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invisibleraven · 8 months

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It's not the way you look, it's the way that you...

When Reggie texts Julie asking what she wears to bed, she has no idea what to think, or where the conversation will go from there.

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So I saw this post and immediately thought: Rulie, this is so Rulie. So you guys get this little bit of nonsense, please enjoy!

Julie hummed along to the low music playing from her laptop, kicking her feet behind her while she doodled away. It was too early to go to bed, but too late to do much of anything else, so she was just wasting her time before she forced herself to sleep. She was honestly debating an ill advised late night PB & J when her text alert sounded, and she grabbed her phone.

Reggie: What do you wear to bed?

Julie’s eyebrows flew up-where had that come from? Sure, Reggie was a flirt, and she flirted right back, but neither of them had pushed for more than that, content to stay flirty friends and writing partners whenever Reggie got the itch to pen some country songs. Would Julie like for them to be more? Maybe, but after she and Nick had blown up, then she and Luke had fizzled out, she wasn’t sure she wanted to risk another friendship.

But if Reggie was out of the blue starting what felt like a sexy conversation? Well Julie was cool playing along to see where it went.

Julie: Black lacy bra and booty shorts ;)

She was not, of course, wearing either of those things, but there was no way Julie was telling Reggie she was wearing floral jammie pants and a Sunset Curve shirt she may or may not have stolen from him. Plus it was fun to imagine just how flustered Reggie was in seeing her text. She bet he turned as crimson as his favourite flannel. Making him blush was half the fun of flirting back honestly.

She held her phone a little tighter as the three little dots appeared, then disappeared, back and forth, until finally Reggie’s next text appeared.

Reggie: k, but what about when it’s cold?

do you wear warm pajamas?

MeeMaw is making me get rid of my X-men jammies, and they’re about your size.

Julie sat up at that. While her mother had gotten her into music, her dad had gotten her into comics. It wasn’t an interest she widely published, but she loved reading the adventures and exploits of superheroes, particularly the mutants of the Marvel universe. People gifted with unique abilities and despite the world hating them for these gifts, choosing to help humanity rather than fight against them. While America Chavez was her go to cosplay, a part of Julie’s heart would always belong to Professor X and his gang.

Reggie had come across her reading the comics one day, and instead of teasing her, he enthused over the title she was reading, and showing her his own collection. His favourite was Nightcrawler, and Reggie had gotten her all the copies of Excalibur he owed, with Julie coming to really love the fuzzy blue guy.

So she knew exactly which pajamas that Reggie meant-ones with a hoodie that looked like Nightcrawler’s uniform and flannel pants that were covered in the X-man logo. She had coveted them for forever, Reggie looked so comfy and snuggly in them when he wore them to band slumber parties, and Julie wanted that level of comfort while repping her nerdy side.

She then saw another text from Reggie and melted a little as she read it.

Reggie: i swear they’re not gross or anything, they’re clean, but i can wash them again if you want, i know you like them

Julie: Yes please!

Reggie: cool, I’ll bring them next comic book day?

Julie sent a thumbs up in reply. Every Thursday they walked to a local comic shop to pull their new titles, check out new stuff, and occasionally splurge on a figurine or Funko Pop, with Reggie proclaiming that one day their band would be big enough that they would be here, immortalized in vinyl for fans to buy. Julie hoped he was right.

She glanced over to her phone again, at the sweet gesture Reggie had made, and decided fuck it, throwing the chat log up on her tumblr page, no caption or tags, and left it, browsing a few other sites before calling it a night, not even thinking about it before she slept.

Only when Julie awoke, her phone screen was full of notifications. Messages and reblogs with shouty tags from her friends and followers on tumblr.

Smashley: Girl if you aren’t dating this guy, I will!

Katie-Cakes: #marry this guy now #nothing says i love you like x-men

Jo-Jo-Jo-Your-Boat: #any guy who buys you i was thinking of you gifts #is worth at least a smooch #if not a date

Inn_Your_Wildest_Dreams: Please tell me you said yes to the jammie guy and he asked you out immediately after

Jaybird: #not where i thought this was going at first #too adorable for words #relationship goals #you guys are going to be in a relationship right? #cuz i’m shipping it like crazy

There were countless more, all along the same trend; she needed to date Reggie.

Julie worried her bottom lip, unsure. Yes, Reggie was sweet, she knew they had some chemistry from their play flirting, and had a lot of similar interests. And it wasn’t like Reggie was hard on the eyes either, with his punk style and classic good looks. But it was still Reggie!

Reggie who made her laugh so hard she snorted in a totally undignified way. Who indulged her love of romantic comedies while she sat through his sci-fi favourites. Who encouraged her to branch out musically, and their country songs were pretty darn good as a result, even if her fiddle playing was still less than stellar. Who shared his desserts with her at lunch time, his comics whenever he came across a storyline she might like. And now, here he was, offering her something he had treasured just because he knew she would like it.

Julie touched her cheeks, feeling the burn against her palm, the way her smile was stretching her cheeks. “Oh God, I like Reggie,” she whispered to herself. Sure she had thought along the same lines before, but now she felt like it might be time to throw caution to the wind and act on it, reservations about what this would do to their friendship be damned.

Now what was she going to do about it?

Julie pulled up her conversation with Reggie once more, and looked over the words from the night before, and at her growing tumblr notifications. And maybe her thumbs started moving all on their own.

Julie: I put our convo from last night on the internet!!!

Reggie: Wha??

Julie: I put it on tumblr! You should see the response!!!

Reggie knew of tumblr, that Julie knew, but he confessed that social media wasn’t really for him. “I prefer my technological advancements to stop in the 1990’s,” he had quipped, and Julie had laughed, telling him he had been born in the wrong decade.

“Plus you run the band’s Insta page!”

“Yeah, photos I get, I did all Sunset Curve’s promo stuff,” Reggie admitted. “And Insta is way easier than making posters. But blogging and stuff ain’t my jam.”

Reggie: isn’t tumblr an art site?

Julie: Yeah sort of

But also not really

It’s complicated Anyways, my post got a huge response

Reggie: shit

Oh no, Julie instantly panicked. What if Reggie came to the same conclusion as all her followers and was about to let her down easy? Or get mad at her for putting it up without his permission? Sure she had blacked out his name, but still… those were his words, unfiltered for anyone to see.

She was about to offer to take the post down when Reggie texted her again.

Reggie: i lied to millions on the internet-MeeMaw isn’t making me get rid of my jammies, she thinks they’re adorable

I got the same pair for you at target

They were on sale though

No they weren’t, that’s another lie

I’m sorry tumblr

Can they see this now??

Julie giggled, kicking her feet in the air. Oh gosh he was just too adorable! She didn’t care that the pajamas he wanted to offer her were second hand-that way they would already be that comfy sort of worn, plus they would smell like Reggie, and that boy always smelled nice, unlike many of his counterparts. Reggie knew what soap was, and how liberally to apply aftershave-aka the tiniest dose of something woodsy, not the litre of Axe that Nick favoured, or the eau of body funk Brett from Economics wore.

Still, Julie needed to reassure Reggie. Even if this follow up was so going up as well, but at least this time he’d get some warning.

Julie: Nope!

I’ve gotten a bunch of messages telling me to marry you though

Julie held her phone tight after that as the three little dots telling her Reggie was typing appeared and disappeared, and she was seriously cursing their existence. Maybe she should call him, laugh it all off, go back to their norm.

Reggie: we could start with coffee?

can i pick you up sunday at ten?

Julie: You can pick me up in an hour if you like

Reggie sent her back a wide smiling selfie with him giving her a thumbs up and she squealed before scrambling to get ready.

“Julie?” her dad asked from the hallway. “Are you okay? I heard screaming!”

“Fine papi!” Julie called as she dashed for the bathroom. “I’ve got a date!”

Ray smiled to himself, and it grew when he heard Julie start to sing as the shower started. A country song if he wasn’t mistaken, and he wondered if he should brush off his shovel talk for Reggie or just confess he had been waiting for this day for a long time instead.

Only when Reggie rang the doorbell just about an hour later, Ray didn’t say anything, the boy looked nervous enough, clutching the stem of a single red dahlia in his hands, his smile not as brilliant as it usually was. Ray clapped him on the back, squeezing his shoulder. “She’ll be right down mijo, you want anything while you wait?”

Reggie shook his head, but blew out a breath and turned to Ray. “I really like her, you know. I would never do anything to hurt her.”

“I know,” Ray replied, sipping from a glass of water. “I’m sure it’s the same for her. Just remember to be kind to one another, and to stay friends, no matter what else you may or may not become to one another.”

There was thundering footsteps down the stairs, and Julie appeared in the kitchen doorway. She was in a sundress with puff sleeves, decorated in peach coloured flowers, her curls down and shiny. “Hi,” she said to Reggie, looking and sounding almost shy.

“Hi,” he said back, shaking himself and offering her the flower. “You look really pretty.”

Julie took the bloom and stuck her nose into its petals in an effort to hide her blush. “You clean up pretty nice too,” she finally said. Reggie gave a mock twirl, showing off his khakis and black polo.

“Figured I should put in some effort,” he said. “You ready to go? I thought we could enjoy our coffee on a walk in the park, maybe catch a light lunch after that?”

“I’d like that,” Julie said, handing her flower off to her dad as she took Reggie’s arm. “Bye papi, I’ll be back later!”

Ray waved, but watched from the window as Reggie helped Julie into his truck and bit back a smile as he saw Reggie hand Julie a bag, which she laughed out loud at when she opened, pulling out a weird looking hoodie. Kids these days, he’d never get them.

