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sturncrazy · 5 months

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CABINFEVER:

Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

(anyone else green)

warnings: SMUT!! nsfw 18+ (loss of virginity, unprotected + no pull out…assume ur on birth control)

authors note: love a little sweet smut matt moment 🫶 also imagine the world wasn’t falling apart and there was still snow 🤪 HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE!!

summary: you and a group of your friends rent an airbnb cabin up in the mountains for a winter get away, but it’s short on beds. You settle for a bench and Matt takes the couch next to you, but things heat up when you get cold…

word count: 2,915 W

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“HOLY FUCK! it’s FREEZING out” yelled Nick slamming the door behind him. He was the last one inside the cabin and join the rest of you in stomping the snow off your shoes and hanging up various layers of winter-wear. You and a group of 7 of your friends decided to rent an airbnb up in the mountains in New Hampshire for a week to have a cozy vacation. You planned to sled, go on winter walks, make cookies and cozy drinks, play games, and just enjoy being together away from the rest of the world. The only problem was not all of you going had a budget like the triplets, Larray, and Madi. even though they offered to cover for the rest of you, it didn’t seem fair. so you settled on a slightly more quaint cabin instead of a big mansion. the catch was that there were only three bedrooms. You were always easy going and determined that everyone else be happy, so you had made peace with the fact that you’d probably end up on a couch long ago.

“so who’s gonna be living room buddies with me, huh?” you questioned.

“guess that would be me” said Matt, with a sheepish smile.

No surprise, really. Matt was an angel to everyone, so of course he’d be the first to say he’d take the undesirable sleeping spot. you grinned back at him, maybe a little too much. You’d been close to the triplets since you were kids, but Matt had always been your favorite. You related to his quieter side and always had a soft spot for him. A soft spot that went deeper than you wanted to admit in the last few years. Matt was always good looking, but lately something felt different…even though you’d never tell him that.

“i can live with that” you attempted to joke. The living room was beautiful, but large and drafty. there were a few armchairs, but only one oversized couch. next to it was a big window that had a little nook fitted with pillows.

“you take the couch, yn” Matt said, gesturing with his head.

“wha—no way. then where will you sleep?”

“I dunno i’ll figure it out don’t worry bout it. I’ll grab a beanbag or make a pile on the floor” he said blowing you off

“Nuh-uh. no way. you take the couch, i’ll sleep on that window thing”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah a hundred percent”

“Mmmm okay, but if you wanna switch at any point just tell me okay seriously” the genuine concern in his wide blue eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. truth be told, you really didn’t mind this set up because you’d be sleeping just a few feet away from him.

“Deal” you smiled back at him.

The group of you had a perfect evening. it was like something out of a hallmark movie, but by 2am everyone was going to sleep. Matt showered upstairs, which gave you time to get ready for bed and throw on your lame excuse for sleepwear—an oversized tshirt that hung to just above your knees. you’d never wished you’d overpacked and brought shorts more. you tried to cover up your exposed skin with blankets as you heard creaking from the steps. Matt trotted down in flannel pants and a black tank, hair still damp and clinging to his face from the shower. seeing him like that made your throat grow dry.

“Y’tired?” Matt asked, arranging his pillows on the couch so that his head would be by yours, your bodies creating a right angle on their separate resting spots.

“eh, not really. you?”

“nah, not so much. bit of a night owl lately, i guess.” he said, sitting down and beginning to rummage through his bag. you laughed.

“name a time in your life you’ve ever been a morning person?” you teased

“hey shhh i could be if i tried.” he shook his bag vigorously

“shit. think i forgot my phone charger”

“oh i have one, you can use it” you said hopping up to grab your stuff. you strode across the room towards your suitcase without thinking, but suddenly felt heat on the back of your neck like you were being watched. you glanced back at Matt and just barely caught him staring at your bare legs before he quickly looked away. you’d completely forgotten about your choice of outfit and felt embarrassment flush your cheeks.

“here y’go” you said shoving the wires in his direction, avoiding his eyes.

“uh thanks” he said, with equal avoidance. you reached to turn off the last light in the room in hopes that would drown out the awkwardness. Before you knew it the two of you were laughing and chatting away in the strained moonlight leaking in from the window. This went on for about 20 minutes before the chill coming from outside started to get to you. your teeth chattered slightly. mid sentence, Matt halted.

“what’s wrong?”

“oh nothing, just a little breezy here, it’s fine”

“what? you can’t sleep there then! you’ll get sick!” his protective nature was borderline heart melting.

“Matt c’mon. I’m not that weak, i’ll be fine. I’m not making you sleep here”

“Then share the couch with me at least”

his offer caught you off guard and you paused for a second, processing before answering.

“you sure?” you asked, unsteadily. another small moment of silence. was he regretting what he’d offered?

“yeah, of course” You detected a small crack in his voice.

“I don’t wanna crowd you—“ he cut you off

“y/n it’s fine seriously, just c’mhere. it’s just me, don’t be weird.” he answered, sounding almost more like he was trying to convince himself than you. you crept over to the couch. Matt was on his side, already holding his blanket up with his arm to give you a spot to slide into. at first you laid down face to face with him.

“hey” he said quietly, inches from you. you smiled up at him. it made your heart race to see him from this angle, this close. you were sure he could hear your heartbeat if you stayed like this a second longer, so you rolled over so your back was to him. matt made a funny noise, almost like he was clearing his throat. your knees hung off the couch slightly, so you backed up to not fall off. Matt let out a strained cough.

“Matt are you okay? you sound like—“ you started to turn your head to face him, and inadvertently twisted your hips against his body. you felt his hand latch onto your waist, halting it. he winced and let out a small hiss

“y/n please” tumbled out of his lips, his whole body going stiff.

“Matt what’s wrong? I—“ suddenly you became away of a hardness pressing against your lower back and ass. your breathing hitched. Matt was hard. and you could feel it. Matt was hard and was pressing against you, hell it had been caused by you.

“oh my god” you whispered.

“fuck y/n i’m so sorry—holy shit. this is awful. i feel disgusting. i never wanna make you uncomfortable i—“ he began to babble sounding on the verge of tears

“Matt no—“ he rolled onto his back looking up at the ceiling. you turned onto your side to face him.

“No, y/n. this is so bad-oh god. i was worried this would happen, i mean being anywhere near you i’d worry about that, but i thought i could control myself and fuck i’m so sorry“

“wait what do you mean you worried?”

“come on, y/n. you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. of course i’d worry, but you’re also one of my best friends so—“

“you think i’m beautiful?” matt paused and looked at you in the eye.

“are you joking, y/n?” you shook your head.

he took a deep breath before continuing.

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world” you exhaled rockily, scanning his eyes.

“and i can’t believe this is how i’m telling you that or i did anything to make you feel—“

“Matty, stop” you said, putting a hand lightly to his chest. it heaved at your touch.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, at all. i just never knew you saw me the way the way i see you”

“y’mean you—?” you bit your lip and smiled at him, nodding. he let out an exhale of relief and excitement and smiled back at you. he inched closer to your face, hesitantly.

“can i kiss you?” you nuzzled your nose slightly against his.

“yes, Matt” he leaned the rest of the way in and gently pressed his warm pillowy lips against yours. the feeling was better than you could’ve ever imagined. he pulled away, not wanting to seem too eager or pushy, and waited for you. you glanced from his eyes to his mouth before pushing back against him. this kiss was different from the last. there was fire and passion to it. your lips began to meld together, creating a rhythm as his hands reached for your waist. you wrapped an arm around his neck and ran your hand through his hair, which resulted in a huffing of air from his mouth into yours. his tongue slid against your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you immediately granted. you pressed your lower half against his. he grunted and squeezed your hip. smiling against your lips he rasped out

“careful there, problem from earlier is not exactly gone yet” your stomach flipped

“good” you breathed out, pressing your bodies flush again. he looked at you wide eyed, his pupils dilating, before diving in for the heaviest kiss yet. you lifted your leg up slightly, wrapping it around him. the move caused your shirt to slide up to the top of your hip. matt ran his hand up your thigh and gripped your ass causing you to let out a small whine. he bit at your lip slightly and used this new hold on your lower half to move himself between your legs further and on top of you. he pulled away from you to take off his shirt and you felt heat electrify your body at the sight of him uncovered in the weak blueish light. he smiled at you shyly before kissing you again. one strong hand began to trail over the sensitive skin of your stomach, up your shirt, sending ripples of buzzing through your body as the tips of his hand approached your braless chest. Matt ran his fingers delicately over your nipples, hardening at his slightly cold touch. you shuddered.

“can i take this off?” he said, tugging at the hem. you nodded vigorously and helped him pull it over your head, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. you fought the urge to cover yourself as his eyes engulfed the sight of you.

“god you’re so perfect” he almost moaned out. you giggled and tightened your legs around his lower half, encouraging him back down to you gently. the feeling of his warm bare chest against yours made you let out a sigh. he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, breathing hot warm air against your sensitive skin before gently sucking and pulling through his teeth. you whimpered into him, wrapping your hands back into his hair. he retaliated by starting to grind his hips against your heat, the feeling of his hard on painfully present. your two most desperate spots only separated by your underwear and his pj bottoms.

“Matt—“ you moaned out

“hmmmm?” he hummed into your neck. you needed him in ways you couldn’t explain. you squirmed beneath him. he pulled away to look at you and raise an eyebrow.

“what is it, beautiful?” he cooed, making you flustered. you pushed your hips back up at him, unable to come up with words.

“ohh i see” he chuckled out. you felt a flash of embarrassment and tried to cover your hands with your face. he grabbed your wrists lightly and lowered them.

“Want me to make you feel good, ma?” he said softly into your ear as he dragged his hand down your stomach and to the waistband of your underwear. you whimpered, desire crying out for contract between your legs. he lowered his fingers over the thin cloth that covered your pussy and dragged them up and down, giving you a teasing amount of friction.

“more, Matty, please” you cried out. he gingerly pushed the fabric aside and ran his fingers along your dripping folds

“god you’re so wet” he whispered out in awe, looking down at you , hungrily. he seemed almost in a trace, but the torment was too much for you. you grabbed his wrist and guided his hand, positioning his finger tips at your entrance. his breathing shallowed as he looked up at you while inserting his digits deep into your core. you became a mess as Matt continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them upwards expertly.

“fuck i could watch you like this forever” he panted

“mmmm feels—ss—so good, matt”

“god you don’t know what you’re doing to me, ma” your walls clenched at the thought of his hard length. you reached down between your bodies and palmed at his crotch. he let out a groan. his impressively large hard on throbbed under your touch, straining against his pants.

“oh my god, y/n” he mumbled, closing his eyes. you’d never seen anyone look so sexy before.

“Matt, I want you” you gasped, without thought. his eyes flickered open, his pupils were blown.

“Are—are you sure?” he said, struggling to breathe.

“I’m sure” Matt reached to untie his drawstring. you watched him, closely, as he loosed his pants and lowered them. your mouth watered at the sight of his large rock hard dick slapping against his stomach, the tip already dripping precum. he leaned back over you and began to line himself up with your entrance. nerves shot through your body.

“wait matt”

“what? whats wrong? should i stop?” he said, looking up at you with worry

“No, no definitely not, i—i just—i haven’t done this before?”

“Oh” he said smiling with relief

“Are you sure you want to? we can wait i’m fine to wait. i don’t wanna do anything you’re not ready for”

“NO!” you said a little too eagerly “I really want to” you finished shyly

“Okay” he chuckled. He realigned himself and gave you a gentle kiss

“This is probably gonna hurt a bit, okay? we can stop any time you want to” you nodded and he began to push his tip slowly into your entrance. you cried out at the feeling of him stretching your insides so much. he paused for a moment.

“do you want to stop?” he said sweetly

“No. keep going” you said wincing. he pushed himself to the base of his cock and moaned at feeling you completely around him. he slowly began to slide himself in and out of your pussy. the pain started to turn into pleasure.

“go faster, matty, please” he listened and began to pick up his pace, creating a delicious rhythm and hitting your sweet spot deep inside of you with each thrust. you let out a string of curses and cries at the sensation.

“fuck you feel so good around my dick, baby”

“oh god don’t stop”

“you like that, sweet girl”

“yes—fuck yes—i like it so much”

“you’re so fucking perfect, princess. god i love being inside of you”

“Matt—oh my god—fuck—I—“ you felt a tightening in the pit of your stomach as your buildup started to reach its peak.

“you gonna cum, sweetheart?” Matt lowered one of his hands to press on your lower stomach, where he was deep inside of you. your vision began to blur.

“Let go, baby. Cum for for me” your hearing buzzed and you saw flashes of white as you came undone. Your walls clenched around Matt’s cock causing his thrusts to become sloppy.

“fuck, gorgeous i’m close—where do you want me to—“ he panted out

“just keep going, matty” you cooed still coming down from your high

“wh—you-you sure?” he questioned fighting off his release

“yes, don’t stop. keep going for me”

“oh my ffu—god-yes—anything for you” he stuttered

“fuck baby i’m gonna cum”

“yeah? cum inside me, matty, please”

“OH GOD FUCK Y/N”

“i wanna feel you cum”

“OH—IM CUMMING—OH FUCK—“ Matt cried out thrusting into you, wildly. He halted deep inside you as he released hot spurts of his cum into your core. he collapsed, panting heavily. after a moment, he pulled out and quickly leaned back down to give you a kiss before reaching to grab you your shirt. you smiled at each other, sheepishly, as you got redressed. he pulled you tightly against him and ran his hand down the back of your head, soothingly.

“How was that?”

“Perfect” you mumbled into his chest, breathing him in.

“Yeah?” he chuckled into your hair. you nodded.

“I’d say so too.” he said.

“I’ve always dreamed of getting to hold you like this” he whispered

“really?”

“mhm”

“me too” he paused for a moment

“what would you think of maybe being something where we could always be like this?”

you pulled away to look at him and he grinned at you. you pulled him in for the biggest kiss you muster.

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why am i gonna cry? WHY CANT THE MEN I MAKE UP IN MY HEAD BE REAL.

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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nsfw content MDNI (repost)

Anon have you been looking at my search history? Jkjk but moving on- CW: demon hentai mentioned obviously ,Levi jacks off over your laptop and you catch him at the end-

"Alright, I'll check it out and see if I can fix it." Levi agrees and you give him your laptop! "Thanks Levi, you're the best! I'Il come pick it up around 8!" "Wha?-" but you're already out his bedroom door and gone-

You only asked Levi to check your computer for bugs, it's been a bit glitchy the last few days and you didn't want to buy a new one yet.

He's methodical, backing up your hard drive and taking special care to back up your games, he turns it off and back on first and goes to the browser scrolling through to see if you'd accidentally clicked on a virus.

That would be an easy fix for him! He sees a few sites he uses for school work, a few cheat sites, mumbling to himself periodically, little "Huh"'s when he come across a google search "Do demons need to sleep?' and Would demons randomly eat a human?' "Really, MC.…."

He scrolls even further down, and comes across a porn site and gasps out loud……then he remembers "Well…MC is human………and humans have needs…..." Levi sits there just staring at your computer screen for a few minutes, before he clicks the link reasoning that "Porn sites always have bugs....I’m just checking....”

The sound that came out of Levi's mouth when he saw the "tentacle demon fucks cute little human full~ NOW IN HD!!!!' hentai he'd watched a thousand times pop up was definitely embarrassing- what's even more embarrassing is the way his cock are hard as soon as the video starts-

Levi's mind is going a thousand places at once-

Did you know what he liked????, no, not possible! Maybe……..just maybe……you're into it too……...just the thought make his cock twitch in his sweatpants, you~ the person he has the biggest crush on secretly being just as much of a fucking pervert as him?!?!?

"Fuck…” his hands move automatically, pulling his pants down and rubbing over his tip, working his pre-cum over his cock and thinking "I really am fucking disgusting.” I mean yea, getting off to the fact you like the same things he does- “S-shit, MC....you have no clue what you do to me." his minds move on from his self degrading thought and to thoughts of you…... would you let him fuck you like the human in the video? Sure it's animated so the real thing would be different..,but with you~

With you, he's sure it'll be even better~!!

But would you whine 'n moan really loud? Would you be quiet? would you beg him to cum inside you? Would you- his own hand disturbs his thoughts as he speeds up his movements and starts jerking even harder~ So lost in his fantasy he starts begging out loud, "Please~ please, MC, wanna cum..., cum with you!! In you!! Just please let me cum!!" and he does…..all over his hand, just as the demon on the screen cums inside the human…..

Levi sits there panting for a few minutes and trying to collect his thoughts…he just jacked off over your computer.…………and a glance at his clock tells him, you'd be coming back for it anytime now and “Shit, shit! This is bad!!" Levi starts panicking, cock still out and porn still playing. (Obviously one round isn’t enough for the animated demon-) and…and now his bedroom door is opening?????

You and Levi are both frozen; you just inside the door staring at your computer, and the porn still playing- and Levi cock still out as he tries to die or incinerate himself on the spot- your mind seems to catch up first and you speak "At least invite me next time if you're going to jack off over my laptop!” "Huh?! w-w-wait!!-I-I- can explain!!!!?”

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smoshyourheadin · 1 month

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Maybe u could do a Spencer besties to lovers? Like they've known each other a long time yk

Thankssss no pressure if ur busy ofc <3

It’s Always Been You

cw: reader has a boyf who she breaks up w bc he’s an alchaholic!! don’t read if you aren’t comfortable, i’ll catch you another time ml 💛

a/n: EEK IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON 🫶🫶💛💛 also im taking this as smosh spence not cm spence so feel free to re-request if you’d like <33 ps, ive written that he listens to pink floyd here so thats who syd barrett is if you don’t know :))

requests r open!!

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pairing: spencer agnew x fem!reader

florida, 2002

you and spencer were scurrying around in the freshly mown grass of his backyard, playing tag.

“you didn’t get me, you cheated!” you exclaim, ducking as he reaches out to get you again, tumbling to the floor.

“did too!” spencer retorts, his grazed knees dropping to the floor so he can lean over you. he meets your eyes, pulls a tongue, and hoists himself back up to run to his tyre swing.

all 11 years you’d known, you’d known them with spencer. your moms had been great friends since way before you were born, being in the same book club. or was it an art night? you didn’t exactly know, but you did know that because your moms were best friends, so were you and spencer.

as you sprung back up to your feet, your moms watched your antics through the kitchen window.

“whoever can swing the other the highest gets to have the last red popsicle!” he yelled as you ran over

“oh you’re so on!”

your hands gripped the tyre and you pushed like your life depended on it.

“y’know,” your mom said “one day, they’re going to end up together.”

his mom looked over at yours and smiled,

“i’d be surprised if they didnt honestly.”

los angeles, 2024

you walk through the door of your apartment, and you kick the door closed behind you. your bag slides off your shoulder, and you throw your keys onto the dresser next to the door. you only manage a long groan before flopping onto the couch.

“heya, charlie!” you scrunch your face up as you feel your dog’s cold, wet nose press against your cheek, as he gently wags his tail

“i missed you too boy, work was so tiring today.” you work at smosh with spencer, and have done for the past seven years after you left your job at another channel to join him. it was basically the best decision you’d ever made, every day filled with laughs; practically just a 24/7 hangout. you work with spencer on smosh games, but rarely ever go on camera, even if spencer’s there. you enjoy it anyway though.

you sit up and scratch behind his ears. he wiggles his body contently at your fondness. and then your stomach growls. it made sense, it was currently 6:43pm, and you last ate at noon, so you get up and drag yourself to make some mac n cheese.

as the pasta boils your phone starts ringing.

it’s james.

rubbing your hands over your face, you answer the dreaded call from your boyfriend james.

“heyyy~ sweetheart, y’doin okay? you were hic bein’ a bit of a bitch today, didnt answer my calls, what, you hate me or sumn?” he rambles, most of his words just slurring off.

“james, are you drinking again?” your voice is agitated, hearing the chattering and the low bass of a bar in the background.

you know he has a problem, and you’ve tried to get him to stop so many times. but you just can’t. he just won’t take your help.

“wha- i mean- well- no- but um- well y’r just gonna be mad at me like y’allways are” he stammers, not wanting to tell you the truth.

“no, i’m done with this. you say all this to me when you’re drunk, and then act like everything is fine! i’m sick of it! you spend so much time at the bar, and its the only place we ever go on dates, and i just end up babysitting you! so yeah i am mad! but for the last time! fuck you james.”

you hang up.

you start to tear up, the knot in your chest tight as your emotions come rushing to you, face heating up as tears begin to fall. the hissing of something behind you snaps you out of it.

“shit!” you rush over to to your stove, where the water from your pasta spills over the sides, the flames licking at the bottom of the pan.you take it off the heat and turn it off. it looks done anyway. you add some butter, and, of course, cheese. stirring gently, you sob.

james was so nice to you, always showering you with gifts and praise and love. but it was all for nothing. he just didn’t love you like he loved drinking in the end.

pouring the mac n cheese into a bowl, you call spencer.

“hey lemon! how’s my favourite person this fine evening?” you smile at the nickname.

florida, 2007

“spencer, you’re a boy. why are you so complicated? i mean, its just annoying!” you walk into his bedroom after his mom let you in, clearly pissed off. being 16 isn’t fun, especially when boys you like are rude to you.

“what did he do?” spencer doesn’t look up from his computer, just slightly turn his head.

“he said that i must eat lemons because of how bitter i am. i mean come on!” you lie on his bed and watch him play runescape.

“lemon… hmph” he just smiles and continues whatever he was doing on his game.

“what? nothing to say? ugh! you suuuuuck!”

los angeles, 2024

“yeah, i mean, no. i broke up with james.” you sniffle, and eat a forkfull of your food, elbows resting on the cold marble of the kitchen island.

“i mean- um- yeah thats horrible…” he says

“you’re allowed to celebrate, i know you hated him. and so did everyone. but still. im fragile right now!” you giggle through your gentle tears

“well, i mean, honestly? glad he’s gone. he sucked dude. not sure why you didn’t do it sooner. well, one positive to come of this, your pillows won’t stink of beer next time i nap at yours!” he replies, clearly happy for you.

