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satorudoll · 8 months

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Gojo saying he hates taking care of brats and then becoming the best dad ever 🤫

💌! anon, you have NO IDEA what that panel of jjk going around was doing to me. Toru literally my cutest hubby ^^

You still remember meeting the grumpy and dork of a seventeen year old manchild when you entered the Jujutsu high's hallways for the very first time.

Your most core memories of him being the ones where he used to accompany you to your part time jobs, to babysit little kids.

While the three year old would be building blocks on the ground in front of you both, Satoru thinking of himself as the sly one would try scooting closer to your side on the couch. Softly grazing your hand and closing his one over it as he'd lean in to whisper something along the lines of,

"Baby, I think this is an amazing time to makeout before this utter nuisance turns his head arou—"

His words being cut off short with the ripping cries of the three year old who'd start to kick his feet and throw all his blocks around in pure anger.

Satoru would heave the loudest sigh,

"Baby please I just need a quick peck plea–"

But you would immediately stand up in panic and lift the child up in your arms, completely falling deaf to your touch deprived boyfriend.

"Satoru I think the baby pooped! " You exclaimed, turning the little boy left and right in the air.

"ew— EW! " Your boyfriend's second signal of disgust getting louder at what you did next, as quick as Satoru was to scrunch his face in disgust, you too were as fast to shove the three year old sobbing boy in your boyfriend's face. Forcing him to hold the baby.

"Hold him tight! I'll be right back with some new nappies and wipes! "

You stormed off, not caring about the way your boyfriend was screaming in pure horror along with the sobbing baby.

"Stop—" He tried to push the baby as far away from his nose as possible, "Stop! I'll actually die if your nasty stuff gets a anywhere on my skin! " He is yelling in pure fear, as if the kid was understanding whatever he was saying.

"Oh my holy lord, Y/n, please get here fast. I don't think I have too much time left! " He is crying out for you as the baby's face gets redder, cheeks puffier and his tiny legs kicking madly in the air the longer he stares at the snowy haired guy's disgusted face. Satoru was shriveling in pure terror by every passing second.

As soon as you enter the room with all the necessary materials Satoru dramatically gasped in relief, as if he just saw Jesus himself walk in to save him from his death.

He watches you and the baby from the couch with his big blue eyes stretched wide in disgust as you are in the process of cleaning the little one up.

"They better pay you a good chunk for that" He continues to comment while continuing to curl himself up in a ball .

You roll your eyes and turn to face Satoru who looked like he was in a Lion's den.

"Why don't to try putting his diaper on? " You ask, holding up the new pair of diaper.

"No! What if that demon has some poop left sticking around his butt! "

You sigh loud, "Toru, I cleaned him well. He is fine."

"But–" He stops, seeing the way your eyes were literally judging him at this point,

"Ugh– fine! But don't cry for me when I get his poop on my hand and die on spot! "

He walks towards you both, stomping and looking all moody and pouty in annoyance. Slumping down and snatching the new diaper from your hand while mumbling a "only coz I love you too much" while still looking annoyed as hell, but you couldn't help the small smile that slips on your face while looking at how he acts no different than the three year old right in front of you.

As the baby stares at Satoru's pouty and moody face who was wondering which side of the diaper was supposed to be in the front, the little boy lets out a hearty giggle.

That catches Satoru's attention.

Satoru raises a brow,

"Oh, So you wanna get along now? " The grown seventeen year old questions, making the baby coo and kick his feet.

Satoru's pout slowly lifts into a smile at that.

"Well, You don't seem like that bad of a guy yourself. Maybe we can get along after all." He shrugs with a smirk.

"watch me babe, I just know well enough how to make these little poopers laugh." He says in confidence and you fold your arms, watching them with a raised brow and big smile.

"Here comes superhero Gojo to save the nakey baby's day! " He lets out, in the most childish playful tone, something you were yet to experience from a 'tough guy' like him up until now.

The baby bursts out in laughter, Your smile turning into a huge grin at the sight

"Superhero Gojo?? Say that again, lemme record it! " You laugh out loud, getting up immediately to look for your cellphone

"Hello? Don't try making fun of me, I'm getting into the charac— "

Oh, the baby loves interrupting the seventeen year old boy's moments for sure.

But this one seemed like straight up hate crime to Satoru,

The baby shoots his pee right at his face.

Your jaw drops down and your eyes go wide in literal shock at the sudden occurrence and you completely freeze on your steps.

As for Satoru,

Boy, he was way too deeply traumatized to move himself right away, Eyes squeezed shut tight he felt like his soul leave his body as all his limbs suddenly became stiff and completely paralyzed.

"Oh my– Satoru— " You were trying so hard not to give up everything and burst in a fit of laughter at the entire scene that unfolded right in front of your eyes.

The baby, however, seemed to be having the best time of his life, giving out the most hearty belly laughter as he finished his work on your boyfriend's face.

"Y/n— i think— I think I'm gonna lose my six eyes— I can't open my eyes—" His hands trying to reach out for you

"Satoru! You are not even trying to open them- let's wash your face!" You immediately put the diaper on the baby yourself before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and guiding his soulless body to the nearest washroom.

As you were saying goodbye to the little boy who was in his mother's arms, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring at Satoru in disgust with his nose scrunched.

You turn to take a glance at Satoru who was holding a tight lipped smile at the boy while waving goodbye. Trying to hard to not humble the baby in front of his mom.

The walk back home that day was quite, none of you really spoke. Satoru looked like he wanted to go back to his room and dive his face straight into the blankets.

You shouldn't be surprised, None of the kids you took care of really got along with Satoru. Most either ended up pulling locks of his hair or throwing their toys at his face. You don't even know why he was still so up about accompanying you every weekend.

You both pause as you finally reach the gates of Jujutsu high,

The awkward silence starting to make you feel bad for what he had to keep going through.

"Did you see how that little clown was looking at me? After I let him pee on my precious face, that too ?!" He finally bursts in utter shock.

"Satoru, I'm sorry.." you sigh, but as much as you felt sad for him you pursed your lips, concealing a laugh.

"You know — My mom always taught me when I was a kid to never befriend your enemies, Look what happened! You just can never be good to anyone these days! This is how people end up walking all over you!" He continued to rant,

as much as you were thinking he wasn't being serious, your boyfriend's tightly knit brows and fuming face told you otherwise.

"Ugh.." He grunts in annoyance before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, looking down, kicking one of the small pebbles on the ground

"This was my last straw.. I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat ever again" He mumbles in pure annoyance.

It's been ten years since,

the image of the childish dramatic teen still so fresh in your memories, the guy who would always mumble an 'oh god, lets run' or 'another one of satan's poop' whenever you both would be out together and spot kids running in the streets.

A soft smile spreading across your lips as you pull the duvets down at the sudden burst of memories, slowly peeling your eyes open, vision trying to adjust to the big white and beige decorated bedroom.

You get up on your feet when you hear the noise of utensils clanking coming from the kitchen.

Taking small, lazy strides you walk towards the kitchen in your white oversized shirt and fuzzy woolen brown socks.

Rubbing your eyes as you pause on your steps and stare at the scene in front of you at the kitchen.

"Does my Kana like it??" You watch the snowy haired male softly question the two year old who was sat on the marble counter.

The little baby girl nods her chubby face and suddenly clasps both sides of the spoon in her tiny palms, trying to pull back the spoon that Satoru was holding, closer to her mouth, the little baby spoon seemingly containing some yogurt.

Satoru was sitting down the floor on his knees in front of the counter where your little baby was placed, The grown man was in just a pair of his checkered red sweatpants, without even a shirt on in the cold freezing temperature. All his previous scars scattered around his bare skin that ran all the way up to his face still visible well enough, One that you and your baby girl used to cry over when they were in healing process, but grew to love so much now. As you stand there and stare at them your memories took you back again to show the contrast between the once boyish dorky seventeen year old who had now grown up into the man right in front of you.

Satoru was too focused on the little girl to notice your presence, his big blue eyes staring up at the two year old who was swinging her small feet and staring back at her dad with big doe eyes.

"wait– let papa tie up kana's hair or it'll get in your mouth, baby" he smiles, giving her messy white hair that matches his, a gentle stroke. As soon as Satoru stands up, the tiny girl forwards both her hands and starts making grabby hands at the huge man.

"pa– pa! " She coos trying to reach out to him.

"c'mere my little softie" He chuckles, quickly lifting her off the counter and letting her chin fall slump on his bare shoulders, her big glowing eyes finally falls on you while she is sucking onto her thumb messily and almost drooling all over her dad's bare shoulder, Satoru who was busy looking for her little barbie hair tie couldn't seem to care at the moment.

"pa! ma– ! ma wakey !" she immediately points at you in surprise, causing your husband to immediately turn around to face you.

Your lips melt into the softest smile at your little girl's baby voice.

"morning to the best girl " you giggle, walking up to them and landing a big smooch on her forehead.

"morning honey" Your husband throws a wide lazy grin at you, his snowy white hair still tousled and messy, eyes still looking a bit puffy, signaling he too woke up not long ago.

"morning Toru bear " you smile,

he immediately leans in to try kissing you.

You try scooting away,

"Ugh, I haven't brushed yet—" you groan, trying to block his face,

"Neither have I," he shrugs with a boyish grin before stepping forward with your little girl still in his arms, proceeding to snatch a quick peck, which just slowly turns into a little kiss session.

Kana's eyes widen at the scene, and she lifts her small hand up in the air. "me– kana too! ma pa kana too! "

It makes you and Satoru pull away from each other and giggle, You both start smooching the little baby's face together who starts scrunching her nose in response.

"ma pa stink! " she immediately voices making you laugh,

"oh? no more kisses for Kana" Satoru raises a brow, starring at kana dead serious.

That makes the little girls eyes widen and bottom lips quiver before her big eyes start getting glossy.

Satoru's eyes widens at that.

"Papa was just joking! Papa will never stop giving kana big big kissies! " He tries to rock her as she continues staring at him with big sad eyes.

"ok– let's go play, let mommy wash her face! " he is about to walk away when you stop him by his arm.

"I'll take care of her, you should first go wash up" You suggest, but he shakes his head.

"I'll miss her all day once I leave for work let me spend some time" he pouts, You sigh and give a nod at that.

You watch them walk away,

standing for a bit longer at the same spot to watch your husband put the little girl who was in her cherry printed bodysuit and frilly white socks down the ground.

"it's snowingg ! " Her dad sits down the fluffy beige carpet and exclaims, pointing at the view in the window, making her looking at him with big smile,

"snoing! " she repeats after him and also pointing at the tall windows that displayed the snow covered garden with her tiny finger, before proceeding to waddle towards Satoru and climbing up on his lap to sit down on it, while still continuing to stare out at the window and swinging her little feet out of habit as Satoru starts carefully pulling back the locks of her hair, trying to tie it into mini space buns.

Your little girl suddenly looks back at her dad while practically sucking on her entire tiny fisted hand as Satoru is still doing her hairstyle.

"papa lov uh!" She innocently exclaims, throwing her tiny hands in the air, looking at him with her big round eyes, waiting for an I love you back.

Satoru's lips pull up into a big heartfelt grin.

"love you lot lot more softie" He whispers playfully making her scrunch her nose and giggle, before turning back to look outside the windows.

"papa luv kana" your baby girl continues to sing to herself while getting her hair done by her dad,

"my cutest little fairy " he mumbles to himself while continuing to do her hair.

Your heart felt so full, You got to be in heaven right now. You enjoyed every little moment they shared, hearing kana's voice in middle of the night entering your room to tap Satoru awake every time she felt scared in her room, how you will then find them both in the morning, asleep on the couch with her sprawled on his chest and drooling over it while he had his buff arms wrapped around the tiny baby but still managing to sleep soundly with her, the way you had to rip Satoru back and tell him to go get ready for work instead of cleaning Kana's snot and drool up constantly. Having to calm down Kana who would start crying bloody murder when Satoru finally gets dressed for work and stands near the doorway, waving you both a goodbye. Satoru having to always bargain with her by leaving a bunch of endless kisses all over her chubby cheeks and forehead, and also promising to watch Disney movies with her in the upcoming weekends if she stops crying when he leaves.

Oh she was definitely a daddy's girl. One that Satoru would never get tired of no matter how much of a brat she'd become. You have to hold back a laugh every time you think about how the Satoru you knew from ten years ago would react if he would have known about this information.

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star-girl69 · 2 months

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As much as I love overprotective Clarisse which believe me I DO😍😍 am I the only one who kinda wants to see a protective reader if something happens to Clarisse or even Ivy?!

I feel like Clarisse may just sit back and be Yh that’s my girl 🤭

Literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this

Also I love your writing so much it’s so goodddd I check my phone for any new posts all the time and scream when you do

TYSMMMMM BAE ILY!!!!!! been in a writing slump recently. someone else please write a mind bogglingly good clarisse fic to inspire me again. lord give me strength…

forget the fact this is 2 days late. thank y’all 🙏🙏

anyways officially adding danny to the perfect family bc I DO WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so imagine this

clarisse is participating in some sort of contest

idk roman gladiators LMAOOOO

but basically it’s like a big tournament? and yk she’s destroying eating it up cooking, whatever you will

finally she gets to like the semi-finals and atp everyone kinda knows she has it in the bag

her opponents are scared

(trust an underground betting ring was formed. everyone who bet on clarisse is thanking the gods and everyone who didn’t is shaking in their boots)

clarisse is happy bc you and the twins (danny and ivy)

are sitting right in the front row cheering her on

and she got a wonderful good luck kiss from you

so not only is she happy and thinking about that but also she’s convinced that she’ll win just bc she got a kiss from you

so the fight starts, ivy is genuinely SCREECHING at the top of her lungs she’s so me she can’t be normal about anything ever

and you and danny are just regularly cheering for her 😭

eventually someone behind you tells ivy to shut up

YOU WHIP AROUND BC WTF???

harshest death glare in the universe. like even zeus would be a little scared.

ivy doesn’t even notice she’s chill

the other person quickly shuts the fuck up.

then you turn back to watch clarisse and the fights just starting, the other dude is scared and knows his ass barely stands a chance

she’s having fun pummeling him

ugh fight scenes are hard to write

so eventually she tosses his ass to the floor

“GO MOM GO GO GO BEAT HIS ASS MOM BEAT. HIS. ASS.”

“IVY STOP FUCKING SWEARING”

and this dude, who’s laid on the ground, who knows he’s cooked, decides the best option is to grab some dirt and throw it in clarisse’s face

and no one was prepared for this

like clarisse was standing over him with her spear at his throat, smile on her face, everyone knew he was done for- THEN HE DECIDES TO PLAY DIRTY AND DO THIS???

like everyone thought clarisse had it in the bag

the rules for this competition were that you’re not allowed to use anything but your person and/or pre-approved weapon(s)

NOT EVEN CLARISSE WAS EXPECTING IT

SO SHES DISTRACTED BY THE FREAKING DIRT IN HER FACE

SO WHEN THIS BITCH KICKS HER SHE GOES DOWN

DEAD SILENT!!!!!!!