It wasn’t until he was heading off to bed that night that he had a chance to catch up with Julie. Who was wearing the weird hoodie he had seen a flash of earlier, and pajama pants he had never seen before, but recognized the logo of. Ray couldn’t help but grin at seeing Julie indulge the nerdy side he had nurtured in her. He wondered if Reggie got them for her, given his own love of comics. If so, that definitely made him a keeper.

“Good date?” he asked slyly.

Julie looked up at him, and sighed. “The best.”

“Going on another one?” Ray asked.

“Papi,” Julie whined with an eyeroll. “Yes, we’re going to check out this little farmer’s market tomorrow, and then maybe do a little window shopping on the boardwalk.”

“Sounds like fun,” Ray said. “You two seem good for each other. I’m glad you gave him a chance.”

Julie grinned, and hugged herself. “Thank the internet.”

Ray shook his head at that. He would never understand his daughter-or the internet. So he wished her goodnight and went off to bed.

It wasn’t until many years later, when Reggie and Julie were visiting for the holidays during winter break and they were sporting matching pajamas that he even got the full story. And well, Ray still didn’t get it, but he had to admit, they made a pretty cute couple. Especially when they posed for a photo later, still in their matching jammies, but with Julie’s brand new engagement ring shining on her finger.

#my stuff #fanfic #writing #rulie #julie and the phantoms #rulie relajante

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wormdebut · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @thefreakandthehair and @wynnyfryd You’re both so hot and cool and talented it’s unreal.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Fifteen

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

88,773

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things

The only other fandom I’ve ever considered writing for is Good Omens, but I’m so obsessed with Steddie I don’t know if I can peel myself away.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Cut It Loose, Watch You Work The Room

2. I Like Playing Dumb Until You Figure Me Out

3. Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy With His Hair Pushed Back

4. All You Have Is Your Fire

5. Comb The Crowd, Pick You Out

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Abso-fucking-lutely I Do. Why? Because I am in shock and awe that anyone anywhere appreciated the goofy thing I wrote so much that they commented to tell me that. Thank you thank you thank you for commenting on fics. It means everything.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m incapable of not writing a happy ending. Happy Ending are GUARANTEED IN THIS HOME. However, Wynn noted I did write a bonus microfic that was posted to Tumblr only that was angsty. Fun fact: it was based off a very un-angsty IRL experience with Wynnyfryd herself.

‘If They Won’t Call You Wynny Baby, I Will.’

Anyway, read Drunk Words—Sober Thoughts if you wanna.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of…All of them I—yall you know my Steddies are so fucking in love with each other it’s stupid.

But Comb The Crowd, Pick You Out is especially cheese.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, and I’m blessed for that, but even if I did…all my buddies know how truly dedicated I am to the fact that We are responsible for our own online experience. Don’t let goofy goobers who have nothing better to do than put you down, get to you. If yall ever get hate and need someone to tell you you’re fucking worth it—cmere.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Me? Write Smut? Oh my god I could never—

Yall what haven’t I written, be so fucking for real.

Requests? Drop ‘Em in my Ask Box.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nooo. I do not. Obviously I have a mess of a good omens X steddie AU rattling around in my brain, but it will never come to fruition

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but where I largely write Rockstar dom daddy Eddie it’s very easy to see different variations of similar plot lines. Alas, Two Cakes

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! But I would cry if one ever was.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No! My writing style is so chaotic I think anyone I wrote with would be shook and terrified. HOWEVER, I may have something coming with @steddieas-shegoes real fuckin’ soon.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddie. My angels. The loves of my life.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh god. The first thing I ever started writing for Steddie was a Rockstar AU. Shocked looks from the lived audience. Where Steve and Robin moved to Chicago and Eddie covers Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails. Fuckin’ Woof. May it rest in slutty slutty pieces.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Writing seventy two miles of really spicy foreplay…and dialogue 😂

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Some authors are so fucking incredible with imagery and beautiful descriptions of scenes and I just don’t think I’m one of them, but I would like to be one day.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I can barely speak English so I would never write a fic where Eddie speaks French when he fucks…

Anyway stream Tell Eddie He Looks Sexy

19. First fandom you wrote for?

That I published? Stranger Things.

That’s buried in the back of my closet, handwritten in a notebook? The Backstreet Boys.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face) It is everything to me.

Well that was fuckin’ fun as heck. Tagging with absolutely zero pressure a couple buddies 🖤

@messessentialist @steddieas-shegoes @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @aidaronan @sourw0lfs @t-boyeddie @scarcrossdlvrs @runninriot @cuips-not-cute @onirislanding @thisapplepielife

#steddie #worm brain #me? write smut?? nooo

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 2 years

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for the touches ask game, may I request geraskier + 26 (kisses) please? 🥺

26. giggling while kissing

Here’s a Geraskier modern with magic AU loosely inspired by this amazing video of a pole-dancing Jaskier that’s been all over Tumblr for the last couple of days. No warnings, rated M for mild horniness.

It's nearly midnight when Geralt makes it back to his apartment building, limping a little as his bum knee protests the cold weather and getting thrown through a wall by a katakan earlier that day.

He would have been home earlier, but he's gotten into the habit of showering at Eskel and Lambert's place before returning home after the time he tracked selkiemore guts all over the lobby and the concierge looked like he was going to pass out. It never mattered when he lived in his shitty studio in Silverton, but since moving into Jaskier's swanky Gildorf penthouse, he has to be careful not to get innards and ichor on the gleaming marble floors.

Geralt nods to the concierge, who has never forgiven him for the selkiemore incident, as he passes. The man gives him a cool look and returns to reading his book, which is just as well. Geralt has been tracking a katakan for the better part of a week with Eskel and Lambert and he doesn't have the energy for the kind of polite small talk Jaskier excels at.

Instead, he gets into the elevator and puts in the code for the top floor penthouse, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. Jaskier never responded to Geralt's text telling him he was on his way back, so he's probably in bed by now. Geralt will have to be careful not to disturb him; his boyfriend gets cranky when his beauty sleep is interrupted.

The elevator doors open and Geralt is hit with a wall of sound. It's one of Jaskier's songs, blaring at full volume as Jaskier wails about the mercilessness of Cupid’s arrow. As if on cue, an arrow comes flying past Geralt, hitting the wall behind him. Geralt is already reaching for his sword when it hits him that no assassin he knows would use pink, sparkly arrows with heart-shaped arrowheads that stick to the wall.

"Geralt! You're home!"

Geralt wonders if the blood loss got to him before remembering that he didn't actually lose any blood on this hunt. Because a pole has been erected in the middle of his living room, right where there was once a coffee table that cost more than his car. Hanging onto it is Jaskier, wearing nothing but a pair of dinosaur-patterned boxer briefs and a quiver of pink arrows, holding a bow.

"What the fuck?" Geralt asks. The elevator door starts to close and he just has the presence of mind to step out of the elevator before it takes him back down to the lobby. Only after the doors have closed does he remember the arrow stuck to the wall. Oh well, the concierge already hates them.

"How was your hunt?" Jaskier is hanging upside down from the pole, his thighs and abdomen quivering with the effort.

“Why the fuck is there a pole in the middle of our living room?” Geralt demands, shouting to be heard over the music.

“I’m practicing for my Midsummer Music Awards performance.”

“Don’t you have stunt doubles for that?”

“Stunt doubles are all well and good for music videos, but not for live performances.” Jaskier winces as he slides down the pole an inch.

Geralt sighs, puts down his gear, and goes to turn the music off. “Is this about Valdo Marx’s stunt last year?”

“What?” Jaskier squawks, as if he hadn’t spent weeks fuming over the publicity surrounding Valdo Marx’s on-stage acrobatics last year, which had involved flaming batons and very little clothing—which seemed like a bad idea to Geralt, but what did he know? He was just a witcher, not an award-winning musician. “Of course not. This is about artistic integrity and… okay, and showing Valdo fucking Marx what a real performance looks like.”

“Hm.” Geralt lets his eyes wonder. “Your fans will love the dinosaur boxers. Or are you going to dress up like a sexy Cupid?”

His boyfriend doesn’t dignify that with a response. “I’m actually getting pretty good with the bow and arrow.”

Geralt glances at the target, which is a good yard away from the elevator doors. “I can see that.”

Jaskier harrumphs and reaches for the quiver of sparkly arrows. The movement is too much for his legs’ tenuous grip on the pole and with a squeak of alarm, he begins to slide.

Geralt is there before he can hit the ground, scooping him up and spinning him around. Jaskier flails for a moment, not registering the fact that he isn’t still falling, before he wraps his legs around Geralt’s waist and his arms around Geralt’s shoulders. He clears his throat, cheeks pink. Geralt’s knee twinges a bit at the weight in his arms, but it’s worth it for Jaskier’s adorably sheepish expression.

“I meant to do that,” Jaskier says primly.

Geralt fights to keep his expression serious. “Clearly.”

“I could tell you wanted an excuse to cuddle. So I provided.”

“Noble of you.”

“Well, if nobility were still a thing in Redania, I would be a viscount, darling.”

“I had no idea. You’ve never mentioned that.”

“You know me. I don’t like to brag.”

They look at each other for a minute, Jaskier still wrapped around Geralt as tightly as he’d been wrapped around the pole.

Jaskier begins to laugh first, little snorting giggles that are nothing like the booming laugh he always affects when they’re out in public. Geralt can’t resist the giggles, as much as he tries; his shoulders start to shake with his own suppressed laughter, which only makes Jaskier giggle harder. Jaskier leans his forehead against Geralt’s and Geralt is helpless to do anything but kiss him. It’s far from their most elegant kiss, with both of them unable to stop laughing, but it’s all the sweeter for it.

“I am wearing a sexy Cupid costume for the show,” Jaskier says between kisses, still giggling.