“yeah,” you chuckle at the memory of spencer falling asleep on your bed, then completing his hair smelt like budweiser “that is true.”

“all seriousness though, are you okay?” his voice is genuine this time, filled with concern.

“no, not really. it’s just… different i guess. but, not much has changed y’know? like, it already felt like he wasn’t my boyfriend anymore…” you begin to ramble for at least 20 minutes, only to be met with the occasional ‘mhmn’ and ‘yeah’ from spencer. mid sentence, there’s a knock at your door.

“oh one sec, someone’s here.” you get up from your table and swing the door open to see a very sympathetic looking spencer, two target bags in his hands.

your jaw is on the floor. you were just crying to him over the phone, and he’d stayed whilst going out to get what you can only assume is things like sour patch kids and vanilla ice cream, which you could see at the top of the bag. your favourites.

“girls night?” he smirked and raised the bags at his sides.

all you can do is smile ear to ear, and wrap him in a tight hug. he leaned into you, basking in your sweet citrusy perfume.

“you’re my favourite, spencie.” you say into his shoulder.

as you both walk inside, charlie comes bounding over to spencer, his favourite person.

“who’s a good boy! charlie is!” spencer was now crouchedby your kitchen island, fussing over your dog as you walked to put on something more comfortable. you slid on some track pants and an old atari hoodie. walking back into your kitchen, spencer has unpacked the bags, and is creating his favourite conconction, The Agnew Sundae. basically the most sickeningly sweet ice cream ever. his dad made it for you both in the summer, and it consisted of:

vanilla ice cream

chocolate syrup

caramel sauce

whipped cream

sprinkles

mini marshmallows

chocolate chips

m&ms

and some crushed oreos to finish.

god, you know you’re going to regret this later, but boy was it a good way to cheer you up.

also strewn on the counter was his switch and copy of animal crossing, a few of his dvd’s for you to watch, and his mom’s chocolate chip cookies.

“spencer, how on earth did you get these? your mom lives across the country!” you hold up the baggie, and raise an eyebrow.

he looks up from his ice cream assembly station, and smirks.

“a magician never- ow!”

you cut him off by lightly jabbing his arm

“okay okay, she visited not to long ago - when she took you to the mall? and she gave me these to freeze and keep for an important event. i think she’d agree this is important.” you cant help but smile at his remark. you missed you moms.

“i’ll have to ring her later to thank her.” you say.

the night goes on, and you and spencer sit on the couch under a blanket watching barbie princess charm school. because what else are you going to watch?

as the movie goes on, and the effects of the agnew sundae kick in; you were dozing off on his shoulder. towards the end of the movie, so does he. he drifts off, comforted by your soft hair occasionally brushing against his face.

you stir awake, the sun beaming into your eyes through your semi-open blinds, and you’re hit by a wave of memory. everything that happened last night comes flooding back.

james’ call.

spencer’s call.

spencer showing up for you.

at the latter, you smile slightly. you prop yourself up on the sofa, and notice the absence of spencer’s warmth by you. frowning slightly, you walk into the kitchen.

“morning sleepyhead” his sweet voice rings through the room

“hey. i thought you’d’ve gone home”

“no, im not that mean! who do you take me for?” he retorts, his attention turning back to the pancakes on the stove.

“pancakes? what time is it?” you come up behind him, putting your chin on his shoulder.

“yeah, and it’s about 10:30.” he leant his head on yours, flipping one. you had to admit, they look pretty good.

“10:30!?” you lift you head in surprise, looking at your phone “shouldn’t we be in work?”

“nope, i called us in sick. said my mom was having surgery. which she is, but i made it sound dramatic so we could stay off.” he looks at you, and smiles slightly.

“well, send her my love! i think i’ll go get dressed now.” he hummed, and you left the room.

opening your closet, you pick out a yellow baggy t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. you pull on some fluffy socks, and slip on a zip up hoodie. walking back out into the living room, spencer walks in with two plates piled high with pancakes, drenched in syrup and strawberries

“so,” you say, a fork full of pancakes in your mouth. “whats the plan for today?”

he looks over at you, and shrugs slightly. “not sure, we could go to the book store you like?”

“ah, you know the way to a girl’s heart“ you put a hand over your chest and giggle a bit.

a few hours later, you walk into the store, door creaking just a bit as a small brass bell chimes overhead. the air is filled with a comforting mix of old paper, leather bindings, and a hint of freshly brewed coffee from the corner cafe that you and spencer like to get tea from. you breathe it in deeply, a sense of calm washing over you. as you walk over the creaky wooden floorboards beneath you, soft warm light filters down from antique lamps, and cast a gentle glow over the rows of books. you ghost your fingertips over the cloth spines while the quiet murmur of whispered conversations and the occasional rustling of pages create a soothing background noise, almost like a lullaby. through spencer’s airpods, syd barrett serenades you both, and his voice blends seamlessly with the ambiance of the store.

“anything good today lemon?” spencer says as he shimmies up next to you in the aisle of towering book shelves, his voice like honey rolling off his tongue. his hair was unruly as always, but he looked so pretty in this light. his face was littered with freckles that you wish you could kiss. he’s smiling at you, and it snaps you back to reality, and reminds you of the fact you’re staring at him

“uh, yeah, i think i’ll get this one” you smile back, holding up a copy of memoirs of a geisha by arthur golden

“cool, shayne likes that one i think. but he likes every book so…” he smiles at his own remark “um, you want me to grab our normal seats in the cafe while you pay for that?”

“yes, please!” you reply eagerly, smiling as he walked off.

you walk up to the cashier, an older lady who always gives you a bookmark.

“thank you m’darlin’, have a lovely day!”

“you too mrs bryson!” you reply, heading over to spencer who’s sat in some plush leather armchairs. as you sit in comfortable silence with him, time seems to slow down, and for a moment, it's just you, spencer, the books, and the comforting atmosphere of this charming bookstore.

“i got you your sweet tea.” he says, handing you a plastic cup filled with your favourite tea.

he remembered.

fuck.

you were in love with spencer agnew, and it took you him handing you your favourite tea to realise it.

“thanks spence.” you say, still grasping the feelings in your chest.

while you read you book and drink your tea, you feel your attention drifting to him. you can't help but glance up from the pages every now and then, watching him as he sits across from you, his focus on his own book. his fingers absently tracing the rim of his coffee mug, his brow furrowing as he reads. the way the sunlight filters through the small window, casting a warm glow across his hair, highlighting the subtle streaks of lighter brown among his dark curls. you find yourself smiling at the sight of him, wondering when these small, mundane moments began to mean so much to you. the bookstore is quiet, aside for the murmur of others reading or talking in hushed tones. yet, with spencer sitting just a few feet away, the world feels like it's faded to the background. it's just you and him, sharing this space, this moment. you watch the way his lips move slightly as he reads, how he occasionally tilts his head in concentration, and the way his eyes light up when he finds something particularly interesting. as he looks up and catches you watching him, you feel a rush of warmth spreading through your chest. he smiles at you, a slow, easy smile that makes your heart skip a beat. he raises an eyebrow, and you quickly look back down at your book, feeling your cheeks flush. but you can't help it; your gaze finds its way back to him, like he's the most interesting story in the room. he seems to notice the shift in the air between you. he closes his book and leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees.

“everything okay?” he asks, his voice gentle, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

“yeah,” you reply, trying to sound casual, though your heart is racing. “just... glad to be here with you.”

he nods, his smile growing a bit wider. “me too.”

as he settles back into his chair, you realize that this simple exchange has changed something. the air feels lighter, the connection between you stronger. you may have come here to read and relax, but now, sitting across from spencer, you know you've found something else entirely - something you never want to let go of.

as you leave the store, you’re panicking slightly as you realise you don’t know what to do. so instead you make up an excuse.

“i forgot my keys ," you blurt out, looking back at the bookstore. it's a thin excuse, but spencer doesn't seem to notice. he simply nods, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"do you want me to wait for you?" he asks, already reaching for his phone to check the time.

"no, it's fine," you reply quickly. "you can go ahead. i’ll just be a minute."

spencer seems reluctant to leave, but he nods, offering a warm smile before stepping out onto the street. you watch him walk away, his figure blending into the crowd as he heads toward the main crossing. your heart sinks a little as he disappears from view, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing pulse.

the bookstore feels different now. the warm glow and soft murmurs are still there, but without spencer, it's like the color has faded a bit. you stand by the door, uncertain of what to do next. you could go back outside, catch up with him, and just say it. tell him how you feel. but the words seem stuck in your throat, and the thought of laying your feelings bare feels like too much, too soon.

you step back inside, pretending to look for something you might have left behind. the stacks of books seem to stretch endlessly in front of you, a maze of comforting distractions. you wander through the aisles, hoping to calm your racing thoughts, but all you can think about is spencer - his smile, the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the warmth of his voice.

eventually, you find a quiet corner and sit down, closing your eyes for a moment. you know you have to do something. you can't just let him walk away without knowing how much he means to you. but the fear of rejection, of changing everything, feels overwhelming.

you realize you need time to sort through your feelings, to figure out the best way to approach this. with a heavy heart, you decide to make your way home, hoping the familiar surroundings will bring clarity. as you step out onto the street, the cool breeze brushes against your skin, and you take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside you.

on the journey home, you replay the moments with spencer in your mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of how much he means to you. you know you can't keep hiding your feelings, but you also know you need to approach this with caution. as you unlock the door to your apartment, you make a silent promise to yourself—to take the time you need, to listen to your heart, and to find the courage to follow where it leads, even if it means risking everything for him.

when you get home, spencer tries calling you as he paces around his bedroom, his phone pressed against his ear. the ringing continues, but there's no answer. he frowns, feeling an uneasy twist in his stomach. maybe you're still in the bookstore. maybe your phone is on silent, or maybe you're just busy. he tells himself there's a reasonable explanation, but the doubt lingers.

as he walks to his kitchen, he dials again. this time, the call goes straight to voicemail. his instincts tell him something isn't right. the keys excuse felt odd, and your hurried departure only amplifies his worry. he takes a moment to think, then leaves his apartment, jumps in his car, starts the engine, and drives toward your apartment.

the streets pass in a blur as he navigates through the evening traffic, his mind racing with possibilities. he finds a parking spot near your building and heads to your door. the hallway is quiet, save for the distant sound of a tv from a neighbouring apartment. he takes a deep breath and knocks.

nothing.

he knocks again, this time a little louder. the knot in his stomach tightens. what if something's wrong? what if he's too late? he knocks a third time, and this time, he hears a faint rustling from inside. the door opens slowly, and there you are, standing in the doorway with a look of surprise and confusion.

"spence?" you say, blinking at him as if he's the last person you expected to see.

"i - i was worried," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. "you didn't answer your phone, and i - i didn't know if you were okay."

you tilt your head, trying to process why he's here. his eyes search yours, and you can tell he's anxious, almost desperate to explain himself. "i'm fine," you say, "just had some stuff to think about."

he nods, but you can see he's not entirely convinced. there's something else, something deeper. he takes a step back, as if he's about to leave, but then he hesitates. "i - i have to tell you something," he blurts out, his words coming out in a rush. "i like you. like a lot. like i think i love you? and i know it might be weird, and i don't want to mess things up, but I just had to say it - because i couldn't keep it to myself anymore.”

he looks at you, his eyes full of emotions you can't quite decipher yet. you nod, urging him to continue, even though your own heart is racing. there's something in his gaze that makes you realize this isn't just any confession - this is something that's been building for a long time.

"i've liked you since we were kids," he says, almost breathlessly. "i mean, you were always the coolest person I knew. you didn't care what anyone else thought. you were smart and funny and just... so genuinely kind. i remember when we used to ride our bikes around the neighbourhood, and you'd always be the first one to try something new. like, remember when you climbed that huge tree in mr lawson's yard just because you wanted to see the view from the top? i thought you were so brave."

he chuckles softly, his gaze softening as he reminisces. "and then, when we got older, you were always there for me. when my parents split up, and i felt like everything was falling apart, you were the one who came over with a pizza and just listened. you didn't try to fix it; you just let me talk. that's something i've always loved about you. you're a great listener, and you care about people. like, really care."

he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes locking with yours. "it's not just that, though. It's the little things, too. the way you laugh at the dumbest of angela’s jokes, the way you get excited about your favorite books, and how you always know the right thing to say when I'm feeling down. you make everything feel... lighter, you know? like, even when things are tough, you find a way to make it better."

spencer pauses, his voice growing more earnest. "so yeah, i've um, been holding onto this for a while, and i just, couldn't keep pretending that i didn't feel this way. i like you - a lot. and i don't know if you feel the same way, but i just couldn't not tell you anymore."

he takes a step back, the tension in his shoulders indicating that he's prepared to leave if needed. "i don't want to make things weird between us. if you don't feel the same, that's okay. i just had to say it, because you're the best thing in my life, and i can't keep acting like you aren't."

his confession takes you by surprise, but as he speaks, you feel a surge of warmth in your chest. the words you were struggling to say are suddenly so clear, so obvious. you watch as he starts to turn away, his shoulders slumping in resignation. before he can take another step, you grab his arm and pull him back, your lips pressing against his in a gentle, yet desperate kiss.

he freezes for a moment, stunned by your sudden action, then his arms wrap around you, pulling you close. when you finally break the kiss, you look into his eyes, and there's no doubt, no hesitation.

"it's always been you," you whisper, your voice soft but sure. "you're my person, spencer."

he hugs you tightly, his grip firm and comforting, as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. it's a perfect moment, one that feels like the beginning of something new, something beautiful.

and as you stand there in each other's embrace, you know that everything's going to be okay, because you have each other. and that's all that matters.

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smosh #smoshyourheadin #angela giarratana #amanda lehan canto #arasha lalani #courtney miller #shayne topp

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yourangel137 · 1 year

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“Beautiful.” A Kazuha X Fem!reader Fanfic

Again one of my proudest possessions, so I want to post it here too for safe keeping <3

Pairings: Kazuha x Fem!reader

Warnings: reader is insecure. Did not proof read

Genres: fluff

Type: drabble

Word count: 835 words

Summary: Reader is insecure about herself, but Kazuha likes her for who she is. + Confession

Everyone would fall for him if they know what kind of person he is. Gentle and kind by nature, poetic with his words and patient with his gestures, he’s the type to treat his loved one like loyalty and you knew that too. It’s just the fact that,, you aren’t confident enough about yourself to fully accept your feelings for him. To you, he deserves better, he deserves someone prettier and someone whose willing to give more than you think you’re able to give. Yet, every time you try to avoid the kind wanderer, he always seems to find his way back to you. Why was that? Why does he care to stay when he deserves better?

Unknowingly to you Kazuha always has his eyes on you and has always seen you as the most beautiful girl he laid his eyes upon. To him, your body is beautiful, your face is gorgeous and your personality is breathtaking. Even if you try to hide your insecurities from him, he knows you’re insecure. He can feel your attitude change around him, your body posture curling and trying to hide your body in some way. It hurts him seeing you so insecure, but he hopes one day you’ll see yourself the same way he sees you.

Your hand trails over the railing from The Crux, feeling the small marks on the wood. You told yourself you wouldn’t go with Beidou and Kazuha on the boat to Inazuma, but in the end you gave in and joined anyways. Maybe because you could never say no to Kazuha his puppy eyes whenever you reject his ideas at first. ‘Dangit.. Why must he be so cute..’ You think to yourself. A breeze touches your exposed neck, goosebumps forming in your delicate skin. Today the breeze seems to be colder than usual and you didn’t fully prepare for colder weather. Before you can think of a possible solution to the sudden cold temperature, a voice calls out to you. “Are you cold, Y/N? It’s colder than usual today.”

The sudden voice you hear from behind you makes you jump a little before turning around to face him. “Ah.. Kazu.. Yeah I guess it’s kind of chilly today. I’ll be okay though~” You answer him, cheeks flaring up a little from embarrassment he caught you thinking to yourself. “Let’s get you inside instead. I know it’s going to rain soon and I also do not want you to catch a cold.” He holds out a hand for you to take, a gentle yet sweet gesture he uses on you so you’d come with him.

It’s hard to reject such an offer so you gently put your hand on top of his and let him lead you away from the deck and to a warmer place instead. Once you two got inside, you watch him let go of your hand and instead grab a blanket and put it around your body. “You should be more prepared next time, the breeze can get cold really fast. Always bring an extra pair of warm clothes with you, dove.”

The sudden nickname makes your heart skip a beat, cheeks flaring up this time from the sudden rush of love you’re feeling for the man before you. “I’m sorry.” You say, but instead of more scolding, you see Kazuha his eyes soften for you. “Why do you think so little of yourself, darling?”

“W-wha-?”

“I know you’re insecure about yourself. I just personally don’t understand why. To me, you’re like a work of art. Your words flow like music out of your mouth, your personality is as warm and bright as the sun, your beauty is as beautiful as the prettiest and brightest of flowers and your whole existence brightens my life more than the sun is even able to do.”

You’re at loss of words, quickly noticing how Kazuha his cheeks turned pink from his sudden confession. ‘Wait.. is this a confession?’ You ask yourself, yet you couldn’t seem to place those words on your tongue and speak them out loud.

“My words might be a lot to take in right now. So I want you to take your time and let this flow in your mind for a bit longer before you answer me back.”

You quickly shake your head and you part your lips to finally speak your mind too. “I like you.” Yet the way those words left your parted lips, ended up louder than you hoped they would. His cheeks flare up more, turning into a more reddish glow, yet his smile is brighter than his blush.

“That was supposed to be my line, dove.” He let’s out the cutest chuckle before speaking once again. “I hope one day I can make you realize how beautiful you truly are. But... Let’s take things slow and steady my sunshine.” Silently you agree with him, nodding along with his words, words you never thought he’d tell you.

He really is too good to be true.

Thank you for reading <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 26-03-2023

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin kazuha #genshin kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha x you #genshin kazuha x y/n #kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha fluff #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #kazuha kaedehara

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 1 year

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Sandy Steps (Che'nya x GN!Reader)

You laughed as you watched Ace get hit square in the face with a beach ball. Though he stumbled, he somehow found his footing and didn’t fall. He glared daggers into Cater, who only shot back a smug grin in return.

“Better start paying attention!” he teased.

Ace let out something akin to a growl under his breath, teeth grit in frustration and he grabbed the beach ball from the ground. “Yeah, I’ll pay attention - pay attention to how I’m about to pummel you into the ground!”

“Oh nooooo!~” Cater cried sarcastically. “He’s going to attack me!” Cater put on a facade of fear as he stepped over to Trey’s side and hugged his arm, puppy eyes staring sappily up at him. “Protect me, Trey!”

Trey cracked a smile and raised an eyebrow at Cater in a way that said ‘really?’ Even so, Trey played along, a smirk beginning to replace his smile as he crooked his fingers at Ace. “Give your best shot, Ace.”

Ace took up that challenge as he threw the ball into the air, then struck it with a harsh slap of his hand. The impact was so loud it almost sounded like Crewel’s whip hitting the desk. The beach ball shot towards Cater and Trey at alarming speed, but Trey, who saw the trajectory from a mile away, caught it with ease. “Woo!” Cater cheered as he pat Trey on the arm. “Nice catch!”

Trey chuckled in response, “Thanks.” He shot Ace his own smug look as he directed his next words to him. “It wasn’t like it was a good throw anyway.”

“Oh, like you can do better!”

“Challenge accepted.” Trey rolled his shoulders in preparation. He slowly raised the ball in the air with one hand, prepared to send it flying as he eyed Ace. “Let’s see you catch thi-”

Everything changed when the ice water attacked.

A sudden, harsh gasp was forced from Trey and Cater as a large splash of ice water suddenly hit their backs. Though Trey was slightly shielded from the blast of cold by his opened shirt, Cater wasn’t so lucky. Both of their bodies stiffened; while Trey just stood there in shock, glasses askew, Cater let out a surprised shriek. One could have mistaken him for a little girl for how shrill it was. As Ace erupted into a fit of laughter, the two older boys turned on their heels to see just who’d play such a dirty trick. The only person in sight was Deuce - who just so happened to have a half-empty water bottle in hand.

“Traitor.” An evil smile spread across Cater’s face, narrowed eyes filled with a mix of frustration and the beginnings of evil schemes brewing. “You said you weren’t going to play.”

“So, you were working with Ace all along, huh?” Trey adjusted his glasses; his eyes were as conniving as Cater’s. “Smooth - but you aren’t just going to walk away from that.”

“Wha-?!” Deuce seemed just as surprised as they were a moment before. “W-What do you mean? I just got here!”

“Suuuuure.” Cater’s evil grin grew along with Trey’s as he got into a stance, looking ready to jump the first year. “Play innocent all you want, Deucey.”

“But I didn’t-!”

Deuce’s sentence was cut off by his own scream as both Trey and Cater charged at him. The poor boy began to run for his life - but didn’t make it far before Cater tackled him. You kept forgetting how fast the guy was; even though Deuce was on the track and field team, he couldn’t outrun the third year. Maybe it was just because of the sand. Either way, you kinda felt bad for the guy. To have both Cater and Trey gang up on you, with no help from Ace in sight (he was still laughing), was sure to be a bad time.

…still, you knew Deuce had gone to get himself some water right as the other three started tossing around the beach ball. When Deuce had said he didn’t want to participate this time around, since it would be an uneven match (Riddle and Ace had been on the same team, but the former ran off minutes earlier to scold some other Heartslabyul students for breaking some rule), you knew he’d meant it. Why would he suddenly turn to Ace’s side now? That, and you hadn’t seen any ice in Deuce’s water bottle. Sure, the water could’ve been really cold, but you could have sworn you saw solid ice hit Cater and Trey’s backs. Deuce wasn’t the type to lie…what could have-

You suddenly heard hushed giggling somewhere nearby. It came from the two wooden lounge chairs a little ways from you, around where the guys had been playing. For a moment, all you saw were Riddle and Trey’s things laid out among the chairs, along with their large umbrella towering above. Then your eyes landed on the sand below; while it was shaded by the aforementioned umbrella, you could make out two deep footprints. You thought they were just from Riddle or one of the others when they came over before…but then more began to appear. They formed as though someone was walking away from the scene. What the…?