EVERYONE GASPS!!!!!!!

whispers in the crowd… “oh bro is cooked…”

(sorry i’m obsessed w saying cooked rn)

and he is cooked

but by someone unexpected.

clarisse is wiping the dirt off of her face swallowing her shame she can’t believe she got distracted and let herself fall she should have saw it coming but suddenly she hears someone screaming

she opens her eyes and sees you menacingly walking towards this dude, who’s still on the ground and scrambling away

and what’s funny it you’re yelling at him like a mother would

the crowd is giggling…

“THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES. WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT MANNERS??? WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT DECENCY??? SHAME ON YOU SHAME ON YOUR PARENTS SHAME SHAME SHAME”

clarisse is literally sitting there mouth dropped open when you grab his ear and he HOWLS

dragging him back towards clarisse, he’s kicking and screaming and literally CRYING

“HELP HELP HELP ME HELP SHE CANT SO THIS SHE CANT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG”

“YES THE FUCK I CAN YOU BROKE THE FUCKING RULES NOW APOLOGIZE YOU LAWLESS SWINE”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING PLEASE I DIDNT”

one of the apollo kids who organized the event is looking around (kinda enjoying it) but mostly very scared

“technically you did break the rules… sorry pal…”

“PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME”

obviously, this is the hottest thing clarisse has ever seen in her life.

she’s sitting back on her palms, watching in utter amazement, trying not to bite her lip

someone loving clarisse… that gets her going

someone loving clarisse enough to PROTECT HER??? she’s about to explode. EXPLODE. she’s never needed you so bad in her life LMAOOOO 😭

and this bitch is STILL refusing to apologize

like damn it’s not that hard… it’s not like you have any pride left to speak of you just got dragged around by the ear 😭😭 bro you’re cooked just apologize and get out while you can

AND YOU’RE GETTING FED UP WITH IT TOO

“hey, dumbass, why don’t you look at the stands?”

you point, and everyone follows your finger.

ivy is a literal cartoonish whirl of her pink t-shirt and the white shorts with the little trees on them

danny is holding her back (with ease, might i add he’s strong as fuck 💪)

“i’ll let her out.”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING-”

“LET HER OUT”

he barely escapes that attack.

when you finally call ivy off of her attack, she stands next to clarisse, literally growls at the dude, before hugging clarisse

clarisse is still on the ground in utter shock.

she can’t keep her eyes away from you and ivy. she can’t get rid of the GLOWING feeling in her chest

is this… what it’s like… to be loved?

WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH BITCH NOW IM THE ONE CRYING NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

danny eventually walks over and helps her up

then they all watch as you smile sweetly at this very traumatized dude and ask if he’s ready to apologize

“IMMSORRUOHGOEE IMSORHR ESEBIMS YORUUE”

(i’m sorry oh gods im sorry i’m sorry”

then you walk over to clarisse, rolling your eyes and mumbling about bad parenting, girl she pounces on you.

kisses you so hard in front of everyone

ivy and danny are hugging each other and shielding each other’s eyes, screaming, begging for you two to stop

“y/n” she breathes as she pulls away “you are… the most amazing mother, the most amazing girlfriend, and literally the love of my fucking life.”

literally twirling your hair “omg baeeeee you’re too sweet 🤭”

(y’all don’t end up leaving her cabin for a LONG time.)

after this clarisse definitely sort of realizes a whole new side of your relationship. seeing you publicly defend her like that, publicly care about her, love her, omg she is going crazy for you!!!

after this incident she definitely stops calling you her gf.

gives you a really pretty ring she got one of the hephaestus kids to make, starts calling you her wife

and nobody better have a problem w that lol or else they got two ares killing machines, one feral attack dog, and a literal mother who is not afraid to drag you by your ear.

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f1daydreamers · 6 months

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𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐑𝐮𝐧 [𝐌𝐕𝟏]

gif credits: @overtake

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being caught in the rain without an umbrella isn't fun, but when you're with Max? Fuck it.

Warnings: literally fluff and a tad bit of argumentative banter?

Word Count: 1.1k words (4 mins reading time avg)

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As you set your glass down, Max straightened in his chair. There was a restless energy radiating from him, a clear sign that he was ready to leave.

"Finished?" He inquired with a subtle hum, and you responded with a silent nod.

With grace, you retrieved your bag from the ground, rising from your seat and tucking the chair neatly back in place. The waiter, ever vigilant, collected your empty plates, and you extended your gratitude with a smile.

As you both made your way toward the exit, you acknowledged the doorman with a gracious thank you, and he obligingly held the door open for you.

However, the moment you stepped out but still shaded by the awning above, the heavens burst open, drenching the world with an unrelenting downpour.

Goosebumps instantly formed on your arms, and you shivered, the chill creeping down your body.

Max shoved his wallet back into his jacket pocket, his gaze shifting to meet your eyes as your head turned in his direction.

"M, the umbrella," you mentioned casually, expectant in your tone.

Max quirked an eyebrow. "What umbrella?" Your head swiveled entirely to face him, a glimmer of hope that his apparent confusion was part of a playful ruse.

"Very funny," you muttered, attempting a strained grin.

"What's funny?" Max inquired, genuinely perplexed by your reaction.

With an audible sigh of exasperation, you pointed skyward for emphasis. "Max, you do know what an umbrella is right?"

"Babe, I don't know what umbrella you're talking about." Max's bewilderment was written all over his furrowed brows and the slight tilt of his head, as if an invisible umbrella had eluded his understanding.

You replied as calmly as you could, "what do you mean? The umbrella, our umbrella." Unfortunately, the perplexed expression on your boyfriend's face remained unchanged, and another gust of harsh wind ruffled your body.

"I didn't bring our umbrella," Max confessed, his brows furrowing as he patted down his jacket pockets, searching for the missing item.

You crossed your arms, a mix of irritation and disappointment etched across your face. "I told you to bring the umbrella."

Max's shoulders slumped, and he withdrew his hand from his pocket, his expression reflecting regret. "No, you said you were bringing the umbrella."

Your frustration gave way to a puzzled expression as you uncrossed your arms, "I said to bring the umbrella, not that I was bringing the umbrella."

There was a brief pause, during which Max's regretful expression slowly transformed into one of realisation. He replayed the conversation in his mind and finally spoke up.

"Oh, you did say that, didn't you?" He admitted with a sheepish grin, his hand absentmindedly rubbing his neck.

"Yeah," you replied with a sigh, deciding that there was no use in getting mad now.

Max took a step closer, draping his arm around your shoulder, and you couldn't help but smile at the small gesture of warmth it gave.

"We could get a taxi," you looked up at his suggestion and scoffed. "The apartment's literally down the road."

Looking around, you pursed your lips. "We can wait here for a bit, maybe the rain will let up."

Max nodded, and you leaned your head on his shoulder as he sqeezed his arm tighter around your body. But after a few minutes of waiting, the rain showed no signs of stopping, so you both exchanged a resigned look.

Max's lips curled into a grin as his hold on you loosened, pulling his jacket off of his arms and resting it on your shoulders.

"You know what, babe? Fuck it. Let's make a run for it."

You raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden enthusiasm. "Are you insane?" Max wasn't one to refrain from sharing his weird and wonderful thoughts but this one kinda had you thinking a few screws had loosened.

His expression remained determined. "Come on. We can't stay here forever."

His proposal filled you with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but you'd be lying if you said he didn't have a point.

"Fine, but if I go down, I'm taking you with me." He smiled and extended his hand out to you.

"Deal." You chuckled, shaking his hand before he intertwined them together. As you both left the relative shelter of the awning, the relentless downpour immediately drenched you to the bone.

Your footsteps echoed through the empty, rain-slicked streets, a symphony of splashing and laughter in the otherwise silent night.

Max held your hand firmly, not letting go for a second, as if the strength of his grip could keep you both upright on the slippery pavement. His shirt stuck to his frame, and water streamed from the ends of his tousled hair.

Your clothes were heavy and clinging to your skin. Your laughter, mingling with Max's along with some curse words, echoed through the empty streets as you both raced toward your apartment complex.

By the time you reached the entrance of your apartment complex, Max pulled open the door and shut it quickly behind you.

Your hearts were racing, and you were both completely soaked. Water dripped from your hair, and you could feel it running down your skin.

Max let go of your hand, standing in the lobby of the building, panting and dripping wet. "Well, that was fun," Max said with a grin, his eyes light as he messed with his hair.

You couldn't help but smile back, your heart still pounding with exhilaration. “Yeah, fun."

With a shared chuckle, you both headed for the elevator, leaving a trail of raindrops behind you which the cleaner would probably resent you for in the morning.

He pressed the button for your floor, and the doors shut. The confined space felt cosy and intimate, and you couldn't help but meet Max's gaze with a knowing smile.

He brushed a strand of wet hair from your face, his touch gentle and tender, despite the fact that both of you were absolutely soaking.

His grin widened as you shivered, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. The taste of rainwater on your lips was sweet and refreshing, you smiled as he pulled away.

He didn't move far though, "you know," his whispering voice a little husky, "we should probably get out of these wet clothes."

You met his suggestion with a glint in your eyes. "You think? And whose idea was it to go running in the rain, hmm?"

Max laughed, a deep and hearty sound that filled the elevator. "Alright, alright, it was a team decision."

You hummed and he leaned in again, kissing you a couple more times as the elevator made its ascent.

When it finally reached your floor, you reluctantly pulled away from your boyfriend, knowing that you needed to get out and change into dry clothes.

"Next time, bring the umbrella please," you said, your smile lingering.

Max's eyes sparkled with mischief as he responded, "After that? I'm never bringing it again."

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travlersjoy444 · 6 months

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Nice Eyes

2012 Raph x Reader

Takes place in the farmhouse arc

Summary: Raph's pretty confident that no one could ever genuinely like a weird mutant turtle. But when you catch wind of this, you're…not exactly in agreement.

Warnings: Light angst/self hatred. Mostly just fluff tho

Word count: 2.5k

“Smooth move, genius.” Said Raph, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s never gonna happen Donnie! We’re mutants! She’s a human, you’re a giant talking turtle!” he exclaimed, and Donnie glared at the ground. “The sooner you get used to it, the better.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing into the room. “...Uh, guys, what, pray tell, is goin’ on here exactly?”

Raph rolled his eyes. “Nothing. Dee’s just bugging April again.”

Donnie crossed his arms, and you winced. “Aw, Dee…You okay?” you said, coming into the room to pat him on the shell reassuringly.

“...Not really.” they muttered.

“Aw Don, y’know what you need?” Raph grinned, hopping from foot to foot as he lightly punched Donnie’s plastron. “Huh? Huh? Buddy? Y’know what you need?”

“...For you to leave?” Donnie said flatly.

“Forest ninja training!” Raph beamed.

“Uh…Raph, d’ya think I could talk to you real quick first, actually?” you said, glancing at Donnie’s sad slumped over figure.

Raph’s animated jumping slowed. “It’ll be quick, right? ‘Cause these guys are rusty, and Donnie needs some stimulation!”

Donnie gave a warbling whine that sounded suspiciously like “Nooooo…”, and Raph shot them a glare.

“Really really quick, yeah.” you nodded, trying and failing to resist the smile on your face at Raph’s antics.

“Alright, if we havta.” he relented.

“Rad.” you said, nodding towards the other room, and he reluctantly followed.

“Lemme guess. I’m ‘not supposed to tell Donnie that they have no chance with April’.” Raph said tiredly as you left Donnie’s earshot.

“Nah, that’s not what I was gonna say, actually. You may have been overly blunt about that, but if you hadn’t said something, I probably woulda.” you said, waving your hand dismissively. “I just wanted to remind ya that sayin’ stuff like ‘it’s because we’re mutants and no one’ll ever like us or whatever’ is only gonna hurt Don’ in the long run.”

“Well…it’s true.” Raph mumbled. “No one ever… would like something like…my siblings and I. The quicker we all accept it, the less…sad Donnie moments there’ll be.”

And as he stared at the ground, it hit you that Raphael probably believed that.

Raphael who had only ever been able to believe that he was a freak just for existing the way he did. Raphael who had literally only made friends who weren’t scared of him in this past year. Raphael who had never ever gotten the chance to be a normal kid…

Poor Raph.

“You dumbass, remember the first thing I said to you?” you said finally, your voice coming out harsher than you meant it to.

Raph glanced up at you, a slight tinge of a darker green in his face. “Uh…you….said I have cool eyes.”

“Yeah, I said you have gorgeous eyes.” you nodded. “The reason why April doesn’t like Don is simply because she doesn’t like Don. That happens. Plenty of other people probably do find him attractive, or at least will someday. So quit fucking up his already fragile self esteem.”

“I’m not! They’re the one fucking up his own self esteem by throwing himself at April!” Raph argued, clenching his fists.

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t mean to sound like…preachy or something, I guess I’m just tryin’ to say that plenty of people probably do find you guys attractive.” you smiled.

“Like who, (Y/N)?” Raph sighed.

You shrugged. “Like I said, you have pretty eyes.”

Raph blushed again, his tired expression softening. “...You….you really think so?” his voice came out quiet and a little…shyer than it usually did.

You nodded, smiling.

He stared at you for a second, and then gently set his arms around you, pulling you into a slightly awkward hug. You bent over a bit to hug him back, but by then he had already pulled away, blushing furiously.

“Sorry- I- I swear I didn’t mean to, (Y/N)- I just…was surprised.” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his body protectively.

You smiled good-naturedly and patted his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay, dude! You’re allowed to hug me- welcome to, even. Now c’mon, you’ve got some forest ninja training to do, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah!” his eyes lit up. “(Y/N), you should come! It’s different from training in the city!”

“Ya think I’ll stand a chance at keeping up?” you said doubtfully.

“Normally? No. But Mikey and Donnie haven’t trained since like….December, and you’ve been practicing.” Raph grinned. “Plus, you know the woods better than we do. Or…better than they do, at least, I’ve been practicing.” he added with a smug smirk.

“Awesome.” you grinned.

Raph was trying and failing to get his siblings excited about forest training. But you, on the other hand, seemed hyped.

Donnie groaned and leaned against a tree, Mikey tripped over a root and didn’t get back up while mumbling something like ‘Just let the vultures eat me’, Leo supervised from the hilltop, and you…you were standing in a fighting stance, hitting the makeshift punching bag Raph had set up.

Even your stance was perfectly on point, with your right foot and right hand angled in front of your left, perfect for your left to lead the punch…you really had improved a ton in the time since he first met you. He felt himself grinning as you hit a line of quick punches.

“What’s with the dopey grin, bro-bro?” Mikey said, and Raph jolted.

