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#slightly redesigning??#just these two for now#blaze=sand cat#makes sense to me cause the sand cats more evolved to handle heat with the fur between their paws#protecting their beans from hot sands#felt that it could protect her hands from fire tho she already seems pretty resistance to it hah#surge=lowland streaked tenrec#was looking at tenrec to study the differences between them and hedgehogs#saw this one#and immeditaly thought#yep thats surge#her redesgin is less intresting#just adding more spikes#if I were to redo it#i would def structure her spikes to better resemble the tenrec ref#thought this was cool tho!#surge fanart#surge idw#surge the tenrec#blaze#blaze the cat#blaze fanart#blaze sonic#blaze the cat fanart#fanart#sth#sonic fanart#sth fanart#sonic the hedgehog
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Borrowed Time [Din Djarin x F!Reader]
ੈ♡˳‧₊*: • Chapter 10: The Daimyo ✩࿐ ˚.✧
Summary: You are the princess of Mandalore, held hostage on your own planet by Moff Gideon and his army of Imperial troopers. Left with no choice, you send out a distress signal; a plea for protection— and who comes? None other than Din Djarin, a foundling of The Death Watch. He, by creed, is your sworn enemy. And where you have asked for his protection, he has been told by his mentor that he must marry you and gain the ability to restore Mandalore to its former glory.
Word Count: 2400
Warnings: angst (sorry!)
AN: really did not like Season 3 of The Mandalorian so consider this fic my attempt at retconning.
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Tatooine was white hot, strikingly hot, and from the second the Razor Crest emerged through the atmosphere, you felt beads of sweat begin to lace your hairline. The temperature was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. As Din flew over the plains of smooth sands, you held Grogu in your lap, your arms wrapped tight around his little body as Din prepared for landing. The little green bean had just woken up from a nap and was cooing happily, his big dark eyes gazing out at the vast landscape beneath him. He was enamoured by it all, captured by the beauty surrounding him.
“Grogu and I have spent a lot of time on Tatooine,” Din informed you plainly, bringing his gloved fingers down to the ship's control panel. You watched him as he tapped away at a few brightly coloured and flashing buttons. You admired how he could fly, and you hoped it would be something he could teach you once this war was over, if he still wanted to be with you by that point. “We’re preparing to land now. The Dune Sea isn’t too far off.”
“I’ve never been to Tatooine before,” you admitted sheepishly. You were feeling a little tired, and you wished you’d had the chance to nap alongside Grogu earlier in the day. Nonetheless, it meant you’d at least sleep well tonight.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Din muttered before pausing and adjusting the propulsions. The Razor Crest made its usual loud screeching noise as it neared the ground. “Tatooine is no place for a princess.” The word tasted like venom on his tongue, like he held some kind of resentment. He’d been distant from you the entire journey, but now as the siege neared, his mood had shifted entirely. This was indicated by his tone of voice and body language.
You hesitated before replying to your husband. Yes, you were a ‘princess’, but more than that you were a Mandalorian. Hadn’t you proved yourself to Din yet? You chose to ignore the way he’d reduced you to that stereotype and tried not to overthink it too much. No matter how hard you tried to escape from your past, he was still right. You were a princess.
You furrowed your brows together and shook your head as if to shake away those intruding feelings. If not for the temperature, you found it difficult to believe that Tatooine was populated. “People… live here?”
Din pulled on a lever and the ship started to lower.
“There are a few nearby towns. Mos Eisley, Mos Espa, Mos Pelgo… but it’s mostly just slaves and scoundrels amongst these sands. It’s a dangerous place,” The ship landed with a gentle waver and Din stood up. Before you, was a palace of some kind. It was grand and mighty, but completely different to the palace you were brought up in. “I’d like you to wait with Grogu on the ship while I speak with Fett and Shand.”
You swallowed the nervous knot in your throat and nodded in agreement. “Okay.”
You weren’t happy about letting Din go on without you, but you knew you had to trust him. After all, he trusted you.
Why did he trust you?
You were married—and yet you barely knew him—and he barely knew you. When it had only been a few weeks, could you really say that you were in love with him? You had never felt this feeling before, but even still, you did find yourself wondering. Was it all down to mere circumstances that were clouding your judgement? The past few weeks had felt like a myth… a fairy tale, but it wasn’t exactly down to fate. Your rescue was planned meticulously by the Armorer.
This is the way.
This is the way your song is written. Saved by a nobody bounty hunter and forced into an arranged marriage before you prepared for the siege to reclaim your home planet.