A certain someone came to mind. You slowly stood from your own chair, tiptoeing behind the invisible footprints. When you finally reached where a person would be, you took a leap of faith and grabbed at the air below. It looked as though you’d grabbed air, but you could feel fur against your palm. That hair quickly stood on-end as you made contact with it, and along with it came a surprised noise. As the steps came to a sudden halt, a long tail slowly appeared before your eyes. You quickly recognized the purple color of the appendage - your suspicions were correct.

You smiled as you looked up. Your gaze beheld a head slowly forming in reality, its expression one of surprise. The cat had been caught. “Che’nya,” you chuckled, “it was you, wasn’t it?”

Though his voice was one of innocence, words filled with ignorance, the cat’s wide, mischievous grin gave away the answer. “Hmm?~ I don’t know what mew mean.”

“Oh, I think you do.” You eyed the empty plastic cup in his hand as the rest of his body finally materialized. “You know, if they find out, you’ll be the one getting attacked.”

Che’nya showed no fear whatsoever as he shrugged. “Nya, I’d like to see them try. Mew know I’m a fast runner.”

“You wouldn’t even run,” you said. “You’d just disappear and sit somewhere to watch them try and find you.”

“Mmm,” Che’nya’s grin grew more devious by the second, “not what I had in meowind, but I like mewr idea better.”

You nearly regretted opening your mouth. To try and spare your friends the trouble, you changed the subject. “What’re you doing here anyway? Don’t tell me you snuck in when we got here?”

“Nope.” Che’nya gestured behind him with his thumb. “I’m staying at the resort next to mew - my school’s on a trip, too. We mainly stick to the beach there,” that playful grin was back, “buuut I thought coming over here would be mewore fun~”

Oooh, that’s why Crowley decided on this sudden field trip. Figures. You suppressed an intense eye roll as you gave Che’nya a smile. “Well, I hope I get to see you more often.”

Che’nya’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “Just mew? Not mewr friends - my friends?”

“Yeah, I meant them too-”

“M’awww~” Che’nya’s new target was you, apparently. “Mew want me all to mewrself? So cute!”

“I-I didn’t mean-!”

“Sure!” Che’nya’s tail flicked your leg. “I’ve been wanting to spend time with mew anyway.” He took your hand as he began to walk away. “C’mon, let’s get ice cream.”

You looked over your shoulder to see your friends still preoccupied with Deuce. Poor guy…as Che’nya continued to tug you along, you looked forward again and protested. “W-Wait, I need to-”

“Mmn?” Che’nya looked back at you, actually seeming confused. “I thought mew wanted to go on a date?”

“I need to save - wait, what?”

“Yeah.” Che’nya grinned again, eyebrows raised. “Mew aren’t going to back out, are mew, [Y/n]?~”

He…Che’nya, you, on a date. A date…your mind swam with questions, flustered ones. You could feel your face begin to heat up, which only caused the cat to chuckle. His smile was more gentle as he held your hand a little tighter.

“I promise I’ll have you back before they miss you too much.” He dropped the cat puns. That wasn’t like him. “Just c’mon - I promise it’ll be fun.”

You said nothing for a moment…then you squeezed his hand. “Okay.”

You could hear a small purr leave him as he began to lead you again. Your sandy steps grew as you walked away from the beach. Though you felt back, you promised yourself you’d explain everything to your friends later, including who the actual ice water assailant was. For now, though…you simply enjoyed the soft hold of Che’nya’s hand, the affectionate brushes of his tail, and the fond way he looked at you.

#Twisted Wonderland: Beach Episode Mini Series #twisted wonderland #twst #my work #chenya x reader #twst chenya #twst ace #twst trey #twst cater #twst riddle #twst deuce #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #ace trappola #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #artemiy artemiyevich pinker

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octo-artist · 2 months

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Calm Before the Inkstorm

Pre-war yan! Octavio x reader x platonic pre-war yan! Craig

Chapter 2: bright afternoons

Tw: toxic relationship, controlling behaviors, general yandere tendencies, slight abuse warning, abuse of power, no beta we die like men.

I do not condone the actions in this fic, if you are in a toxic relationship please seek out help.

Certain parts are heavily inspired by Dissonant melodies by DriftingNova

Y/N = Your name

T/C = Tentacle color

E/C = Eye color

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The next day rolled around, Craig and Octavio once again speaking, this time looking over some sheet music Craig had provided.

“What kind of slimy hipster writes sheet music with 10 notes in an octave?!” Octavio exclaimed in confusion as he read the sheet music.

“Well I’m self-taught, and ten was a number that made sense to me. What do you use?”, Craig responded to which Octavio yelled, “Eight! That’s why it’s called an OCTave”

Y/N chuckled at the duo from where they were watching and working.

“Man who knew being in a real band would be so difficult…”, Craig sighed as he fell back with his arms behind his head.

“Real band? Psh.” Octavio brushed off as he continued reading the papers, “this is the first time we’ve met up to practice. We’ve never even played in front of an audience.”

Shooting up waving his hands up and down Craig exclaims, “AN AUDIENCE! THAT'S WHAT WE NEED. The neighboring village is hosting a festival tomorrow night! We should go perform ~A fresh festival of song and spectacle~” when he finishes Octavio looks up at Craig confused while Y/N smiles and chuckles at Craig’s excitement.

“I think that would be a splendid idea don’t you Tavi?” Y/N says over their shoulder to the duo, “a festival sounds like fun!”

“As appealing an idea it is, there’s no way I’d be allowed to jam with commoners like that”, Octavio states returning to the sheets of paper he was holding.

Craig, confused and disappointed, asks, “Why not?”

“Well I mean, im… I’m the future octarian king. I have to watch my image.” Octavio states plainly as he looks at Craig.

“Wait…” Craig processing the information soon exclaims, “YOU'RE ROYALTY?!”

Y/N bursts out laughing hysterically at Craig’s denseness as Octavio shouts back “Of course I am! I told you I was a PRINCE!”

“WHA- I thought that was just a STAGE NAME!” Craig cries out in shock.

“YOU'RE SITTING IN PALACE!!” Octavio shouts back the argument, making Y/N’s laughter worse as they set down their gardening tools to kneel down and catch their breath.

Octavio taking notice sighs saying, “Great we broke Y/N”

Craig holds his face looking at the ground talking to himself, “w-wow… Real royalty.”

Pinching his nose Octavio grumbles, “I had to lie and tell the guards you wet the son of some inkling governor to let you in. No way I can just walk out.”

Snapping out of his stupor Craig looks to Octavio and suggests, “Well, what if you snuck out?I mean no offense but I snuck IN twice!” He points at the wall continuing, “you could put on a disguise and jump the fence ~with all the flash and flair of a rebel prince~”

“Huh, a ‘rebel prince’” thinking it over, Octavio grins and states, “You know what cap’n, I like your style! Tomorrow night I’m goin off the grid!”

Time flew as the days passed, the next evening closing in as Y/N sat in Octavio’s room, the prince making final adjustments to his disguise. “Well don’t you look dashing in that.” Y/N teased causing a deep maroon blush to cross Octavio’s face as he tries to hide it with a smirk and responding, “you’re so lucky I need to be ready for when Craig arrives because otherwise I’d get you back for that little comment my dear.”

“Speaking of being ready, I should return to my room to change into my own street clothes so I can come see the two of yo-“, Y/N began.

Interrupting them Octavio says “I don’t know Y/N I worry you’d get lost in the crowd or hurt if you go, folks are unpredictable, maybe hang back and wait for me to return?”

“Tavi, that's not fair, I want to see the two of you perform… I can handle myself fine and I won’t stray far from the stage”, Y/N argued back.

Octavio halted his preparations to approach Y/N kneeling down to where they were seated. “Y/N you know I love you and I just want what’s best for you, and what’s best is for you to stay here where it’s safe. Maybe next time you can come with us but if we get caught you could get in serious trouble with the council.”

His tone was firm, as if to try to leave no room for arguments, leaning in he gave Y/N a kiss before standing up again and grabbing his instrument. “I’ll be back soon, keep the bed warm yea?” He smirks saying that last part before dipping out into the darkened garden to sneak out.

“‘Keep the bed warm yea?’” Y/N says in a mocking tone before scoffing, “As if, I’m going and he can’t stop me! I’m a grown inkling and I can handle myself just fine!” And with that statement they stand up and march off to their quarters to change out of their work clothes and into something more comfortable. Biding the guards at the entrance goodnight as they leave.

“Let’s see, money; check, pocket watch; check, bag; checkeroo. Looks like I’m good to go. Music festival here I come! Sorry tavi but I’m not missing out on a night of fun!” At this Y/N happily jogs down to the nearby village lit up with colorful lanterns and abuzz with excitement and life. The sound of children laughing and cephalopods from all over laughing and singing filling Y/N with a sense of peace and joy. The air carried the savory scent of crabby cakes and the sweetness of sugary desserts. Vendors lined the pathway displaying a variety of goods and games.

“Hmmm I know Mia was disappointed she couldn’t make it to the festival since she was on rotation tonight so maybe I should get her something to make her feel better. She’s got a sweet tooth so maybe I can get her some dango and candies.” Y/N thought as they browsed the stalls. Finding one filled with various desserts all nicely packaged they found what they were looking for, paying the vendor and carefully placing the packaged sweets in their bag with a smile.

As Y/N approaches the center of town they hear the stage announcement for Octavio and Craig’s group Out of the Blue, picking up their pace they find a spot in the crowd to watch the performance excited for their friend and lover. Soon the duo stepped out and prepared to start, only for it to come out quite disjointed causing the inkling to cringe a bit in response to the sound. The two quietly argue on the stage before starting again, still a bit out of time but significantly better than before. As the two wrapped up, Y/N noticed Octavio’s gaze landing on them and could feel his anger at the fact they didn’t stay put like he’d told them to.

“Looks like I’m getting scolded when we get back…”, Y/N thought as they began to realize the flaw in their plans. “Oh well, at least it was fun while it lasted”

As Y/N turned to walk off and continue perusing the area they were soon stopped when a rather miffed Octavio called out to them, “Oh no you don’t, Y/N get your ass over here right now!”

Y/N weighing their choices carefully speeds off not wanting to be scolded in the middle of a crowd, Octavio chasing after them leaving a very confused and concerned Craig to wait for the results when the upset prince told him to wait there.

“Y/N get back here right now!”, Octavio yelled after them, garnering a few folks' attention.

“Nope, not till you’ve cooled off!”, Y/N responded weaving between people, ducking into a less crowded street to try and move a bit easier, only to quickly be snatched up by the angry prince who had caught up with the lack of cephalopods in the area. “You were saying?”, He states holding Y/N up off the ground.

“Oh come on you can’t honestly think i’d miss out on a festival did you? You know how much I love them!”, Y/N pleads their case in hopes of getting octavio to let go of the situation and just return to the festival and have fun. Octavio, leaning in closely pinning Y/N to a nearby wall out of sight, responds, “If you think I’m going to let you off easy when you deliberately disobeyed me both as your partner and prince you are sorely mistaken. But that will have to wait till we’ve gotten back to the palace. Here is hardly the place for you to receive your… punishment.”

At this he pulls away releasing Y/N from the wall but holding onto their hand tightly so they don’t slip away, leading them back to the festival where Craig is waiting with participation ribbons, Octavio grumbling at not even getting a proper placement in the competition.

Craig sensing the tension asks, “hey is everything alright? Y'all kinda just ran off suddenly and it seems like something happened…”

“Everything is fine, just a typical lovers spat.”, Octavio snaps before taking a breath, “let’s just get going, the festival is almost over so we might as well leave now.” This suggestion prompting a look of annoyance from Y/N who had wished to spend more time at the festival.

“Oh well, ok then, how about we go hang out at the treehouse for a bit before y’all get cooped up in the palace again.” Craig suggests

“I-“, Octavio begins before Y/N cuts him off saying, “That sounds nice! Don’t you agree tav? I know once we get back we’d just be heading to bed so why not stay up a little longer?”

Octavio looks at Y/N shocked only to grumble out an agreement.

“Great! Just follow me! It’s not much but it’s home away from home.”, Craig begins to ramble as they walk, Octavio slowing down to whisper in Y/N’s ear, “don’t think I’ll forget about your punishment for disobeying me. You’re just delaying the inevitable.” This statement making Y/N sweatdrop knowing that they’re going to have a hard time walking the coming morning once they’ve returned to the palace.

#yandere dj octavio x reader #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #dj octavio #calm before the inkstorm #CBtI #yandere splatoon x reader #yandere octavio #reader insert #yandere x reader #yandere fics #yandere dj octavio #dj octavio x reader #captain craig cuttlefish #craig splatoon #craig cuttlefish

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request Fred Weasley x reader. They go to a concert to celebrate their anniversary and the reader suddenly faints in the middle of this big concert.

P.S. maybe Fred wanted to propose after the concert or something… (you can decide)

I didn't ruin anything?

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n faints at a concert on her and Freds anniversary

Warnings: swearing, mentions of fainting and sex, established relationship

A/n: 0.7k words, thanks for the request xx enjoy!

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You groaned as you became aware of your surroundings, last thing you remembered was the blaring music and crowds of people, all jumping up and down to the beat before it all went black

“Love” you hear a whisper, eyes opening to see Fred wearing a smile but the crinkles on his forehead still drawn with worry

“Hi” you whisper back, letting him help you up as you quickly realise you’re back in the flat once more and laying on your couch

He takes a seat next to you, your eyes still a little fuzzy so you try to focus on him

“How-” he starts but you cut him off, hands finding his as your head falls into his chest

“I’m so sorry Freddie” you apologise “I ruined your first concert and our anniversary” you sniffle, feeling horrible that he was so excited for it and you barely made it halfway through before you fainted

He looks at you in a mildly amused shock “Sorry?” he can’t help but chuckle as he lets go of your hands and cups your cheeks “Love you’ve nothing to be sorry for” he shakes his head with a smile

“I didn’t ruin anything?” you ask quietly, seeing his eyes flash with something but his soft smile never changes

“Never love. I won’t lie you scared me half to death but you could never ruin anything” he leans forward and kisses your forehead “I’m more concerned about you than some silly concert. We can go to another one anytime but there's only one of you” he gifts you another kiss, lingering there and your eyes flutter shut

“I love you” you bury your head into his chest once more

He chuckles a little, arms wrapping around you “I love you too” he nudges his nose into your hair

You stay there some time, and when you pull back Fred cups your cheek once more, free hand gently caressing your thigh

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” he checks

“Yeah?” you extend the syllables, eyeing him a little

“Mind completely clear, working okay?” he asks, with a small yet nervous smile on his face

You giggle “I might have a concussion from the fall if this is how your asking for sex”

His eyes widen, cheeks tinting “No…I mean” he says quickly before backtracking and cringing “Merlin love” his cheeks grow crimson, getting uncharacteristically flustered

“Are you okay?” you tilt your head, leaning forward a little to see your face when your eyes catch a flicker of light from behind the couch

Doubling back, you blink a couple of times to take it all in. Candles everywhere, petals scattered around, your favourite food prepared…now either Fred felt real bad for you fainting or…

“W-wha” you can’t even finish, just turn back to Fred whose calmed a little yet his cheeks are still rosy holding a box “No” your hands come up to your face, word hanging in disbelief as you start smiling away “You aren’t”

“I am” he nods with a chuckle

“You said I didn’t ruin anything!?” you exclaim, poking him and earning yourself being pulled in to lay on his lap, and he turns the box around so it’s now facing both of you

“Shush it’s my time to shine” he kisses your temple and you immediately go quiet, almost shaking in his arms from anticipation “I did have a speech planned…” he confesses “...all about how wonderful you are…” he hugs you a little closer “...how you keep me on my toes, how nothing ever goes as expected yet somehow turns out even better” his voice goes up in the end and you start giggling

You bite your lip as his fingers move to open the box “Y/n…”

“Yes” you whisper and he playfully squeezes you

“No you let me finish” he scolds smiling away, turning your face back to the box which holds the prettiest ring “Y/n will you…”

“Yes” you interject again

He sighs “I’m not getting through this am I?” he asks, to which you look back and up at him, shaking your head “I love you so much”

“I love you too husband” you grin up at him

His eyes light up “Say that again” his cheeky smirk is back

“Husband” you repeat, getting a little shy

He leans in to capture your lips in a chaste kiss “I like that” he mumbles against your lips

“Good because I’ll be your wife…” you raise your eyebrows, noting the fire in his eyes the moment you say wife “You like that even more don’t ya?

“Oh yeah”

Thank you for reading ♡

#fred weasley and reader #fred weasley and you #fred weasley and y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #fred and reader #fred x reader #fred x you #fred weasley

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diaryofamadsunwukongfan · 1 month

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A Minor Hiccup while Painting the Town

•The episode begins in Ports classroom, where he is once again going on one of his rants instead of teaching. Jaune then gives a bouquet of white roses to Weiss, who rejects them and then turns her attention to Pyrrha.

•"So Pyrrha, I just thinking about how we're the two most popular girls at school and the strongest of our class! (~Weiss stop lying~) We have so much in common and we are both incredible, and yet we don't even have dates for prom yet. So, I was just wondering... uh, if we still don't have dates for the prom, maybe you would consider we go together as sisters-in-arms?"

•"Weiss... are you asking me to be your date?" Pyrrha asks while flashing a smirk.

•"WH-WAHT!!! N-No, I w-wasn't suggesting th-that?! A-as a Schnee, I need to consider my bloodline and all, hehe!"

•"I can continue your bloodline for you, if you want!" Jaune perks up.

•"EWW, GROSS! No way, Jaune!" Weiss screams loud enough to catch the classes, and Port's, attention.

•Weiss fake smiles at Port until he returns to the lecture.

•Pyrrha then restarts the conversation, "Weiss, going on a date dosen't mean we're married. Have you even been with another woman before?"

•"Wha, women with woman? That's not me, unless you want it to be Pyrrha, wait no I'm just kidding, ahahahaha."

•"Aha, well I think this is something about yourself that you should give more thought to, Weiss." Pyrrha says before looking away and muttering under her breath, "...I'm, not incredible..."

•Jaune notices this comment, but doesn't say anything.

•The scene shifts to team RWBY's dorm room, where the girls are trying on their new outfits and thanking Weiss for ordering them from the SDC fashion department.

•The girls then explain their plan to uncover Roman's plot with the White Fang: Ruby and Weiss will head to Vale's CCT and use Weiss' connections to check the SDC's records for any inconsistances between past Dust robberies and Roman's current activities; Blake will attend the local White Fang rally which not-so-secretly recruits new members and hands out orders after dark to discover what they are planning; Yang will head to Vale's red-light district to "negotiate" information from the local Broker. The reason why Blake and Yang are working alone is because, as Ruby admits, "you two are a lot tougher than Weiss and me, so if anything goes wrong, you can handle yourselves." And because Yang's location is in between the CCT and the Fang rally, the girls plan to have a rendevouz at her location to share what they have found.

•"Yeah, let's do this!" (Ruby excitedly screams) "Allright!" (Sun excitedly screams outside the window). "Sun?!" (Blake screams), "What are you doing outside our window???" (Yang angrily asks Sun while taking step forward). "Oh, y'know... just, hanging around? Anyway, let's do this team mission thing!"

•"You aren't on our team." Weiss sasses him. The girls then hear a knock on their door and Blake opens it, revealing Scarlet and Sage standing outside. Scarlet then barges ibto the girls room while complaing about how freezing the hallway's AC was. Sage asks Blake if he can come in, and she sighs before saying yes.

•"Whoa, there's a lot more people in here, hehe..." Ruby jokes before shrinking in on herself. Yang then starts to connect the dots before asking "wait a minuet, Sun are you spying on us?!"

•"Whaaat, spying??? That's crazy talk! And, we just got here anyway, so..." Yang then turns to Sage. "Headmaster Lionheart tasked us with investigating anything suspicious, and Sun suspected you all were up to something." Sage matter-of-factly states. "Dude, not cool." Sun tells his teammate.

•Weiss then creates a wind glyph behind Sun to blow him into the room. This also blows Neptune into the room.

•"Another one?!" Yang yells. Weiss then rushes past her and kneels next to Neptune. "Oh my light, Neptune! I'm so sorry! Are you hurt? Here, let me help you up!!" "Ow- I mean, I'm fine Snow Angel. Now please, don't hurt your pretty little hands helping me u- Ow!!" Neptune shrieks as Weiss helps him to his feet anyway. The rest of team RWBY roll their eyes at her.

•"Hooray, that boy bands all here! Now get out of our room and never come back!" Yang sarcastically tells team SSSN while pushing them out of the room.

•"Wait," Blake calls out to Yang, "having them with us... could be useful." "I-I second that notion!!!" Weiss jumps up. "Blake, we can't even trust them! What if they snitch on us to their headmaster?" Blake then walks up to Sun and looks him in the eye. Before she can speak, Sun starts up "Ok, I know what you're going to say and I just want you to know even if you were doing something against the rules I would never tell the authorities and I'm really sorry for spying and-" "Swear it. Don't spy on me or lie to me ever again." "... I swear it. Never again." Blake then smiles and turns to the rest of her team. "We can trust them."

•Yang sighs before saying, "Alright boys, my partner's giving you a second chance. Don't make me regret it!" Yang says while looking at a nervous Sun. "Now since your here, Ruby, what do you think they should do?" Ruby, who had been hiding in the corner underneath her cloak, jumps up, "Oh, uh, well Blake and Sun are both faunus so they should go to the rally and Sage and Yang are both big so they should go to togather so I guess that means me and Weiss will be going with Scar and Tune!!! Ahahaha, let's gooo!!!" Ruby then burts out of the room to catch her breath, which the rest of the girls catch onto.