“Shut up!” he yelped, punching Mikey’s arm on instinct.

You glanced up, distracted by the commotion. “Angelo! You done pretending to die?”

“Yeah, I got bored. Being dead is so boring.” Mikey sighed.

“Oh yeah? What a surprise. It’s almost like lying on the ground being pathetic isn’t as fun as forest ninja training.” Raph scoffed.

“Okay, okay. We’ll train.” Mikey groaned. “Anything to stop bein’ so boooored.”

“Yeah! That’s the spirit, Angelo!” you grinned, punching his arm.

“Ow!” he squeaked, ripping his arm back.

“Shit- sorry, I didn’t mean to hit that hard- are you okay?!” you panicked.

“Yeah, just surprised is all! Dang! Since when do you know how to punch that hard?!” Mikey exclaimed.

“Uh…since always.” you said.

“Since I taught you.” Raph said, overlapping you.

You shot him a glare, and he held his hands up innocently. “Look I’m just sayin’-”

“I’ll have you know my problem before was stamina , not power. ” you said, tossing your head, and Raph wasn’t sure if you were genuinely miffed or being purposefully overdramatic.

“Yeah, but I taught you stamina.” Raph grinned.

“You can’t teach stamina, Raphael. What you did was bug me until I trained with you every other day for the past three-and-a-half months. ” you corrected, but you were smiling too, so Raph knew you were indeed being comically overdramatic.

“But it helped, huh? I get results!” Raph said, and tried to use your shoulder as an armrest, but ultimately failed due to not being tall enough. Typical. He settled for leaning on a nearby tree instead.

“Hm. Guess I can’t argue with that.” you relented, and proceeded to show off by using his shoulder as an armrest. ( Fuck people who were taller than him… )

“Aw, you guys’ve been training without us?” Mikey cooed, leaning on Raph’s other shoulder. (What the hell?! Was Mikey taller than him now too?!)

Raph shoved him off, but let you stay. “Yeah, and it’s paid off. The resta ya are rustier than the Titantic’s butt!” he grinned, using his sai to flip Mikey off.

You snorted. “Well, to be fair, we’re not in the city anymore- they’re not used to the woods yet.”

He grinned harder. “Exactly (Y/N)! This is a new environment!” he said, lunging at Mikey and Donnie, who both screamed and dove out of the way.

They both slammed into trees, and Raph continued his speech. “No buildings, no subways. Lots of trees!”

“Ugh, tell me about it.” Mikey grumbled, rubbing his head.

“I feel ya there.” you added, rubbing your own head, and Raph realized with a wave of embarrassment that you had fallen when he darted out at his siblings.

“Oooh. Sorry (Y/N)” he winced.

“It’s fine, it’s just grass. And tree roots. Ow!” you snarked. “S’okay though, I’ll just take some ibuprofen.” you added, more seriously this time.

“Smooth move, Romeo.” Donnie said flatly from their spot on the ground as you walked away to get some pain meds from Leo.

Raph blushed. “I don’t- just- shut up! ” he snapped.

“Ooh ooh, lemme guess! You were gonna say that you ‘don’t like (Y/N)’!” Mikey said, hopping onto his feet. “Y’know, like a liar!”

Raph scowled. “Mikey, I really don’t. Besides, more importantly- (Y/N) doesn’t like me. So why would I even consider it?”

“I heard (Y/N) say your eyes are preeeettty though…” Mikey said in a singsong voice. “‘Aw Raphie, your eyes are like the shiniest of algae’!” he added, pitching his voice up in a horrible impression of you. Raph shoved him.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that!” he hissed. “And anyways, (Y/N) was just sayin’ that to be nice!”

“No I wasn’t, ya dolt!” you grinned, flicking his shell. “Get it through your thick skull, why don’tcha?”

Uh-oh.

Raph felt like his insides had turned into mush. He suddenly wished he could simply sink into the ground and never show his face ever again…

“Hi (Y/N).” said Donnie with a smirk.

“Hi Don…how’s the view from the ground?” you said, bending over to make proper eye contact with Donnie.

Raph swallowed, feeling his heart slam against his chest. It was okay, things were okay, but they didn’t feel okay… Everything was wrong and too loud and you knew-

“You okay Rafa?” you said, placing your hand on his shoulder.

Raph forced himself to take a deep breath, and put his hand on top of yours. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. These idiots just don’t know what they’re talking about.” he scoffed. You didn’t look convinced, with your eyebrows knit together and a worried frown on your face, but instead of pressing him on it, you said “Oh yeah? Sounds about right.”

Then you smirked, sticking your tongue out at Mikey, who gasped and held his hand over his heart dramatically.

“Which is why we need to train, idiots.” Raph said, shaking his head. “Hey Fearless, what do you think?”

Leo grinned, coming down the hill. “Hm… Turtle hunt. ”

Well that he could work with!

“Turtle hunt.” Raph agreed, turning back to Donnie and Mikey.

“ Turtle hunt?! ” they chorused, appalled.

“Ooh, fun. ” you beamed, hitting your fist into your palm with a loud SMACK .

“You gonna join in, Leo?” Raph said hopefully.

Leo nodded. “Yeah, I-” his smile faded as he tried to step forwards, wincing at his bad knee. “Ugh….Sorry. I guess I'm still not up to it. Enjoy your little hunt, guys.” he sighed.

Raph nodded, trying not to think too hard about Leo’s injuries and how what if he didn’t get better what if Leo couldn’t be their leader what if Raph had to lead and got his family killed by freezing up in the face of the first bad guy they came across-

“Dude!” yelled Mikey, snapping Raph out of his thoughts.

“What do you mean by ‘turtle hunt’?” Donnie said nervously.

Raph smiled. “You guys are gonna head into the forest. I'll give you a five minute head start, then (Y/N) and I hunt you down. If you can't stay hidden for at least an hour, you'll have to clean out the chicken coop.”

“I was right, this will be fun.” you said, cracking your knuckles.

“No way!”

“Not the chicken coop, man!”

“It smells like cheese fossils!”

“It's got spiders so big, they play the banjo!” Donnie and Mikey protested, overlapping each other.

“We can't clean that thing!” Donnie said, crossing their arms.

“Then get moving.” Raph grinned.

And with that, his siblings both glanced at each other and ran into the woods.

There was a beat of silence, and your smile faded.

“Hey, Rafa? You okay?” you said once Donnie and Mikey were solidly out of earshot.

“Of course! What, do I seem not okay?!” Raph said, voice cracking.

You gave him an unimpressed stare.

He glared back, crossing his arms. “I dunno what you’re on about, (Y/N).”

You held your hands up. “Okay, okay, if you say so…I guess I just worry about you sometimes, Raph. You’ve been kinda off ever since the invasion. And I mean, that’s obviously understandable, what with…everything, but like…Well. It’s none of my business, but whatever it is that you’re goin’ through…we’ve got your back, you know?” you said, shrugging.

Raph swallowed. You wouldn’t be saying that if you found out a freak like him liked you. Good lord he was as bad as Donnie…

“Or shell, or whatever.” you continued.

Heck, if you knew what he was ‘goin’ through’, you’d probably never want to talk to him ever again.

But then again…you did like his eyes, right?

Sure, but you were a human . You were only even friends with him in the first place because he’d saved you from the purple dragons months ago. The instant you found out he’d taken your kind words to heart was the instant when you’d make like basically every other human and run away screaming.

After all, you were a human, and he was a giant talking turtle. The sooner he accepted it the better, like he’d told Donnie.

“Sure, (Y/N). Sure ya do.” he said finally.

You laughed quietly. “You don’t believe me, huh? Raphael, when the hell are you gonna get it through your dumb brain that I like you? You’re my friend!”

“No I’m not!” Raph snapped. “I’m just the mutant who saved your butt once and now ya wanna make up for it or something!”

Your eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry, what? Dude! Do you think I’d be out here in the middle of nowhere sparring with you until my muscles feel like fucking jelly if I didn’t like spending time with you?! Do you think I’d constantly compliment you if I didn’t believe it? Do you think I’d care about how obviously weird you’re being if I didn’t care about your wellbeing? I don’t bloody wanna make up for anything, I wanna be around you! You specifically! I fucking love spending time with you Raphael!” you yelled.

He felt his face burn, trying to come up with a response. “-Y-Yeah?!”

“Yeah!” you snapped.

“Cool! Me too!” he yelled, glaring at you.

You blinked, deflating. “...This is a really stupid conversation.”

He nodded, facepalming. “...Yeah.”

“Can we just agree that you’re my favorite person and I’m your favorite person and move along with our day?” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

Raph smiled, shaking his head. “ Please .”

( He was your favorite person?! Him ?! Raphael?! ) (He stifled a grin.)

“C’mon, let’s hunt some turtles.” he said, reaching for his sai.

Author's note: I'm not suuuper fond of this one honestly, but y'know what? That's okay, it's decent enough. I actually wrote this back in like May or June tbh, but I've only posted it to ao3- so I figured I might as well share it here too

#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt 2012 raph x reader #raph x reader #tmnt 2012 raph #2k12 raph x reader #2k12 raph

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seungiepop · 6 months

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𝑵𝒐 𝑵𝒖𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

just a little taste

pairing: enha x best friend reader

characters: all enha members, Shin Yuna (itzy), Choi Beomgyu (TXT), and Mark lee (NCT)

caution: sexual context (only implied on the legal line), cursing, the reader is an 03’ line with sunoo and yuna

genre: social media au and one shots

wc: 1.8k

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“you really do know how to make a good cupcake..”

Yuna moaned, taking another bite of the delicious raspberry cupcake. The older girl smiled amusingly towards her friend, taking a bite of her own chocolate cupcake.

The two girls sat on their living room floor, an ashtray filled with four big nugs, a few joint papers and clean blunt leaves right in front of them as they waited for their other friends to show up. “There’s no more toilet paper in your bathroom-” a voice suddenly spoke from afar. Beomgyu walked into the living room with an empty toilet paper roll in his hands “-and I couldn’t find your trash can..”.

“Did you even try looking for it?” Yuna huffed standing up from her spot and taking the roll from his hand to throw it away.

Beomgyu shrugged, walking over to the single couch, slumping down on the soft furniture, “What time are the no nut losers coming?” he asked, pulling out his phone to look at his messages. “In a bit, Jay said he had to stop to the store for some drinks” Y/n answered before stuffing the rest of her cupcake in her mouth and cleaning off her fingers with the napkin she had.

Picking up the tray, she began to pull apart the nugs into smaller pieces before placing them in the grinder to grind them up into even smaller pieces. “So how are you planning on breaking these boys?” Beomgyu spoke, looking away from his screen to see his friend shrugging “I don’t know. I mean I know they would give in to whatever, but they might actually try on winning this stupid challenge.” Y/n has thought of many ways she could make each other give in to her shenanigans but she always knew they were very competitive and they might not be willing to cooperate so easily.

“THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED!” a sudden voice shouted from the entrance hall.

Y/n snickered watching Sunghoon tipsily walked into their living room “oh my baby!” he slurred, spotting the female on the ground. Walking towards her he leaned down to lift her chin and place a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Scrunching her face at the slight smell of alcohol on his breath she patted his cheek, cooing at his relaxed face that leaned to her sudden touch.

“you drunk my hoon?”

He shook his head “nooo, just tipsy”

Y/n chuckled at the boy and handed him one of the pre roll she had in her shirt pocket.

“Where is jay? He said he had drinks.” Yuna spoke walking out of her room. Y/n pointed towards the kitchen spotting two of the youngest members of their friend group.

“Hey Wonie!” Y/n greeted the younger boy with a smile.

The male smiled at the pretty girl standing in front of him, slightly blushing when she caressed both his dimpled cheeks “Hi noona!” he spoke in a trance, almost like he got hypnotized by her sudden touch.

Y/n went around and greeted the rest of her friends before making her way towards the kitchen to grab herself a drink, grabbing a cup from the stack she poured herself some of the liquor the boys had out on display, topping it odd with some juice she gave it a small taste. Satisfied with her drink leaned back against the kitchen drawers, her mind wondering how the hell she was going to get through all six guys in less than a month.

oh my god, im literally gonna be a whore for a stupid spider-man console.

Walking into the living room she placed her drink on the table, she asked Jay for the bong he had placed on his lap. Jay gladly handed her the glass object and lighter, telling her to be careful before continuing his conversation with Yuna, eyes not leaving her form for a second.

Y/n sat on her knees gently placing the bong on the table in-front of her. She grabbed the small bag of the grinded weed and carefully began to fill up the pipe until it was all nice and full. Her hands wrapping around the base of the bong as she began to leaned down towards the mouthpiece.

Before she was able to lean in a pair of hands grasp her loose locks, from the corner of her eye she could see Jay behind her. One hand holding her hair while the other held a half smoked blunt. Taking the opportunity she leaned down and lit up the small bowl, watching the way the water bubbled up and created the large cloud of smoke pilling up inside the glass. Taking out the bowl she inhaled the large cloud of smoke, letting it sit for a second before blowing it out.

Jay watched with hooded eyes, the girl's head leaned back against his legs, the drug slowly getting her more and more higher.

Out of all the girls he’s smoked with, Y/n had to be one of the prettiest ones yet, and to say he’s smoked with a lot of females back in his freshman year in college.

Letting go of the grip he had on her hair she opened her eyes and smiled dazedly at him “you look so pretty darling.” he softly spoke, the side of his lip curling at the sudden tint on her cheeks.

Y/n placed her hand on his thigh, moving her body so it was facing his standing one. Jay felt himself almost choke at her sudden change of position.

Is this how she would look on her knees for me? he thought.

Y/n bit back her giggle, removing her hand and holding it out “help me up please?” she sweetly smiled.

Taking her smaller hands in his he pulled her up like nothing “thank you!” reaching up she placed a kiss on the taller male's cheek.

y/n one, jay zero.

“That’s a nice way to start off— but I think you can do better.” Beomgyu spoke against his cup, taking a large chug of the strong liquid. “You think?” she hummed, tilting her head to inspect each of the guys leaning on the arm of the couch he was sitting on.

Each doing their own thing and looking stupidly hot doing too “Oh for sure! I mean look at Jungwon, the kid looked like he was going to bust a nut from a little cheek rub.”

“Leave him alone.” she hissed, pinching the side of his arm.

The older male winced, rubbing the sore spot “whatever.”

“Y/nnnn! Do you have any ointment? I’ve cut myself trying to open these jellies.”

Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion, walking over to the sitting male across from her. She leaned down to inspect his lip, noticing the small cut “poor baby-“ she cooed, pulling him up from his chin and leading him to her room “-let’s get that cleaned up.”

Closing the door behind them Y/n pointed to her bathroom letting him know she’ll be there in a minute. Grabbing the small first aid kit from her closet, noticing the mirror she walked and took a look at herself. She was still wearing her work outfit but it was cute enough to make him go crazy.