Geralt nuzzles his cheek, breathing in the scent of him. Gods, he always misses this when he’s away on contracts. “With wings?”

“Of course! What’s a sexy Cupid without wings?”

“Cupids don’t exist. Sexy or otherwise.”

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to put a disclaimer before all my performances from now on.”

“Hm.”

“I can go get the costume.” Jaskier draws back to waggle his eyebrows. “Give you the full show.”

Geralt is surprised by how tempting that is.

“Or.” Jaskier’s lips twitch in that way they always do when he’s very proud of whatever terrible innuendo he’s about to make. “I could just slide down your pole.”

Geralt arches an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, come on.” Jaskier waggles his eyebrows. “It’s only fair. I nearly shot you with my arrow earlier. It’s time for you to shoot me with yours.”

“That makes no sense,” Geralt deadpans.

“Geralt.” Jaskier tries to look long-suffering, even as he starts to giggle again. “I’m obviously talking about your—”

Geralt cuts him off with a kiss, muffling his snorts of laughter. “You’re not half as funny as you think you are.”

“That still makes me pretty damn funny.”

“Sure.”

Jaskier wiggles in his arms. “Just for that, you don’t get to see my bow and—Geralt!” He cackles as Geralt throws him over his shoulder and starts towards the bedroom. “You fiend! You shouldn’t manhandle the man holding a crossbow!”

“Not a crossbow, Jask.”

“You shouldn’t manhandle the man holding some kind of bow!”

“It would be more threatening if you knew what kind of bow it was. Or had managed to hit the target.”

“Oh, just you wait, witcher,” Jaskier says as Geralt pushes his way into the bedroom. “As soon as I manage to hit a target, you will be the first to know.”

“Especially if I’m standing ten feet away from the target.”

“What are you implying?”

Geralt laughs and gently drops Jaskier on the bed to kiss him again, cutting off his outraged babble. Later, he thinks he’ll enjoy watching Jaskier’s dance routine, Cupid outfit and all. He won’t even mind if he accidentally gets shot with one of the fake arrows. But for now, this is all he needs—the curve of Jaskier’s smile against his cheek, Jaskier’s bright laughter in his ears, and the knowledge that he’s right where he’s supposed to be.

Tag list: @kueble @maya-the-yellow-bee @feral-jaskier @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @dawnofbards @thisislisa @tsukiwolf42 @mosaicscale @rockysstupidity @fontegagrilledcheese @kuripon @help-i-need-a-cool-username @julek

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#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt/jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #ghost's writing #prompt fills

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pentechnics · 2 years

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Connection

Chapter 6 of Latch

Summary: As you and Din grow closer, he considers how easily you string together multiple avenues of his life that he didn't realize could coexist. Avenues he didn't think he'd want coexisting until now.

Pairing: Firefighter!Din Djarin x f!reader

Series Content: modern AU, firefighter!Din, coffee shop AU, fluff, slowish burn, sexual tension, mentions of fire/burning buildings, mentions of burn injuries/scars, eventual sexual content (will tag for specific chapters), falling in love, Din is a sexy firefighter, and he’s BI, you’re a cute barista/baker, sweet and spicy, eventual mentions of abandoned children (will tag for specific chapters), some bits will be from Din’s POV but most is from reader’s, ALSO Fennec and Omera are a thing now I'm love them

Notes:

HIII EVERYONE

Yes, I am alive, and yes I can now use my laptop without getting sick!! So I spent all day on this chapter! And I can't tell you how ECSTATIC I am being able to share it with you now, even though it took so much longer than I would've liked. I really am sorry about that, but I really do appreciate everyone's love, patience, and concern! Y'all are the best ever! So without further ado, here is the long-anticipated return of Latch!

PLEASE, leave me your thoughts, I adore hearing from you all so much! It truly helps me do this faster and with lots more love and motivation! And please reblog this for me even if you enjoyed it but don't want to comment; it's even trickier to navigate tumblr now with the sudden surge of users that just don't reblog things and the increased ineffectiveness of tags, and I'd really love for my work to reach even more lovely people! Thank you so much!

And as always, thank you all so much for your continued love and support! I hope you enjoy this one! May The Fourth Be With You! ❤️

I'll be doing a taglist reblog after initial posting; please let me know if you'd like to be added!

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Din wasn’t sure he walked into the right building at first.

Cal’s was crowded. More crowded than he’d ever seen it. And everyone was silent, except for one woman.

A few words about someone not working hard enough entered Din’s ears before all sounds ceased and his eyes caught up: you were standing behind the counter, this woman standing in front of you, shouting into your face. Your expression appeared cool and collected even after she stopped her rant, aside from the steep rise and fall of your shoulders and the burning fury in your eyes.

Anger boiled in Din’s blood. No one should be spoken to that way, especially someone as undeserving of it as you. But just as he took a step towards the counter to give that woman a piece of his mind, your voice halted him.

“You done?”

Even Din had to gulp down a lungful of air, as if the venom in your tone had poisoned him as well. His muscles seized, the weight of paralysis dangling from them as he listened to you shut that woman down.

His mind began to race. His palms grew clammy. As much as he hated the situation at hand, he couldn’t deny the heat rushing to his face. You were much more patient than he’d be – this woman would be running for the hills by now if he were in your shoes. Seeing you call out her awful behavior in this way was stunning. And attractive.

But he didn’t miss the way your hands were shaking. Omera turned you towards her with her hands on your shoulders as you let yourself deflate. The glimmer of fear and hurt Din saw in your eyes cut right through his heart, his muscles wanting to lurch him forward towards you. He wanted nothing more than to ease you and teach that lady a lesson.

His eyes didn’t leave you when he stuck out his foot, making the woman stumble and almost hit her face against the door on her way out. When she turned to him, mouth open and ready to turn her vengeance onto him, he was already glaring down at her.

“Be grateful that’s all you’re getting.”

She gawked at him for a moment, the silence as heavy as ever before she glanced around and left in a haste.

More baristas emerged from the back as Omera guided you in that direction. Her eyes met Din’s when she turned back around, and she waved him towards the counter.

“Din, right?” she started, “We met last week.”

Din gave her a nod as he recalled Fennec bringing her to the station. Why it took her so long to introduce the crew to her girlfriend — especially given her own need to butt into everyone else’s social lives — was beyond him.

“Good to see you, Omera.”

“Is everything alright? Did Fennec send you?”

“No,” he said with a wave of his hand. “I’m not working today. I’m uh-”

He cut himself off and took a breath, thinking through which words to use to describe his connection to you.

“I’m actually… a friend of hers.”

He pointed towards the back. Omera glanced behind her before clarifying with your name. Din nodded.

“Oh,” she said with a small grin, just before realization hit her. “Oh.”

Din gave one silent nod.

“Well,” Omera started, “I’m guessing Kuiil is going to let her go home early, so if you want you can wait for her. I want to give her some space, otherwise I’d go let her know you’re here.”

“Of course,” Din said, “I wouldn’t want to overwhelm her, either.”

“Is there anything I can get you in the meantime?”

Din glanced up at the menu before an idea came to his mind and he put in an order, taking out his wallet and handing Omera a bill. “The rest is for the tip jar.”

Omera gave him a smile before walking away to fulfill the order. On any other day, Din would’ve felt bad for skipping over the entire line. But if this meant he could help you sooner, then so be it.

His peripherals picked up movement outside of the window; he glanced out to find that same awful woman standing there, dangling her drink next to a trash can and waving her arm in what looked like an attempt at getting Omera’s attention. With a small groan Din leaned against the counter to obscure her view, staring at her with every ounce of anger he was holding. She tried to peer past him, but despite the way she tried to maintain her position, her movements began to jitter under Din’s glare. He smirked to himself and tilted his head to the side, intensifying his stare until she gave up and stormed off down the street.

When Omera handed him his order, thankfully oblivious to the scene, he took a seat at a small table near the door.