•"Sigh, well Neptune, I guess we'll be alone togather out there..." "I wouldn't have it any other way, Snow angel." Neptune then takes Weiss' hand and they walk out the room togather. Scarlet whispers underneath his breath, "someone please shoot meee..." as he reluctantly follows them.

• The scene changes to Ruby, Weiss & Neptune, and Scarlet all at the CCT tower. Ruby is excited to see it, Weiss gives her exposition dump dump to the rest of the gang, Neptune flirts with her somemore, and Scarlet really doesn't want to be there. Ruby then drops her Scroll trying to take a picture, which gets picked up by Penny.

•Ruby asks Penny why she dissapeared at the Docks, Penny pretends she dosen't know her and runs away, Ruby chases after her, leaving Weiss with the two boys.

•Scarlet opts to wait outside for when Ruby returns, so Weiss and Neptune enter the CCT together.

•Inside the the Elevator, Weiss practices her smiles while standing in front of Neptune. However, Neptune is able to see her reflection across the silver walls of the elevator. "Know that you don't have to pretend to be happy with me, Snow Angel..." Neptune's sentiment surpises Weiss, and she almost cries. Before she can, the doors open. Weiss fixes herself, grabs Neptune's hand, and leads him into the communications room.

•As Weiss and Neptune walk over to her assigned cubical, all of the background shadow people stop and stare at the two of them, whispering "weiss schnee" and "neptune vasilias".

•As Weiss sits down at the cubical and readies herself for the call ahead, Neptune behind her with a comforting hand on her shoulder.

•"Thank you for calling the Atlas- Oh! Miss Schnee! Good afternoon! I'll patch you to your father immediatly!" "No-", before Weiss can finish, the operater switches to the CEOs private channel.

•"There you are Weiss," the voice of Jacques Schnee, Weiss' father comes through the channel, "I've been worried sick about you!"

•"Hello, father." Weiss says in fake nice tone. "I'm sorry if I made you worry about me, I've been so busy with my studies and-"

•"Cut the crap Weiss!" Jacques voice turns crass and cold. "You haven't been returning my calls, you've been ignoring my messages, you spend my money on clothes, and now your at Vale's CCT and your first thought isn't to call me!?"

•Weiss voice drops to an uncharacteristically submissive tone, "I really am sorry I-" "NO YOU ARE NOT!!!" "Father, I'm in public!" "I DON'T CARE!!! If this is how you act when I stop watching over you, then maybe you shouldn't be a huntress at all!!!" "...that's not fair." "Not fair??? What's not fair is that you have adoring fans worldwide that are wondering why their favorite idol is on hiatus? Oh yeah, she's in Vale playing huntress and putting on pounds!! Are you even watching what your eating?!"

•That lost comment increases the intensity of the whispering around Weiss and Neptune.

•"Weiss, who is gripping your shoulder???" Jacques commands his daughter tell him. Before she can respond, Neptune kneels down and faces Jacques directly.

•"Neptune Vasilias, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Schnee." Neptune says in his charming voice. Jacques eyes go wide as he looks at him, "Weiss, you finnaly found a man! And he's rich!?! Foolish girl, why didn't you tell me sooner??? Oh, this news could get your mother to stop drinking!" Jacques then lets out a bellowing laugh at his own joke.

•"Wait I-", Weiss elbows Neptune to stop talking and eyes at him to play along. "Father, the real reason why I haven't been in contact was because I wanted to surpise you with my fiance Neptune here. I know you always worry me about having children soon, so... here he is!" Weiss says with an even faker smile. "Weiss, you know I don't like surpises! Ugh, they don't call you the smart Schnee for a reason, but at least young Vasilias here can more than make up for it aye my boy hahaha!"

•"Anyway, father, my you give me the files requested on my scroll?" "What do you want with those files." Jacques doesn't ask, but commands Weiss tell him. "Weiss and I are doing a joint school project on crime reports in the area, sir. I'm sorry we ask so much of you, but may we please have them?" Neptune saves Weiss again.

•"Hmm, normally I would say no... but not even I can say no to my future son in law! Here you go my boy!!" Jacques transfers the files, and Weiss + Neptune both breath a sigh of relief.

•"Oh, and Weiss," Jacques turns his attention back to his daughter, "do call again soon. You know how much I love you." Jacques then ends the feed right there.

•Weiss and Neptune march back to the elevator, and inside Weiss hugs tightly Neptune... before kissing him on the lips.

•Neptune is surpised at first, but reluctantly gives in.

•As they break away, Weiss takes a step back from Neptune, the two of them both have dour expressions on their faces.

•"Did... did you like it?" Weiss asks Neptune in a sad voice. Neptune takes a breath, and tells her "I did if you did."

•"I... didn't. Light, what's wrong with me? You're the perfect boyfriend and I'm just, I just..." ""... you're not the only one that has that problem." Weiss looks back up at Neptune, surpised. ""Every girl at my school loves me, but I just can't love them." as Weiss hears those words, she comes to a realization about him, and herself.

•"We might not be partners, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends." Weiss then hugs Neptune again before thanking him.

•Cut back to Ruby and Penny, the scenes where they talk, learn about Ironwood's robot army, get chased by Atlas guards, Penny stops a truck, then Penny reveals to Ruby that she is a robot, ending the first part.

•Part two begins exactly the same as vanilla Rwby: Penny explains she is the first ever gynoid to have an aura, Ruby tells Penny that she is real girl because she has a real soul (Ruby can see her soul using the third eye technique), Penny acidentally lets drop that the world is in danger and she was built to save it, etc.

•Cut to Yang and Sage, who have just arrived at Juniors club. The duo were talking about their relationship with the rest of their teammates off screen.

•"...and it's like, sometimes they treat me like I'm their mom! But I don't even know my mom!!!" Yang admits to Sage as tears streak down her face. "That's rough buddy." "This is the worst field trip ever!" (It's a joke).

•Yang's grand entrance to Junior's club is the exact same as vanilla rwby.

•Cut to Blake and Sun, who have just arrived at a public White Fang rally as it ended. Sun thinks they are two late, but Blake tells him that the public rally is just for show. The real White Fang rally would be in secret location after dark. Blake then realizes that a number of the Faunus that attended the rally are walking in the exact opposite direction as everyone else. Blake and Sun follow them to a building that has three claw marks scratched onto the door.

•"This is it." "You sure?" Blake glares at him and starts moving towards the entrance while unfastening her bow. "Y'know, I'm just gonna take your word for it."

•Inside, Blake and Sun are given Grimm masks and told to head down the right hall.

•"I don't get it. If you believe what you're doing is right, why hide who you are?" Sun asks Blake as they walk down the hall.

•"The masks are a symbol. Humanity called us grimmspawn, so we chose to don the faces of Grimm."

•"Grimm masks... that's kind of dark."

•"So was the guy who started it" Blake puts on the mask and walks down the hall.

•"Always sunshine and rainbows with you..." Sun puts on his mask and follows her lead.

•Inside the recruitment meeting room, a snake grimm masked man with tattoos is standing on a stage before the audiance.

•When Blake spots him, she whispers to herself "Nyeusi Mamba..." (that's his name).

•"Thank you all for coming. Sadly, Father Corsac could not join us tonight to welcome our awoken brothers and sisters..." As Nyeusi talks, Blake moves closer to the stage and Sun follows her.

•"...so allow me to introduce a very special instrument of ours! I can assure you, he is the key to obtaining what we have fought for for so long!"

•Roman Torchwick then walks onto the stage, with a short woman with heterochromia trailing behind him. "Thank you, thank you! Please, hold your applause!"

•A Deer Faunus standing behind Blake point's and yells "What's a human doing here?!"

•"I'm glad you asked, Dee- er, Miss! Now, I'll be the first to admit, humans... are the worst." Roman salutes as an example. "Case in point. So, I understand why you would like to see us all locked away, or, better yet, killed!"

•Sun leans over to Blake. "So, is he going somewhere with this?"

•"But, before the claws come out, I'd like to mention the fact that you and I all have a common enemy: the ones in control, the people pulling the strings, the dirty, rotten humans that run our kingdoms!" The crowd changes their tune and starts agreeing with him. "Councils, Atlesians, even the Academies: they're all to blame for your lot in life!" A few members of the crowd begin to cheer. "And they're all pests that need to be dealt with! Fortunately, I'm the best exterminator around!" (A mouse faunus makes a loud "Hey!" directed at Roman) "No offense to any rodents in the room."

•Roman then snaps his fingers, and the short woman behind him unveils their secret weapon: the Atlesian Paladin-290.

•Sun and Blake stare up at the mech. "Whoa, that's a big robot..." "How did he get that?"

•"As some of you may have heard, this right here," Roman taps the giant mech, "is Atlas' newest defense against all the scary things in the world. And thanks to my "employer", we've managed to snag a few before they, uh, "hit the shelves". Now, me and my friends have already started our new operation in the southeast. If you'd rather stay within the city, that's fine... But if you're truly ready to fight for what you believe in, this is the arsenal I can provide you. Any questions?" The White Fang's roaring applause tells him the answer.

•"I'm stopping this right now." Blake tells Sun before flipping onto the stage. "Wait what are you-"

•When Blake lands on the stage her Grimm mask falls off her face and lands on the floor, shattering like glass. The entire room of almost one hundred people is speechless.

•"My name is Blake Bête, daughter of Kali and Ghira Bête, founders of the White Fang!" Blake addresses to the crowd. Within seconds, their cheering becomes louder than it was for Roman.

•Blake then points to Roman, "This human 'collaborated' with our kind before, and what did it get them? Thrown into cages like animals, meanwhile he's here free!!" The crowd's cheering turns into screams as they all start turning on Roman and the girl behind him. One Faunus tries to climb onto the stage, but Nyeusi kicks him down while trying to get them to calm down.

•"If princess kitty over here is so mad her brothers are in jail, then why did she throw them in their in the first place!!" Roman yells at the crowd. This shocks them into silence, and Blake's eyes grow wide in response. "As a matter of fact, your long lost princess has been kissing up to Weiss Schnee while masquerading as a human!!!" Roman than motions to the short woman behind him, and she snaps her fingers. Suddenly, a light projection pops up in front of the stage, showing an image of Blake (her bow on) huging Weiss at the docks from last volume. As soon as the light projection goes away, the crowd becomes dead silent.

•"That's not, I-" before Blake can finish, Nyeusi points at her, "So what Adam says is true, you've gone mad!" "Is that what he's been saying about me?!"

•Nyeusi than yells to the crowd, "Brothers and sisters, capture the beautiful beast! She's been bewitched by the humans!!!" Multiple Faunus start climbing the stage and Nyeusi starts charging Blake.

•Sun leaps towards Blake, "We gotta get out of here, now!" He then pulls out Burn and Wash Dust crystals from his pockets and throws them both onto the ground. This creates a massive smoke cloud that gives Blake and Sun enough time to escapes the building. However, as soon as they do, the mech poileted by Roman crashes through the walls of the building and starts chasing them.

•ROBOT CHASE SEQUENCE!!! ROBOT CHASE SEQUNCE!!! ROBOT CHASE SEQUENCE!!!!!!!!! (Is it cheating if I tell you to imagine team SSSN are there only to all get knocked away?)

•RWBY VS Roman Torch:WICK!!!!!!!

•BUMBELBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

•NEOPOLITAN INTRODUCTION!!!

•Team SSSN eating noodles.

•The end.

#rwde #rwby fix it fic #rwby rewrite #rwby au #tfw you write your platonic ship better than your romantic one.#it will take years for me to write North Pole as well as I did Iceberg in these cliff notes #I doomed my self #rwby iceberg #also still making Blake the coolest and most interesting RWBY girl #rt dropped the ball with her into a black hole

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maeido · 9 months

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Deirdre is absolutely thrilled when she learns her husband's new best friend has a wife of his own. They had never had friends like this together before the way she and Lord Sigurd did. Of course, she never minded that their time together was shared with just the two of them or with their children--how could she! She loves him!--but she had not realized just how much she misses the company of a group.

The thought does not occur to her that Felicia might not want this.

"Professor Felicia!" She bursts through the other woman's office door the moment she learns she has returned from her trip. "I understand that our husbands are friends and, well..." Deirdre reaches for Felicia's hands, quite surprised that they are much colder than her own. She is unused to being the one with the warmer hands when she reaches for someone. "We simply must become dear friends too!"

surprised & frazzled, she knocks over a pile of papers , followed by a few tomes wind up all over the floor. her heart pounds in her ears from the sudden outburst of her door swinging wide open, it rebounds slightly off the wall only brushing past her newfound guest's wispy locks. the woman quickly approached her with no real time to react as the only thing she manages is a look of relief as her hands managing to catch the bottle of ink that nearly fell on the floor, maybe that was a sign that this day was luckier today than usual.

“ eek! w-w-wh-hat the— oh...! i mean, i-i, um , hi there... is there something i can help you wit— ! ” a squeak is squeezed out of her lungs. the woman who seemed as soft as wool snatched up her hands, feeling the warmth of her skin jolt slightly against her gelid ones. her shy smile curve on her lips as felicia grows flustered ; not used to being touched so casually like this, it was rather embarrassing — she couldn't help it — as spring blooms in hues of fresh rosebuds on her pale flesh. she was consistent : the woman before her held a gaze filled with affection, stretching to the ends of her hair, curled soft like silk against her shoulders. her words hardly connected to felicia's ears but when they did it stunned her for a moment.

hold it. jakob made a friend? no, no, no. she doesn't think he'd be able to befriend someone as sweet as her... to be fair and with all due respect and love felicia holds for her husband... but jakob was a tad insufferable towards anyone who approached him regardless of status and carried a different kind of appeal and was the very opposite of her charm. regardless, she loves him, thorns & all, but even he says companionship isn't curated to his tastes, surely this is all mistake. after all, hardly any of the faculty and knights and much less the students knew that felicia is even married. “ i-i... um, my husband...? a-and your husban— wha- wait are friends wha- what... do... um, are you... are you... sur-sure you got the right person, pr-professor d-deirdre... ? ”

felicia pauses shortly after the name fell off her tongue. deirdre . ok so, not to fall under the stereotypes but felicia knew about her quite a bit but uh... not directly, that is. she'll admit it, she's a maid... but she isn't fond of rumors or gossip. it's typically crude in nature even for her and she tends to avoid it overall. yet, there are some situations that are harder to ignore than others, especially when her dear students don't shut up about deidre's husband, arvis being probably the strictest teacher next to her own... husband.... a silent gasp then left agape. oh my. okay. that... makes sense but more importantly...

“ wait... waitwaitwait , so you're saying that jakob. professor jakob. m-m-made.... a fr-fr-friend?!?! ohmygod, i-i'm— i'm so sorry. i'm... ” the words choke on staccato as beryl hues blur it's visions against the struggle of the ebb and flow her tears, lashes making a mess of them with every blink she took. to put it nicely she was a bit of a mess, but that was felicia. she gently pull away from deidre's hold for a moment as she uses her sleeve to wipe away her tears, then hovering her mouth. a smile tickles her lips as tears spill over her hand. “ i'm ju-just... hck! — so h-happy i worried so much about him ! and o-of course, deirdre! i would love to be your friend, i'll protect you and our friendship for as long as i live. ” the maid beams, laughter weaves between the hitches of her teary sobs as she returns her hands into the other's and pulls her in closer to a near-hug. “ thank the —hck! h-heavens, ahaha...! i'm going to have to tell flora about this later, hehe ! ”

#im not bullying jakob i promise #aNYWAY THE GORLLSS #✧₊ 。❄ ━━━ ⁺∗ ❛⠀ 、 ic. ‧₊❄#✧₊ 。❄ ━━━ ⁺∗ ❛⠀ 、 inbox. ‧₊❄#✧₊ 。❄ ━━━ ⁺∗ ❛⠀ 、 sp ; deirdre. ‧₊❄

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Yuuki [Three Sentinel Fortification, Fall Thanksgiving Fair] Part 2

Previously: Part 1

Yuuki: Uhh, let’s see...the table that ordered the ginger fried pork was next…

Yuuki: …After the table that ordered the karaage?

Yuuki: Oh, are you ready to order? I’ll be right with you!

Yuuki: Oh, you want your bill? Coming right away!

Yuuki: Wait, no, the order! No, but the bill….aahhh! I wish I could clone myself!!!

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Yuuki: Oof…so busy…I can finally catch my breath.

Yuuki: I swear we’re even busier than last year. The old man’s just thrilled we’re making more money, though.

Yuuki: I forgot how cool the shopping district is at this time of year. They go all out with the decor every October, and this year’s no exception.

Yuuki: And I bet the others are having fun with that Halloween party right about now…Oh how I wish I could taste a tray of that big funtastic meat…

Yuuki: …Oh, asking for me? Coming! Sigh…life is hard when you're this popular…

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Yuuki: Huh…? What are you guys doing here?

Yuzuha: There you are, Yuuki! We came to play!

Chisa: That’s not it.

Airi: Um…it sounded like you would be super duper busy, so we thought we’d see if we could maybe help out.

Chisa: It’ll be easier if you have more hands on deck, right?

Yuzuha: Just tell me what you need me to do! La serveuse? La cuisine?

Yuuki: I can’t believe it! You guys…you’re lifesavers!

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Airi: That’s a lot of food…can you really carry this much out in one trip?

Yuuki: Of course I can!

Yuuki: It’s all part of the show, you know? Just picture me taking this plate, balancing it on my arm like so, and bringing everything out at once, to thunderous applause from the crowd…

Yuuki: Well, not that I’ve ever managed to pull that off.

Airi: W-wow…okay, I’ll give it a try…

Yuuki: Go for it!

Airi: Okay…here goes…ah! Aaaaah!

Chisa: Hey! Are you okay?!

Airi: T-that was close…I almost fell over…

Yuuki: But the food’s all safe, so there’s nothing to worry about!

Chisa: Uh, yes there isl Geez…this is no time to be horsing around.

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Yuzuha: Okay, I have Table 3’s order. I’ll read it out, here it is:

Yuzuha: One order of tempura karaage curry.

Airi: Tempura karaage curry…that sounds super intense…

Chisa: I’m getting heartburn just picturing it…

Yuuki: Uhhh…did we have that kind of dish on the menu?

Airi: Wha?

Chisa: …What do you mean?

Airi: Do you think…she mixed up the order?

Yuzuha: Oh, and they also ordered 7 hamburger steak meals!

Chisa: Now that’s definitely not right! Table 3? There's only two people!

Yuzuha: Huh?

Airi: It’s like she’s in her own little world…

Yuuki: Tempura karaage curry…that sounds good, now that I think about it…

Chisa: …Seriously?

Yuuki: One sec, I’m gonna go ask the kitchen if they can try whipping one up!

Airi: Is this how a new dish is born…?

Yuuki: Thanks, Yuzuha!

Yuzuha: My pleasure.

Chisa: What just happened…?

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Chisa: Welcome, dear guests. Have you decided on your order for today?

Yuuki: Wow…she makes it look easy!

Airi: Chisa-chan has that part-time job at a maid café, right?

Chisa: I’m no maid, I’ll have you know! I’m a princess!

Yuzuha: She is? Did you guys know about this?

Yuuki: Look at that perfect customer service smile…that speed of taking orders…

Chisa: The house recommends this dish here…if you order this one, you can get it with this as a set for a lower price.

Yuuki: …She’s like a real pro.

Airi: Oh, she’s back.

Chisa: …Some of the customers even ordered stuff for me.

Chisa: They said it’s to show their appreciation for my good service. The customers here are so generous.

Yuuki: Let’s see? …Oh wow. Can you even eat all this?

Yuuki: It’s definitely gonna take a while to make.

Yuzuha: Chisa, why are you making them do more work?

Chisa: You’re the last person I want to hear that from! Ugh…

Chisa: Hey, Yuuki…are we really helping here?

Yuuki: Sure you are! Don’t worry about it. My old man’s super happy to have people here to help. And of course, I’m having loads of fun too!

Chisa: Yeah? Well, as long as you’re okay with it.

To be continued...in Part 3

#CUE #Yuuki Tendo #Yuzuha Kujo #Chisa Akagawa #Airi Eniwa #Bird #Tendo Yuuki #Kujo Yuzuha #Akagawa Chisa #Eniwa Airi #QC by Budder #QC by Shiku

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌! sano siblings

title is self-explanatory. y'all read smut together and what their reaction will be.

♱ ft. shinichiro, izana, mikey, emma

♱ c/w. MATURE. all characters are aged up 18+. f! reader, shinichiro; cnc, cunnilingus // izana; mutual masturbation, humping // mikey; unprotected sex, creampie // emma; scissoring, noncon filming

♱ a/n. am I planning to do this for other characters as well? YUP. my requests are close but I'll make an exception for this one— hmu and lmk who you wanna see next. right now, I'm thinking Kazu, Draken, Chifuyu, and Baji. other fandoms are welcome too! I have a jjk version in my drafts as well <3

𓆩♡𓆪 SHINICHIRO

It was difficult to keep a straight face while reading the obscene content your favorite author had just posted. Normally, you wouldn't have to conceal your reactions as you grew on being used to reading the material even though when you're not in private. But this particular chapter was spicier and filthier than the previous ones. You were already struggling to squint your eyes and read through the dark screen which brightness you've decreased earlier, cautious about your boyfriend seeing a glance of what you have been reading.

It wasn't like he'd be offended if he finds out you're reading sexual material instead of going to him, but you genuinely didn't know how he will react about it. “Babe, may I borrow your phone? Mine's dead and I need to call grandpa. Let them know I'm having dinner with you.” Your biggest fear at the moment seemed to have manifested when Shinichiro asks you. You yelp, immediately closing the app then turning the brightness back up before lending your phone to him.

You threw him multiple side glances as you waited for the call to end, in order to take your phone back. “Alright, tell them I said goodnight.” He bids the old man good bye before tapping on the red button. But for some unfortunate reason, he accidentally taps on the app after pressing "home", seeing a preview of what you have been busy reading for the past hour.