“Ok, let me see those lips, pretty boy.”

Setting the kit on the counter she turned to look over at the male who was sitting on the edge of the tub. Signaling him to pout his lip she gently started dabbing the ointment on his wound “sorry” she hummed at the small hiss he began to let out.

“All done!”

“Thank you sweet girl!” he smiled, caressing the exposed skin of her hip.

Y/n bit her lip, trying to contain herself from letting out the giggle that was trying to escape. “wait an hour before smoking again, so the ointment can set in!” she instructed. “Yes ma’am.” he hummed, sliding down his hand to her lower back pulling her closer to him.

its go time

Wrapping her arms around his neck she slightly leaned down closer to his face “does it still hurt?” she asked, looking down at the now slightly bruised lil. He shook his head no “A pretty nurse fixed it all up for me.” giggling at the nickname she kissed the corner of his lips where it began to swell. “I hope that made it better..” she whispered against his lips.

Jake stop thinking with your dick

the bet

oh but look at those glossy lips

maybe just a little taste

“Jakey…” her voice made him feel captivated like he was hypnotized.

Just a kiss jake just one tiny little kiss

Leaning in he gently placed his lips on hers, humming at the taste of the weed combined with the sweet taste of her gloss. Y/n smiled knowing she had won this one without him even knowing or did she? Deepening the kiss he placed his hand on the side of her neck. The way his tongue dipped inside her mouth made her melt, her hands making their way up to his neck, grabbing a hold of the back of his hairs, giving it a light tug.

god how can someone taste so good

Pulling the girl into his lap he brought his hand down towards her inner thighs, feeling the soft skin in his palm. This wasn’t the first time she’s done stuff like this with Jake or with any of the guys (except Ricky, gyu, and Mark of course). So just knowing how hard it was going to be for them made the bet a little more exciting.

Y/n started to rub her clothed cunt against his jeans, the fabric adding the right amount of pressure against her clit.

“Mhm, fuck-“ she panted

Jake could feel himself get hard as she grinded against him.

fuck wai-

Her hand slid down his chest down to his crotch, palming him through the rough fabric. Before Y/n could even unbuckle his belt or Jake could even pull her off him there was a loud knock on the door. Getting off his lap Y/n fixed her skirt and opened the door, an awkwardly looking beomgyu holding onto his crotch.

beomgyu i love you bro

“Sorry” he mouthed, pushing the girl over to the side not being able to hold his bladder that was seconds of exploding.

The other two walked out her room, Y/n had a faint smirk on her lips giving her only female friend a wink who gave her a questioning look passing the blunt she had on her fingers.

Yuna looked over at Jake, a pillow was covering his lower half “dude nice!”

the two girls fist bumping on the low.

“no fucking way ja-“ Sunoo laughed

“shut it!”

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Authors note: literally was turnt while typing this so I hope my high self did a good job! :)

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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part one

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Keith’s eyes burn. His shirt is soaked through and cold, and Lance is a dead weight in his arms, making his limbs dead and heavy.

Keith barely registers any of it.

As the slowly rising sun gently rouses the rest of his team, the music of the birds and the bugs dragging them from the slumber, he thinks of each of them in turn: do you know what happened to him? Do you know how badly he’s hurting?

He cuts his glance to Shiro, who sits criss-cross-applesauce on his bedroll, eyes closed and head tilted towards the sun. A small smile graces his face, and it grows as Pidge complains about everything in general and Hunk repeats everything she says in a muppet voice. Maybe Shiro understands. He —

Keith swallows, rough from the dryness of his throat. Even thinking the word sends a stab of fear through his heart, a shot of adrenaline through his veins.

Lance. Dead. Not ‘nearly’, not a close call, but — dead. Gone.

He died.

“Everything alright, dear?” asks a voice, startling Keith out of his thoughts and right out of his skin, too. Coran crouches beside him, looking immaculately groomed and put-together in his ridiculous blue silk pajamas despite the fact that Keith literally saw him roll right out of his bedroll and onto the hard ground not two minutes ago.

Truly amazing, that man.

“Fine,” Keith says, half-shocked by the hoarseness of his own voice. He glances down, looking at his right hand man, face streaked with tears, scar-covered hands clenched tightly in the fabric of Keith’s sleep shirt.

Keith deflates, sighing as he slumps forward. “Rough night,” he admits. “For…both of us.”

It’s stating the obvious. As much as Lance is visibly not okay, even in sleep, Keith doubts he looks so hot, either. He feels like the fear and hurt is pouring out of him in waves.

Coran doesn’t look surprised. He reaches forward slowly, as if waiting for Keith to stop him, and brushes gentle fingers through Lance’s hair. The movement shifts the strands, clearly showcasing the white roots.

Coran frowns, something like disappointment clouding his green eyes. Keith doubts it’s directed at either of them.

“I’ve had my suspicions for a while,” he murmurs, hand stilling in Lance’s fringe for a moment before shifting to gently trace the shape of his cheekbone, the high point of his temple. His touch is gentle, wary, wracked with guilt.

Paternal.

“Lance has been…off. For movements. He usually comes to me, if he’s hurting, even if he he just wants company. But he’s only withdrawn from all of us.” He pulls away, almost as if he has to force himself, and straightens out, stretching his legs. He looks back to Keith once he’s settled, and his expression is grim.

“I think it’s high time we show him we’re not going anywhere.”

“Yeah,” Keith agrees softly. “I don’t —” He looks at Coran, helpless and desperate. “I don’t know what to do, Coran.”

“I’ll gather the team,” the advisor assures. He runs his hands through Lance’s hair one more time, and then presses a kiss to his forehead before getting to his feet. He walks over to Shiro and leans in close. Keith doesn’t keep watching to see Shiro’s face crumple. He’s not sure he can handle it. Instead he drops his gaze back down to Lance’s sleeping face.

Over the night, one of the lightning scars has crept up the side of his neck and curved over his jaw, just like Lance had said they’d been doing.

Keith feels it when all of them really get it. He can feel the air turn sharp and electric, almost, the way you can taste it before lightning strikes. Tangy, almost. Ozone and petrichor.

It’s not a nice feeling.

Allura approaches first. She hurries over, like she’s worried something will happen if she doesn’t make it to them in seconds, but she stops right in front of them. Keith can see her bare legs out of the corner of his eye, covered in doodled pen marks of flowers and stars. She hesitates for a second, pink-painted fingernails tapping her knee, then she falls on the ground in front of them faster than Keith can blink. She pulls her knees up to her her chin, long braids falling down her shoulders. The rest of the team hesitantly sits next to her.

“I didn’t realise,” she blurts eventually. Keith flicks his head up to meet her gaze head-on, and he realizes that tears are dripping steadily down her cheeks. He’s never seen her look so upset. “I knew he was — I felt that he was hurt, that it was serious. I knew the blast was dangerous. But I didn’t —” her face crumples, and she hides her face as if she’s ashamed. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I should have checked harder. I was stressed, but that’s no exc—”

“It’s not your fault,” comes a firm voice. Lance shifts in Keith’s hold, dragging himself upright and blinking the sleep from his eyes.

He doesn’t pull away, though, shifting until he’s comfortable and then leaning back onto Keith’s chest. One of Keith’s hands is clenched tightly in his.

“I’m so sorry,” Allura begs. “Lance, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry —”

“Allura,” Lance insists again. His voice is stronger, less reedy. “You didn’t — I made that choice, ‘Llura.” He reaches forward with his free hand and gently pries Allura’s apart from where they’re clenched together, squeezing gently. “I knew what was gonna happen to me.”

“Did you?” Hunk asks quietly. Keith feels Lance tense slightly before forcing himself to relax. “Did you choose to — to die?”

Lance doesn’t say anything for a moment. And then another moment, and another. Keith feels a drop hit his hand.

“I was scared,” he admits, voice as low as a whisper. “I am scared.”

Keith feels his chin tremble, the memory of Lance pacing back and forth, hands clenched in his hair, rambling in his terror flashing fresh through his mind. He squeezes Lance tightly.

“It is scary.” Shiro hunches in slightly, angling his head to catch Lance’s eyes. He smiles, a mix of sad and comforting, when Lance’s brown eyes meet his. “I was scared, too. Felt like the pins and needles you get when you come in from the cold, but all over, and it didn’t end until it didn’t. And then I was just scared.”

“…Oh.” Lance looks stunned, like he’s realizing for the first time that he’s not alone, actually. There are people who love him, someone even who knows exactly what he went through. “I — oh.” He relaxes back into Keith’s hold. “Okay.”

“We love you, Lance,” Pidge says in a small voice. Her face is streaked with tears, too, but her eyes are determined. “I love you. A lot.”

Lance’s lips quirk up. “Love you too, Pidgey.”

They all stay there, for a while. The sun has long since risen, but they all watch the sky anyways, tracking the pale green clouds, just sitting silently with each other, happy to be together and alive.

“Thank you,” Lance whispers, too quiet for anyone else to hear. Keith glances down. Lance looks back up at him, smiling softly. His eyes don’t look fragile, anymore. It’s a relief.

“I would do anything for you.” It’s a little more than he meant to say, but he can’t help himself. Not with Lance’s eyes glowing amber in the sunlight, Lance in his hold, Lance alive and better than he was yesterday.

Lance’s smile gets a little wider. “I know.”

Hoping he’s reading things right, Keith leans in close, pausing millimetres away from Lance’s face, glancing down at his lips. He means to say something smooth, something charming, a one liner in a teen movie. But he can’t think of anything. “I want to kiss you,” he blurts out instead, like a dumbass. Immediately he winces, but Lance only laughs. He hears sniggers from the rest of the team, as well. His face reddens.

Lance’s hand moves up to rest on Keith’s cheek. “Well, chop chop then, Mullet.”

Keith doesn’t waste anymore time. He moves all the way in, pressing their lips together softly. Lance tastes of salt. Keith knows it’s from his tears, but it makes him think of the ocean. He kisses Lance again, because he can’t help himself.

“We got all the time in the world, Keith,” Lance murmurs against his lips.

“Let me kiss you anyway,” Keith begs.

He feels the curve of Lance’s grin. The rest of the team has gone conspicuously silent.

“Yeah. Okay.”

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sheeple · 11 months

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Miracles don't exist | 6: Christmas is in the air

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Nasty Ron / Soft Theodore [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

As you put the books you no longer need back onto their respective shelves, you feel a presence behind you. A silent groan escapes your lips as you turn around annoyed.

The yule ball is coming up and ─ after some awkward dancing lessons from Snape ─ everybody is hyperfocused on finding a date. Because Merlin forbids you turn up alone.

Draco has a shit-eating grin on his face as he leans against a bookshelf. "Guess who I just asked and said yes."

You give him a glare, not caring about this subject at all. "Parkinson?"

"How did you know?", he asks bewildered.

With a roll of your eyes, you turn towards him, "oh please, that girl has been giving you heart eyes since day one. If she didn't say yes, she'd be hexed."

Making your way back to your secluded corner of the library, you slump down into your chair and continue with the essay for potions. Draco, annoyingly, follows after you, taking place in the chair next to you. "I bet you also got a date."

You scoff, "who the hell would ask me?"

"Uhm, many boys would? You're good-looking", he states like it's obvious.

"I want someone to take me because they like me, not because they think I am pretty." Your whispers get harsher with each word, and you feel Madam Pince gloom behind a shelf.

Draco huffs. "Like who? One of those Durmstrang blokes that you always seem to hang out with? What's his name, Gollum?"

"It's Gjol, thank you very much. And no." You feel your cheeks head up for no particular reason.

"You can't be serious. Are you seriously wanting that big dumb hunk to ask you out? Pathetic." Draco huffs. He leans back and slumps in the chair.

Slamming your book shut, you hastily pack your bag. "I am not going to be dealing with your temper tantrum, Malfoy."

Hightailing out of the library, you ignore Madam Pince's scoldings and walk until you can't anymore. Your socks are wet as you stand to your ankles deep in snow. You run a frustrated hand over your face.

Why can't you just be left alone? Why do all these people want something of you? Your mother is in Azkaban and your father is dead, what more would people want? You're literally a child.

"Are you okay?", someone asks while they lay a hand on your shoulder.

Not noticing Theodore followed after you when he saw you leaving the library in a hurry, you yell and with one easy swoop throw him over your shoulder.

Theodore groans as he lands on his back and snow soaks through his cloak. You gasp and slap a hand over your mouth. "Theodore! I am so sorry!"

You help the brown-haired boy up, brushing the snow off his shoulders. He holds his shoulder, rubbing the sore spot he landed on. "Where did you learn that?", he chuckles.

With an awkward chuckle of your own, you scratch behind your ear. "In the summer, I snuck off every Wednesday night to go to self-defence classes in the muggle village a couple miles away. I didn't feel safe at home anymore, and since we can't use our wands outside school grounds..."

Theodore's smile falls and his eyes fill with concern. "(Y/n)..."

"It's okay! Really! You know how it is. Doesn't matter. Why did you follow me in the first place?" You shake your head, trying to switch the subject.

Theodore's frown doesn't falter completely, but it gets replaced by something more nervous. "Well... I heard you talking- I was wondering─", the boy runs a frustrated hand through his hair, "do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me? As in a date, that is..."

You are speechless, looking rather sheepish at the boy. "Is this because of what happened over the summer? Please, don't feel obliged, Theodore."

"I am one hundred per cent genuine, (Y/n). One dance, that's all I ask. After that I'm content."

"One dance?", you question, still a bit unsure.

"One dance", he confirms.

What harm can one dance do? "Okay, yeah I'll go with you."

A bright smile grows on Theodore's face. "Great. Thank you. See you in class?"

You wave as you watch him leave, and a deep breath leaves your lips in puffs of clouds. One dance can't do harm. But you don't have a dress... You told Aunt Cissy that it wasn't necessary to send one because you weren't going. But now that you have a date it's too late to send an owl home to ask for a dress.

Just as your eyes scan around the grounds, you spot a familiar trio going down to Hargit's hut. You can't believe you're doing this, but you know no other girl ─ or person at that ─ who would go dress shopping with you.

"Hermione wait up!"

While Hermione cruises the dresses at Gladrags Wizardwear, you are in the dressing room trying on all different kinds of dresses. It's a wonder she agreed to go with you, but after an encouraging nod from Harry, she agreed ─ reluctantly.

"So... who's your date actually?", she asks, pushing another dress into the fitting room.

You suck in a breath. "Theodore."

"Nott?!"

You slide open the thick velvet curtain, revealing the emerald green dress. "Yeah... he asked me. I declined at first, but he said that he only wanted one dance. That wouldn't hurt. Right?" You turn towards the Gryffindor girl, who has her arms folded over each other. "This isn't it."

"Isn't that also the guy you're supposed to marry?", she asks while you're back in the dressing room and putting on the next dress. You give a hum of confirmation.