All that was left to do was wait.

~~~~

You sat still in the chair in Kuiil’s little office, his warm hand on your shoulder. You took one deep breath after another as the shouts of the angry customer echoed in your head.

You were surprised at how you held it together in the moment. Being yelled at typically had you closing in on yourself, violent waves of terror sending you into a state of shock. Your hands were still shaking – the only visual evidence of that internal peril.

“Take your time, dear. Then head home for the day.”

You looked up at Kuiil, ready to reject the offer, but he put up his other hand before you could speak.

“It would be cruel to keep you here like this. Don’t do that to yourself. Head home. I’ll clock you out at the end of your shift.”

“Kuiil, that crowd is massive-”

“I have spoken.”

He gave your shoulder a pat before leaving you alone in the office. You sighed; no use arguing when he pulled out that line. You took a few more deep breaths, desperately trying to push that woman’s angry face out of your mind.

You glanced down at your arm. Your sleeve was still rolled up to your elbow, exposing the string of lines that contrasted with your skin and weaved up to your wrist. Today was the first time anyone had made a comment about your scars to your face since you removed your bandages. Back then it wasn’t as permanent – you could play those off more easily, they didn’t raise too many questions. And it was easier to ignore the quiet speculations customers would whisper to each other.

But not anymore. No pretending these scars were something else. No dodging looks or questions from strangers to whom you owed no explanation, but who demanded one all the same. And they only grew bolder by the day.

You squeezed your eyes shut and coiled into yourself until your head rested just above your knees, arms wrapped around your torso. Would it always be like this? Were you doomed to wear long sleeves for the rest of your life to avoid it? Your mind continued to race, thoughts scrambling together in a static fog of noise.

You took deep breath after deep breath. You only needed to be collected enough to walk out of here – the rest could be dealt with later. You sucked in one more breath as you made your way out of Kuiil’s office and collected your things.

You imagined the café’s layout in your mind, rehearsing the quickest way to make your exit with the hope of not interacting with any customers. With one last nod to yourself you opened the employee door and stepped into the café area, keeping your head down and walking as fast as you could through the main area. You felt several gazes on you: calculating, heavy, and dark, which only made your feet move faster.

You zoomed past the counter and looked up towards the door, only for your eyes to catch a familiar sight.

Those beautiful, warm brown eyes brightened as they landed on you, and Din’s little grin had your muscles relaxing despite your increased heart rate.

“Hey,” you breathed, “I-I didn’t realize you were here.”

“Let’s get you out of here first,” he said, rising from his seat and jerking his head towards the door. “We can talk outside.”

The two of you exited through the glass doors and walked to the corner, out of sight of the other patrons. The cool air gave your skin a satisfying bite that began to put out the flames of your anxiety. You shivered against it and watched your breath fog up in front of you.

“These are for you.”

Din held out a drink and pastry bag to you. With a furrowed brow, you met his eyes again.

“You… ordered these for me?”

His adam's apple bobbed with a gulp as he nodded, eyes darting down while his cheeks grew a slight shade of pink. You smiled and took both items from him. You held up the drink to read the label: white hot chocolate. Your brow shot up while your heart soared with a surge of warmth.

“You remembered my favorite drink?” you asked in disbelief.

Din shrugged. You peeked into the pastry bag and found a warm, fluffy chocolate chip muffin inside.

“And my favorite muffin?”

“I just wanted to help,” Din said with a small shake of his head.

Your smile grew. Little things like getting one’s favorite drink for them could make or break a day, as you saw all the time at work. And having Din go out of his way to try and turn your mood around like this had you overwhelmed with gratitude.

“Din, this is so sweet,” you said, “It means a lot to me, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said with a grin.

You took a breath and let yourself fall into the depths of his eyes again. The cold air around you seemed insignificant when the heat from his gaze wrapped around you, encasing you like a soft hug.

“Um-” Din cleared his throat and took a brief glance towards the crosswalk. “Would you… maybe want to take a walk?”

You didn’t think your smile could grow. You nodded and gestured across the intersection. “There’s a park over there, maybe we could go there and split this muffin?”

Din’s brow furrowed. He shook his head and pointed at the pastry bag.

“Ah, but that’s for-”

“Please, I insist.”

You raised your chin up and tilted your head to accentuate your words. Din stayed still, looking between your eyes before sighing with a nod. You grinned and led the way to the crosswalk.

~~~~

You and Din found a bench to settle down on. Few others were walking about the various paths in the park while the sun briefly poked out behind the clouds, casting golden rays onto the grass. Din held your drink for you while you took out the muffin and ripped it in half, attempting to make the pieces as even as possible before holding them out beside you.

“Your choice,” you said.

Din chuckled before grabbing one and handing your drink back to you. The two of you sat and watched the world go by, cars speeding off on the nearby street and children running around in their oversized coats. A few birds flew by every now and then; two mourning doves settled down on a branch in a nearby tree, cooing and huddling together. You smiled at the sight.

“Did your boss make these today?”

Din’s question had you whipping back around to face him. You nodded while he finished off his half of the muffin.

“He did! Told you there was a difference.”

“I still think yours are better,” he said with a shrug. You giggled and took a sip of your drink, enjoying the feeling of warmth that the liquid sent through your system.

“So, did you have anything else planned for today?” you asked.

“Not really,” Din said, “I wasn't sure how long I’d be in the shop with you, so I didn’t have much else lined up.”

Your heart swelled. He was putting aside time for you. You grinned behind the lid of your cup, trying to keep the heat in your face from making you sweat. You took a sip to give yourself time to think of how to respond.

Across the way, a large group of teens chatted and laughed as they made their way out of the park. You smiled; in a way it reminded you of your teenage years.

“Wonder what the hype is,” Din said.

“Might be that new nickel arcade that opened up around there,” you said with a shrug, recalling a sign that someone had hung up on the bulletin board in Cal’s. Din turned his attention back to you.

“Nickel arcade?”

You looked over to see his eyes shining in delight, like a child in a candy store. His lips were pulled up just a bit at the corners, like he was trying to not let his smile get bigger. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to have a lot of older games and stuff with the usual newer things.”

Din’s gaze flew back towards where the teenagers had gone, the group now completely out of sight. He cleared his throat and shifted his body to face yours.

“Um… Would you-”

He cut himself off and looked at you, his eyes bearing deep into yours. You forgot to breathe for a moment while waiting for him to continue. With a gulp and a breath, he did.

“Would you want to go check it out?”

Your lips parted, your eyes darting between him and the direction of the arcade.

“Wha- right now?”

He nodded.

“If you want to, of course.”

You smiled. When was the last time you’d done something on the spur of a moment? You found yourself nodding and standing up, finishing off your drink before throwing it out and falling into step next to Din.

The two of you walked out of the park and across another intersection to reach the arcade. Din paid for the nickels before you could even look down at your pocket, and before you knew it the two of you were thrown into the dark, small space of bliss for the child at heart. Lights flashed all around from a myriad of games, reflecting off the carpet’s blacklight zig-zags. You looked up at Din with a shrug.

“Where should we start?”

He grinned and held out his arm to you. When you looped yours with it, he straightened up and began to lead you into the fray.

“I’ve got some ideas.”

~~~~

It quickly became evident that Din knew his way around an arcade.

After topping the scoreboard on Galaga and Asteroids, following your poor attempts at randomly hitting buttons to make things happen, he led you over to a multi-player Pac-Man machine.

“Okay, this one I can do,” you said with a laugh.

“You can do them all,” he said, “It’s fun to watch you.”

“Yeah?” you gave a skeptical tilt of your head. “Fun to watch me get obliterated?”

He chuckled as he inserted nickels into the machine. It sprung to life and the two of you began twisting your respective yellow orbs around the maze with the joysticks.

“You’re pretty skilled at these games,” you said, “do you go to arcades often?”

“I did,” Din said, his voice sounding distant. “My parents used to take me a lot when I was young.”

You couldn’t help noticing the twinge of sadness in those words. You glanced up to find that a subtle shadow had cast itself over his expression. It seemed as though his consciousness was teetering between this moment with you and being somewhere else. You bit your lip and returned your gaze to the game, wondering how to bring him back to you.

“That explains Galaga,” you said with a little laugh, “you were shooting down those ships like they were nothing! You topped the whole scoreboard within minutes!”

He hummed. You looked up again to find that little grin on his face once more, and wondered how you could try making it bigger.

“Too bad I’m about to show you who’s boss at eating little dots!”

You leaned forward and pushed your joystick with force, willing your Pac-Man to move faster across the maze. Din’s was moving along at an even pace, but a couple of the ghosts were slowly closing in on him. You purposely avoided the bigger bubble that would’ve made them edible.

“Oh come on,” he said as the orange ghost took away one of his lives. “You were right there!”

“Does this look like a team effort to you?” you teased, “I’m on Clyde’s side!”

He laughed. You looked back at him to find the light returning to his expression, that same excitement he’d been holding onto since you both walked in making a comeback. You let out a small breath of relief and returned to the task of beating his score.

Out of the three rounds the machine let you play, your score was overall higher than Din’s by a small fraction. It was enough to have you celebrating while he laughed and conceded.

The two of you went on to play a few more ticket-based games: shooting basketballs, knocking down pins, some classic skee ball, and more. Every now and then you attempted to thwart him by grabbing at a projectile or blocking his way, to which he asked if you were trying to jeopardize the potential prizes you could buy with your tickets. “We might be able to get one of the bigger plushes if I make this shot,” he said with a laugh, holding a foam dart in his hand. “But I won’t if you mess me up.”

You glanced over at the prize counter with raised brows. Did you want that giant stuffed duck, which cost ten thousand tickets, or did you want to pester your companion? You stroked your chin in thought and turned back to him. “But I enjoy messing you up,” you concluded.

He gave you a look and threw the dart without taking his eyes off you. The buzzer sounded in your ears, along with an automated voice exclaiming, ‘Winner!’ Your jaw dropped as you looked over to see that Din had in fact hit the bullseye. Without even looking.

“Guess it doesn’t actually matter,” Din said with a chuckle.

You turned your wide-eyed expression back to his smug one. He bent down to retrieve the string of tickets spilling from the machine. You followed his every move, watching his hands gather the tickets into neat strips before he stood straight once more.

“Watch out,” he breathed as he reached out and gripped your chin between his fingers, bringing it up to close your mouth. All the blood drained from your body, your muscles turning to stone as his eyes bore into yours. He leaned into your space with a smirk, his visage taking up your entire line of sight.

“Wouldn’t want you to swallow a bug.”

With a final tap of his thumb against your skin, he dropped his hand and walked away towards the next game. You were frozen in place, every inch of your body tingling as if you’d been zapped by lightning.

What was that? And more importantly, how could you get him to do it again?

~~~~

Despite all of Din’s boasting, the most you could afford with your ticket stash was a small keychain.

Regardless, you were more than elated to walk out of there with a little stuffed starfish on a plastic bag clip, even though you’d tried to convince Din to pick one out for Grogu instead. He had won most of the tickets, after all.

“Grogu has so many toys,” he’d said, “I want you to have this.”

You couldn’t help the warm, pleasant tingle flying through your bloodstream just from recalling those words.

The two of you were walking back towards Cal’s, near which Din had parked his car. The overcast sky was more saturated, the day passing by without you both while you were inside the arcade.

“Do you want a ride home?” Din asked, nodding towards the sky. “It looks like it’s going to rain any second.”

“I’ll be fine,” you said with a smile. “It probably only looks like that because it’s getting late.”