“Oh, I'm not— I wasn't supposed to see that, I'm sorry.” He rambled, handing the phone back to you. “See wha–” when you look back down at the screen, it was currently displaying the dirty scene you have been reading. “Oh, I'm... sorry—”

“No, no, if you like reading those kind of stuff, then it's fine, I—” He rambled on once more. Your eyes widen, Shinichiro was probably assuming you were exclusively reading the sexual content. “Oh, no! This is some sort of Romantic novel, wanna see?” You explained, immediately heading to the series' synopsis page. “No, it's fine, I believe — wow.” You showed him the story's plot, and he may have seem interested in it.

So instead of sticking to your original plan of going out to dinner, you stayed at your place, letting him catch up with the story's previous chapters while you also ordered food in. Until he'd finally caught up, and you were now reading together the part you have left off.

“These are so well-written, [Y/N].” He approves, genuinely devoted to the story. These may only be just graphic descriptions of a mature scene, but hell it was way better than the ones he'd watch or look at when he was younger. Cuddled up under the sheets, you chuckle, taking one of his hands to press a kiss over his knuckles. "What do you think, maybe we can... try this?" You suggest, pertaining at the current scene where the man was pleasuring his half-asleep lady.

“Well, if it's okay for you, and you want to, then let's do it.” He smiles, pressing a kiss on your cheek before putting your phone away with a yawn. “Thanks for introducing me to this, good night, love.”

He may have been nauseatingly sweet that night, but the next morning, as soon as his eyes wake, he thought of your suggestion last night, his dick bricking up in an instant from the thought as he admired your sleeping frame. So he didn't waste time in crawling under the sheets, ridding you of the panties under your nightgown.

He was met with the sight if your glossy pussy lips matching his aroused cock. With a smile and warm blush, he peppers soft kisses over your hips and lower belly, thumb tracing soft circles on your thighs to gently wake you.

“Mhmm” When he reached down, his lips immediately latched to your folds, now making out with your wet lips. You started to shuffle in your sleep, feeling particularly aroused when your lids wake. When you look down, Shinichiro had been lapping up your wet folds, lewd slurping sounds and his tongue easily slid through. You were only just dreaming of this.

“Hngg— gah— good morning, babe.” You manage to speak out, cradling his pretty face in your palms. He smiles, eyes curling in crescent lines as response before proceeding to suck on your clit then thrust his tongue inside your warm hole.

and that was just one of the many things you wanted to try with him that had finally been checked off, thanks to internet smut.

𓆩♡𓆪 IZANA

For today, you and Izana decided to stay home due to the long day you just had and neither of you were really in the mood to go out. So here you are on the comfort of your bed, Izana had his back rested on the headboard; hands busy fiddling with the game controller while your legs laid comfortably on his lap.

It seems as if the two of you were on your own worlds with you busy reading an explicit story on your phone. You can't help but smile from reading the graphics depictions of amorous exchange between the characters, switching from interacting with the post then leaving comments about the work. Now, from Izana's point of view, it seems that you were happily texting with someone. Way too happy.

So when he took the controller down after a round, he wanted to check on his girl, only to see her smiling foolishly on her phone like a teenager in love. “Who're you talking to?” He questions. You mentally cursed, now aware that he was finished with his game. “Who?” He asks once more when you only remained silent in response.

“It's no one, Izana. I'm just reading a really good story, that's all.” You truthfully answered, not wanting him to assume that you were talking to someone else. So you showed him the screen you were on. Of course, Izana knows that he's the only guy who can have you smiling like that. But what were you reading that was so good?

“Good read?” He asks, switching his game off before applying gentle squeezes on your leg as a massage. “Yeah, it's a romance story.” You simply answered, not wanting to bore him with it's details. But Izana was particularly feeling generous at the moment, wanting to spoil his pretty girlfriend who was busy reading someone else's fictional romantic life on her phone.

“May I see?” With his strong arms, you were lifted off your current position to lay you on his chest, with your phone now on Izana's right hand. He read one line out, naughty words slipping easily through his tongue. “Oh,” He chuckled softly, looking down at you. “Are you reading porn?” He asks. “Well if you put it like that—”

He only huffed in response, relaxing his hand over his abdomen as he joined reading with you. “Oh fuck,” He doesn't seem like a guy who would get into written sexual material, and he didn't expect him to be so intrigued by it either; but the tall tent he just pitched proved him wrong. Izana's hand never stopped roaming your ass ever since you settled into your current position either, his digits only trailing further into your intimate area.

So you took the matter with your own hands, granting his neediness by slipping a hand under his boxers then taking his hard-on in a fist. “Hmmph” He hummed in pleasure, eyes still fixed on the descriptions of the steamy exchange on your phone. It's as if he was living the character's place with your hand wrapped around his long cock, treating it with slow, sensual strokes.

“Ah—” You didn't realize you were rubbing yourself against his thigh when your clit started to feel sensitive, slick damp against your panties and Izana's tan skin the faster your movements grew. Izana had finally finished reading the scene, shoving your phone under the pillow before tugging hard on your hair— “Fucking yourself into me like a bitch in heat? Dirty girl...” He taunts before having you trapped under his touch, your wrist still steadily stoking his length when he shoves two fingers into your pussy.

“AH— hmmm—” Your yelp of surprise was muffled by his lips locking with yours, drowning any sound that dared slip out of you. His fingers kept curling and pumping, banging against your g-spot before feeling his heaving chest press against yours.

You pressed your thumb over his leaking slit the same time his digits pushed your clit, causing you to pull away from the wet kiss in order to let each other know how amazing that felt.

Now, you didn't regret staying inside with him, but you sure did regret keeping smut a secret from him for quite a while now...

𓆩♡𓆪 MIKEY

He was well-aware of such content existing in the internet, having heard Emma talking to her friends about "fanfiction" about fictional characters from her favorite show; as well as some of his own friends talking about obscene genres of manga— which he have seen for himself, but didn't bother dedicating time to it like they did. So, he figured that there's some sort of steamy narrative content existing out there.

He also knew about your liking on reading. Whether on physical book copies or digital ones, he noted about your interest in the art of writing. Sometimes, he'd even lay on your lap as you read through yet another book. But he had no clue of what type or genres of books you were into. So when he sees you seated on the couch, this time with your nose practically buried on your phone screen, he accompanies you on the soft cushions, making himself comfortable by your side before letting his head fall on your shoulder.

“Hi,” You didn't take your eyes off the screen when you gave him a small kiss on the forehead, then instinctively combing your free hand through his bright, blonde locks. “How many books have you read?” He asks. “I stopped counting,” You truthfully answered. He nods, wasting no time to ask you what he had been thinking of for quite some time. “Is there like, written porn?” He spat, genuinely curious and wanted to make sure. You were taken aback by his out-of-the-blue question, causing you to stop scrolling down.

“Uh, yeah... I'm kinda reading one right now.” You admit. “What, really?!” He jumped from your embrace, before leaning back down towards your phone to inspect what you have been reading. His eyes remained opened from surprise about how detailed and well-written the scene is— fueling his imagination as if he was seeing it with his own eyes. “It's about two ex lovers who met again. She's single, but he's a widowed single father now so they're like, trying to get back together. It's a really long story so I'm glad they're finally hooking up.” You gave your boyfriend some context as he kept himself busy by reading; obviously entertained and intrigued by the writing.

When he started scrolling the screen for his eyes to see more, you smile to yourself, shaking your head slightly before shifting back to your previous position with his head rested on your shoulder. This time, you were going through the part of the story together. Every paragraph described more intensity of the characters' intimate moment, making it hard for you to contain the unsteady breaths you're making because of the spicy scene you were imagining. The presence of Mikey didn't help either, especially when his palm is latched on your thigh, fingertips curling and pressing harder and harder the further you scrolled through the story.

However, it cuts right on a particularly hot moment, but they were yet to finish. You scroll further down only to realize that the story had ended and the next chapter doesn't come out until the next week, so you toss your phone off in slight frustration and anticipation for the next scenes.

But when you turn back to Mikey, his lips met yours in a hurry for a needy, messy kiss which you returned instantly. He wasted no time in pushing you down the couch, desperate to relief the aching rush down his pelvis. He just read an erotic material with his girlfriend, of course, it was an arousing moment. He couldn't stop picturing the two of you in place of the characters— his lips claiming every inch of your hips and waist, fingers nudging against your sensitive clit while you cried pleasure of praises for him.

So then he did that, remembering every word of every movement describing their intimate actions, then doing the same for you. It didn't take more of his hot, wet kisses on your hips before he had your legs over his shoulders, rolling his bare hips against yours in slow, deep strokes. You never had the chance to be this gentle with Mikey ever since your first time, so it was a nostalgic, pleasing, and sweet moment for the both of you.

Til he remembers the last thing the guy did before the story was oh-so-teasingly cut, deciding to try it for himself. “L-lift yourself from the seat, h—ah—honey.” He babbled and you oblige, watching him take one of the pillows to lay under your lower back. Once you laid back down, the new angle caused his dick to slip and hit deeper inside of you, surely nudging your cervix. Both of you moaned loudly from the feeling, only for him to slam and plunge faster and harder inside of you.

By the end of the day, he had you squirting hard on your couch, with his thick release attempting to spill out from your hole.

...and that was the day when you started inviting Mikey to read particularly filthy stories with you.

𓆩♡𓆪 EMMA

Your chest was pressed against her back, one arm draped over her waist to trace figures on her delicate skin. You were both reading a series you both love and have been following for a while now. In fact, she was the one who introduced you to it, and now both of you are hooked to different stories and oneshots.

“I think they're about to bang, I'm calling it.” You chuckle, after reading one particular line. Emma agrees with a sweet laugh, then proceeding to scroll to the next scene. and both of you were right, now that the characters had each other up against a wall and devouring one another's lips.

It didn't take long for them to discard their clothes as well, and now you noticed the screen slightly shaking from how weak Emma's hand have been. It was easy to tell that your girlfriend was starting to get aroused by the scene. “Want me to hold that for you?” You offered, wrapping your hand around hers before taking the phone in your own palm.

And so you resumed with reading, making sure to plant a soft kiss on her temple. It was now easier to read for the both of you with your steady hand holding up the screen, before you felt Emma's hands take your free arm to wrap around her waist. Your heart eroded into smithereens from her small gesture, and you could only look at her in response. Her beautiful cheeks were covered in a warm blush while she continued to read the text on the phone, and you couldn't get yourself to take your eyes off her flushed face to continue reading.

“You can scroll down, babe.” She asks. However, you couldn't seem to understand what she was saying when she looked so adorable while reading the story. “Babe?” She finally turns her head to yours, only to meet your eyes already lovingly staring at her. You shared an intense stare down for a moment before you slowly leaned forward, hovering your lips over hers before kissing her top lip. She remained still for a moment, letting your lips lock with hers and parting her lips wider with every time you incorporate your tongue.

But just as she let her eyes fall and melt into your touch, you pull away, rolling onto the other side to take her phone down. Emma was left with her eyes opened once more, watching you move over the sheets with only your skimpy top and panties.

And your mental plan worked, leaving her wanting for more when she hovered herself over your frame, dipping down for more kisses. You returned them with the same intense pecks, sighing into the steamy moment before letting your hands roam her arms.

You felt Emma's kisses started to grow needy, so you opened your legs in response for her to situate herself in. You took easily slipped off each other's cute panties through the heated kiss before feeling Emma's pulsating folds slick against yours. “Hah—good girl,” your hands flew over her hips, trying not to get too caught up in the pleasure and needing to be able to concentrate your attention on Emma, letting her set the pace.

You met into the right rhythm soon enough, allowing your clits to bump against each other with the help of your slick folds. Her hips were skillfully rotating against yours, movement growing vigorous with every passing second. “[ Y / N ]...” Your name came out sweetly among her whines, hips rolling faster and desperate for release.

Her phone wasn't far enough and so you decided to open it once more, exiting the app you were just reading on before opening the camera, making sure it was on front view before setting it back down to capture the perfect shot of your pussies, and close enough the pick up the amplified sounds of your wetness rubbing together.

Emma has been talking to you about starting to write soon, maybe she could use this as a reference when she decides to do so...

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers smut #shinichiro x reader #mikey x reader #izana x reader #emma x reader #shinichiro sano #izana kurokawa #manjiro sano #mikey sano #emma sano #shinichiro x reader smut #izana x reader smut #mikey x reader smut #emma x reader smut

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scaramouche-bully · 3 years

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THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #childe smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #childe x reader #genshin impact childe x reader #childe headcanons #childe imagines #genshin impact childe #genshin childe x reader

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yandereloversblog · 2 years

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May I request a Cupid prompt with Bonnie (fnaf 1)? I love your writing btw!!

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖!𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 -> ℂ𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕

Cupid ➤ “You must have cast a spell on me. Hit me with some bow and arrow. Only that can explain what I’ve been feeling for you.”

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>Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's 1

>Character: Bonnie

>Warnings: Yandere, Unhealthy and Toxic mindset, Toxic behaviour.

>Type Of Content: Prompt

>Word Count: 1725

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•The Bonnie's have to be my favorite to write for some reason and thank you! I'm glad my writing is appealing XD

•God this was so rushed- and I didn't deliver. I am so sorry... Might be my shortest fic yet.

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"What is this...?" You couldn't help but to stare at your monitor in shock, the voice of the phone guy becoming background noise as you flipped through the cameras, the sight of the bunny animatronic, or any of the others, looking straight at the camera was pure nightmare fuel "They can come to the office? Well fuck me huh... Why though?" You mumbled in annoyance, looking around, well you had Chica's cupcake so maybe that's why she was coming over. But did you have anything of Bonnie's? You were too tired to think correctly at the moment.

'He activated rather quickly so maybe he's missing his guitar.' You thought to yourself, leaving the monitor on the desk and looked behind you, immediatly huffing once you saw the bunny's guitar 'Not funny Mike.' You were never taking over his shift again. Quickly grabbing his guitar you turned to the left door, planning to peek out the door to see if Bonnie was there only to bump into something. Looking up you finally noticed the bunny through the dark and gulped. Immediatly pointing at his much beloved guitar "H-here you go, sorry Mike borrowed it as a prank..." You tried smiling and then handing it to Bonnie after taking a step away from him "Promise it's not damaged or anything..."

Bonnie was confused, perplexed, you weren't that devil's reincarnat or whoever they were mistaking the other security guard for 'I've seen them around a few times...' Bonnie couldn't help but to just stare, taking in your features and especially felt weird once seeing your attempt at a calm smile, it was cute. He didn't want to harm you...

"It's alright. Even if it is I can just fix it." He spoke without thinking, a choice that nearly made you jump in surprise and stare in shock "Bet ya weren't expectin' that huh." He laughed, taking back his guitar from you with ease because of your frozen state "N-no... That's pretty cool though. I didn't know you had that mechanism." You giggled, although the animatronic's size was scary, his laid back attitude was helping to calm you down.

Your giggle had Bonnie's ears straight up and attentive, trying to listen to as much as he could of the sweet melody 'W-what is wrong with me...' He questioned in his mind while staring at you 'Is it them?' Bonnie found it weird... But it wasn't annoying... It was actually rather pleasant. Looking at your name tag he finally learnt your name "[Y/N]... What a pretty name..." He muttered unconsciously, catching you off guard "U-uh... Thank you?" You chuckled awkwardly, talking with an animatronic was rather hard, especially when he stared at your through the dark with glowing eyes.

Bonnie didn't say anything else and just left, much to your confusion and relief 'Now let's make sure they don't get inside to maul me.' You sighed, muting the phone guy and continuing your job, Bonnie was a little friendly, that probably wouldn't happen with the others.

"Wha' happened lad? Everythin' be alright?" Bonnie barely registered Foxy ask for his wellbeing and instead stared at his guitar "Is it broken?" Freddy asked, frowning, what did Mike do now? "Guys... I think I met an angel. Or cupid." Bonnie mumbled out loud and hugged his guitar, your face printed in his mind. Foxy and Freddy gave each other a look of pure confusion, was the night guard someone else?

You'll probably meet again the next night when you immediatly enter the office "Hey there [Y/N]!" Bonnie grinned, being at the doorframe of your office at startling speed "I thought Foxy was the one who was suppose to run." You chuckled awkwardly, your lack of fear though made Bonnie grin "Well I wanted to see you! Can I come in?" The tilted his head, expression clearly expressing how he didn't want you to be uncomfortable or scared of him "... No, you can't. I need to continue working, sorry Bonnie." You quickly shot the idea down, not wanting to risk it.

"... Alright." Bonnie agreed, a small smile on his face as he looked at you 'Thank God...' You sighed in relief and turned back to the monitor, somehow you weren't getting any of the animatronics come out and seem threatening towards you 'That's good for me right?' You smiled, happily leaning back on the chair.

What continued to confuse you through out the night were Bonnie's constant visits. At some point you actually let him come inside "Oh? You mean why we aren't trying to get inside the office? Well I told the others not to." Bonnie honestly told you once you asked, a grin on his face as one of his ears tilted down, the way he sounded and looked almost made it seem like he wanted to get praised. You stared at him and giggled, reaching up to pet one of the ears that tilted down "Thank you then. You really cut down my workload." His other ear immediatly shot up, even Bonnie himself flinched in shock at the sudden contact "O-Of course [Y/N]..."

The way he was acting, wanting to be spoiled was adorable but you also had more questions for the animatronic, and by his state he seemed like he'd answer any of them "Still, why did you do that?"

"It's because I like you of course!" The sudden claim made you look over at him in shock, only after a few minutes of awkward silence and you stepping away did Bonnie realize what he had said. His ears immediatly lowered down, almost as if he was trying to hide his face from embarrassment "Y-You mean as a friend right...?" You quickly tried clarifying, suddenly getting chills when Bonnie peeked at you from behind his ears.

The way he looked was... Disturbing you, an intense gaze from those pinkish-red eyes that held you in place, you tried staying calm when he got up from his seat and walked towards you, leaving his guitar on the side. He had you trapped, hands on either of the armrest of the chair and stared down at you, taking in your features, although you seemed scared he couldn't help but to feel happy and relaxed at being so close to you, even one of his ears twitched in happiness.

"You must really be cupid huh..." Bonnie mumbled unconsciously and leaned back away from you, speaking with a confused and perplexed tone "W-what...?" You asked, just as confused yet afraid, was he not going to hurt you? Does that mean he liked you more than a friend? HOW???

"I really... REALLY like you. I can actually imagine myself forever being by your side" Bonnie continued with a thoughtful hum to his voice. Grabbing his guitar he looked back at you and grinned "And... I like it." His statement was innocent enough, even somewhat cute if it hadn't been for his next words "Oh I know! If I want to continue feeling like this I'll just have to keep you here with me forever~" The sudden realization, like it was his best idea yet, made the bunny animatronic so happy, even his tail started wiggling a little bit.

"W-what? Hey- Bonnie come on, this isn't funny." You tried not to show your fear but the stuttering words betrayed you, you immediatly tried getting up to escape through one of the doors but you were stopped by Bonnie grabbing your arm tightly "What's not funny is you suddenly assaulting me with these strange feelings... This isn't a joke darling." His tone took a more serious turn, even narrowing his eyes to slightly glare at you, he reached in, grabbing at your jaw with an iron grip and tilted his head innocently, like he wasn't doing anything wrong, his usual playful grin returning.

"Don't worry little cupid~ I'll be sure to treasure these feelings forever if you continue to stay by my side~"

You shuddered at the promise he made, the sickly grin on Bonnie's face made it impossible for you to feel any sort of calmness or peace "... P-please let go. I don't like this." You mumbled truthfully, the situation making you sick to your stomach, especially when Bonnie looked so lost when you said that, like you were speaking another language "Why are you doing this?" You quickly looked at the clock, good, it was nearly 6 am. You just needed to drag this out.

"Well... It't because you must have cast a spell on me. Hit me with some bow and arrow. Only that can explain what I’ve been feeling for you." The reasoning made you stop and stare in shock, was this why you were getting called cupid? "I... I didn't do anything..." You told him, speaking as slowly and surely as you could "Yes. Yes you did." Bonnie chuckled, poking your cheek once you glanced at the clock again and smirked "6 am won't be able to save you from me darling. Nothing will~" He chuckled softly and then picked you up, much to your dismay.

"Gonna need to make sure you don't shoot anyone else other than me right?~"

#yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #yandere bonnie #yandere fnaf 1 #yandere prompts

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no-droids · 4 years

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Kar’taylir

gif credit @sersi

Part Thirteen of the Rough Day Series

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11.8K

Warnings: language, angst and fluff, descriptions of a dead body, no real smut in this one but there is some nudity and touching, uhhh i think thats it tbh

A/N: Omg hi hi hello this was written in a week and a half so please be gentle, also I’m back on my linguistics bullshit and I can absolutely guarantee a vast majority of it is inaccurate

***

Everybody is asleep and you’re just a complete mess.

Truly. And it fucking sucks, because this should be enjoyable. This is home. You’re in hyperspace, the hull is pitch black, the baby is asleep, and Din’s breathing is slow and quiet through the darkness. Your cheek presses to his chest as it rises and falls hypnotically, you’re comfortable and safe and this would normally be a dream. But your eyes are wide open right now and you are just going through it. Spiraling in the midst of the most stable surroundings you could possibly conceive.

You suppose that this is partially your fault. You don’t know why literally any part of you expected Din would explain himself without prompting from you, but you still couldn’t work up nearly the nerve necessary to ask. Every potential question you came up with contradicted your intent, every way you tried to mentally phrase it gave off the wrong impression. How do you ask somebody if they were being serious about something without revealing anything about your own intentions? You can’t—that’s a downside of staying silent.

Din hasn’t said a single word since he urged you to leave the shooting range earlier, and he didn’t really seem like the quiet didn’t suit him, if that makes sense. Yours was awkward, it fit you wrong. You struggled for words while he easily ignored their existence altogether, able to navigate the Crest into hyperspace and exist comfortably around you without ever addressing the giant bantha in the room. Maybe that’s part of the reason you floundered so hard—he didn’t avoid you, he held the kid while you took a shower in the small fresher, and even though he was quieter around you than he’d been in awhile, he gave no indication that anything was wrong at all.