You peek your head out of the curtain to nod. "Yup", you pop the 'p', "but he said it had nothing to do with that. What colour is your dress, by the way."

"Pink. I heard that the theme is white and silver, so I wanted something that fitted nicely with the theme."

You hum again, looking at all your options. Among the many green and black dresses, a beautiful purple iridescent flowy dress that's enchanted so that it looks like the fabric moves on its own. With a bright smile, you swing the curtains away and twirl around. "I think this is the one."

Rapping on the window makes the both of you turn around and Gjol waves excitedly at you. He enters the shop and exclaims something in his native tongue as he takes you in. Bjarne, who followed after him, chuckles and replies something back.

"Aren't you a vision? Please don't tell me you have a date for the ball."

You look at him guilty. "I'm sorry, Theodore asked me."

Gjol tsk's, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Lucky, lucky guy. Then promise me a dance."

A giggle escapes your lips as you look at Hermoine giddily. "Okay, I promise."

He excitedly kisses both of your heating-up cheeks before exiting the shop, tugging Bjarne after him and talking animatedly with his friend.

You clutch both of your cheeks, turning to Hermoine, "are all Durmstrang boys like that."

She comes close and giggles. "Yeah...", she sighs dreamily, "Victor and I- we don't really talk when we're together."

You smile brightly towards Hermione. A pang of sadness goes through your body. Even though you know it is for the best to stay away from people who aren't in your immediate circle, you miss this. Just a girlfriend to go shopping and do girly things with.

Pulling yourself away from her, you walk back towards the fitting room. "I'll get changed so I can pay and you can get back to your friends." You turn your head towards her, looking over your shoulder. "Thank you for coming with me, Hermione. You don't know how much it means to me."

You anxiously flatten any wrinkles from your dress as you walk up the stairs. Theodore came knocking at your door a while ago, asking if you were ready. But you told him to just wait for you before the Great Hall, that you were almost finished.

Daphne helped to put some stars in your hair, further adding to the ethereal look you were giving. At least, that's what she said. At first, you thought it was too much, way too formal for a school party. But Daphne, again the angel that she is, reassured you that it was the Yule Ball, for Merlin's sake!

You walk up the steps and see Theodore talking with Draco and Blaise, and when one of them points towards you. When you see the look in Theodore's eyes, you are glad you didn't chicken out.

He looks like a fish searching for food with his mouth wide open, gaping at you. Blaise whistles as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his robes.

"I like your dress robes", you say softly, feeling overwhelmed by all the stares of the people around you. They're nothing special, just black robes with a black blouse underneath and a black tie.

Finding his voice again, Theodore takes your hand and makes you spin. "Don't you just look absolutely divine? Like a Goddess descended from the heavens, gracing us humble peasants with her presence."

You feel your face heat up at his compliments and hand your face in your free hand, turning away from him to calm down your smile. Which person wouldn't like to be called so beautiful that he says you look like a Goddess?

Theodore holds out his arm and you wrap your hands around his bicep, letting him lead you into the Great Hall.

You never expected to have such fun with Theodore. He excitedly twirls you around, dipping you, and lifting you up to the music. One dance becomes two ─ with an intermission dance with Gjol ─ and before you know it, you've danced and partied hours with Theodore.

When Theodore has gone to grab the both of you drinks, you spot Harry and Ron and their dates sitting at one of the tables looking quite miserable.

"Shouldn't you be dancing?", you ask with a smile, your hands clasped behind your back.

Both boys turn towards you, one with a smile and the other annoyed. Harry shoots from his stool, straightening out his robes. He stutters out your name, "yo-you look very pretty."

You giggle, looking down. "Thank you, Harry. You look quite handsome yourself. The both of you." You smile at Ron, which sends him off.

"Shut your filthy Death Eater mouth, Black."

Theodore appears out of nowhere with his wand drawn and pointed at Ron. "Say that again, blood traitor, and I'll hex you into tomorrow." A dark, and murderous glint is in his eyes as Theodore's knuckles turn white from how hard he is gripping his wand.

Gasping, you turn around and push against his chest. "Theo! Don't!"

He glances down at you and when he sees the concerned look in your eyes, he drops his wand to his side, but not pocketing it. You grab his arm and pull him away, out of the Great Hall.

"Where are we going?", he asks as you lead him up a pair of stairs instead of to the dungeons.

You answer with a small smile, "you'll see."

After climbing some stairs and unlocking some doors, you end up on a secluded rooftop with plants and benches around. You pull him towards the bench farthest away from the door and let yourself drop down on the stone bench.

Theodore follows your lead and looks out onto the valley that surrounds Hogwarts. Suddenly, a bubbling laugh escapes him and you turn around to him with raised brows.

"You called me 'Theo'."

Heat shoots up to your cheeks and you turn back around, realising your obvious mistake. Instead, you deflect the topic. "You shouldn't threaten someone with hexing them."

Theodore rolls his eyes. "Come on, he was asking for it. Weasely called you a Death Eater!"

The name makes you flinch. Theodore drops his rigid posture and shuffles closer to you. "I'm sorry", he whispers, grabbing your hand.

You let him, dropping your head to his shoulder and enjoying the cold nipping at your skin. And before you know it, you've fallen asleep against Theodore's hot-like-a-furnace body.

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starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies · 2 years

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You’ve Got Me | J.A.

Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader

Summary: After a shitty day, the last thing you want to do is schmooze hospital donors. Your best friend finds you hiding from the crowd and makes your night better like he always does.

This is based vaguely on the Rory/Tristan scene from Gilmore girls cuz it just felt like it fit jackson

A/N: I honestly really truly hate this, but I’ve been picking it apart for literally a month and rewriting and now I feel like I’ve just gotta post it 🤷🏻‍♀️ it’s also not proofread which is becoming the usual so I’m sorry

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 950 (she a short one)

Tonight was the annual fundraising gala for Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. You couldn’t stand these events. It always felt like you were being auctioned off like some prize calf, all the posturing and showing off your accomplishments while not-so-subtly begging donors to give you money. There was nothing you liked less than a night full of small talk while wearing a tight dress.

To make the night even worse, topping off your really shitty week of bad surgical outcomes and a lost patient, your boyfriend had picked an hour ago to dump you out of the blue. So now you have to go through the small talk and begging, sad and alone.

You had hoped to make a quiet entrance and head straight to the bar before you have to deal with any obnoxious patrons or drunk coworkers, but of course you have no such luck. Less than a minute after you step into the venue, you are cornered by two middle aged men pestering you with questions about your newest research.

When you finally extricate yourself from the pair of men after an hour of them asking condescending questions and trying to mansplain your own experiment back to you, you’re about ready to have a mental breakdown. Trying to keep your cool, you shake off the conversation and set back on the path to the bar.

You take a step towards the crowd of people and then stop again. It looks so overwhelming and you're already exhausted. Would they even really miss you if you left? Deciding to take at least a few minutes for yourself, you turn the other way. You wander down a hallway, finding a bottle of champagne on an abandoned tray. A quick look to make sure no one sees, and you swipe it before heading into a small quiet sitting room that’s just off the main area.

You slump onto the floor, kicking off your shoes and taking a sip of champagne. It feels like the longest day of your life and you’re just happy to finally have a moment of peace. You listen to the music flowing quietly through the wall and lean your head back, taking a moment to process the events of the day. Lost in your thoughts you don’t even notice someone has joined you until they speak up.

“Hey, you okay?” Jackson takes a seat next to you, concern filling his green eyes.

You give your best friend a small smile. “I’m alright, long day. I’m sorry for bailing out of the party. I just got a little overwhelmed.” You give him an apologetic look. Jackson has been working so hard on this fundraiser for weeks and you know it's been taking a toll on him. You don’t want him to feel like you don’t care.

He just shakes his head. “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize, I get it. It was starting to be a bit much for me too.”

You pass him the champagne bottle and he gratefully accepts, taking a sip. “I know I was born into this life, but god is it miserable,” he jokes.

You laugh. “I don’t know how you do it, honestly. I was here for all of five minutes before I gave up and came to hide.”

The two of you joke and chat for a while longer, passing the champagne bottle between you until it’s empty.

“Hey, where’s your boyfriend? I thought he was coming with you. Is he out there looking for you?”

You shake your head looking at the ground before muttering, “He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“Why not?” Jackson questions.

“Didn’t want to be.” You shrug.

“Idiot,” he laughs. You just give him a look. “I’m serious, Y/N. He just lost the best thing that ever happened to him.”

“I don't know about that, he seemed pretty happy to end it.” You shrug. “It’s fine. If I’m being honest with myself, the relationship had been falling apart for a long time. It just sucks that it had to happen this week.” Jackson nods. “Plus I had to come to this all by myself! You know how much I hate that!”

He laughs. “Yes, I do.”

You lean your head on his shoulder with a heavy sigh. Jackson has always been your rock, through thick and thin. You’re grateful he came looking for you tonight. His presence having eased your anxiety.

“At least I’ve got you,” you tell Jackson affectionately.

His body shifts towards you and you lift your head to face him. A look passes between the two of you that you can’t quite read.

“You’ve always got me, Y/N. I’m your person.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at the intimacy of this moment. You feel as though you should look away, or say something, anything, but nothing comes out. You can’t think of anything but his soft green eyes on yours and the small smile on his lips.

And then, his lips are on yours, soft and gentle. His hand moves to gently cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. Your head feels fuzzy and all you can focus on is Jackson, feeling his warmth in every inch of your body.

The kiss is everything you dreamed of and nothing you could have imagined all at once. It conveys every emotion the two of you have been holding inside for so long. The trust, friendship, longing, and love all mixed up together.

By the time you pull away, you believe his words with every fiber of your being. Jackson Avery is your person and he always will be.

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#jackson avery #greys anatomy #jackson avery x reader #jackson avery fic #jackson avery imagine #greys anatomy fic #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy blurb #jackson avery blurb #stars writes #starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies

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songforeddiemunson · 1 year

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fluffy romantic fluff with Eddie please? Maybe he cheers up y/n with his dick. jk, nice words AND dick.

Note: I have been sitting on this anon for so long (I'm so sorry) but it did literally make me laugh out loud. Sorry to keep you waiting! I actually adapted this from a fic I wrote way back in another life for a different fandom, because I think it would be perfect for this request. Enjoy!

Grey Sky Luster

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is having a rough day and Eddie is there to help out. A shower is involved.

Warnings: 18+ [language, silliness, smut (p in v sex, a bit of fingering).] Reader's description is vague to remain inclusive.

Word Count: 1700

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This weather was shit. After battling the supermarket crowds on this busy, dreary Monday, then subsequently dealing with all the people on the roads whose minimal driving skills evaporated at the first sign of precipitation, you had finally pulled up outside of your apartment.

You wrestled the brown paper grocery bags out of the trunk of the car and slammed it shut, attempting to balance the bags on your hip. You put the car keys in your mouth to keep your hands free, and began making the treacherous approach to your apartment, carefully navigating the messy slush that had begun to accumulate in the frigid street. You saw the door to the apartment open, and Eddie’s brown curls peeked out; he caught sight of you and smiled. Your shoulders slumped in relief; you were already annoyed from the events of the afternoon, and were not thrilled about having to navigate the half-block to the flat with the bags and the ice. Eddie started trotting carefully down his steps to come meet you.

You began shuffling toward Eddie; maybe you could meet him halfway. As soon as the thought entered your head, however, your feet went out from under you, and your groceries, purse and pride all went flying in different directions.

You lay flat on your back, silently wishing into the spitting sky that fate would send a lightning bolt down to finish you off. You could feel the icy cold wetness beginning to seep into the seat of your pants and all other pressure points making contact with the ground. You turned your head and saw a can of beans rolling down the sidewalk. Could this day get any worse?

You lifted your head and saw Eddie hurrying toward you. You attempted to get one foot under you to stand, but could not gain purchase. You attempted to roll onto your side for leverage, getting yourself even more wet in the process, and were able to scramble to your knees.

Eddie had reached you and grasped one of your hands. “Babe! Are you okay?” he asked, and you could see his expression cracking; you could tell he was struggling not to laugh. You could admit to yourself it must have been quite a sight, seeing you throw everything in your arms in every possible direction before rolling around in the icy muck.

“Oh you can go ahead and laugh,” you spat, and Eddie let out a short bark of laughter, as if it was steam being carefully contained under a lid. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice quavering with the effort of remaining composed. “But if you could have seen yourself. Your limbs all sprang outward in different directions, and the bags flew…” he paused to stifle a giggle. “Babe, everything went so far. You threw them so hard before you went down…” and then Eddie started to lose it. He couldn’t contain it any longer, and he dissolved into peals of laughter.

As cranky as you felt, you knew it must have looked hilarious, and you couldn’t help but smile despite your discomfort, which consisted of being cold, soggy and wet, but thankfully uninjured. You grabbed your cackling boyfriend’s hand and he tried to pull you up, but all you succeeded in doing is pulling him down on top of you, as the angle caused Eddie to lose his footing on the slick pavement as well.

“Ah fuck!” Eddie yelled as he went down, and landed with a loud OOF. This finally made you laugh in earnest. Eddie rolled off the top of you and the two of you lay side by side for a spell, laughing into the gray, weeping sky.

Somehow, you and Eddie managed to get up and gingerly started looking for the groceries that you tried to hurl into the next county; some items had ended up half a block away on the opposite side of the street. Carefully, slowly, and not without repeated occurrences of slippage, you managed to gather up everything and made it up to your shared apartment.

“Oh my god I’m soaked and freaking freezing,” You groaned with chattering teeth once you were inside.

Eddie laughed and rubbed your arms to help warm them. “You and me both. What do you say we get into a hot shower and warm up?”

“I think that sounds sublime,” You replied, and Eddie popped into the bathroom to get the water started. He returned, and hugged you tightly to himself. “I’m sorry for laughing at you, but it was so funny. I’m so glad you’re not hurt though.”

“Thanks a lot,” You said with a dry smirk. “But…” You let your words dissipate dramatically.

“Yes?” Eddie prompted.

“We can’t enjoy a shower with all these clothes on.”

“Quite right,” Eddie agreed, feigning formality, which made you laugh.

He unzipped your jacket and pushed it off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a soggy plop. He slid his hands up your waist to push up your sweater, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. You began to tug on Eddie’s shirt, and the two of you took turns pulling off items of clothing and tossing them around the flat until you both stood naked, skin pinkened from the cold. Eddie bent to capture your lips with a kiss, and he tangled his fingers into your damp hair as he began to walk you backward toward the bathroom, where the hot water from the shower was already sending puffs of steam out into the room.

In his increased lust and haste, Eddie slipped while entering the shower with you and the two of you slammed against the shower wall. “Oof,” you gasped, and you both started giggling again.