This is the way.
Your stomach was twisted into knots as your mind wandered, trying to fathom and make sense of everything that had happened so far. You fiddled with the ring on your finger, the ring the Armorer had forged for both you and Din, made out of steel beskar alloy. The ring that symbolised your commitment to one another.
“Din?” you wanted to ask him if he believed you were crazy—if he was having second thoughts—were you having second thoughts? The Mandalorian bared you little acknowledgement.
“Stay safe.” Your eyes followed your husband as he grabbed his blaster from the armory. He placed a hand atop Grogu’s head before bidding his child farewell, and within seconds, he was gone.
Grogu’s curious cooing interrupted your thoughts and brought you back down to reality. “You okay, little one?” you asked the child. “I think we best go find you something to eat.”
Din hadn’t visited his old friend Boba Fett in quite some time, and he’d hoped that this whole ordeal wouldn’t be too much trouble for the new Diamyo of Mos Espa. He did owe Din a favour, and though Din wasn’t exactly pleased he had to ask Fett for help, he knew he didn’t have much of a choice. When Din left the ship, he didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t offer you a kiss or even the smallest ounce of acknowledgement; he just left. You sat there in the co-pilot seat, baby in hand, wondering if you had done something wrong. Something to upset him.
But Din was overthinking too. This wasn’t him. He had never been the type of man to settle down and bear commitment. Now he had a child and a wife, and he was on his way to make Mandalorian history. He was currently sharing a bed with one of the most influential Mandalorians who ever lived. You were royalty… and he was nothing.
An independent contractor – outlaw – scoundrel… there were many words for it, and neither was nicer than the other. Din believed that you deserved better than the life he could give, and as he looked back towards the Razor Crest in the distance of the Dune Sea, he decided that once he’d helped you repossess the throne, he’d be gone. He’d take the child and leave you to lead Mandalore alone. You were strong, brave, fierce… you didn’t need him.
And if you really did like Din, he was certain that you’d get over him. He pictured you falling in love with someone else, perhaps remarrying someone regal and more important than he could ever be. It made Din want to throw up, the burning heat from the twin suns not helping with his sudden onset nausea.
Din had enjoyed every second he had spent with you, and during the times when he wasn’t with you, he had found himself wishing to get back to you. There was just something about you… energy, a force that made you so compelling. You were so easy to love. Din knew it wouldn’t be easy to leave, but it would be a sacrifice for the greater good.
He’d only hold you back.
Din swallowed his feelings for the time being and tapped on the bulkhead to Fett’s Palace that once belonged to the infamous Jabba The Hutt. A gatekeeper droid popped out of a hidden compartment above Din’s head.
“State your name and business.” The metallic voice barked.
“Din Djarin… I am a friend of Daimyo Fett. I wish to speak with him.”
The gatekeeper droid disappeared back into the bulkhead without saying a further word and left Din standing outside for a few minutes. Just as Din was about to turn his heel and head back to the ship, the bulkhead began to open with a loud screech.
Boba Fett, dressed in a dashing green Mandalorian-inspired armour, emerged from the darkness, alongside the notorious assassin Fennec Shand.
“Daimyo Fett,” greeted with respect, Din bowed in front of the new leader.
“To what do I owe this pleasure, Mando?” Boba asked, before taking off his helmet as a symbol of recognition and offering his friend a beaming smile. Din couldn’t help but smile himself. It had been too long, and he was glad to reunite with his old friend.
“I come here with a request,” Din proposed.
“Always been quick to cut to the chase,” Fennec commented, but from the smile on her lips, Din knew she was already on board.
“I’ve… found myself in a situation. On board my ship I have the Princess of Mandalore… and we’re on a mission. I’m aiding her in reclaiming the Mandalorian throne from Moff Gideon and his Imperial army.”
“Moff Gideon is alive?” Fennec’s lips parted in shock as she digested the news. She, like most others in the outer-rim, had heard rumours of his arrest and even death. But none of it was true.
“I’m afraid so, and more powerful than ever. He has the darksaber… an ancient Mandalorian weapon. We need to take him down.”
“Let me get this straight, you’re asking us to leave our safe haven here to go to war…?”
Puzzled, Din hesitated. That wasn’t the response he’d anticipated. He was so sure Boba would welcome his proposition with open arms. “Well…” Din started. He was doing this for his wife, really. The love of his life. But how was he to explain that to someone like Boba Fett?
Thankfully, he didn’t have to.