You spent that time getting clean but also formulating some sort of plan. As you bathed in actual water for the first time in a week and scrubbed your body clean, you tried to figure out at least why you were having so much trouble coming up with something to say, but even then, words evaded you. You spent the entire time staring blankly at the metal wall, at a complete fucking loss.

When you came out of the fresher with wet hair and comfortable clothing to sleep in, Din was armorless and resting in your makeshift bed on the floor, the baby tucked soundly in his crib next to him. You turned off the lights and carefully found your way under the blankets next to him in the pitch blackness, feeling him lazily reach around you and pull you to rest against his chest. His fingers gently drew circles along your arm for maybe the first few minutes while you worked up the nerve to speak. You needed to say something, this was your chance—

But then his hand soon fell to rest in one place on your shoulder and he passed out. Helmet on, not even a few minutes of your quiet breathing next to him.

So now, you’re here, just… a little ball of stress in the middle of paradise. Hours have passed, you need sleep after such a physically exhausting week but it’s like you haven’t even processed the fucking proposition he presented to you yet. You’re having trouble even thinking the words, that’s how much he’s got you fucked up.

He said… hit the target and I’ll ma…. hit the target and I’ll marrrrr…

Fuck. You stay on that loop for ages until your eyes begin to grow heavy, until you just settle on thinking about it with them closed. Slow breaths from Din under one ear, the silence of hyperspace all around you—how are you supposed to contemplate when his body is so warm? No, you can ask tomorrow, you’ll ask him tomorrow.

Eventually, you’re able to drift off into a troubled slumber, dreaming of bells made of beskar that deafen anyone who rings them.

***

You wake up what feels like two minutes later.

It’s not, but you don’t know that. You’re so warm and the second your eyes open, they start stinging and burning and tearing up like your body just wants to cry for even being awake right now. You finally got to sleep—you moan pitifully and start to turn your head further into the warm blankets, but then a gloved hand smooths your hair back and a voice whispers quiet through the darkness.

“I have to go.”

And oh, his touch is just the gentlest thing, but what he says makes your already fragile mental state want to shatter. The first words he gives you in hours and they’re the ones you loathe to hear the most.

“W-Wha? No,” you whimper and automatically reach for him, your throat starting to close up. Maker, you’re so tired, you’re so tired, you feel so fucking emotional and vulnerable right now and you’re not even awake enough to realize it. “Why?”

Din just catches your hands and brings both of them together in front of him, slowly pressing your knuckles to the cold beskar on the face of his helmet.

“I meet with Karga in three days,” he murmurs back, voice pillow-soft and barely loud enough to come through the steel under your fingers. It’s gentle and lulling and it makes you want to sleep again, but you can’t and you feel like you could burst into tears for that reason alone. “He gave me four pucks, I need four bodies.”

You can’t argue with it, the logic is perfectly sound. But you still want to, and everything inside you revolts at the thought of allowing him leave like this without fighting for more. Which means you have absolutely nothing reasonable or compelling to say to appeal to him; all you’re left with the glaring truth.

“But I don’t want you to leave,” you whisper, tightening your fingers.

And, perhaps if you were even half-conscious, you’d wince. You’d cringe at the shake in your voice, you’d remind yourself that he has to make a living, he’s said it over and over again. If you were completely awake, you’d scold yourself for being such a needy mess, but right now, all you can think about is how much you want him to stay, just this once.

After a moment, you feel the gloves carefully collect both of your hands into just one of his, and then he slowly reaches out with his free hand to cradle your jaw.

“I won’t be gone long,” Din murmurs. “I can’t be.”

Your head turns slowly in his palm, and you’re just so, so sleepy. Your voice is small and your words slur. “Stay with me.”

Quiet, and though you can’t see him, the leather continues to press so warm to your cheek. Your eyes slowly drift shut, needing him to stay exactly like this, stay right here just like this. Karga can wait, the quarry can wait, the galaxy can wait—everything else can wait when things are like this, when he’s looking down at you breathing slow into his palm.

You’re almost asleep again when you hear him say something.

But… you have no idea what he says. You hear it. You hear his voice come through the pitch black, quiet enough to sit just on top of the silence and let the mysterious words simply become a part of it, but it’s strange. Like his cadence lilts in a different way, the vowels are longer than what you’re used to, and your comprehension abruptly falters like it would if he was speaking another language altogether.

Maybe it’s just because it’s the first thing to pull you back from the edges of sleep, that has to be right. It doesn’t sound like Basic because your mind is stupid and slow right now. You need to ask him to repeat himself, but all that you can muster is the soft sound of confusion, not even able to open your eyes anymore.

His hands pull away from you and once again, you suddenly can’t decide between sleep and crying, quickly lifting and trying to reach out for him in the darkness. You can’t feel anything, it’s like he’s completely disappeared from where you assumed he’d be, except then something tiny is placed into your hands instead and it makes an unhappy little sound at being disturbed. You automatically hold the baby close to your chest and strong hands touch your shoulders, urging you to lay back down again.

“Leave the engine running, you’ll freeze if you don’t,” he mutters, quickly tucking the blankets up under your body while you close your eyes and feel the tears wet your lashes. Fuck, you’re so exhausted, you just need to sleep. “If I’m not back in sixteen hours, I’ll use my e-comm and you’ll have to fly out to me.”

He steps away from you, walks quickly and with purpose to the side of the hull, and a blast of frigid air fills the room before the door is slammed shut behind him.

***

Your head hurts.

Sparks and wires give your fingers mean, zapping reminders to pay attention every time your focus slips, but you still feel like you’re in a daze.

“Come on,” you drone, trying to use your voice to snap yourself back into the present, but the sound of it isn’t even interesting enough to pull you away. “Come on.”

Maker, you’re going fucking crazy. Is this just all an elaborate scheme to make you experience the same kind of insanity he told you he struggles with in your absence? Because you don’t like this—you hate feeling like this, you can’t concentrate on anything and even if he hadn’t instructed you to do so, you’d likely still be counting the hours of his absence.

Fourteen have passed so far, not the sixteen you’re waiting for but getting close. It’s one thing you’ve been able to accomplish. Counting. You can still count right now, so at least there’s that.

Oh, and another hoop you’ve jumped through. Understanding words. You can listen and repeat, even if you still can’t fully comprehend, but you’re getting there.

Din said… hit the target and I’ll marry you.

He said that. Yep. You’ve accepted it, you’ve accepted the words that were said. Indeed.

Okay, but now… like…

What did he mean by that? Why did he say that?

No matter how much you tell yourself he was just messing around—no matter how many times you offer up that perfectly logical answer to the burning question you’ve been sitting on, you still aren’t satisfied with it. Something keeps tugging your mind back to it, a tether constantly pulling you away from the work that’s designed to be your distraction.

You frown down at the box of machinery. Whelp, if he was serious, he’d probably immediately take the offer back after witnessing your behavior this morning. You embarrassed yourself terribly, you acted like a clingy baby in the looming shadow of unconsciousness and what’s worse, you can’t even remember what he said after you begged him to stay. It could’ve been a quiet, “Stars, pull yourself together,” for all you know.

And honestly, just… fuck these electronics. You’re at the point where you’d probably cheer on whatever brutal impact damaged them so atrociously if you weren’t also well aware that this box was very likely attached to Din’s chest when it was crushed. The magnetics are a complete mess, and you’re mostly just attempting to see how the individual components of each piece are supposed to communicate. Turning the switch on doesn’t do much at all besides make the capacitors put out heat. Not enough to shut it down or be a hazard to the housing when you close it, but enough to know that it’s going to present a problem for you at some point.

What’s more, you’re so lost in your own thoughts and busywork that you don’t see two green ears poking out over the top of the pile of armor on your temporary workstation (literally just the floor) until one of the thigh braces comes clattering down and the whole thing collapses with a ruckus.

You suddenly shove the metal box away from you in frustration and you reach for the little troublemaker with a sigh, scooping him up and getting to your feet.

“This isn’t going to work,” you grunt to him, hearing your words better for some reason when you direct them at the baby instead of talking to yourself, and his eh? allows the thoughts to come clearer and easier. No, you can’t be distracted when your distraction is just another part of your status quo, you can’t use fixing mechanics to occupy yourself because it’s what you’ve done to occupy yourself your entire life, it’s worn off at this point. You need something newer. Something that takes your entire focus to do.

Eventually, your eyes drift over to the one metal panel on the wall that you’ve rarely ever opened. One that takes up a comparatively enormous amount of space in the hull considering what you know it holds. You eye the kid in your arm, who suddenly has sneaky painted all over his expression. “You thinking what I’m thinking, demon?”

He squeaks his affirmative and you move over to the armory, pressing a few buttons before the doors slide open by themselves. Because of course Mando invested in hydraulics for the gun closet but not for the hidden cot he used to sleep on, of course.

“Maker above,” you groan as the metal slides open, needing to lift your chin to eye the enormous collection. How many fucking…? All this for just one person? What does that big one in the middle do that the others stacked strategically around it don’t? They all kill whatever you point and shoot at, you’re assuming? Are you missing something?

The baby makes a tiny sound of awe as you carefully look over your choices, not expecting nearly this many to be offered, before settling on one that looks the simplest. A sleek silver one that’s still too big for your hand but smaller than anything else on the rack.

Grabby fingers reach out for the shiny metal as soon as you remove it from the shelf and you very purposefully set it down out of his pitiful wingspan. “Nope. Now come on, gotta bundle up.”

You make your way back over to the bed and pull one of the thickest blankets up, settling it over the open shield and then situating your partner in crime in his usual spot inside. You strategically stuff and stack the fabric around him to make sure he’ll be warm enough in what you know has to be far below freezing temperatures, lifting it up over his ears and wrapping it around his neck in a loose hood. He blinks up at you with gigantic eyes and an open mouth, clearly thrilled about your willingness to go on an adventure with him this time instead of being the tall nuisance that consistently holds him back from one, and you scoff down at him as you partially close the lid on his levitating nest of blankets for extra protection. He should be warm enough, you’re not going to be outside long.

And then you pull out nearly half the amount of clothes you own and suit up in what feels like ten layers before grabbing the blaster. The swirling wind nearly shoves the heavy hull door into you as soon as you open it and—Maker.

You look back at the kid behind you for a second, wondering if it’s too late to change your mind. His expression narrows and he makes a triumphant ha! while pointing three fingers at the grey blizzard through the small open space in his crib. Try as you might, you can’t ignore a call to arms when delivered with such ferocity.

Both of you step outside and take in the view after you wrestle with the door to haul it shut. You don’t know the name of this planet but from what you can see, it’s one giant ice ball, mountainous and cold as fuck. Though, to be honest, your only indication that it’s truly cold as fuck is the continuously accumulating snow blanketing the landscape and the flurries dancing in the whipping wind. You’re too warm-blooded for climates like these—anything below room temperature and you’re freezing, you have absolutely no tolerance for cold whatsoever.

Keeping that in mind, you don’t travel far at all. Just a few steps beyond the entrance to your shelter before eyeing what appears to be a large white boulder in the distance. There’s a solid target, you figure—you’ll be able to see chunks splintering off when you hit it and the ice isn’t strong enough to bounce plasma back, you won’t have any ricochets.

Okay. Okay—safety, where’s the safety on this one? Ah, yes, okay—safety, off. Stance, find your stance. There it is. Alright, now lift. Lift, get that stupid frozen ball right in your sights, line it up. Hold. Hold. Hold.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale—

Fire.

You watch with bated breath as the bright red bolt launches from the end of the barrel and travels across the distance before melting a hole in the snow just to the right of your target.

“Mother fucker!” You yell into the frigid landscape without warning, suddenly infuriated. What’s the point of even having a sight if every gun is just gonna say fuck you no matter what? Could there be some sort of mathematical reason why you seem to be fucking atrocious at this, you wonder? Are you fucking up the angle somehow while trying to read the scope? Should you just ignore it and try to aim without thinking too hard?

Admittedly, you spend the next five minutes shooting at that stupid fucking thing, not making a single shot. It’s not been long at all, but your entire body is already trembling uncontrollably and it is just too fucking cold out here. Freezing your fucking ass off isn’t going to help your aim of course, but it’s almost just tragic at this point. Either you’ve got to accept that you’re just absolutely hopeless at this, or you’ve got to… blame the little womprat behind you for messing up your shots, yeah. It wouldn't surprise you.

As a last ditch effort, you consider trying something a bit ridiculous to see if he really is fucking with you.

“I’m firing one last shot,” you call out loudly over the sound of the bristling wind and flurries, making sure he can hear your narration from his little blanket cave behind you. “If I hit the target… I will present our demon overlord with a chunk of raw meat later for dinner.”

You give the offer a moment to sink in before raising the blaster, and then you jerk it up at the very last second while pulling the trigger. The arc of plasma quickly disappears into the gloomy skies over the top of the ice boulder, completely straight.

You switch the safety on and turn around to say something smart to him, but… well. Uh. That’s an empty crib.

Sudden panic rips through you at the sight of the wide open shield, the blanket left abandoned inside. Your head whips around in horror, wondering where the fuck he could’ve gone—but then you’re able to spot tiny footprints in the snow. Your eyes quickly follow them up and see the baby wading his way up a large hill, slow against the terrain and trying in vain to get to something at the very top.

You drop the blaster and bolt through the blizzard to get to him while calling out through the freezing air and wishing, not for the first time, that you had a name to roar and strike fear into his tiny little heart. In this case, you prefer a middle name as well.

Finally reaching him and yanking him up from the snow, you tuck him under the warmest part of your arm and open your mouth to start venting the terror from your body, but he makes a distressed noise and starts climbing. You fumble with him on your way back down, not expecting that response, but he’s so distraught and preoccupied that he’s unable to stay still, trying to find different ways of escaping your grasp and making more and more sounds to indicate something is wrong.

“What the fuck are you—” you stuff him into the shield and at least get the blankets wrapped around him before looking back and trying to spot whatever he’s still wiggling and attempting to get to. Frustrated cries start filling the icy air and… okay. “Okay,” you tell him, your breath puffing like smoke in front of you, “okay okay, we can go look, but you need to stay warm.”

You clutch the edge of his metal shield and urge it to follow you back up the snowy hill, feeling the crunch of your feet disappear further and further into it as you climb. Your outer two layers are probably soaked by now—stars, it’s so fucking cold. You know you’re not exactly the best judge, but you’ve been outside less than five minutes and you’re already worried about getting sick or frostbite, already jumpy and wanting to go back to the warmth of the hull.

But as you reach the top and look out in the distance, you can just barely make out a familiar metallic glint on the horizon.

Your heart picks up, but the baby makes another distressed sound. Not… happy, not thrilled that his dad is coming back. Some strange sort of dread begins to fill you, carefully holding the kid in his shield with one hand and looking at the bright reflection of light a little ways away just to make sure it’s…

No, it’s not moving. Not disappearing and reappearing, not catching the sunlight differently. Completely stationary in this absolutely horrendous weather.

You immediately make your way in that direction, your body deciding to outright abandon its trembling in the wake of this newfound worry. You’re suddenly sweating, way too warm. That’s Din, you recognize the glint of his armor anywhere, but why isn’t he moving?

The closer you get, the faster you move and the more you’re able to see. He’s laying facedown in the snow. There’s quite a bit of it covering the back of his cape, maybe a few inches, and… there’s also someone laying equally as lifeless behind him. Your heart is slamming now, you’re doing your best to run in the unforgiving terrain, and you finally see that it’s… a corpse, a frozen corpse is behind him with a rope tied around its ankles, clutched tight in Din’s unmoving fist as it lays against the pure white backdrop.

“Mando?” You call out, dropping to your knees as soon as you reach him. “Hey—hey, can you hear me?”

The beskar strapped to him is frozen over and feels colder than ice when you try to shake him. He doesn’t respond. He’s dead weight; you do your best to turn him over on his back, but you still get nothing from him. You shove your trembling fingers up under the helmet, and the only reassurance you have that he’s even alive comes from the petrifyingly slow pulse beating underneath. His skin is ice cold.

Shit, he’s still breathing but he’s hypothermic, you have to get him back to the Crest right fucking now.

You fumble to get in position above his head while hooking both your arms under his, before leaning everything you have into it—but fuck, he’s so heavy. You can barely lift him even just a few inches off the ground—the snow is deep, his armor makes him weigh a ton and the fabric wrapped around him is sopping wet. You try again, making a tight sound in your throat while you haul, but it’s no use.

“Fuck,” you curse, starting to panic even fucking harder. You’re gasping and breathless and getting dizzy and scared, continuing to try and find different angles to heave—

—until suddenly the burden is lifted.

You nearly fall backwards on your ass at the abrupt removal of tension, playing tug-of-war with a team that decided to give up with no warning. But it’s like it almost doesn’t even phase you; you don’t even look behind you to see the baby’s eyes closed tight in concentration, you just recover and pull with both arms, feeling Din’s body gliding easily along the snow now and leading him all the way back down the hill.

Once you get inside the Crest and shut the door to the raging blizzard behind the three of you, there’s an extended moment where you just… you don’t know what to do. You know all about how to deal with heatstroke, but this is the opposite—he either spent too long in the cold, or he exhausted himself trying to get back too quickly and then spent too long in the cold. He said he’d use his e-comm if he wasn’t back in sixteen hours—was that the cutoff? The point where the temperature outside would shut his body down and he’d need you to come get him?

Regardless, you need to warm him up. Yes, that’s your priority, and you figure the quickest and safest way to accomplish it has to be the shower in slow increments. The kid helps you move Din into the tiny fresher in the hull and then you sit on the floor with him, holding his limp body to your chest while reaching up to turn the faucet on.

Cold water sprays down and then suddenly—oof, he’s heavier than fuck again. Air leaves your lungs and your neck cranes back under the unexpected increase in pressure on top of you to see the kid climbing down from his shield, no longer focused on mentally bearing most of his father’s weight or directing his own hovering form of transportation along behind you. The baby disappears out of sight and you huff, completely trapped under Din as freezing water rains down on you.

Fuck, it’s so cold. It’s way too fucking cold for you, but your core body temperature is also mostly normal right now. Din’s isn’t, you’ll probably shock his system if you try to warm him up too quickly. So you reach up and twist the knob, keeping it at a temperature he’d probably find just the slightest bit warm while inspiring violent shudders from you.

“H-Hey, I’m gonna t-t-take this off, o-okay—” you stutter down at him, knowing damn well he isn’t conscious to hear you but giving him that reassurance on the small chance he is, and then reach with trembling fingers to work at his armor. You worry that the beskar is keeping the cold trapped the same way his clothes are, like having solid pieces of ice strapped to his body and nothing to protect him besides a few layers of soaking wet fabric.

The chestpiece comes off and you throw it blindly over your shoulder into the hull with a clang—admittedly, without thinking about where the baby is at all anymore. The pauldrons come off next, but not before you reach up and turn the heat up just the slightest bit. Your jerky limbs just want to blast it and remove the rest of his clothes in steamy hot water, but you can’t. Even though your mind is hurtling at a thousand lightyears an hour, whatever reason you have left reminds you that you have to be patient or risk losing him entirely.

Eventually you’re able to get all the armor off but you hate the way he’s breathing right now. Slow and shallow, like he just doesn’t really need the air at all but his body is still fighting for it on instinct. His chest barely moves with it even when it’s got nothing weighing it down.

“You’ll b-be okay,” you say aloud, talking to the both of you even though only one is capable of responding. “Y-Y-You’ll be o-okay—”

You reach up to inch the temperature a little higher, shivering terribly now. His body feels slightly warmer under the shower than it did with the beskar, but you know you need to keep going and take the fabric off now. Maker, it’s nearly impossible—the black clothing clings to his skin and its such a small space to maneuver, but it gives your mind and hands a clear goal to focus on while the water incrementally heats up.

Strangely, your adrenaline has been rocketing for so long that you almost lose track of time. You just keep deadly focused on your task of undressing him and slowly heating the shower, trying not to think, trying not to get in your head and bring about disaster in such a crucial set of moments.

At some point, the water is warm. Comfortably warm, and Din’s body isn’t ice cold anymore. It’s warm, too, laying back into your chest and naked besides the helmet, but he’s still not moving. No response, no matter how much mindless drabble you supply, no matter how steamy and hot the shower has become, no matter how much your own body has heated up. Your fingers have found their home under his jaw, pressed right to his pulse point and feeling it continue to beat slow and faint, but you’re starting to feel the terror set in. Real terror, the kind that makes you stupid and emotional, the kind that turns you back into a child again.

“I don’t know if it’s working,” you suddenly choke out, close to tears. He’s warm, what else can you do for him? Why is he not waking up? “I-I don’t know what to do, Din, I…”

No—no, you cannot lose your shit, not yet. You will exhaust every fucking option before you let that fear set in. He’s not waking up because he needs to recover, his body needs time to work things out in a warm, comfortable environment. He’s breathing, his heart is beating, he’s warm, and he’s still with you, so… you need to still be with him.

You turn the water off and clumsily get up, grabbing him under the arms and hauling him back into the hull. He’s still heavy but it’s so much easier than before to move him; there’s no armor weighing him down anymore besides the helmet, no cape or snow or friction to catch him, no cold to lock your muscles up. It’s slow going but you’re finally able to settle him in the warmth of your shared bed and then cover his body in the collection of blankets you’ve amassed. You stand up and peel off all your wet layers of clothing, letting them plop to the metal floor while glancing around for the kid—

—who is currently swinging from the ladder to the cockpit with one hand.

It startles you for just a moment, just long enough for you to wonder what the fuck he thinks he’s doing up there, but then you figure that if he found some way to get up there then he can surely find his way back down again.

As you quickly drop to the bed and scoot up next to Din’s limp body under the blankets, the Crest’s engine suddenly gives a low rumble below the floor and heat starts blowing through the hull vents. Again, you’re too preoccupied to even notice the gift much. You’re tugging and tucking blankets around him and up under the metallic edge of his helmet when...