“Why are we such a mess today?” Eddie asked nobody in particular, and bent to kiss and nuzzle your neck. He turned you around so your back was facing his front, and began trailing kisses down your back as you sighed. He leaned down to accommodate a more southerly direction before pausing.

“What is it?” You asked a little breathily.

“You’re going to have a huge bruise on your ass,” Eddie said matter-of-factly. “It’s turning black and blue from where you fell. You look like a baboon.”

You whirled around and mock-slapped Eddie lightly on the shoulder. “A baboon?! Really Eddie!”

Eddie laughed and stood up. “Don’t get me wrong,” he said, and bent to lick one of your hardened nipples. “A very. Sexy. Baboon.” Each word was punctuated by a kiss to the nipple and finished with a little suckle, making you moan lightly.

“You’re lucky I’m turned on, otherwise I don’t think I would appreciate being compared to a red-assed ape,” you said and Eddie chuckled with your nipple gently ensconced in his teeth, sending vibrations through your breast and making your shudder.

“Mmm. Monkey.” Eddie murmured.

“Are you calling me a monkey?” you half-laughed, half-yelled.

“No, dummy. Baboons are monkeys, not apes,” Eddie laughed.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, who cares right now?” you shouted, making Eddie laugh in earnest.

“How turned on are you, exactly,” Eddie said while sliding one hand between your legs and finding you already slick. “Ah, I see.”

“Pretty freaking turned on,” you replied. “So I’d prefer it if you would stop talking about monkeys and get down to business. Pretty please,” you snapped.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, and before you could draw another breath his mouth was back on yours. You kissed deeply and hungrily, your tongues sliding together, little gasps and grunts escaping you both as you made out fervently under the hot water.

Without a word, Eddie turned you around again, and you rested against the shower wall on your forearms. You bent at the waist enough to tease Eddie’s groin with your ass, and he teased your entrance with his fingers, sliding them along the length of your heat and pausing to circle your clit. You breathed erratically as he touched you, but it didn’t go on long. He straightened and positioned himself, sliding his cock along your slick and gathering your moisture before pushing into you, forcing you to reposition your arms quickly for balance as he took control. You cried out as he rutted behind you, your bare skin slapping audibly in the steamy air. He groaned as your slickness provided no resistance for his thrusts, and he was able to pick up his pace even more, pumping roughly and making you see stars.

Your climax started to build quickly, the raw desire causing all other thoughts to be tossed aside in its passion. You began to collapse against the shower wall as your limbs started to tremble with ecstasy, your moans increasing in their volume and register, and this seemed to only excite Eddie further. His own moans mingled with yours as his orgasm crashed over him, and you came together in the hot water, his thrusts growing erratic and your limbs becoming increasingly useless, water dripping from your brows, skin reddened from heat and arousal.

After catching his breath for a beat, Eddie slid out of you, and you gingerly turned around on unsteady legs. He gathered you in his arms and you stood in a gentle embrace for a little while, letting the hot water wash away the chaos of the day. After a while Eddie lifted his head to kiss you gently on the forehead.

“Whoa. That was–” he began.

“Hot?” You suggested.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie chuckled, nodding. “Literally and figuratively.”

You kissed him sweetly on the cheek. “Agreed. I’m glad to be here with you.”

“Likewise,” Eddie smiled, and then his smile grew into a broad grin. “Even if you do have a purple ass.”

“Eddie!” You yelled, and your mingled laughter could be heard from outside on the street, where a passing person wondered what could be so delightful on a shit day like this. If only they knew.

Thanks for reading! As always, likes, comments, reblogs are so appreciated.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #my writing

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love-islike-abomb · 8 days

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The First Soldier

Roman reigns x Coral (OC)

Warnings: angst, fluff, errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @jstarr86 @pittieprincess22 @romanreignshairdresser @weirdgirl16355

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She hated the new roster! The unfamiliarity was overwhelming. The hatred she had towards hunter for making Cody champion when she knew from the start the fans would turn on him and not even 24 hours later it had already started.

Roman was her rock! The glue that held the locker room together and now this new asshat was trying to take his place! She went to Hunter's office in a Rage! The sound of her knock echoed throughout the hallways. Before hunter could even say come in she's thrown the door open "what the fuck hunter?!"

"Coral calm down!" He said, coral wasnt having it "who the fuck do you think you are making that white knight politician champion?! He's a fucking asshole and fucking boring!!" Coral yelled, not Caring who heard what she said.

"Coral the fans are happy!" Hunter tried to reason.

"the fuck they are! They're already turning on him and it's not even 24 hours later! That damn ken doll needs to fucking go like the trash he is!"

"Coral don't talk about one of your coworkers like that or I'm gonna have to ask you to leave!" Hunters voice got stern, still trying to reason with coral.

"I'll do you one better! I fucking quit! Take that damn ken doll and shove it hunter!" Coral yelled walking out and slamming the door behind her. She slumped to the ground her head in her hands, tears pouring down her face.

"baby girl, don't cry!" A familiar deep voice said, making her head snap up. Her eyes locked with his "Roman!!" She yelled standing up and wrapping her arms around him! She'd never told anyone but she'd been in love with him for ages, though she was pretty sure everyone knew by the way she acted around him.

"well isnt this just precious!" A snarky voice said from behind them. Roman instantly moved coral behind him "what the fuck do you want Cody?!" Roman snarled, the corner of his lip curling.

"hunter called me to discuss plans for raw and smackdown. Hey coral since I'm champion now you gonna acknowledge me?" He laughed.

"fuck you Cody! Stupid fuckin ken doll! Go eat a cactus!" Coral screamed.

"don't be like!" He said reaching out for coral, before a large fist met his face. "Get your ugly ass hands off of her!" Roman yelled, making everyone around them turn their heads to look.

Cody swung at Roman, missing wildly giving him a chance to put Cody in a chokehold "if you so much as look at her again, I'll gut you like a fish do you understand me?!"

Roman dropped cody to the ground in a heep. Hearing the commotion hunter came running down the hall "what the fuck happened?"

"your precious champ is going to jail that's what the fuck happened! You screwed up hunter! You literally had one of the best people as champ and you threw It away for fucking views!" Coral yelled "he tried to fucking touch me and Roman beat his ass!"

"coral I'm sorry i-"

"save it hunter! You had your chance!" Coral said walking away.

Roman looked at hunter with anger written all over his face "consider this my notice. I quit to!"

"Roman don't do this! That girl isn't worth it!" Hunter yelled.

His lip curled again "maybe not to you but to me she's a worth more then you'll ever know!"

Roman caught up to coral. She smiled when she felt his hand intertwine with hers "I'll take you back to the hotel" he smiled.

"you didnt have to do that!" She smiled.

He smiled back "no but I wanted to!"

She smiled back as he pulled her close to him, looking between his eyes and his lips. A smiled formed on his face as leaned forward, closing the gap between them, his lips crashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync as he pulled her as close to him as he possibly could, never wanting to let her go. A new beginning was upon them and they were gonna take it head on!

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aetheternity · 1 year

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☆ Synopsis: Just some of the Mondstadt guys reacting to you kissing them despite the fact that you're supposed to be friends.

☆ CW: Fluffy babies getting fluffy kisses. ♡♡ Mostly cheek kisses except for Benny and Venti's♡. No Gender Specified.

☆ A/N: I literally just wanted an excuse to write for Mika.

☆ Characters: Albedo, Bennett, Mika, Razor and Venti♡

☆ You always loved the crease in his brow when he was slumped over an easel, silently spreading thin lines of blue over a nearly full canvas. A complete sky now alive before your eyes.

Albedo

☆ "It looks lovely, Bedo.." You compliment tilting your head. He simply nods allowing himself a brief non verbal response. Something to let you know he'd heard you whilst not breaking his concentration.

☆ You stood up after he'd placed his brush down. His hand balanced beneath his chin in more silent contemplation. "I can't help but feel it needs something." He remarks upon your arrival.

☆ Your attention fell from the canvas before you, taking in the soft strands blowing across Albedo's cheek. The slow tap of his index finger against the curve of his chin and the squint of his eyes. Pretty long lashes fluttering against color dappled cheeks firmly reddened by the cold. Before you could stop yourself you leaned in a little closer, pressing your lips against his awaiting cheek.

☆ The faint sound of air being quickly inhaled made you practically snap your neck away. You peered at Albedo's face for even the smallest sign of discomfort. Instead however you were quickly met with the quickest glimpse of red flooding his face. His softened gaze finally transferring from the easel to you.

☆ "Th-" another quick inhale. "Why?" He tries after seemingly picking his brain for a couple seconds. His arms droop and his eyes force themselves forward again. Though his attention had definitely been permanently snagged.

☆ You can't help the almost evil giggling you let out. "You're so wound up I figured you needed that. Come on, what're friends for after all!"

☆ He can't manage many words but he ends his silence with a simple shake of his head. "You never fail to surprise me, Name."

Bennett

☆ You feel sort of guilty for not paying attention to Bennett's current rambles. He seemed so excited too, his arms wildly moving with the pace of the story he was telling. Tiny hops sprinked in for more expression. Though you only nodded not speaking a word to cut him off nor to tell him you hadn't been listening.

☆ It wasn't that you didn't care it was just your mind had flocked to better things and now the story was officially lost on you. Your eyes trailing towards his lips, head becoming empty as you only tracked the movement of the words flowing off his tongue instead of the actual sound of the words leaving his lips.

☆ "Wha- hey.." He snickered and you quickly glanced up. Taken aback by how unshakable his expression was. A broad smile still adorning his lips as he chuckled. "You weren't listening, were you?"

☆ "Sorry Benny.." Now guilt really starts to take you over.

☆ "Ah.. hey don't worry about it. I know I can go off into long rambles. I guess I over filled your brain a bit huh.." He reaches behind his head scratching at the small baby hairs against his neck and you fight the urge to glance down at the way his shirt grasps his figure. "Anyway, change the subject what do.. WAA-" When Bennett collides with the ground he goes with a loud oomph.

☆ "Are you ok?" While this may be his usual you find that you can't stop yourself from asking the question regardless.

☆ "Ah ha.. all in a normal day." He shrugs lightly and your heart skips at how his expression can remain so diligently happy despite it all.

☆ You quickly stretch a hand out for him, however as this was Bennett you were helping up, his boot came in contact with the top of your own. His apologies stamper out as you grunt in pain and when he tries just to move his leg away he flops backwards this time taking you down with him. Regardless of the awkward angle he does manage to catch you properly though he can't save either of you from the clash of your foreheads banging like coconuts against each other. You both gasp in pain, Bennett sounding a touch more exasperated than you.

☆ "I'm so sorry, it was my fault really, I didn't mean to make us both fall. I hope you're not hurt, if you are Barbara can heal us back at the-" You note the taste of his lips as you shut him up. Warm, slightly salty, overall enjoyable. You reach out for his shoulders taking a long stare at all of his dazzled features. "I- Name.. did you hit your head too hard?" He scratches at the nape of his neck once more.

☆ "I just.. wanted to know what it'd be like.. sorry.."

☆ "Uh.. no no! I enjoyed that really! Oh wait, I hope you won't think I did that on purpose just to kiss you though because I really didn't know you were going to kiss me! And I'd never trick anyone i-"

☆ You hold for just a touch longer bringing a bolder hand up to his cheek for emphasize. The starry look in his eyes when you tug your head back making you giggle.

☆ "Yeah ok, I'll shut up.."

Mika

☆ "Ok, I'm all finished here." Mika flips his cartography book around for you to see. The margins filled with his signature anecdotes and tiny doodles.

☆ You snicker, holding out your hands. "I wanna read your notes. They're always nice."

☆ "Um, actually I think we should get going." He shuts the books quickly hugging it towards his chest. "We have more places to patrol after all."

☆ "But we're ahead of schedule. We don't have to report back for hours and it won't take me that long to read your notes." While you say it with a playful demeanor Mika looks more and more uneasy the longer the two of you stand there. "Geez what'd you write today?"

☆ "Nothing." Mika huffs speeding away, book clutched to his chest.

☆ You race up ahead of him which isn't hard considering he's got shorter legs, spreading your arms out in front of you to keep him from continuing to avoid you. Though that doesn't stop him from trying to side step you a couple times.

☆ "Name, this isn't funny.."

☆"I agree!" You scoff

☆ "Then let me go!" The longer you pressed him the stronger the color painting his cheeks became. Even though you didn't bring it up however he opted to hide it with his book. The object forcing his bangs up, splaying them awkwardly against the back of the book.

"What's the big deal?" You huff and for a moment you're met with silence. Then the tiniest whisper of unintelligible muttering. "What??"

☆ "I wrote about how nice you look today.." He allows himself to drop his book enough that you can slightly see his face. And with its current coloring it could compete with the pyro regisvine. "I don't want to ruin our friendship or our work dynamic though. So.. please forget I said anything." He almost whispers the last of his words.

☆ "You look pretty cute today yourself." You grin, you vaguely spot the tension rise in his entire body but before he can leave or run, you press a light kiss to a spot on his forehead undisturbed by his messy bangs.

☆ Now however, you're pretty sure he's not breathing.. the red trailing down his neck and the grip on his cartography book becoming inhumane. How he was even still standing was beyond you but your patrol was going to take a lot longer than what you two had been assigned.

Razor

☆ You came to visit him every now and again making sure to bring him the finest steaks your money could buy.

☆ "It'll be ready soon." You assure him.

☆ "Mm my stomach is rumbling.." He grumbles a bit.

☆ "I know hun but waiting longer will make the food better. You don't want a repeat of last time." You grimace to emphasize your words.

☆ "I remember.. I.. can wait.. I'll wait." He nods with a determined look upon his face.

☆ You smile softly, "That's the spirit." Before you really think about you lean closer giving his cheek a quick peck.

☆ His fingers reach up to pet the spot, slight confusion falling upon his face. "Kiss?" He questions "None of my friends.. kiss me.. only kisses I get are from close Lupical.. wolves.."

☆ "I guess that means I'm one of your special lupical too."

☆ Razor's frown deepens and for a moment you feel a pit form in your stomach and a smaller one within your throat. Maybe he really didn't like this kind of affection from other humans. You start to apologize but before you can he chimes up.

☆ "Then, I can give you special lupical kisses too?"

☆ You laugh, a little sigh of relief following your words. "Of course you can." You quickly offer your cheek though you find yourself grimacing a bit when he licks a long stripe up the side of your face.

Venti ♡

☆ He's got a tune he's been humming for the past half an hour. You'd simply listened as the two of you headed out of the city and towards Windrise. By the time the two of you had reached the grassy hill beneath the tree you'd finally gotten the urge to ask him.

☆ "Is this song you're singing for an upcoming performance?"

☆ "Hmm? Oh no, it's just a reminiscent kind of tune. A song from a simpler time if you will."