Boba placed a hand on Din’s shoulder pauldron. “You have my word, Mando. All of this… this palace… I couldn’t have done this without you. Fennec and I will help you in any way that you require.”
“I appreciate it.” Din took hold of Boba’s hand and shook it firmly, signifying a culmination of their agreement.
“So, when do we leave?” Fennec asked, already bubbling with anticipation. She loved a good fight, especially if it meant taking down Imperials.
“The princess and I leave in the morning, but Bo-Katan and The Nite Owls are en-route to Mandalore now to set up reinforcements.”
“So, what’s the princess like?” Boba nudged teasingly. “She a handful?”
You could be, at times. You were certainly high-maintenance but that was okay because Din liked maintaining you.
Din exhaled. “She’s… not bad.”
You and Grogu had been playing catch with a small rubber ball that you’d purchased from a market stall back on Nevarro. It was fun, and something to keep you and the child preoccupied while you waited for Din to return. You almost anticipated scavengers boarding the ship while you waited for your husband; an effect of his scare-mongering about the bad people amongst the sands of Tatooine. But nobody showed up. In a strange sense, you almost craved a confrontation. You weren’t afraid to get blood on your hands and you wanted to prove to Din just how strong you were. You were a fighter, and while you were thankful for his protection… you didn’t need it.
Din returned to the Crest about an hour later. He’d joined his friends for a feast while explaining to them what the plan was. Of course, he’d returned with a leg of Bantha meat for you and the child to share.
“Are they willing to help us?” you asked, your eyes wide and desperate as you awaited his response.
“They are,” Din confirmed, and his heart warmed when he watched you breathe a sigh of relief, your lips twisting into a grateful smile. “Although, Boba hasn’t had the most pleasant of encounters with Bo-Katan and her Nite Owls. That is… something to be mindful of. He will be leaving in the morning; not much earlier than us. He and Shand should will get to Mandalore before we do.”
You were so pleased and overcome with emotion. You didn’t know how Din was able to pull this off, or how he had so many allies around the galaxy who seemingly owed him favours. Your first interpretation of him was that he was cold and cruel and distant. You never expected someone like him to have friends, and yet you had been so wrong. Din was the kindest person you’d ever met. He may have disguised himself to have a heart of beskar steel, but truly, it was nothing less than pristine gold.
“Oh Din,” you ran into his arms and wrapped yourself around him. “I love you so much.”
Din didn’t move. He didn’t speak, and he stood so still that for a second, you weren’t even sure if he was breathing. You waited for him to reply, to acknowledge you and say those words back.
But he didn’t.
“You best get some sleep before we leave tomorrow.”
You blinked, and after a prolonged moment of silence, you drew yourself away from him. You couldn’t help but look up at him with wide, bewildered eyes, but decided to shake off the feeling rather than confront it. Now wasn’t the time to fight over something as menial as not saying a couple of words. It didn’t matter. Din loved you. You knew that.
He’d sworn an oath when he married you.
“O—okay.” You let your arms fall down to your sides and walked on over to Din’s quarters.
Grogu cooed in confusion as he watched you silently saunter off.
Din sighed and picked up his son before carrying him to the cockpit and sinking down into the pilot seat. He really did love you, but he knew that sharing any more sentiments would just make the ‘giving you up’ part more painful. And he’d already made his mind up.
You waited for Din to come to bed with you, but he never did. You tossed and turned and spent hours trying to fight sleep, just wanting to feel his warm body next to yours… his arms around you.
But he never came.
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If you're still accepting prompts, 42 with lighthouse au fivan please?
42. "You live to annoy me, don't you?"
The late afternoon casts hazy golden shadows through the palm trees, the cerulean waves crash ashore in thundering blasts of salt spray and white foam, and as he leans back luxuriously and digs his bare feet into the sand, Fedyor Kaminsky is happy to decide that this is, in fact, pretty much paradise. To say the goddamn least, it is a far, far cry from the pack ice, howling storms, and all the other misery of the Arctic wilderness that he went through to get here, and at his side, even Ivan looks entirely at peace, his hide browned a proper seafarer's bronze and a pair of aviator sunglasses pushed up on his nose. The Mayak rides at anchor nearby, in a sheltered cove just inside the barrier reef, and if someone motors up and demands to see their papers, they'll deal with that when it happens. But this is a secluded beach somewhere on Mexico's rugged Pacific coast, they haven't seen so much as a jet-ski in days, and the odds are low.