Maker, you need to take this off. If the inside is wet, it’s probably keeping his head cold while the rest of him is warm from the shower. You know it’s not a light thing—you know… you know at least a fraction of what this means. You won’t look, you won’t look unless something absolutely drastic happens and it’s completely unavoidable, but you need to take his helmet off.

You catch the shoulder furthest from you and tug at his heavy body until he’s on his side, facing you on the bed.

“Din, I have to take your helmet off,” you warn him, saying it slowly and clearly. Again, just in case. “I’m not gonna look. Nobody is gonna look—” your gaze flicks behind him to eye the baby, who is now somehow on the metal ground and waddling up to you both. He blinks enormous black eyes at you, looking between you and his father huddled together under the blankets.

“Close your eyes,” you tell him very seriously, no room for negotiating. “I know you understand me.”

It takes just a few seconds before he lifts his hands up and does exactly what you say, placing his fingers over his closed eyelids and then even so much as toddling around to face the wall. You gasp in relief, clenching your eyes firmly shut and then pulling the helmet up, making sure you catch his head before it falls with one hand while tossing the beskar somewhere in the hull with the other.

Cold. His hair is soaking wet and so cold, and his head rolls slightly as you guide it to rest in the warmest part of your neck. Your hand stays attached to the back of it, wanting to transfer every single bit of warmth from your palm to him, and your eyes open to the kid’s back as your other arm wraps around Din’s bare spine.

And then all at once, you just feel… helpless. He’s in your arms but Maker, you don’t know what else you can do. The heat is blasting, you’re warm and pressed against him under multiple blankets, the engine is slowly heating the metal floor, but his breathing. Slow. Shallow. Barely able to be felt against your neck. He’s here but he’s not. And you have no way of knowing if he’s getting closer or further away from you.

Tears start coming before you even realize. But you have nothing to say. After spending the entire time talking out loud, providing reassurances, narrating, distracting yourself—you don’t have anything anymore. The silence twists you tighter, the nothing becomes inescapable, and the sudden sob that leaves you echoes hauntingly throughout the hull. You pull his limp body as close to you as possible for comfort. Wake up. Wake up.

Your vision is watery—you don’t see it. You don’t see the kid slowly turn around and take a few steps forward. You only notice he’s there when green catches in the abstract blur, but you sniff and blink quickly to clear it. It only takes a second to see the baby’s hand, extending and pressing against the blanket covering Din’s back, and you watch with wide eyes as he closes his.

And then there’s a second. A second where you dare to hope. Where you wonder if it’s even something that can be done.

The kid lowers his hand just a moment later and stumbles back a few steps, before plopping down on the ground and slowly falling backwards. You have just enough time to see his little body inhale and exhale a few times as he sleeps, and then—

—and then Din suddenly jolts in your arms, bursting with too much life after spending too many heart wrenching moments without it.

“Shhh,” you breathe, instantly tightening your grip on the back of his head so he doesn’t pull away from you in a panic and keeping it tucked into the warmest part of your neck, right where your pulse thrums fast and present. Your eyes clench tightly shut just in case and your heart bursts with pure, blinding, heavenly relief. “Shhh sh sh, stay right here, just stay right here…”

As soon as he seems to recognize your voice and figure out that he’s not dead, his body immediately starts wreaking with shivers. You squeeze him tight to you, feeling his large, quaking frame curl inwards into you for warmth, burying his own face into your neck even further and breathing shallow but quickly now, like his body actually wants the air again. You do your best to will your blood to pump faster and provide him that relief, stretching and opening your body as much as possible to give him warmth.

And then you spend the next few hours like that. Holding him, murmuring gently to him, providing him with your body heat and stars, he fucking clings to you. He presses tight to you and trembles, and you don’t even know if he’s listening, but you keep talking. Finding words for hours, and while some of them are just different ways of saying the same thing, you say them anyway.

He’s okay. The kid is okay. Everyone is okay.

Eventually, the shivering dies down until it stops altogether. Din stays in one place and goes completely limp again, but this time he continues to breathe you in, slow and deep into the crook of your neck. Fast asleep in your arms, and you thank the good fucking Maker above for the little angel passed out on the floor behind him.

***

He has to meet with Karga in two days.

After a few more hours of holding him and making absolutely sure he’s going to be alright, that’s all you can stupidly think about.

A deadline. A very quickly approaching one.

You don’t know why. But it might have something to do with the fact that you want nothing more than to climb up into the cockpit and navigate the ship off this horrid planet, and you can’t. You’re confident that the hull and blankets are warm enough by themselves to keep Din comfortable as he recovers, and you’ve also had quite a while to regroup and get your mind thinking logically again, so you’re not worried about getting up and leaving him right now, no. That’s not the problem.

The problem is that there’s a corpse outside. You know this. You know it’s there, and you know he needs it. Nobody’s gonna take his word for just saying they’re dead, much less pay him for his services; no body, no bounty. You also know it’s probably being covered with fresh snow right now, or maybe some sort of wild animal has already gotten their teeth into it, if anything can even survive out there. And you’re the only one awake. The only one capable of going to get it.

You’ve been arguing with yourself. For about an hour, you’ve been struggling with the thought. Din is soft and warm and every breath makes you focus less on the terrifying moments that occurred and more on the need to step up once again.

In the end, it’s the kid who gives you the final push. You’re not going to leave him laying on the floor like that for any longer. Not after what he did.

You take a second, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up all the way over Din’s head as it rests warm and comfortable in your neck. You’re incredibly careful to cover his face, and even while climbing out of the warm cocoon of the bed, you keep your eyes firmly shut and continue to pull the fabric even higher, making absolutely sure you’re not going to see his face on accident. You shouldn’t, you don’t think, as long as he doesn’t jerk awake and pull it down himself, but you want to take extra precaution regardless.

After quickly yanking on some clothes, you immediately make your way over to the kid and pick him up, seeing his little mouth open as he snores—and oh, you just have to. You pull him to your chest and give him the most heartfelt, thankful embrace you can while not squishing him, before setting him down in his much more comfortable hovering blanket palace and closing the lid on it.

You know you have a very clear task now, but for just a few moments longer, you do your best to stall despite the ticking clock. You start to pick up the mess in the hull—you close the fresher door, pick up Din’s discarded armor and set it in a neat pile close to the bed, place the helmet under the vent to encourage the padding inside to dry faster, and then you collect his old armor and stuff it back into one of the storage cubbies with your toolbox.

Only, an idea suddenly occurs to you as you’re putting away the chestpiece. When you open the door to the hull, you know that a blast of cold air is going to flood the ship. The engine is still heating everything inside and making sure you don’t get trapped in the snow by continuously melting it on the outside, but you don’t want Din to start shivering again.

So you grab the dented piece of electronics you were working on and flip the power switch, feeling the capacitors slowly start to heat up inside the housing. You go back over and lift the blanket near his feet just enough to tuck the metal under it, close enough to Din that he’ll feel the same amount of warmth your body was providing him but not enough to overheat.

And then you make your way over to your bag and pull on the rest of your clothes, now exhausting almost every single clean thing you own just to make another trek through the snow. You’re in the middle of pulling on your fifth pair of pants when the thought truly sinks in.

A corpse. A dead body. That you’re actually considering going out into the worst fucking weather in the galaxy to search for, haul back to the ship, and put into carbonite. Because of a fucking deadline for an occupation very much not your own, very much not chosen by you.

You quickly walk over and leave through the door on the side of the hull before you can change your mind, slamming it shut behind you.

***

Well, it’s… It’s not too terrible, you guess.

It’s been frozen out here for hours, that’s why. It’s not bloody, not gory, not demented or malformed in any way. Tranquil almost, like the creature died in its sleep in this nightmarish landscape, perfectly at peace.

You still don’t want to get anywhere close to it, but you have to. You pull a face and slowly reach out, absolutely not thinking about the literal impossibility of it playing dead and just waiting for the moment to strike, but even still… Even if there was nothing more sinister hiding underneath the surface of this scene, it’s still… existentially fucked up. The last time you were confronted with a dead body, Din had to be the one to dispose of it—you couldn’t even think about it without threatening another wave of shock to your system.

And now you’re voluntarily grabbing the rope around one’s ankles and dragging it back down the pure white slope to the Razor Crest.

It doesn’t weigh that much and its icy exterior seems to work in your favor; it slides easily along the snow as soon as you get it moving. As the ship comes back into view, you hurry to the door and you’re just about to open it when you suddenly get the feeling that you’re forgetting something…

Oh—

It takes a few moments of searching around in the freshly fallen snow, but eventually your fingers brush metal underneath and you stand, reaching behind you to tuck the blaster into your waistband. When you’re positive you’re not going to accidentally shoot a chunk of your ass off on accident, you shove open the door and pull the body inside, before locking it tight behind you and keeping the frigid winter from touching this warm, quiet safe-haven.

There. Halfway done. You almost don’t want to look in case he wakes up unexpectedly, but then you find yourself peeking over your shoulder at the silhouette of Din’s body still passed out under the blankets and you’re thankful the squeaks and slams didn’t disturb him.

And then you take just a second to wonder if this is what it must be like for him. Minus your obvious discomfort and ickiness at beginning to haul the corpse over to the carbonite chamber, it seems like it’d be reminiscent of any other time he’s brought back a dead quarry while you and the baby slept soundly. Trying to be quiet, wanting it done and over with just to get back in bed that much faster, doing everything you can to prevent anything out there from so much as breathing on anything in here.

You do your best to hold on to the loveliness of the thought, because this part is the part you’re most anxious about.

The body needs to go into this slanted upright space so you can freeze it in carbonite. And in order to do that, you have to grab it and put it there. With your hands, you have to grab it. With your hands.

You look down at its face, calm and at peace, frozen and forever etched into that expression, and something twists in your heart. If it weren’t for the kid, that could’ve been Din. If it weren’t for the kid walking barefoot through snow, fighting an uphill battle to make sure you get to him, helping you drag him back here and then overexerting himself to make sure he’d be okay, that could’ve been Din. He drives you crazy on a consistent basis, but he came through today.

Know what? If that little squirt can save a grown man’s life twice in a few hours, then the least you can do is finish this job for all three of you and fly your asses out of here.

Weirdly enough, being frozen solid allows for way better handling than the alternative. It means you don’t actually have to touch it too much; you don’t have to deal with the limpness of death, it doesn’t seem as much like a person as it does a rigid board you’re simply moving from one place to another. You can just grab the shoulders and yank and the entire fucking thing goes with it, solid and upright, naturally wanting to lean back into the chamber so you don’t even have to hold it in place. The perfect quarry for you basically, day one stuff, as easy as it could get.

Almost done, almost done—you study the key panel on the upper-right frame before eventually pressing a few buttons, and then you step back as gas freezes and solidifies the corpse in its carbonite prison.

Yes. You’re done. You already want to take another shower just from touching it for a few seconds, but that can wait. Quickly making your way up the ladder and into the cockpit, you fire up the thrusters and then navigate the ship through and beyond the swirling white atmosphere of this dreadful fucking planet, before punching in familiar coordinates to Nevarro.

***

“Din,” you murmur, making sure you have your eyes completely covered with one hand before gently easing the blanket down from his face with the other. “Din, I want you to drink some wat—”

He jerks awake so suddenly that you hear the metal canteen fall over on the floor next to you, thank the Maker its lid is on tight. You automatically reach out to steady him, pressing your free hand to his bare chest and continuing to speak calmly and gently to reassure him, but he still scrambles to take in his surroundings after sleeping longer than he probably has in weeks.

You know what he’s seeing, even though you’re blind right now. You took time to make sure everything was settled before waking him. The hull is clean with only a single light to illuminate it, the baby is still snoozing in his closed crib, his armor is stacked in a neat pile, the blaster is put away, and you retired your makeshift blanket heater box so the only thing left is you. Freshly showered, hair dripping, offering him water, and dressed in just a thin shirt with nothing else (you ran out of things to wear).

“Wh-Where’s my h-h-helmet—” is the first thing he asks, voice broken and raspy. Stars, he needs water.

“The padding inside is wet,” you quickly supply, keeping your hand tight over the bridge of your eyes to make sure his freshly conscious mind immediately understands that you have no bad intentions. “I swear I didn’t look, and I made sure the kid didn’t either. He’s sleeping now, it’s just me—I swear nobody looked, I swear.”

You might just be saying the exact same thing over and over again and admittedly, that might be putting some weird kind of suspicion on you, but you just want to make sure he knows. Beyond a shadow of a doubt. It’s important that he knows he’s safe and that everything is okay now, even if he collapsed and spent an unknown amount of time in a purgatory where nothing was.

His body trembles under your palm, waves of shudders attacking him even after hours of keeping him as warm as possible. “Are—Are we st-still on H-Ho—H-Hoth—”

“No,” you answer. “We’re in hyperspace. Everything’s okay now, I took care of it. We’ll get to Nevarro on time.”

It’s like he takes just a few extra moments, as if he’s trying extra hard to remember before responding. “But—I d-didn’t—”

“You have four bodies for Karga,” you tell him, not letting him get too lost trying to recall something that no longer poses an issue. “I took care of it. You need rest, I only woke you up to make sure you drink some water, so please—” you blindly reach your hand out for the canteen you know has to be around here somewhere, but all you feel is…

His. Catching yours.

“Y-You took c-c-care of…” His hands are trembling harder than his voice. “Sh-shit, I’m freezing, I—”

“Drink some water,” you tell him, squeezing his fingers. “I’ll go turn off the light so you can sleep more, but you need water.”

His hand feels like it doesn’t quite want to let go of yours yet, but eventually it does and you hear the sloshing of water as the metal flask is picked up with an unsteady grip. Purposefully turning your back to him and making sure he’s not in your line of sight whatsoever, you finally let your hand drop and blink your eyes open at the wall across the hull. You hear Din shakily unscrew the lid while you stand up and find the light switch, before turning around in the pitch blackness and using his loud gulps as your guide back.

Your hands and knees are barely on the blanket when you hear him toss the empty canteen to the side and grab you, pulling you down to him.

Fuck, you’re not expecting it. You fumble in the dark but he doesn’t really give your clumsiness much of a choice—Din pulls you under the blankets like he needs you, his body craving that warmth even though his skin doesn’t feel cold at all. He hooks a strong forearm around your tummy, keeping your back pressed tight to his chest while the rest of him curls to fit every part of you, and you have to adjust the blankets yourself.

It’s not even a few seconds after you settle into position when his trembling hands jerk down to grab your shirt and yank it up. You quickly scramble to help him get you as naked as he is, feeling his palms drag greedily across the heat of your tummy and breasts before you’ve even finished wiggling the fabric over your head. The shirt lands somewhere in the darkness and you’re squeezed back against him, your hands landing on his forearms as they wrap around your waist and he clings shamelessly to you.

“You…” Din’s body still shivers every once in a while but the heat and closeness allows his voice to even out just a bit. He clears his throat and swallows, tucking his head and burying his face in your hair before trying again. “You brought back the qu-quarry?”

“Yes,” you confirm, confident in your reassurance but gentle at the same time. “It’s in carbonite.”

All you can feel or hear in response is his breathing. His heart beating steady and strong against your back.

And then Din’s arms suddenly squeeze you tight—tight. He lets out a low shaky exhale against the back of your shoulder and presses his lips to your skin. “Sweet girl.”

And he says just… so much with those two words. Slow and purposeful, the steadiest thing you’ve heard from him in hours. But the two biggest competing emotions you hear tugging at his vocal cords are gratitude and apprehension. Like he already knows that it couldn’t have been easy for you. Like he’s not taking it lightly.

You don’t want to talk about it. You don’t want to talk about anything that happened in the past few hours, not right now. “It’s okay. Please.”

This time his silence seems to be on the brink, as if he wants to say more but the extra plea you put on the end makes him hold onto his words, at least for now.

“How d-did you find me?” He asks instead, scooting his legs up enough that yours actually go with him. Cradled in his naked body, radiating heat so he can recover, pressed so close to him that you feel like gravity itself would be pushing you into his lap if the world weren’t sideways.

“The kid,” you tell him. “We were goofing around outside and he dragged me ov—”

It’s like he’s still so cold that even just the surprise of hearing you say that makes his whole body lock down and convulse a few times against your back. “You were wh-what?”

“I was practicing,” you openly admit to him, feeling like the earlier events already occurred a lifetime ago and you have no reason for being shy about it anymore. In fact, you’re glad you were there, being terrible at shooting. The alternative is unthinkable. Though, something tells you also improbable, having a little supernatural sidekick who cares so deeply for him. “I raided your armory. We weren’t outside for more than five minutes before I wanted to go back in, but then he found you.”

And you think he’s going to get after you, for some reason. Seems about on par, you figure—going outside for even just a few minutes on a planet whose name you now remember is colloquial slang for hell, even if it’s the only reason he’s not an icicle right now.

But he’s just quiet. Breathing. So you just relax into him, thinking that’s the end of it. You take a few deep breaths in through your nose and just… rest. In the near perfect silence of hyperspace you used to find haunting, but now only find comfort in. It reminds you of him.

“Did you hit the target?” He asks you quietly, and at first you scoff, about to ask if he’s kidding. No, of course you didn’t hit the…

Only, after a remarkable delay, hearing him phrase it that way suddenly makes your stomach decide to drop and do a fucking somersault on the ground out of absolutely nowhere.

Everything comes flooding back. The conflict you used to think was the most pressing thing, the one that kept you awake and your thoughts scrambled for hours. It feels like it was ages ago. An entire lifetime has passed since that happened, you might’ve forgotten it altogether if he didn’t decide to ask that very simple question in a very specific way.

“I…” you mumble in response, your heart suddenly pounding. “Not… not yet.”

Okay, that’s a good answer. It’s the truth and you’re giving nothing away by saying that. So now what is he going to say? What is he going to say? You spoke your piece, it’s his turn now, that’s how conversations work. Well typically, that’s how conversations work—but with Din… you probably should’ve known.

He falls back into silence almost immediately, appearing to accept your answer just the way it is without anything else to add. You feel his heart continue to beat strong against your back, but there’s something too tense about his stillness that doesn’t imply he’s relaxing anymore. His body goes slightly taut, but not from the lingering chill in his bones.

He’s going to make you ask him, you realize. He’s waiting until you confront him about his choice in words at the shooting range. Which means he wasn’t just joking around. He wasn’t just messing with you.

“Din…” you whisper uncertainly, and his face suddenly finds its way into the crook of your neck as soon as the word leaves your mouth, arms tightening up around you. You spent forever trying to find the words to even bring this up, and here he is, already knowing exactly what you’re asking just by the tone of your voice. Still, you ask anyway, sounding small and so unsure of yourself in the darkness. “Why did you say that? On Tatooine, why did you…”

Din’s chest expands against your back with a long, slow breath, and then he lets it out against your neck, hot enough to raise goosebumps all over your body.

“I… don’t know,” he admits, voice muffled and quiet, but it’s not… casual. Not like he’s brushing you off or indicating he doesn’t want to talk about it, but like it’s actually a complete fucking mystery to him, just as much as it is to you. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know…” you repeat slowly.

“You had said something,” he mutters, shifting just a bit behind you. His palm slides up your bare tummy, stopping in the warm spot just under the swell of your breast. “Earlier that day. I thought about it, and then I just… s-said it.”

You? Said something that made him ask that?

“What?” You blurt out, genuinely startled and having no fucking clue. “What did I say?”

“Something about…” He gives the smallest shudder from behind you, and you don’t actually know if this one is from the cold. “Not wanting anyone else to know me the way you do.”

Your heart rapidly kicks up and you flush, hating how unbelievably possessive your own words sound coming out of his mouth. “Oh shit, I… I didn’t mean for that to be… that sounds so bad, Din, I swear I didn’t mean for it to—”

He cuts you off by clutching you tighter, burying his face deeper into your neck and breathing out shakily. “Tell me you meant every word.”

You blink a couple of times in the pitch black before sighing, letting go of any charade or front you think about putting up for him to save some dignity. “I meant it.”

Because it’s the truth. You said it when you were caught off guard, throwing it out to him along with other mindless drabble that came from a place that was very real. You don’t like the way you phrased it, but you meant it. You do mean it. Every word.

If there weren't so many things still left unsaid right now, you might actually worry he fell asleep on you. Din loosens up considerably after you admit it, letting go of more tightness you didn’t even know was inside him. His head slowly drops from the crook of your neck to the back of it and he breathes hot air on your nape, quiet for a long time.

And, you suppose you’d actually be okay with it if that was the end of the conversation. There are, of course, millions of things left to ask. But he doesn’t know the answers, just as much as you’re left clueless about the questions. You’re not expecting him to elaborate anymore, and if he’s waiting for you to ask, he’ll be waiting a long time. Soon your eyes close and you almost feel yourself beginning to drift. It’s been such a rough day today and to just be here in his arms, it’s more than enough for you.

But then his low baritone comes through the darkness.

“In Mando’a,” Din’s voice suddenly whispers against your skin, “the verb, kar’taylir… it means to know. Su kar’tayli, you know, kaysh kar’tayli, they know. Ni ke kar’tayl nu… I don’t know.”

Your eyes pop open and you immediately forget all about sleep, wide awake and suddenly hanging onto every word as it rolls so gently off his tongue. You’ve never heard the language spoken aloud, you’ve never heard anything about the Mandalorians directly from one before. All of the stories seem sensationalized, passed down by word of mouth and chipping away at the kernel of truth until it disappears completely.

“The language is dying,” Din continues, murmuring soft and gentle along your nape. “By the time I learned it, too many words had been lost. The ones left were the ones that were needed.”

“What do you mean?” You whisper, almost afraid of breaking the quiet. Not wanting him to feel distracted or pressed, but needing to express your curiosity lest you somehow overflow with it.

“There are only three pronouns,” he answers slowly, and you’re already fucking fascinated. “Ni, for I or we. Su is you or you all, and kaysh is third person. Subjective, objective, possessive, singular, plural—doesn’t matter. Three words, for every individual or collective in the entire galaxy.”