☆ You lay your back flat, palms up as you continue to feel the land's heartbeat. Your eyes soon shutting and your mind emptied. Venti's soft humming being the only audible noise besides the birds chirping in the treetops and the whisper of wind flowing past the two of you. You could almost allow the world to drift away.

☆ Venti's humming abruptly concludes and you hear his giggling over your head. When you blink your eyes open you're met with soft, gentle eyes. "While that song can be used as a child's lullaby I'm a little surprised at how fast it worked on you."

☆ You feel warmth fill your cheeks, "Well.. even when I am tired I don't usually have a spirited bard humming me a tune to sleep to."

☆ He laughs, "Well that's a shame. You do deserve a healthy restful slumber just like everyone else." He hums again though this time it's of contemplation. "When I have the time how about a strum you a little tune every now and then? Just to aid in your sleep."

☆ He'd laid back onto his side but even so the two of you were remarkably close. So close in fact that you could feel his breath flutter over the bridge of your nose. You leaned in just enough to close the space between the two of you, giving his nose a quick kiss atop the tip. "You're too sweet.." You mutter though that is until the full weight of what you'd done hit you and your eyes flew open.

☆ To your surprise he doesn't look upset in the slightest. He leans into you reciprocating the affection though he holds his position for a couple seconds longer. "Just rest here for a little while. The calming breeze, the soft songs of the birds and I will all help you drift away for a while.."

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littlemourningstarr · 3 months

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The Biting Cold

You hadn't seen Astarion all evening, and wondered why he had been sequestered in his tent instead of at your side. Turns out, he just hates the cold. A lot.

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Tags: Female tav/reader, budding romance, blood drinking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, sort of fluffy

The wind whipped around you as you walked from the dying embers of the campfire, rattling down to your bones. She wrapped your arms around yourself, unable to fight down a shiver. No one had expected it to be frigid, and while sitting next to Karlach by the fire had managed to make you forget briefly how cold it was, now that it was time to turn it, you were left with the wind’s bitter reminder.

You sighed, could see your breath, as you paused, glancing over at Astarion’s tent. You hadn’t seen him all evening, which was strange. He might not partake in Gale’s cooking- and thank the gods above it was Gale this evening and not Wyll- but as of late he’d taken to sitting with you and the rest of your motley crew, before going off on his own hunt for dinner.

You reached up, rubbed the chilled skin of your neck. Thought about how nice it might be to have the heat from inside you burst out, against Astarion’s tongue.

You squared your shoulders and pivoted directly towards his tent, pausing at the flap and calling out his name. You still needed to be polite after all, even if you couldn’t even benign to count the nights you had shared with him. You heard him say something, but it was lost in the wind- which was cold enough to drive you to slip into his tent without any further invitation. You had seen the glimmer of fire from outside anyway- he had a handle lit, he was still awake.

“I haven’t seen you all evening,” you started, before pausing, hunched over, half way in his tent. Astarion was sitting on his bedroll, every blanket he had piled up around him over his shoulders and even his head, looking completely miserable. The frown on his face pulled at his pretty smile lines so hard you almost wondered if he would ever have another expression again.

His eyes darted up from where they were staring at nothing on the ground to you- and for a single moment he seemed to try to pull himself together. HIs mouth moved to a neutral line, and you saw his shoulders straighten, losing their slump- but then he seemed to think better of it, seemed to realize a show was not needed, and he let his true misery show.

“Come inside, you’re letting the bloody wind in,” he mumbled. You stepped inside, the flap of his tent falling behind you, and settled on your knees in front of him. You must have stared a moment too long, because he grumbled a what.

“You look miserable,” you said, genuinely concerned. You couldn’t think of anything from the day that could have caused your favorite vampling such distress. Hells, you’d barely seen him. “What happened?”

“You have to ask?” He shifted, freed a hand from his blanket wrappings, and gestured wildly at the tent flap. “The hells could quite literally freeze over in this godsforsaken weather.”

And it clicked- Astarion was cold, probably far colder than anyone else.

Wordlessly you reached out, took his hand that he had gestured with, and held it between yours. And yes, you were still cold, but his skin was like ice, far colder than it usually was. He was cold as death.

Astarion’s fingers twitched, as if he meant to pull away, but a moment passed and he didn’t. You gave his hand a squeeze, ideas sparking in your head, before letting go and flashing a smile. Wordlessly you were up and out of his tent, missing the way his eyes tracked your exit, the hint of sadness at your departure. The silent thought that he wasn’t being very charming so of course you weren’t going to stay with him.

You ran across camp to your tent, wanting to spend as little time in the cold as possible. You gathered up your own blankets, before making the trek back, spilling back into Astarion’s tent and nearly losing your footing. The blankets spilled on the ground, and Astarion glanced down at them, before looking back up at you.

And, after a moment, giving you the smallest, real smile.

“Let’s get cozy,” you offered, turning as much as possible to make sure the tent was secured shut. Astarion shoved his blankets off, openly shivering at the loss of the heat, and attempted to smooth them out along his bedroll. You tossed your own on them, before reaching up, toying with the collar of your own shirt. “Skin to skin is best for sharing body heat,” you mused, and truly, you meant it innocently. Astarion seemed in no mood for any sort of midnight romp, and you respected that.

You just wanted to warm him up, honest.

But oh the smile he gave you- the charm was back, and the light in his eyes turned them to sunsets. You felt a quivering, deep in your belly. He could undo you with a single look, smile, breath.

“If you caused this weather just to get me out of my clothes, my sweet, then you have far outdone yourself. You could have just asked.”

You reached out, shoved his shoulder playfully, didn’t bother with a retort. He grabbed your hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed your fingertips. Despite how cold he was, your blood still burned at the affection.

When he let go of your hand you pulled at your own clothing, tossing your shirt away, kicking off your shoes. By the time you were trying to work your pants down your hips, a glance at Astarion revealed he was already undressed and under the pile of blankets, watching with a bemused smile. “You’d think with how many nights you’ve taken your clothes off for me you’d be a bit more efficient at it.”

You grabbed your discarded shirt and tossed it at him, grinning when it flopped over his head. He pulled it off, tossed it away, before reaching out, hooking an arm around you, and pulling you down onto his bedroll. His fingers slid along your side, dipped beneath the waistband of your pants, and with a practiced ease he guided the fabric over the curve of your hip. Your breath escaped, forgetting the cold and why you were here for just a moment, an ache in your core beginning to spread a delightful heat throughout your veins.

You bit your lip when his hand pulled back, glanced away as you squirmed out of the last of your clothing. As you did Astarion pushed himself up, snuffed out the candle he had lit, before disappearing beneath the blankets again.

In the dark you couldn’t see much, but you managed to feel your way to the blanket edges and slip beneath them. The moment you did Astarion’s arm curled around your waist, pulling up flush to him. You gasped, the chill of his skin giving you goosebumps- but as he tried to move slightly away at your reaction, you wrapped your arms around him, forcing him to stay skin to skin with you.

“Don’t you dare,” you breathed, as you felt his hand stroking the curve of your waist. The blankets felt heavy over you, but they were doing a quick job of keeping your body heat in. Already Astarion’s skin felt less frigid against you.

You dropped your head down onto his pillow, expected to drift off while he tried to gather himself for a nightly meditation- but after a moment you felt the weight of his head, resting against your collarbone. On instinct you gripped him a bit tighter, fingertips finding some of the scars on his back you were beginning to know all too well. You felt him nose at your throat, and your heart ached at the small, affectionate touches. Astarion could still be a bit reserved in the light, charming but still distant in a way-

But the cover of night seemed to embolden him, and it made you wonder what the both of you were dancing towards.

“You never fed on anything tonight, did you?” you asked, voice quiet now.

“I’ll live,” Astarion said softly, his breath on the crook of your neck. “Figuratively, at least.”

You laughed softly, let your fingers slide gently along his back, stroking skin that was heating up pleasantly. “Well… I’m here, so…”

You trailed off. You didn’t like the idea of him sustaining himself on nothing, no matter what he said.

He hummed his pleasure over the idea, his legs tangling with yours. You felt his lips on your neck, but instead of the points of his teeth, all you got was a gentle kiss. “That would simply be taking advantage of your hospitality, my dear.”

Your fingers clutched tighter at his back. It wouldn’t though, oh, not when you wanted it. The bite always hurt at first, but there was something nearly euphoric about it during-

Not to mention how Astarion reacted, how he could clutch at you so tightly, and knowing you could give him something, sustain him-

“I wouldn’t mind,” you whispered, so quietly it should have been lost in the howling winds outside the tent. But you knew it wasn’t, the way Astarion’s hips rolled against you, the way he mouthed at your neck again. You swallowed thickly, managed out a please, and the thread of control in him snapped.

You felt the tip of his fangs first, the moment before puncture when you could still stop him, say no and he would back off no matter how desperately starving he was. You knew this, you trusted him.

Objectively stupid, but you did.

His fangs sank in and you grimaced, the sharp sting radiating from your neck. For a moment, two, you hurt, but when his fangs were replaced with his tongue laving over the wound, a warmth spread through you, down to your fingers, your toes. You sighed as he shifted under the blankets, lying partially over you, blocking out the world outside his tent.

You let your eyes slip shut, your fingers absentmindedly tracing his scars as he drank. You were pleased that he was taking his time, letting your pulse bleed out against his tongue, barely pushing at the wound at all. He was dragging it out, and gods above you couldn’t be more pleased. The intimacy of being this close to him, of feeling like the world fell away except for the two of you- it was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.

The heat from the wound made its way through you, running hot in your veins, making you forget that you had been freezing minutes ago. You swore you could feel Astarion’s skin warming against you as well, and in pure bliss you sighed, content. The noise dragged a groan from Astarion though, made him push closer, as if he wanted to be inside your bones, nestled securely in your ribs.

“Careful darling,” he whispered, pulling just far enough from your neck to be able to speak. “You have no idea what you do to me.” As if to emphasize, he ground against you- and the noise you made, the moan that left your lips before your mind knew it was building- it was sinful and glorious, and you felt the way Astarion’s cock twitched over it.

“I think I do,” you teased, trying to compose yourself a little. You felt his mouth back on your neck, tongue working at the two small puncture wounds he’d left. The hand on your waist trailed down to your hip, squeezed it once. “You do the same to me,” you admitted- and not even a moment after you did, that hand slipped between your thighs.

You sucked at your tongue, squirming as Astarion’s fingers stroked along your lips, teasing in such a way that it could drive you to madness. You felt Astarion’s teeth scrape against your skin in excitement as he pushed passed, felt how eagerly wet you’d gotten since crawling under the covers with him.

He pulled from your neck, supported himself with his free hand- and in the split second before he kissed you, you could just make out a flush on his pale cheeks, in the dark. Your fault, in more ways than one.

The kiss was desperate, something needy but tinged with a sweetness that seemed to be seeping into your intimacy with him more and more. His tongue pushed at your lips as you spread your legs, pushed against his fingers as they rubbed your clit slowly. You let him in, tasted the iron tang of your blood on his mouth. It made you dizzy, heavy and heady like a cellar aged wine nearly forgotten.

You could kiss him endlessly. You would drown in the taste you left on his lips. You’d gladly meet oblivion if a single kiss from Astarion was your last moment- and maybe, in times not quite so heated, you could examine all that meant.

But not now.

The kiss broke as you gasped, sucked in air to lungs that were screaming. Astarion smirked, a cocky quirk to his slightly kiss reddened lips, as his fingers slid further down, left your aching clit and pushed two slowly into you. You tossed your head back, shaking as you clenched around him. He tutted, his voice so amused as he spoke.

“Already this close, darling? Why, I’ve barely even tried.”

You slid one hand up from his back, along the curve of his neck, tangled your fingers in his hair. Then you pushed, crashed his mouth to yours in something rhythmless and divine. He let you, nipped at your lips as his fingers thrust too fucking perfectly inside you, making your thighs tremble.

It wasn’t enough, not quite, but it put you so close to the edge you were dizzy. You kissed and whimpered into his mouth, tugged at his hair and felt him hiss against your tongue. His fingers moved faster, harder then, his tumb finding your clit and rubbing against it.

You arched, could handle only seconds of it, before the knot that had made its way into your belly burst. You squeezed your eyes shut, whining into the kiss, mouth pliant for Astarion’s taking as your body trembled, clenched around his fingers as if you wanted him to live inside you. The bliss rolled over you in waves, barely ebbing before it rose again.

You felt like fire.

When you finally went lax, your hand falling from Astarion’s hair, you cracked your eyes open. In the dark you could just see him, flushed from your blood and sheer arousal, eyes bright as the dying embers of your campfire.

It felt nearly impossible to make your body move, but you reached down still, grabbed his wrist and guided his hand up. The moment his fingers left you, you ached from the emptiness- but you promised yourself it wouldn’t last.

You pulled his hand to your mouth, slid his tongue fingers past your lips, sucked at them gently. Your tongue rolled over them, tasted yourself now, against the ghost of your blood from his lips. Astarion shuddered, pretty lips parting as an unneeded breath escaped him.

“You burn hotter than the hells,” he managed, a tremble to his voice. It hadn’t been there the first half dozen times you’d bedded him. But you were noticing it lately, as if something was cracking and something true was clawing its way free inside him.

You let his fingers slide from your mouth. “Don’t waste the heat,” you said, eyelids feeling heavy. You pushed yourself up on one elbow slightly, managed to reach down, ran your fingers along his stomach, until you could wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You squeezed gently, and Astarion moaned, in the same moment the wind screamed outside the tent.

Your touch was invitation enough. Astarion spread your thighs, grasped them and hiked your hips up, so he could drag his cock against your cunt. You arched, your clit swollen, sensitive from your first orgasm. Gods, the though of coming from just having him grind against you like this was divine-

But not what either of you wanted.

The control he had, to ease into you slowly on his first thrust, was something to be respected. But the moment he was flush to you, seated inside your body, you pulled him down, wrapped your arms around him and tried to kiss him. You managed to get the corner of his mouth, before he turned to meet your lips, hips moving slowly.

You could have told him not to be gentle- you had told him that, in nights past. But the intimacy here, it was crackling around you both, inching its way under your skin. The kisses were desperate and tender, and Astarion was burning against you, a heat you’re not sure you’d ever felt from his skin before.

“You’re warm,” you managed, and Astarion paused- much to your dismay- before he laughed. An honest to gods laugh.

“That is what you’re focused on right now?” he asked, and you just smiled. He pressed closer, before he thrust into you hard, made you arch, mouth falling open. “I obviously need to be trying harder, than.”

The gentleness melted away, as Astarion dipped his head. You felt his tongue, trailing up between your breasts, over your collar bone, lapping up a single trail of blood. His tongue pushed at the puncture wounds on your neck, made them ache, as he got just a little taste.

His cock throbbed inside you. You squirmed. You weren’t sure anything about you had ever aroused someone the way the taste of your blood seemed to arouse Astarion. The way anything about you seemed to arouse him.