As if the universe was trying to taunt you, a droplet landed on your head and sent a cold shiver down your spine. You stopped and glanced up to see more and more drops cascading down onto the concrete before you, the sound increasing in a slow crescendo. You pulled your hood over your head.

“... You were saying?” came Din’s teasing voice.

You laughed and buffed him on the arm, the two of you breaking into a light trot down the dampening sidewalk.

When you reached Din’s car, the rain had grown into a downpour. Din didn’t even ask you again if you wanted a ride; he simply unlocked his car and opened the passenger door for you. The gesture was jarring – when had anyone ever opened a car door for you?

With no other option, you got in and he shut the door behind you. The muffled pitter-patter of the rain against the windows ricocheted in your ears, melding with the sound of Din climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

“I’m sorry about this,” you said as he cranked up the heat.

“Don’t be. I’m… happy to do it. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”

His cheeks were pink again. You wondered if it was from the cold, or from something else. It suited him either way; it acted like a soft caress against his defined expression, smoothing it out like a settled ripple on the surface of a pond.

“My car’s a bit old,” he said, “it’ll need a minute to warm up.”

“That’s no problem,” you said with a grin.

After you gave him directions and he put the car in motion, it dawned on you how close he was.

His Corolla left little room between your seat and his. And his stature easily ate up most of that area, his arm draping over the center console. His body heat danced through the air onto your freezing face – soothing, like stepping into a steamy sauna. Your shoulders relaxed while your panicking heart ran as fast as it could, its beat pulsing under your tongue.

The ride to your complex was not long; you discovered that you were on Din’s way home. Just how much farther away was he from you, you wondered.

He parked on the street near the front door and killed the engine. He cleared his throat and turned to face you.

“This a good place to stop?”

“Yes, this is perfect,” you glanced at the door before giving him a smile. “Thank you so much for the ride. I definitely would’ve gotten drenched in this rain.”

He gave you that small grin.

“You’re welcome.”

Your traitorous eyes looked him over: water droplets caressing his temples from where they were still running off his hair, neck slightly strained from his turned position, chest bobbing up and down with his rhythmic breathing. Big, veiny hands were settled on the wheel and gear shift. Your gaze landed on his slightly parted lips on the way back up: pink, creased, the bottom one more plump. The sight of them had yours tingling.

You wanted to reach out and touch them. They looked so perfect, so lonely. Just as your hand began to lift on its own, you clenched it into a fist and forced your eyes back up to his. They were staring at you with a thunderous intensity. Your instincts wanted to pull back from the abrasive boom, but the thrill of its rumble had you wanting more. The lightning that followed within you had your blood running cold.

Din’s brows were knitted together, like he was dissecting you and examining every little section with careful, thorough consideration. You fell apart underneath the weight of it all, letting him take a long look for whatever he was trying to find.

The soft tapping of the rain outside punctuated the heated car, like a thousand tiny fireworks that lit up the air around you.

“Listen,” Din whispered, his voice dry and cracked. “Would you…”

He paused and leaned the slightest bit closer to you. Only then had you noticed that you were leaning as well, your arm now resting beside his on the center console.

“Yes?” you asked, your gaze fluttering between his eyes and his lips.

He let out a sigh through his nose, the small puff dusting onto your face and sending a shiver through your bones.

“Would you want to… go out sometime?”

Your eyes flew up to meet his. Replacing the intensity that was just there was a softer, lighter hue, outlined with nerves and apprehension.

“Like… on a date?”

It sounded stupid leaving your mouth. But your brain needed the confirmation. And when he nodded your heart began to soar, a whole swarm of butterflies erupting from it and taking you over.

“I’d love to,” you said, unable to hold down your grin.

His smile grew as well, exposing his teeth while a small huff of air escaped his lips. The two of you sat in a comfortable quiet after that, the rain being your vocal companion until you broke the silence.

“I should let you get home,” you tore your eyes from him and undid your seat belt, grabbing your bag from your feet and placing your hand on the door.

“Thank you again, Din. I’ll- I’ll let you know when I’m free so we can plan something!”

You cursed the way your voice cracked. And your anxious mind’s silly phrasing. What is this, Sunday brunch?

“That sounds good,” he said, looking down at his lap. “I’ll, uh, look at my schedule, too.”

“Make sure you dry off, first,” you said, pointing at his head. “You didn’t have a hood on, your hair’s still wet!”

Din chuckled and ran a hand through his soaked locks. Some of them stayed in place, giving his hair a slicked look, while a few waves sprung right back up. The motion and the new sight before your eyes ignited something within you – something warm and electric. You gulped down a breath of air and tried to suppress it.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

You nodded and made your way out of the car, saying one final “see you soon” before closing it and making your way inside the apartment complex.

When you turned around, Din’s car was still parked. You waved to him, and saw the tiny, fuzzy glimmer of his hand waving back before he started up his car and drove off.

You resisted the urge to slide down the chrome walls of the elevator while you rode up. The events of the day flashed through in your mind, your time with Din luckily overpowering that unfortunate incident at work.

Your hands were shaking. Hell, your whole body was shaking. But this time, it wasn’t heavy or dreadful – it was sharp, exciting, and you wanted more. You couldn’t keep your smile from splitting your face in half and making your cheeks ache. You bounced in place as the image of those eyes, gazing at you so softly while he asked you to go out, resurfaced in your mind.

Did all that really just happen?

~~~~

Din settled down on the sofa beside Luke and Grogu after putting the last of the dinner dishes away. He’d gotten home much later than expected, and insisted on repaying Luke with a meal in addition to his check. Grogu crawled off Luke’s lap and into Din’s, who picked him up and nestled him onto his thigh.

“So you two must’ve had a good time, then.”

Din held his breath for a moment as he contemplated how to respond. He wasn’t sure how to talk about you; the mere thought of you had his heart palpitating, and he wasn’t sure how to describe the way you were occupying so much space in his mind. He’d only managed to give a few minor details over dinner, his tongue tangling each time he tried to expand. He nodded and returned his attention to Grogu, hoping that Luke wouldn’t press the issue.

No such luck.

“Tell me about her,” Luke said, shifting his body to face Din. “What’s she like?”

Din let out a slow breath through his nose, letting his mind replay its catalog of memories. Talking with you during various visits to Cal's, seeing you walk to work from the station, playing in the arcade and running down the rainy sidewalk that afternoon, each little instance within and in between punctuated with that glowing smile and warm joy, reminiscent of the hot cocoa that you loved to drink so much.

“She’s… kind. And warm.”

Luke smiled.

“Seems like you really like her.”

Din shot him a look. He wasn’t wrong, but having it said aloud like that had his insides churning with nerves.

He jumped when his phone buzzed.

Holding onto Grogu with one hand, Din reached the other into his pocket and found a new message. From you. It was as if you could sense he was thinking about you. Din’s face began to flood with heat while he navigated to the message.

‘Just got an update from Karga: the construction folks will be done with the major parts soon, so we’re putting together a schedule for all the volunteers to sign up on. Could you share it with your team?’

Din could hear your voice in his head while he read it. Despite the message being less casual, it still gave an air of softness and tranquility that had Din’s shoulders relaxing.

“Is it her?”

Din snapped his head toward Luke, who was trying to conceal a grin. Din gave an eye roll and started typing out a reply.

“Just some news about the bookstore.”

Grogu babbled in Din’s lap, reaching his little arms up towards the phone. Din gave his stomach a pat and pulled the phone higher.

“Not a toy, buddy.”

Grogu turned around until he was able to cling to Din’s shirt, grasping at handfuls in an attempt to lift himself up higher. Din typed out the last of his reply and shoved the phone in his back pocket, much to Grogu’s dismay.

“Maybe next time,” Luke said with a laugh.

It didn’t take long for Din’s phone to buzz once more, sending a wave of tingles through his system from the epicenter of his pocket. He whipped it out to see what you’d written, letting himself get swept up in his own mental reading once more.

But while he was distracted, Grogu took hold of the phone and yanked it from Din’s hand. Din looked down at his little menace as he began to run his fingers all over random areas of the screen.

“Come on, kid,” Din said, trying to retrieve it between Grogu’s ever-active limbs. Luke chuckled beside him.

When the screen went black, Din felt a sense of relief, until your name appeared at the top, the telling sound of a dial tone humming from the device. The panic struck him like lightning, his attempts to retrieve the phone growing more jittery. Luke cupped his mouth under his hands, his shoulders shaking with his fit of laughter.

“Grogu, no!”

It was too late. Your voice began to emanate in place of the dial, a bit confused but elated. Even in his state of panic, it made Din’s heart melt.

Upon hearing a new sound, Grogu’s babbling grew. He held the phone close to his face, speaking his language into it while the light illuminated his cheeks. Din made out a gasp from the other side of the line.

“Is this Grogu? Hello there, little guy!”

Grogu squealed at the sound of his name and bounced up and down on his perch, cooing and talking into the phone with increased ferver. Din sighed and ran a hand down his face, unable to keep a smile from growing. He never could’ve imagined this: sitting here, listening to you hold a conversation with his infant over the phone, sounding like you were having the time of your life. It made his heart soar.

You responded with eagerness to Grogu’s random babbles, as if he were telling a fascinating tale. It had Grogu waving his arms around, creating the perfect opportunity for Din to snatch the phone out of his grip.

“Hey,” he breathed, “I’m so sorry, he got a hold of my phone and started pressing everything-”

“No, don’t be! I enjoyed our little chat.”

Din chuckled.

“Just because of that, he’s not getting his own phone until he’s at least thirteen.”

Luke gawked at Din before letting out a silent chuckle and collecting Grogu into his lap again. Din rolled his eyes as your laughter echoed through the receiver.

“While I have you though,” he started, “you said you were going to send over the construction schedule?”

“Yes!” you said. Din heard the faint clacking of a keyboard as you spoke. “Sending it right now so that you’ll have it whenever you’re ready for it.”

“Thank you, I’ll show it to the team tomorrow.”

“That’s perfect!”

Din let out a little huff as his mind replayed the expression on your face when he’d asked you out. He wondered if the construction would interfere with your date, now that it would be beginning soon. He took a breath in preparation to ask just as your voice began to sound once more.

“Also, about our date… Those first couple weeks of work will be a lot, but I’m sure I’ll still be able to find some solid times for you.”

Your softer, more sheepish tone was like a warm caress to his ear. Knowing the topic was also on your mind had him letting out a breath of relief.

“Yeah, me, too. We’ll work it out.” He cleared his throat as a sudden wave of butterflies erupted in his stomach. “I’m glad you brought it up, I was just beginning to wonder about it.”

“Yeah, I”m…” your voice trailed off, a small shuffling noise making its way to Din’s ear. “... I’m really looking forward to it.”

The shyness in your tone chased away the moisture from his throat. It pushed at something inside him, sending a wave of warmth through every nerve in his body. He gulped down a lungful of air, though it did nothing to satisfy the ache in his chest.

“... Me, too.”

As the call drew to a close, Din found himself less and less willing to hang up. He stayed on the line after you said goodnight, hoping to catch another hint of your voice before the line went dead. He stared at the screen in his hand, now back at the message feed where Grogu had typed gibberish into the message box, his breaths still coming in shallow as he stuck the phone back in his pocket. He looked up to see Luke staring at him, jaw dropped yet grinning while Grogu played with a toy in his lap.

“... What?” Din asked with a pointed glare.

“Nothing, I just-” Luke shook his head. “I’ve never seen you act that way before. You know, with anyone aside from Grogu.”

Grogu perked up at the sound of his name, reaching his arms out towards Din. He lifted him with a sigh and positioned him to stand on his thighs.

“Seriously, smitten is a good look on you. I didn’t know you asked her out!”

“Just did today,” Din said, not taking his eyes off Grogu and making a mental note to turn down the volume if he ever took a call like that again.

“That’s great! I’m happy for you.”

Din let out a small huff, hoping his lack of interaction would silence the topic. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Luke leaning forward to catch his gaze.

“Are you nervous?”

Din glared at him. But those blue eyes could see right through it. How this kid had intuition that sharp at his age was beyond Din. He looked away and relaxed his shoulders, lowering Grogu into a sitting position.

“Figured,” Luke said with a nod. “I don’t blame you. When was the last time you went on a date?”

Din thought back, cycling through the last five years of his memory bank. Then ten. Memories of his life before Grogu were bleak, monotonous, colored in a stale gray that had him feeling empty and robotic from the mere recollection of them. And nothing about his past intimacy was ever romantic.

“Can’t remember.”

Luke sat back with a hum. When he didn’t speak for a while Din turned his full attention back to Grogu, putting him on the ground and watching him waddle towards his pile of toys.

“Let me help you.”

Din turned at the sound of Luke’s voice. He was smiling. Din’s brow scrunched as he processed the words, his muscles contorting in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You’re probably stressing about it, right? I want to help with that.”

Now that Din was thinking about it, he had no idea what to expect. Where would he take you? What would he say to you?

… What was he supposed to wear?

When he looked back at Luke, he was nodding his head.

“Let me know when you two figure out the details. We’ll start then.”

A strange pressure began to coil around Din’s gut. Not a new sensation, but one he hadn’t felt since he became a father. The telling combination of nerves and insecurity, coupled with the assistance and selflessness of someone with no stake in the matter. How did he always wind up this lucky?

“I’ll…” Din gulped. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s good enough for me.”

Luke got up and proceeded to collect his things. Din’s gaze darted around the room as his mind continued to race, running in a desperate attempt to catch up with his rapid heartbeat.

“Luke,” he called. When Luke looked back, Din gave him a nod.

“Thank you.”