You blink in the darkness, your logic telling you that it sounds so simple it’d become confusing and then your logic also telling you that doesn’t actually make any fucking sense at all. If that’s true, it’s unbelievable. How do they differentiate? Just context?

“How do you distinguish?” You ask him. Admittedly, you don’t know much about linguistics—not anywhere near the extent he does, but it seems so counterintuitive. I can’t be the same word for we, the amount of misunderstandings would be a nightmare.

“We… don’t need to,” he explains to you, slowly, like nobody has ever asked him these things before and so he’s unsure how to phrase it. “Individuality isn’t valued, it’s not a concept.”

And… you almost can’t wrap your head around it. “What do you mean?” You ask again, knowing you’re sounding like a broken record without specifying more, but trying with your whole heart to understand.

“I mean… we swear oaths to never reveal our faces,” Din tells you, something you shouldn’t need to be reminded of. “We abandon our names. We become… whispers, of the same voice. There’s not many words in Mando’a with a unique meaning, almost all of them are homonyms. Interchangeable. Transient.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, suddenly blown away by the implication. Almost all of them are homonyms? How in Maker’s name are you even supposed to communicate at that point? That’s… unthinkable.

“Most words have two meanings?” You clarify, wanting to be absolutely sure you’re getting it right.

“Most have five or six,” he returns, and you’re downright shocked now. “Everything just depends.”

“Stars…” You breathe, moving a palm up the length of his forearm and holding the back of his hand with it. Fuck, you hope this is the direction he’s intending instead of veering him off course, but you’re incredibly invested. “What else does, uh… kay—er, kar… kar’taylir mean?”

Din lets out a slow breath from behind you, and you can… you can feel his own heart beating faster when it presses up against your spine at the apex of his inhale. “It’s… a rare word, it only has two meanings.”

You bite your lip and start to feel butterflies in your stomach for some reason. Slowly, his hand begins to travel up your breast and then to your sternum before heading just the slightest bit left, and your own hand moves with him.

“To know,” Din says quietly, “but also… to care very deeply for.” He doesn’t stop until his palm presses right above the rapidly pounding organ in your chest. “To hold in the heart.”

“To know,” you swallow thickly, curling your fingers around his hand and praying he’s saying what you think he is, “or… to love?”

“When Mandalorian’s take vows, there’s no ceremony,” he whispers into the back of your neck. “No witnesses, no celebrations. We just take our helmets off in front of the other and look. It doesn’t sound like much, but… our secrecy is our survival. Letting someone see our face and swearing lifelong devotion to them, it’s the same thing. To know is to love.”

Your eyes close tight and your lungs empty themselves, too full of emotion to even fit oxygen inside you anymore. Din’s lips press feather soft behind your neck, and now you’re the one shivering uncontrollably. The move up and trail along your neck in the darkness.

“Ni kar'tayl su,” he murmurs, shifting back just slightly and pulling at your shoulder. “I know you.”

You go with him, facing the ceiling as he fits his head under your throat and places slow, open mouth kisses down the curve of it.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” he goes on quietly, his voice starting to sound raspy again, dragging his hand down your torso while his lips brush your collarbone. “For an eternity, I’ll know you.”

Water wets the corners of your lashes and you inhale three or four times before exhaling, shallow hiccups and desperate for air.

“Ni ke vaabi nu kaysh ke kar’taylir su te ni kar’tayl su.” Din says, slowly moving his mouth back up when your fingers tangle in his hair and beg him to come that way. The words dance along your skin as he whispers them, forever searing themselves into your memory. You can’t see them, you’ll never have a visual to reminisce upon, but you’ll know how they felt. Right under your ear, brimming with quiet devotion. “I don’t want anyone else to know you… the way I know you.”

Your face goes blazing hot at the sound of him translating your own rushed and half-assed sentence into something gorgeous and flowing, something that sounds so much more beautiful than when you blurted it out earlier. You told him you loved him in that hangar, right to his face. Unashamed and stupid about it, but meaning it with every part of your body.

“I knew you’d say no,” he finally admits, staying in this one spot. Unmoving. Telling you the truth, allowing you to know it. “I just wanted to… say it.”

That… that makes sense to you. The last part does, at least, it makes so much sense to you. The first time you said you loved him, you said it just to say it. You wanted to feel the words, sound them out even if neither one of you could hear them. It felt freeing, like coming to accept a universal truth.

The first part, though. You’re still behind. “You knew I’d say no?” You ask him, feeling him ease back just slightly. Staring down at you through the pitch black, even if he can’t see either. Keeping his palm over your heart as the ship hurdles through nowhere and everywhere at once.

“You wouldn’t take my first name without convincing,” he reasons quietly, and then moves back to lay in the blankets once more, leaving the rest unspoken.

But he’s… oh stars, he’s so right. If he’s going to take his helmet off and let you see his face—if he’s going to commit to you that way, it is not going to be because you shoot a blaster correctly. Not after today, not after what he’s told you.

So you move up to your elbow and turn to face him, trying to let him know why even if he’s already guessed the what correctly.

“I want it to mean something,” you say after a moment. “I want it to… have the meaning it’s supposed to have.”

Your palm finds its way to his chest in the silence following. Right over the beating of his heart, feeling it thrum hard and rhythmic while he considers his response.

“This is The Way,” Din finally murmurs, settling his hand over yours, and you repeat the words back to him. Respecting them. Feeling like, for the very first time, they now apply to you in some way instead of belonging to some mysterious creed you’ll never know anything about.

But when a shudder subtly rockets up and down his body, you realize the blankets have been pulled down with the changing positions and his whole torso is bare and exposed to the hull. So you pull them up until you’re both covered again, before you lean down and press a soft kiss to his shoulder.

Din shudders again when your mouth opens and the hot glide of your tongue catches his skin, but you know it’s not from the cold this time. His breathing deepens while you slowly move over him. You ease him further on his back and let him keep feeling the warmth of your mouth on his body, alleviate the lingering chill by sucking gentle hickeys into his skin and feeling the goosebumps raise under your tongue. He moves with you; he stretches his neck when you want to nibble his collarbone, arches when you mouth down his chest, shifts his elbow to let you drag your tongue along his ribcage.

And… and it’s as if all the stars and systems hold even more still for you than the relative physics of faster-than-light travel can explain away by themselves. You’ve always felt timeless in here, living from one fleeting eternity to the next, suspended in perpetuity while the rest of the galaxy ages without you. But when you’re with him and it’s pitch black and there’s no light to streak across your vision, no evidence that time and space have all but disconnected from each other just to let your insignificant little bodies through… it’s like you’re meant to be here. In some strange, unexplainable way, you feel like you could’ve died out there with him in the frozen wasteland today and this is exactly where you’d still end up, no matter what.

To know is to love.

“Do you have brown eyes?” You hear yourself whisper under his jaw, and you feel Din’s fingers thread in your hair and ease you up enough to brush his lips against your chin.

“Yes,” he whispers back, and then his mouth is on yours.

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Done an ask from a month ago. I am soooo sorryyy🥲😱 I was caught up in many things. I changed that she is searching for a job as fashion designer than studying, I hope that is alright? Enjoy 😊

Meeting Tsume the first time was when you searched for a job in Freeze City. Of course it was futile, this city doesn’t need a fashion designer, actually this time isn’t in need of an fashion designer. Yet, it was your dream job and something your were really good at: So his clothes which everyone would describe weird and inconvenient, catchend immediately your eye. You walked down the road as your head watched his leather clothing and you focused how neatly they sewed together. You were good at watching people secretly yet his gaze catches yours. Embarrassed as the heat rushes in your cheeks, you gasped as he noticed your staring and almost dropped your shopping bag. Even though, you next choice was to look away, his eyes fixed yours and you awed at the yellow shining orbs. The feeling in your tummy yelled ‘This is something dangerous’ but you kept up the eye contact. His curious look turned darker and serious as you blink from your trance and just walked to the next side road. It was not your way home yet you couldn’t walk straight up to him like nothing happened. You sighed and leaned against a wall from the side road.

„Oh gosh, how embarrassing…. he noticed my staring…A very attentive person, Huh“ you repeated the situation.

„Well, you weren’t quite discreet…“

„Right….“ Then your eyes flew open and the man from before leaned on the wall in front of you with his arms crossed. „How did you ?! Since when…?” You stumbled over some words as his gaze never left your form. And he seemed not pleased.

„What is your business with me?“ He questioned you directly. You hugged the bag in your arms tighter. Now, the unsure feeling in your tummy seems to get stronger and you feel a bit fear. It seems like he is cornering you, to threat you and ready to attack. Like a wild animal. You didn’t answer him as you watched him confused. Business?

„Tell me now!“ His voice echoes through the side road and you flinch at the sharpness from it. Maybe, you were imagining things but you could hear a animalistic growl in this echo.

„I don’t have a business …! I-i just…“ your shake from his gaze which bore into you. „I just like your shirt and …your eyes…“ The last part is mumbled as you get all again bashful. His crossed arms are unfolded as he blinks at you. Of course, with his wolf ears he registered even the last words of your sentences

„Wha-?!“ He thought you were a spy of the nobles and found out about all the stealing, he did with his group or worse found out who he really is… Suddenly, a boy came running and introduced the name of the stranger in front of you.

„Tsume!“ The named man clicked his tongue and the boy smiled at you. „Your girlfriend?“ You jumped and waved off while shaking your head.

„Are your dumb? We are not-!“ Tsume growls.

„Ahh, I am sorry. You were flirting with this pretty lady ? I didn’t-!Oww!“ Tsume heard enough as he punched his head.

„Stop it! We got something better to do!“ You watched them in silent when the boy mumbled again under his breath. „But, you both watched each other so intensely.“ Can they stop making you embarrassed ?

„Yeah, because I thought she is gonna rat us out!“

„By what?“ your asked innocently. Somehow, he seemed uncomfortable…

„Hey! Wanna help us?“ The boy asked you nicely. Somehow, you agreed to the boy pleading and were sewing or repairing clothes for the (thief) group now. Every Wednesday, you visited their hide out to help out and had some interactions with Tsume. One day, you took all your courage and asked him to sew the huge snag on his shoulder from the jacket. First, he seemed awkward to your question and as you wanted to touch the fabric of his black clothing when he jumped defensively back. You only could blink as he backed away like an animal.

“Don’t worry, I like it how it is.” He muttered with his eyes looking elsewhere.

“Oh.” You just said with shoulders shrugged and left him alone. By the next week, you had to do a lot sewing and never came to a break. The search for your dream job is at a halt because you liked helping them out. Even though, sometimes you recreate ruined clothing from the job and impressed them with your skills. You wept off the sweat of your forehead.

“And, how did you like it?” You asked the boy from the first day curiously.

“I love it!!” He beamed and run around laughing at his new, old clothing which looked really cool. With pride, you watched him enjoying his new wearing. You eyes searched for Tsume who leaned casually against the wall.

“And you? Don't your want a scarf or something warmer to wear. It is getting colder!” You smiled at him and didn’t feel threatened or scared of him anymore. After a while, you knew how he ticks now. And, he seemed to get nicer from time too.

“Hah.” He scoffed with a playful smirk. “Do you think I get cold easily? I am fine.”

“When you say.” You took the next piece of clothing in your hand to work when a bottle of water is placed on your table.

“Don’t forget to take a break. I don't want to carry you home.” How, he walked from the place before, in front of you without a sound is for you a miracle.

“Ohh!” You said impressed. “I never thought you would do that. How gentlemanly.” You heard that he clicked his tongue annoyed and said with rolling eyes. “Oh, shut up!” The boy Gehl watched him with hanging shoulders leaving you alone. “That was mean of him...” He muttered as you giggled. He watched you confused as you explained. “I think more, he was embarrassed, Sometimes, he really tries hard not to bond with someone. Like, he is scared to become friends with us.” You sighed and Gehl mouthed a big silent ‘O’.

“He is sometimes really scary but I like him!” He confessed and you smiled at him.

The day, you learned of Tsume’s true form, was when you met Kiba or more his wolf from. The white wolf were about to attack the little boy and you put your arms around his shoulders to protect him from his fangs. Scared, you closed your eyes for the awaiting pain.

“Y/N!” Tsumes voice rang loudly as you hear his footsteps coming closer until they vanished and a loud growl in front of you appeared. You slowly opened your eyes and lost your grip on the boy. A grey wolf stood in front of you and snarled his fangs to the white wolf.

“From where comes this grey wolf?” Yelled the boy in your arms. Yes, Wolfs shouldn't exist for hundred years and there are two who proofed otherwise. As they started attacking each other, you leaded the boy away from the danger zone and before you left, you watched back as you fully saw the grey wolf from the front. Your eyes were risen wide when you recognized the large scar on his chest like... him...The wolf seemed to notice your staring and got attacked from the white one.

Unharmed and safe, you thought hard about the fact that you heard Tsumes voice and in the next moment, a wolf with the same scar protected you from another one. Even worse, Tsume tried to avoid you obviously a lot when you arrived at their hide out. You eyes found always his bare chest with the scar. Well, you could not ask him directly about: “Are you by a chance a wolf?” Somehow, you remembered a friends book of the moon which was lend to you. The content is about the origin of wolves and their search of the paradise. You read it a long time ago and found this story very interesting. Every time, you met Tsume you could not keep your eyes from him. You mind wanders to the books saying and you vision begins to waver. Suddenly, the grey wolf sat close to the human group which did not notice him. You gaped at this while jumping up and rubbing your eyes. “Am I dreaming ?!”Again, you focused to the same location to find Tsume standing against the wall. It happened a lot during your visits that you mistook Tsume for the grey wolf or you just realizing slowly what his true form is. Yet, you believed your mind is playing tricks on you at the beginning. The day after Gehl died during a mission, you had a moment with Tsume alone. He shrugged the situation off but you knew how much he was grieving about him.

“The poor Gehl. He was always so scared but tried his best to...” Tsume interrupted you harshly as he answered.

“And what did his hard work result? His own death. He was just not good enough for this world...” You slapped the table as you yelled.

“ Tsume!”

“What?!” He turns to you. “That is the truth. He was too weak for this world and maybe his death is the better than to starve.”

“He looked up to you and want to be like you...” His shoulders flinched as the words sank in. “Tsume...” You breath. “There is something I wanted to ask you a long time...” You gaze never left him. He rose cockily one eyebrow and kept his arrogant attitude up. “About that time, the white wolf attacked us...” Then, you felt his statue waver and he grab harder at his own arms. His breathing started to get uneven.

“Yeah, what about it?” His voice was an octave higher. You stood up and laugh a bit. “That may sound a bit ridiculous...“ He gulped loudly and sweat appears on his forehead. Weird, the so calm and cool Tsume seems to get nervous.

“Are you maybe a wo-!” Some men from the group interrupted you and ask for Tsume. You waved him off and hoped to talk to him later which never happened because on this particular day and night, he would follow Kiba, Hige and Toboe for the search of Paradise as well for the flower Maiden Cheza. Weirdly, as you knew he had left, you somehow longed for him and their paradise. It was not like a an instinct like the wolfs from their call for it yet more curiosity or an old forgotten hidden impulse. Who knows... Without knowing what you actually do, you somehow ended up with Cher and Hubb who searched for Cheza also.

______________________Time skip___________________________

You wonder if you gonna met Tsume again? He left Freeze City a long time ago with the other wolves. You never really had a chance to thank him for saving your life. Your group found a car while you were watching bored outside the window thinking maybe Tsume found already his paradise together with the pack. You would love to talk a last time with him. On your way to Lost City, the one who Jagara rules, you picked up Blue together with Cher yet lost Hubb as well Cheza. With them you are about to rescue the Flower maiden and the ex Husband of Cher. Blue and you understands each other very well. It is now easier to converse with a wolf, even knowing that they are not human. Somehow, you describe it as ‘cool’ and fascinating.

Fate means it well to you when you are about to rescue Cheza together with Cher and meet Hubb and Tsume again. In the castle you run towards the Flower Maiden as you catch eye contact with him. His face falls from surprise as he mumbles loudly your name. “Y/N..?!”

A boy a lot smaller than him looks to him up and asked him about something. You wave your hands to him, totally excited that he seems alright and your are gonna talk again. However, your are not alone and for you unknown, the green haired lady was ready to shoot you. WTF?! You thought as you put your arms around Cheza protective like by Gehl. Exactly like this time, Tsume changes in his wolfs form to rescue you and attacks the woman by biting in her shoulders.

“Tsume!” You yell as his eyes widen shortly, how casually you called out to him as he showed his true form.

The reunion after the battle: You, Cher, Hubb, Quint and the wolves left the City, you all agreed to go after Paradise and helped the wolves to find it.

“Whatever had brought you here so far from Freeze City?” Tsumes deep voice rings your ears as you awkwardly laugh.

“Oh well, I somehow met Cher and Hubb when we agreed to help each other. It was not planned to come this far....”

Tsume sighs at your answer. “Seems like it. You just run into a danger zone.” Then, the young boy with the brunette medium long hair approaches you.

“So you know about us?” He looks at you a bit shyly also curious.

“Yep, I found out about myself back then and was to confront Tsume yet...” “I knew it.” he mumbles. “Yeah... You lost your nerves a bit, huh?” He rolls his eyes and avoided your gaze. “So you are who? My name is Toboe by the way!” He smiles brightly at you and you can make out his wolf form. A young brown wolf with kind eyes and accessories on his right leg. “I am Y/N. Nice to meet you, Toboe.” He remind you so much of Gehl. Excitedly, he runs beside you and ask you thousand of questions.

Hige scoffs as he mutters tiredly from his injuries. “He really is drawn to humans.”

Annoyed, Toboe turns to him as he announces. “What is wrong about it? She is nice and Tsume likes her too.” You eyes are risen wide to him and Tsume flinches hardly.

“Who said that?” He hits him on his head. “What are you saying? Don't make things up!” The young wolf touches his forehead in his human form and have some tears on his eyes. “But I saw that you were wiggling your tail happily as you saw her in the castle and again when you talked to her right now!!” “I did not wiggling my-!” “You totally did, Tsume.” The calm collected voice of Kiba enters the conversation as he watched you all discuss. “Aww man, I would love to see that...” Hige giggles for himself. Blushing hard as everybody found out, Tsume tries still to deny it.

Hubb interrupts your happy conversation with a drained voice. “If he wiggled his tail or not, should not worry us. We should move forward, right?” You all agreed and moved forward. Toboe walks next to you while talking all things happened on his way. You find him endearing and pat his head lovingly which he makes a relaxed face and he throws his head towards you more to ask for more. You do as he asked for and a growl from behind make you flinch exactly like the boy. Tsume walks between you and Toboe and snatched his ear as he commands. “What are you gonna do? Entering the car with her and letting your ears fondle? You and me are running!” Kiba amuses about his behavior and run after them.

On your way, you and everyone made great losses. First, Cher died by the car accident. After this, you rest all a bit for the night. Toboe cuddles close to you which gives you warmth. Tsume let himself next you down as he rest against a wall behind you. Somehow, he trust you enough to sleep a bit so close up. Slowly, you fall asleep as Toboes wolfs head rest on your stomach, finding comfort there and unknown to you, Tsume lies his head later on your legs and keeping watch when everybody rests.

The calm lasts not long when Darcia attacks you and killed Toboe who protects Quint. You didn’t weep long about his fate when Darcia is ready to slaughter Tsume and you step between them. His fangs reaches your throat but didn’t end it directly. He just ripped open your skin and flesh, bites into your lungs. The pain of his attack is so overwhelming and numbing every part of your body. Your vision gets blurry when Tsume runs to you. You don’t hear his screaming or anything he says. You feel the blood running from your veins. “Y/N!” He yells and hovers over you. His eyes are not weeping tears yet are very glassy from holding back. You look up to him as you still can’t hear him. “Listen to me, I call this man and he definitely helps you. Stay awake! Do you hear me?!” You cough up blood and his form shakes, knowing your are gonna die.

“Don't you dare to die on me here, Y/N.....” he grits his teeth. “Why did you follow me here...” His head is bent low. You eyes find a last spark as you put all your strength together to rise your hand up. Your palm caress slowly his head when tears slowly falls from his cheeks.

“Guys... Move already forward, I come after when I said good bye to her and Toboe.” They understand and turned away. Blue gives you a sad look and howls for her good bye to you.

You smile a last time as you mutter under your breath with blood in your mouth. “I always wanted to that since I found out, you are a wolf.” Tsume lets his head get patted as he looks at you and mumbles. “If I had known it feels that good...” Your other shaky hand reaches to the other ear of his as you dig your finger in his soft grey fur. Lovingly, he bends down and lies his head softly on your chest without putting to much weight on you. He closes his eyes and let your fingers caressing his head and even fondle his ears. He stays a long time like this even a while when your hands stopped like your breathing. He whimpers with his head in your arms.

“Toboe, I am sorry. You were right, this feels amazing....”

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“I would take this whole outfit...”

“Alright... The outfit ‘Tsume’?” You tip the price of the clothing yourself made into the till. The man wit the sunglasses flinches at the title of his chosen new outfit.

“Ehm... are you alright with the huge snag on his shoulder? I can sew it together but it is actually intended to look like this.” You point towards the hole. At designing, you were a bit unsure to leave it like this but something in you head screams that is looks better with a big snag on the shoulder.”

“No, thanks. I like it how it is.” You smile at the compliment and take his money.

“Thank you for your buy and come again!” You thanked him with a kind smile as you look at him the first time in full attention. Even he was drawn to your gaze. It takes a minute when you cough embarrassed and carry some clothing to your warehouse behind. Your friend asks you who this handsome man was when you answer her. “No idea. He seems so familiar...” Actually, it is scary how familiar. As you created this bought costume, you had his figure in mind.

Outside the shop....

“Tsume?! Did you find something?”

“Yeah.” Tsume still irritated from before and tries to recall from here he knows you. “This new designer shop has some interesting stuff...”

He looks back to your shop as he smiles a bit. Weird, maybe you two had met already in a life before ....

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