When your mind was functioning, you could unpack that.

He nuzzled into your neck, breathed you in as your blunt nails dug at his scars. You heard your name, moaned in a way that was meant to be lost in the dark. But you’d die sooner than ever missing Astarion saying your name.

You hooked one leg over his thighs, pulling him deeper. Your body was clenching around him, wanting and wanting and wanting, so close but just not there, not yet, not quite-

“My sweet,” he managed, voice ragged, wanton, just as close as you. He lifted his head slightly, and in a voice that was nearly begging, “kiss me again.”

You kissed him as if his lungs housed your final, glorious breath. You clung to him, hips rocking rhythmlessly now, his own movements just as desperate. You felt the prick of his fangs, against your tongue, and then just enough pressure as his pelvis ground into you, against your aching clit.

Your second orgasm thrust you from reality, so far so you swore you would wake in the astral plane. The kiss broke and you never realized it, only aware that you were calling Astarion’s name over and over again, riding out the orgasm on his quick thrusts. You felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes, everything screaming in a pleasure so intense you couldn’t breathe.

And just when you thought your orgasm might begin to calm, Astarion gasped, pressed his face back into your neck, trembled as he thrust and stilled inside you. You shivered, swore you could feel a fire spreading inside you, filing you with all the heat he’d stolen from your blood.

You began to relax, felt your body turning to liquid, felt Astarion’s weight beginning to press pleasantly down on you. As your mind cleared, you realized you were almost hot beneath him and the blankets now, your spine damp against his bedroll.

Carefully, Astarion moved off of you- and oh, the feeling of him leaving your body was the worst, made you ache for more. Maybe weather night there would have been- there would have been his head between your thighs, bringing you off again until he was ready to fuck you breathlessly down into his bed roll- but not tonight.

Not with the way Astarion pulled you to him once he was settled on his side, how he tucked you into his chest. He stroked between your shoulder blades and you smiled softly, letting fatigue begin to over take you.

“Warm enough now?” you asked, trying to stifle a yawn and failing.

“Deliciously so.” He dipped down, kissed your hair. You sighed, content. “Not all of your ideas are detrimental to my health, it seems.” You smacked his side, but he only chuckled, pulled you even closer. Beneath the blankets, you tangled your legs with his, felt like you fit, as if you had been cut from the same stone. “Sleep, my sweet,” he said, into the nothingness of the night, as you were beginning to lose yourself.

And then, just as you were giving in, the last thing you heard was a very quiet, very sincere, “Thank you.”

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #astarion/tav #astarion/reader #astarion bg3

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arecaceae175 · 6 months

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“i can’t breath”, Sky and hyrule, hurtcomfort? or angst? please ;u;

HI SORRY THIS TOOK LITERALLY A MONTH TO ANSWER

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Whumptober Day 14: Flare featuring Sky, Hyrule, and Twilight

Warnings: asthma attack

Whump rating: 2/5 - Physical whump

Hyrule felt the urge to glance over his shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Sky was lagging at the back of the group. That in itself wasn't unusual, but something about Sky's demeanor was ringing anxiety bells in his head, today.

Maybe it was the way Sky's usual blinding smile was dull and dim. Or the way he had his head down, focused on his feet, instead of admiring the beauty of whichever era they landed in. Or the way he kept grimacing and rubbing his chest and clearing his throat.

Hyrule didn't want to seem like he was hovering, but he couldn't help it. He worried.

He glanced over his shoulder, and nearly tripped over his feet.

Sky was frozen, eyes blown wide and hands on his chest, struggling for breath.

"Guys!" Hyrule yelled as he ran for Sky.

As soon as he was within reach, Hyrule grabbed Sky’s upper arms to support him. Sky’s hands flew from his neck to Hyrule’s sleeve, and he gripped it until his knuckles were white. Dust billowed from the path as the others ran to join them. Sky coughed, then soundlessly gasped. He couldn’t draw a breath in.

“The dust!” Four said. “Move him!”

Hyrule’s heart was beating into his throat as he pulled Sky to the grass on the side of the path.

“I’ll get the fire. Where’s the potion?” Wild asked.

“Here,” Legend said, pulling a glass bottle out of his bag and rushing to kneel beside Wild. “I keep an extra.”

Hyrule could feel the tremors as Sky shook. Twilight came around his other side and the two of them gently lowered Sky to the ground.

“You’re gonna be just fine, Sky,” Twilight said as he pulled Sky against his chest. “Focus on my voice.”

Sky was still gasping, but sounded less like he was choking. His head fell against Twilight’s, and Hyrule noticed tears leaking out of his eyes. Hyrule scooted closer until his knees were pressed against Sky’s legs, and he tangled his fingers with Sky’s.

Warriors brought out the fire rod and added its flames to Wild’s fire. The flames burned blue, and within minutes there was steam coming out of the potion bottle.

“Sky, the potion’s ready. Can we move,” Twilight said. Sky squeezed Hyrule’s hand twice.

“He’s ready,” Hyrule said.

Twilight nodded and pulled Sky with him towards the fire. Hyrule pulled Sky’s sailcloth off his back and Wind and Time helped him hold it over Sky’s head to catch the stream. Wild and Legend made sure only the steam from the bottle went towards Sky and none of the smoke.

They, unfortunately, had become quick experts at dealing with Sky’s attacks.

The potion was potent and had Sky breathing again quickly. As his breaths calmed and the adrenaline left his body, his eyes drooped and he slumped against Twilight.

“Are you okay?” Hyrule asked.

Sky nodded and squeezed Hyrule’s hand twice again. Hyrule smiled a wobbly smile and rubbed his thumb on the back of Sky’s hand.

“We’ll make camp here, then,” Time said. He put his hand on Sky’s head and gently rubbed his hair.

“Looks like you’re not getting out of that one,�� Legend said, gesturing to Sky on top of Twilight, rapidly losing the battle against sleep.

Twilight chuckled. “Fine by me.”

#whumptober2023 #no.14 #flare #linked universe #fic #tw:#asthma #asthma attack #breathing problems #sky gets a magic inhaler #it probably contains honey and green tea #but also it's magic #bc nothing can replace an actual inhaler except magic #ace writes #whumptober #whumptober 2023

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actuallyalright · 28 days

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The Best Fright of His Life

The minute the words came out of his mouth, Jamie Carragher knew he was in trouble.

“Not to Malik!”, had slipped out of his too big mouth too easily.

Thierry turned instantly to look at Kate. Kate looked shocked, and shot back instantly, “What?! Why would you say that?” And Micah, well, even Micah didn’t chuckle. In the video he saw of the clip later, Micah’s smile drops and he looks at the ground.

It was a nightmare honestly and all he could bring himself to do was laugh in the moment. Was he about to be suspended for the second time in his professional career? Or worse, fired? Surely, Kate knew him well enough to know he was kidding. He didn’t mean it.

Jamie sat outside in his car in the parking lot after the show, head in his hands. Kate hadn’t let him speak to her in the commercial breaks or after the show. Just walked out. Thierry said goodbye to him but looked as disappointed as if Arsenal had lost a game that was theirs to win. Only Micah had given him a quick hug but didn’t ask him to the pub after. So now he was alone in his car, his stomach queasy, heart pounding, and what was this rolling down his cheeks? Was he crying? Jesus, Carragher, get yourself together!

He shook his head violently, trying to shake off the emotion. It didn’t work, of course. He glanced at his phone. It was late and he had dozens of missed calls and texts. His comment must be all over social media and he didn’t want to hear what the world had to say. Or his mates. Or anyone really.

Anyone except Gary Neville.

He scrolled through the notifications looking for Gary’s name. The bastard must be peeing himself with delight at Carra’s impending crucifixion.

No, he was being unfair. Gary had stuck by him, hadn’t he after the spitting incident. He’d fought his case with Sky executives behind closed doors, and had in public said he hoped it wouldn’t stop them from working together again. Gary was a good lad. Annoying, all the time, but good at heart. In fact, if he was being honest, his feelings towards Gary had developed into something a lot like love.

Not that Gary cared about him in the same way. His thumb pushed up at the screen but there were no more notifications and not one from Gary. The tears on his cheeks sped up at this realisation. He blew his nose on the sleeve of his nice, grey cashmere sweater and started the car. Fuck Gary. Fuck everyone. He didn’t need any of them.

He drove home slowly, taking the longest route home. What was he going to do home alone anyway? At least he couldn’t check his Twitter while he was driving. That was probably for the best.

His stomach rumbled loudly but he decided he wasn’t going to stop for a bite. Tonight, he would go to sleep sad, afraid, lonely, and hungry. It’s what he deserved.

He pulled up to his driveway close to midnight. The streetlights were dim and he was grateful for the shadowy darkness as he made his way to his front door. No neighbours to see him in this sorry state, thank god. That was a problem for future Jamie.

God, what was wrong with him? This fucking self pity trip? His vision blurred again, eyes filling up with tears. Which is why it wasn’t until he was literally right at his doorstep that he got the best fright of his life.

Jamie screamed, and his scream woke up the man slumped with his head between his knees. He looked around befuddled for a few moments before he came to his senses.

“Carra! The fuck have you been?”, said an irritated Mancunian accent.

Jamie doesn’t say anything. He can’t.

A still bleary-eyed Gary Neville looks at him and he stands up, face-to-face with Carra.

“Mate, have you been crying?”

Still no reply. Gary grabs the keys from his hand, opens the door, and gently takes Carra’s hand. He pulls him indoors and Jamie finally finds his voice.

“Gary.”

Gary rolls his eyes. Honestly, it’s worse than he thought. It’s now his turn to be quiet. He wordlessly helps get Carra out of his coat, hangs up both their coats, and guides Jamie to his living room.

Jamie feels his hand at the small of his back and his stomach flickers with warmth. When Gary pushes him onto the sofa, the spell breaks and he laughs.

He laughs like a maniac. Hysterically.

Gary sits down next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders. He doesn’t tell him to stop laughing. In fact, his face suggests he might be finding something quite amusing too.

Slowly, Jamie loses steam, and his body deflates.

“Gary,” he says again. Gary turns to look at him. “What are you doing here?”

Gary just pulls him in closer into a tight hug. And oh, Carra feels his heart expand. He melts into Gary, head on his chest, and lets himself be held. Gary runs his fingers up and down Carra’s arm for ages. Just when Jamie thinks he might be in heaven, he feels Gary’s fingers threading his hair. And that’s when his brain stops thinking.

#carraville #gary neville #jamie carragher #kate abdo #thierry henry #micah richards

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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din with the title “I hate you” 👀👀👀

ily 💌

i know i already told you how excited i was to write this but!! i literally loved it sm!! it takes place after season 2 and before the book of boba fett, and i always love a good badass reader!!

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I Hate You

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in co-” The sound of a blaster firing cut him off, and Din watched as the man in front of him slumped over onto the ground, silent and unmoving.

He waited for a moment to see who would emerge from the darkness to try and take his bounty, because this was not something unheard of when it came to the life he lived. At the end of the day it didn’t matter who killed a target, it was whoever walked their body back to the employer that got the payment in the end. But for along as he waited, the room stayed completely silent.

It was when he took one step forward that your voice filled the space. “Don’t even think about it Mando.”

“I knew it would be you,” he said, turning around to see your face as you stepped out from the shadows. Your blaster was pointed right at his chest, but he didn’t worry. As many times as he had come into contact with you, not once had he sustained serious injuries.

You stared, a cold and steely glare that he could almost feel through his heavy armor. “And what are you going to do about it?” you asked. “You should know by now that I always get what I want.”

“And I don’t take kindly to those who try to steal my prizes,” he said, his voice practically dripping with venom.

The two of you stood there in a murderous standoff, and as always, you let him make the first move. Fire billowed from one of his gauntlets, and you easily sidestepped the blast, keeping the smile on your face as you spoke. “Is that all you’ve got?”

He lunged at you, and you fired. The shot bounced off his armor as he pulled a gun from his side and shot back, the first shots missing you. The second shot sent your weapon flying across the room, and you didn’t miss a beat, dodging his punches.

It was like the two of you were perfect equals, having fought each other so many times before. He pushed, you pulled, and each hit he managed to land you got him right back. For every second he had you pulled against him, you managed to slither free from his grip. After landing a particularly strong hit on the arm that was holding you against his chest, you broke free and raced towards the target on the floor, but he was quick to slow you down. What he wasn’t expecting though, was for you to pull one of those Jedi swords out from under your cloak and deflect the blast. The room was cast in a blue hue as you artfully waved it through the air, and he knew that a gun could no longer be useful in combat against you as long as you used that blade.

“Where did you get that?” he asked, pulling his own laser sword from his belt. He had competed with you for bounties enough time to know that you were no Jedi, and yet, now he was questioning everything he knew about you.

“I could ask you the same question,” you said, nodding towards the weapon in his hands.

“This weapon is Mandalorian by nature,” he said. “I have rightful claim to it, something I can’t imagine you can say about yours.”

You shrugged, and he pulled the Dark Saber up to block your strike. The two weapons clashed as he blocked your blow, and he could feel the tension crackling through the air. “I found it on a job a few months back. No one was using it, so now it’s mine.”

You turned and pulled your saber away, only for Din to block another of your strikes. It required more concentration to battle you like this, and he didn’t want to waste much more of his time. “Why are you here?” he asked suddenly. Months had passed since he had seen you last, and so much had changed that he assumed you had simply died somewhere, or found a better life than the one you had lived before. “What do you want?”

“I’m not following you,” you said as the two of you stepped away from each other, but neither you nor him deactivated your weapon, both ready to continue fighting at a moment’s notice.

“The child is gone, so if you were hired to capture him, you’re out of luck,” Din responded. You had clashed several times when Grogu was in his care, and every time you made some snarky remark about him going soft when you saw the little creature. One of the only reasons he even allowed you to walk away each time was that you never posed any threat to the child, but if that was no longer the case, he would be willing to kill you in a second, no matter what weapon you were wielding.

“I was tracking this slime bag, same as you, I just don’t waste time telling people who won’t listen that they can take the easy way out if they want,” you said, staring him down as you spoke. “You really think so little of me, don’t you?”

“Maybe so, but when have you ever proven me wrong?”

He was shocked to see you detract your weapon, but he stood there, not sure if this was some kind of trap. “Fine,” you said, taking the tracking fob that had led you to this target off your belt and tossing it on the ground in front of him. “Take the spoils of the man I killed Mando, but this will not be the last time you and I cross paths.”

Din nodded, he knew the two of you would see each other again, it was just the nature of the job he worked and the life he lived. With one last stare in his direction, you turned and left the room, so quickly he might have missed it if he blinked, leaving Din once again standing over the dead man on the floor.

- the end -

#tori’s 2k celebration 🦀#name buddy 👑#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #star wars #star wars x reader #din djarin x gender neutral reader

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