~~~~

Din called the volunteer team into a meeting the next morning.

“We have a more concrete plan of the building process and timeline,” he began, sitting with them at one of the pullout tables with his laptop in front of him. “I forwarded you all a schedule. You can sign up for dates and times to head over and help based on your own availability. Looks like most of the work will be painting and furnishing the inside, as well as helping finish up the outside. Other groups from around town will be helping as well, so this is estimated to take between one month and two to complete. Any questions?”

Discussion carried on while the group began to sort through their calendars and pass the laptop around to sign up for volunteer days. When they were finished, Cobb clapped his hands together.

“Great to see this comin’ together. But back to business – whose turn is it to get the coffee?”

“Send the Cap,” Mayfeld said with a wave of his hand, not bothering to look up from his phone screen.

“Ha,” Fennec laughed, “My girlfriend’s working today. If you send me, there’s no way I’m coming back before it all gets cold.”

Din bit down a chuckle. Unfortunately for him, Fennec still caught it.

“Send Mando. He never goes.” she threw him a wink.

“Hey, he’s not reliable, either,” Mayfeld looked up with a wry expression and pointed an accusing finger at Din. “What if his girl’s also workin’ and he ditches us?”

A few laughs rang out around the table. Fennec waved her hand towards the far end of the table.

“Vizsla. Go with him, keep him honest.”

Din suppressed a groan with every muscle in his body. Of all the people she could’ve chosen…

Paz heaved an annoyed sigh before getting up and following Din out of the station.

The walk to Cal’s was silent. Too silent.

A tension hung in the air while Din and Paz made their way down the sidewalk. The two of them hardly hung around each other outside of necessity, and the unspoken rift between them had Din’s muscles seizing with each passing moment.

Luckily for them both, the walk was short. Seeing Cal’s come into his line of sight had Din’s muscles slowly unraveling once more. And before they even stepped inside, a grin pulled itself onto his features.

He saw you through the window, face focused on your current task. He couldn’t stop the small bounce in his step as he opened the door and made his way inside, Paz just behind.

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Your gaze flew to the door as the bell chimed, a smile immediately forming as your heart soared into your throat. Having Din be your first customer of the day was like finding a winning lottery ticket, especially on a day like today, when you weren’t expecting to see him.

“Din!” you said, unable to contain your excitement. “It’s good to see you!”

“Likewise,” he said with a grin. You smiled at the sight of him before you continued to take him in. You gulped as you gazed at every tight curve his uniform accentuated. You had only seen him in it a couple times, yet your eyes never forgot how good he looked in it.

Nor did you body forget how nice it was to look at. Seeing a small hint of belly poking out of his torso was enough to send a rush of heat through your limbs, not to mention the way his collar bone poked out of his neckline.

A small clearing of the throat redirected your attention to Din’s face, and that’s when you noticed his companion. You recognized him from your visit to the station, which meant he must’ve also helped with the Mark’s fire. He was at least a head taller than Din. Sharp, defined facial features, and a shadow of a beard across his cheeks and chin. Black dreads collected and tied behind his head. He gave you a small smile that reminded you of Din’s.

Damn, how did one fire station have this many fine-looking people?

“Paz Vizsla,” he said, voice deep and smooth. “Nice to meet you.”

You nodded and introduced yourself before grabbing a cloth to mindlessly wipe your now clammy hands on.

“So you both are on coffee duty today?” you asked with a small laugh. Din nodded and handed you a list with everyone’s order on it. You made your way over to the register and entered each item in one at a time, putting in you employee discount at the end. Din was staring at you with a raised brow when you looked up, earning a giggle out of you.

“I’ll just pretend I didn’t see that,” he said.

“Good!” you said, trying to keep your voice from cracking. Your hands held a slight tremble as you got to work on the order. Feeling Din’s gaze on you didn’t help, but the last thing you wanted was for him to look away.

You tried to start a conversation to distract yourself from your pounding heart. Din recalled his morning to you, including the meeting he held with the volunteers. Your brow shot up.

“Well, that was fast,” you said, “I’ll be sure to let Karga know. Thank you again.”

“Oh, you made it really easy,” he waved a hand at you. “All I did was pass on the info.”

You chuckled before returning your attention to Paz.

“Are you also on the volunteer team, Mr. Vizsla?”

He nodded. Another wave of warmth spread from your heart. Despite already having done his duty, he too was stepping in to do more.

“You have no idea how much we appreciate you,” you said with a smile.

It didn’t feel like enough to really encapsulate what you were feeling. But how do mere words fill such a gap? Paz seemed satisfied enough, waving a hand and telling you not to mention it.

When all the drinks were complete, each one labeled with who it was for, you moved over to the pastry counter. The fresh cookies competed with the savory breakfast sandwiches for claim over your nose as you opened the case and began bagging each ordered item. You chanced a glance at Din and Paz; their gazes were trained downward, as if they were both in deep contemplation. You grinned and took the opportunity to grab two extra pastry bags.

“Here we go,” you set all the bags, now also labeled, beside the drink carriers and clarified everything on the list before Din and Paz began to collect it all. You bit your lip and clenched your hands together as Din picked up both carriers, stacked to the brim with drinks, as if they weighed nothing. It might’ve been your imagination, but while Paz was collecting the pastries you could’ve sworn you saw Din smirk.

“Thank you both for coming in, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Vizsla!”

He nodded and made his way out the door. You turned to where Din was still standing.

“It was so nice to see you,” you said, your breaths suddenly becoming more shallow now that there was nothing to distract you from those eyes. “... It made my day.”

His smile grew as he set one of the drink carriers back onto the counter. His open hand extended towards you, his palm up and inviting. Your face flooded with heat as you put yours into it and relished in the firm warmth of his fingers wrapping around it. You stared at your connected hands resting together before your gaze traveled up his arm – taking note of the way his muscles bounced away from his elbow like an hourglass, yet remained smooth – and back to his face.

“Same here,” he breathed, giving your hand a squeeze.

You could’ve stayed there forever. Right there, with Din holding your hand as the counter put an unfair amount of space between your bodies. Your mind fluttered back to sitting in his passenger seat, hardly an ounce of air around you that wasn’t being shared with him. You’d been longing for that closeness again, the kind that connected your body to his in a way you didn’t realize was possible before.

A sudden tap on the window made you jump. Paz jerked his head towards the street. Din sighed.

“Guess I gotta go. Sorry I couldn’t stay this time.”

His sad tone felt like a reflection of your own feelings. His hand slowly released yours, reluctance keeping him connected to you for as long as possible before his warmth dissipated from your skin.

“I’ll see you soon though, yeah?” you asked, hoping to bring back his smile. You couldn’t help grinning when it worked.

“Yes. See you soon.”

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The walk back to the station was as silent as the one before, though less heavy. Din wasn’t surprised to see that you had that effect – not just on him, but apparently on others as well.

“I’ve never seen you want to be social,” Paz said, gaze unmoving from the path in front of him. “Wasn’t sure you even knew how to be.”

Din let out a huff and rolled his eyes. Paz let out a small chuckle.

“Seems like you’re pretty good at it with her, though,” he went on, glancing at Din before looking forward again. “I can understand why you like her.”

Din’s mouth went dry. Paz hadn’t spoken this much to him in ages, let alone with any positive remarks. He cleared his throat and returned his gaze to the front as well, his chest squeezing with a small sense of delight at the notion of someone as indifferent as Paz complimenting you.

Din distributed the drinks once they returned to the station while Paz did the same with the pastries. When two bags remained, Paz handed one to Din with a puzzled expression.

“They’ve got our names on them.”

Din shook his head. Of course you’d given them something. He found a breakfast sandwich inside the bag, wafts of spinach and cheese sending a pleasant warmth into his belly.

“She does that sometimes,” he said with a shrug, trying to keep his joy from flowing into his voice. He jumped a bit when Paz let out a bolstering laugh.

“I like her.”

Din let out a small chuckle of his own as he joined the crew to enjoy his treat, relishing the way you lingered around him without even being in his presence.

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10 fandoms / 10 characters / 10 tags ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

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Cloud Strife/ Final Fantasy 7

The original blorbo, my first love (the one you never forget), my first wet and sad man, the one hero who had mental illness before it was cool (jk, however It was the first I got to know), for him I downloaded the anime OVA in a process that took 3 days and 5 hrs per day on my local internet shop and i bought the original Advent Children movie and the extended. He defined my taste in fictional men.

Uriko/ Bloody Roar 2

My first crush, she made me a furry before I even knew what a furry was, she awoke in me my taste for fighting women and catgirls. Silly little weapon of mass destruction, best girl, best playable character in Bloody Roar (yes, Im biased, no I don't look to be corrected)

Raine Sage/Tales of Symphonia

I wanted to be her when i grew up, now older I come to undestand that maybe I wanted to fu--*gets kicked*

Best archealogist, best sister, takes no ones bullshit. What the world of research needs.

Roxas/ Kingdom Hearts

Righ in my teenager era, thought it was Cloud so I looked, stayed because of the tragic existencialism, best angry boy, he has never done anything wrong on his life, kicked Riku's ass like a pro, fave resident in Sora's Heart hotel. A little gremling out for blood.

Maka Albarn/ Soul Eater

My irrevocable call that I was, in fact, not straight. The most cool female character I had ever seen, fuck the perfect stereotype (even thou she was the academic sterotype of perfect student) she was a messy bitch with angry issues and it was so fucking healing to see her being that way. Made me realice you can have a boyfriend and a nonbinary partner at the same time.

Aqua/ Kingdom Hearts

My wife, she carries the whole BBS game on her back, not because something arbitrary like most powerful keyblade wilder (which she is) nor because she is the only one who becomes master of her group (wich she does) but because she, literally, pass the whole game,pulling together the shit her idiotic himbo crush and her best friend do during all the game. Her movements while fighting are top 1000 of sexy things

Riku/ Kingdom Hearts

He is the representation of the queer journey made game character, the ironic fact that he is the closest to the mascot of all that represents capitalism is incredible good for social study. Seeing him growing on the story resonated with my growing into a lgbta+ person and now we are both happy with who we are.

Dante/ Devil May Cry

I literally buyed the whole tri-pack of the DMC saga back in 2013 when I didn't even had a PS2, just to play it in a console a friend let me borrow. All the bro dudes buying his bad boy persona when he is a fucking depressed man that only knows happiness when he has his brother back, looked for the sexyness and irreverent style, stayed for the tragic sibling drama.

Dream/ The Sandman

The blorbo that pretty much brough me back to Tumblr. Goth, sad, twink, depressed, divorced dad of one poor soul with the most toxic family ever. Neil Gaiman saw that one comic about giving robot feelings and decided to do the same with concepts. No Neil, you didn’t give it feelings, you fucked up a concept.

Loki/ Marvel MCU

Sad wet snake, with queer tendencys ignored by most of marvel who is made justice on fanart/fanfic. My favourite "redemption" trope. Mama's boy. HE USES MAGIC, CAN SHAPESHIFT AND FIGHTS WITH KNIVES. May hate the world but loves his brother, that gets me every time. I just want them to be happy

I tag @umi-umita @agent-bee @seiya-starsniper

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Mfs be like I hate sebastian vael but they don't even know he is literally the only person in the entire canon game series who acknowledges that the Chantry fundamentally fails its duties to the poor, to mages, and to elves on a daily basis and has committed unspeakable acts against all of them repeatedly AND has no right to be surprised or affronted by the fact that elves regularly convert to the Qun

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Preaching to the fucking choir, but maybe that's really what I came here, to do... in the first place.

DANTE AND VIRGIL UP ON THE HILL, CHECKIN' OUT ALL THE SINNERS!

I really love religious artwork. I think se7en is a really funny movie. My friend Alex brought it up, to me... I remember.... I was making some kind of joke about the homunculus named Greed from fullmetal alchemist, and then she was like, "and then greed from se7en crawls in and joins them" and I WAS LIKE "MORE GREEDS?!?!?!?!!?!?! MORE SINS?!?!?!?!?!?! YES!" Yeah, I was joking about some kind of orgy between incarnations-of-Greed.

I knew this other internet-person who would punctuate their sayings like this, like, "Can't change the way I am! Sexy, naughty, bitchy me!"

Honestly, sometimes I get embarrassed when I say that to myself. CUZ IT'S SUCH A GIRLY SONG!

I don't mean to bring up gender, but from my perspective, it has nothing to do with what gender that someone actually... is, but rather what kind of behaviour they will put up with, from others. That's what I revile, and I have used 'girly' as a shorthand for it... but maybe that's not such a good thing. but it's because these kinds of people, the ones who are women... they care so much about cultivating this image of themselves as 'a real woman', so it's like playing off that.... but at the same time that's just buying into their delusion.

Then I have this problem with like, some of the feminist ideas that get spread around on tumblr.... like, they'll criticize this, but then they'll lean back on this idea of womanhood that's based on being 'less violent' than men, or 'less perverted', less..... strong, less awesome. I mean by the metric of what I think is awesome. Being raunchy and cool and loud and taking up space, and they're like... "we don't do that! We're such good little angels that sit in our places, and it's all men's fault that they get all the attention!" Like, they'll whine about someone else giving them flak because "they're women taking up space", but you have to show them that you're not afraid of getting flak, or pushback. It's a show of dominance. We are apes. Get comfortable. "That sounds like a personal problem. It's not because you're a woman, you just need to develop some core strength. YOU'RE NOT DOOMED TO THIS FATE THAT YOU'VE WRITTEN FOR YOURSELF, JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE A WOMAN! STOP SAYING THAT, BOTH TO YOURSELF AND TO OTHERS! IT IS CRUEL! YOU ARE THE MISOGYNIST IN YOUR OWN HEAD!* IT IS YOUR PERCERPTION! NO ONE ELSE CAN EVER HURT YOU AS MUCH AS YOU CAN HURT YOURSELF! THEY CAN ONLY HURT YOU IF YOU ALLOWED THEM TO, SO DON'T! JUST KEEP ON KEEPIN ON! Maybe that's a jinx..... maybe I got jinxed. Uh oh.

I hate how social-justice shit pretends like there's a problem that you need to solve. There is no problem. I mean, as far as issues like this go.... which are all perception, and self-talk. Maybe those anti-sjws were a little bit right. I think it's better to stay in the center, but I'm a libra, so that's my gig. "Shifting center" Oh yeah, just like the entirety of human history. In ancient greece, it used to be common for men to take up male lovers, and a wife. Then, in some places it became criminal, and now society's different again. It's really all in your head. If you act natural about something, other people will notice your comfortability with it, and they may become more comfortable. I know this, because it's part of fucking life. If you were to act scared and shaky, that can make some other people feel scared and uncertain, too. It's all about presenting your best face to the world. It's psychology. It's what makes a good sales(wo)man!

I mean that people have learned to use this natural skill to deepen their cashflow... It's part of being human, but it's not intrinsically tied to money...... I don't think...... I say that because I get a little buckwild if I feel like someone's telling me what to do.

*Misogynist in their own head. You know what's funny... is the level of almost-self awareness that some feminists have shown about this. There was a brief meme on tumblr about having "a man inside your head watching a woman perform", as in, being your own patriarchal spectator....... like yeah that's exactly what's going on

Even if you point the problem out, that doesn't mean it will fix itself. You have to actually continue to change. Just like I do tarot readings for myself, and just because I look at the cards and say, "oh yeah, this is the problem, and here's the solution", I have to implement the solution, myself... or step back and allow it to implement itself. In some situations, no amount of 'sitting around and talking about the problem' will ever do anything, if it's something that you need to do. Sometimes that's just an excuse not to do anything. Like you're trying to crowdsource your own bravery.... the thing which comes from INSIDE OF YOU! THERE ARE THINGS YOU ARE BORN WITH, WHICH YOU ONLY GET FROM YOU!

It's part of maturing. I also feel like I just have this angry dickheaded side where I hate seeing people talk themselves down into the dirt, and then they say it's because they're women... rather than because they're people who were abused. Not all women go through that. You can say it all you want, but it doesn't make it true. Excuses will always be there for you, but opportunity won't! Excuses are like an ugly wife, lol, and I'm not a lesbian! Maybe it's nice and warm when you're scared and lonely, but everyone's gonna laugh at you if you parade that shit around. and you will get fucking tired of looking at it, too.

Seriosuly, do you think all these brave, strong women whom you hold up as examples of 'female excellence'* were talking down to themselves the way you fucking do? Do you think they ever cared if people were against them? DON'T LIVE IN THE PROBLEM, LIVE IN THE SOLUTION!

Now, some things advertise themselves as solutions, but it's your responsibility to actually do what works best for you. *This also really depends on who you personally would consider a role-model. Some people look for different traits in people... I'm a fucking Aries-moon motherfucker, so I like that Martian get-shit-done kinda shit! If anything, I think these types of women started to see the world from their abusers' point of view, because their abusers would give the excuse: "I'm doing this to you because I'm a man and you're a woman, and that's just what men and women do", and it's like they just took that as face-value, instead of a lie. I have empathy. I understand that. I have reevaluated things in my own life, even if they're different. It's so funny how so many things follow the same patterns.

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#guess who spent time doing stuff other than homework #i know it may not be cool or sexy to not hate tumblr #but i do support their ad policy of 'whatever the fuck'#tumblr #twitter #tiktok #facebook

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A COLLECTION [ updated: 8 . 23 . 21 ]

—NETFLIX & CHILL.

summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. warnings smut in the forms of grinding, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla unprotected sex, dirty talk misc use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc word count 10.2k posted june 12, 2020

—HULU & WOOHOO.

summary But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. warnings slight feelings of insecurity, smut in the forms of fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, hand jobs, unprotected sex, riding, slight praise kink misc if you’re not a Jersey shore fan honestly GET OUT, mentions of capitalism😡, more kind/understanding kook, basically a “what are we?” fic but silly, irresponsible emailing habits, its so dumb just read word count 6.3k posted july 4, 2020

—IMAX & CLIMAX.

summary The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings smut in the form of blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl (? kinda), daddy kink that morphs into ily kink misc jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count 9.8k posted august 5, 2020

—KISSANIME & FOREPLAY.

summary You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings mentions of hentai, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 word count 8.2k posted september 1, 2020

—DISNEY+ & BUST.

summary There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. warnings arguments, feelings of insecurity, bit of asshole jk, smut in the forms of humiliation, dumbification, choking, fingering, spit kink, self punishment (? idk lol), unprotected but [ passionate ] sex, jk losing his cool, the return of mean jk, desperate jk, he is actually an emotional mess in this one wtf misc angst, anniversaries, the L word😳, app developer kook, rip ‘pretty girl’ </3, we all become phineas and ferb stans word count 13k posted september 9, 2020

—ESPN & BDSM.

summary You would like to personally thank every loud-mouthed, ESPN commentator out there for saving you from Jungkook’s dangerous seduction skills. warnings smut in the forms of brief femdom, handcuffs, nipple clamps, blindfolding, flogging/use of a riding crop, soft dom kook, cunnilingus, spitting, unprotected but passionate, degradation, as always it starts horny n then turns into I love u kink misc kook has a swollen ankle so idk how he did all this, jk abuses the fuck outta pet names part 7, revenge gone wrong tbh, this was honestly a beginner’s intro to vanilla bdsm word count 12.7k posted september 14, 2020

—YOUTUBE & USE LUBE.

summary You can’t believe this is Jungkook’s preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube. warnings smut in the forms of nipple play, handjobs, spit kink, face riding, unprotected, flavored warming lube, riding, praise kink, soft femdom, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, tit sucking, tit fucking, more jk has an impreg kink, oh and this is all subby kook misc domesticity baby!! fluff, soft scenes /.\, jk is sick:((, doyeon is A Doctor, yn sees an opportunity and she grabs it, surprise ending <3 word count 8.7k posted september 30, 2020

—VIKI & HICKEYS.

summary Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air. warnings a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries, jk is a good boy n I want him to be happy misc there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide word count 16.3k posted january 14, 2021

—PEACOCK & SWEET TALK.

summary “I wanna watch Solange in Bring It On,” Jungkook smiles, and you have to wonder who exactly this blond man is and what he did with your teen-movie-hating boyfriend. warnings smut in the forms of kissing, cunnilingus (eating out + fingering), light praise, a lil body worship, jk fat cawk, brief nipple play, playful jk, unprotected sex, riding and missionary, the jk hand kink, I love you kink, jk wants nudes, jk’s cheerleader fantasies mentioned, spit kink, light choking, jk has like a scent kink (?), mention of collars and pet play misc app developer jk becomes even MORE app developer-y, oc is anti-google, there's plot, a 2 year anniversary, Solange knowles appreciation, BLOND JK!!!, gets sappy for a sec, seahorse marriage mention, doyeon x joon side pairing, jk is disgustingly dreamy and oc is threatened by that fact word count 10.7k posted march 23, 2021

— CRUNCHYROLL & RAIL.

summary Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. warnings smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… misc fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality word count 8.7k posted may 21, 2021

—FUNIMATION & PROCREATION.

summary Never mind your upcoming wedding, this was perhaps the greatest moment of your life— the day Jungkook sought out an anime on his own. warnings kissing, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, cum eating, mentions of anal, doggy style, unprotected sex with the intention of pregnancy, spitting, hand holding<3 misc the wedding night, Doyeon strikes again, jjk watches jjk, oh no not twins word count 9.1k posted july 31, 2021

—BOOMERANG AND BANG.

coming soon

—COOKIES & CREAM.

summary Jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy Christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (And maybe having his dick sucked.) warnings smut in the form of blowjobs, face fucking, cum facials, fingering, overstim, double orgasm, r*mantic sex, riding, unprotected, cream pies, jk does this weird thing where he licks her face yeah idk, jk loves seeing his gf cry, jk has an obsession with jizz misc jk pov !!, eggnog slander, jk hates xmas movies, oc dresses like a sexy mrs claus, Elf !!, jk is in loooove word count 7.1k posted december 23, 2020

— TUTUS & TIARAS.

summary your first pregnancy through the lens of your husband warnings smut in the forms of penetrative sex, sex while pregnant, unprotected sex, tit play, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, sticking the tip in and jacking off/cockwarming?, creampies, nose kink (? like she grinds against his nose), infatuation with scent, frottage/grinding, lactation kink, titluvr jk [bass boosted] misc married ncouple <3, domesticity, jk pov, mood swings, pregnancy, GIRLDAD!JK, DILF!JK, pregnant!reader, jk’s kids are virgos its true word count 10k posted august 23, 2021

— one.

summary Maybe Jungkook wasn’t always as cool and composed as you initially believed. But that’s okay, because you love him all the same. word count 1.3k posted September 10, 2020

—two.

summary Even after all these years, all these doubts, and all this solitude that was really no one’s fault but his own, he still finds himself hoping that maybe you’ll be the one. word count 1k posted september 11, 2020

—three.

summary But Jungkook loves the sun. word count 1.5k posted september 12th, 2020

—four.

summary For the last ten minutes or so his mind has been bothered by one thing and one thing only— the hair that hung in his face. word count 800 words posted september 22, 2020

—five.

summary Startled and inexperienced, he can’t do anything but rub his hands over your back. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he murmurs, even though it’s not. word count 1.3k posted september 22, 2020

—six.

SUMMARY Jungkook enjoyed pushing you down, indulging you in all your little fantasies, but he too had some he wanted to live out. WC 1.8k POSTED september 25, 2020

—seven.

summary And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan. word count 2k posted october 30, 2020

—eight.

summary You always do this— always ask for more. You take and you take until there’s nothing left for Jungkook to give. But Jungkook is the same. word count 1.9k posted december 28, 2020

—nine.

summary “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” word count 2.2k posted january 8 2021

—ten.

summary See, there’s no one in this world who ignores his house rules more than you. Even worse, there’s no one on this planet who can make Jungkook ignore his own rules like you do. word count 1.4k posted february 14, 2021

—eleven.

summary You’re too bright, too… there. His shell is too small. word count 1.2k posted may 3, 2021

—twelve.

summary Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee. word count 1.4k posted may 8th, 2021

—thirteen.

summary Because for as much shit as you let him get away with, Jungkook is certain you’ll draw the line today. word count 1k posted june 13, 2021

—fourteen.

summary Jungkook needs you to know that you can always count on him. word count 1.3k posted july 6, 2021

—fifteen.

summary It’s Jungkook’s teenage fantasy— being pushed down by a cheerleader. word count 3.1k posted august 9, 2021

— sixteen.

summary Your skin is warm and smells like sunshine. Jungkook can’t really explain it. (And also like the sunscreen you had doused him in earlier, but that isn’t as romantic.) word count 1.9K posted august 11, 2021

—seventeen.

summary She looks his way and suddenly Jungkook is nineteen again, in his dorm, listening to the first person he ever thought he loved telling him he’s too much to handle. word count 1.6k posted august 18, 2021

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