They've been making a leisurely peregrination since leaving Los Angeles, safe in the protection of the fake American passports and documents that Nina procured for them, and it's been a pleasant sail along Baja and into the Gulf of California to reach this point. The benefit to having your own houseboat is that you can go as far as you want and sleep wherever you please, as long as the fuel is topped up and the bilge is pumped out, and Fedyor is quite enjoying the nautical, nomadic life, as long as it doesn't come paired with sphincter-clenching terror and extremely high odds of freezing to death. He has had enough of that and then some, thanks very much.
They periodically come ashore for provisions at little Mexican seaside stalls selling vine-fresh produce and practically-still-twitching cuts of meat, where Ivan barters in his rudimentary-but-functional Spanish and they usually end up with some beer or chocolate thrown in for free since the elderly proprietress thinks they're such nice boys. (When it comes to Ivan, the jury is still decidedly out, but at least he is usually on his best manners.) And now they get to enjoy it: just them, the sun slowly going down in a riotous blazon of red and gold out west, dyeing the sea a brilliant metallic sheen like the road to El Dorado. They are presently sipping green-glass bottles of Mexican Coca-Cola, which they have been told is far superior to the American version, and somewhere off in the distance, they can hear a scratchy transistor radio playing salsa music. But here, still, their kingdom is private and sacrosanct. Perfect.
"See," Fedyor says at last, snuggling up close and putting his head on Ivan's shoulder. "This was absolutely worth abandoning your miserable freezing Soviet hovel."
Clearly the answer to this is yes, but Ivan is Ivan, and therefore cannot agree too quickly or unqualifiedly. Instead, he gives Fedyor a surly look and takes another sip of Coke. "It is... an improvement, yes."
"Master of understatement, that's you." Fedyor toes the plastic bag closer and pulls out the freshly made, cornhusk-wrapped tamales that they acquired earlier. He takes one out and helps himself to a big bite, and Ivan, after his usual suspicious sniff that precedes any taste of foreign food, follows suit. This is likewise miles better than tinned beans, ancient caviar, and bread that could be used as a hockey puck, and Fedyor chews in deep contentment. Then he swallows, gets up, and offers Ivan a hand. "Come on, let's take a stroll."
Ivan eyes him as if a walk along the beach at sunset is possibly too romantic and therefore must be a trap, but finally shrugs and gives in. So they get up and amble along the shoreline, fingers loosely linked and runnels of emerald-green saltwater periodically soaking the ragged fringe of their shorts. The day was hot enough that plenty of warmth still lingers in the water, and Fedyor grabs Ivan by the arm and pushes him straight into the next wave. Taken completely off guard, Ivan splutters, swears, disappears altogether in the break, and emerges soaking wet and looking like wrathful Poseidon. "You -- Fedyor Mikhailovich, you little -- I am going to fucking kill -- "
Fedyor giggles like a mischievous child and sprints away, as Ivan gives hot pursuit, catches him up, and pushes him into the water in turn. Of course this ends up with wrestling, and this ends up with pushing, and this ends up on their backs in the wet, shell-flecked sand, rolling over and over, uttering curses that would shock any local who happened to understand Russian, and finally comes to a halt when Fedyor pins Ivan down and kisses him thoroughly. Ivan kicks, flails, mumbles, grumbles, and otherwise registers his protests at being forced to endure this terrible indignity, but does not actually do anything remotely related to pushing Fedyor off. Instead, he kisses Fedyor back just as vigorously, and when they finally break apart due to getting an unexpected faceful of another wave, he sighs in deep resignation. "You live to annoy me, don't you, Fedya?"
"Something like that." Fedyor wriggles down hard, slow, and deliberately, causing Ivan to groan again for a different reason; their dripping-wet clothes leave little to the imagination. "But you love it."
Ivan sighs again in abject martyrdom, but the smile is still lingering on his lips, his eyes, his face, his entire soul, and it shines brighter than the golden inferno of the sky. "Yes," he says, half to himself. "Yes, I do. I do."
#sab ff#fivan#fivan ff#fic prompts#technically i am not doing the prompts anymore#but i couldn't resist this one ahem#lighthouse au#ivan x fedyor#anonymous#ask
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@forcechoosen
❝ You are under my protection. they’d need to kill me. ❞ - Brandon Stark
if they wanted her to shy away from what she felt for him, for the child that was inside her, to run to the lands where the sun shines hot, where the sand is cold and wet and the air smells of spices and cinnamon and oranges. If they wanted her to return to Starfall they are severely mistaken. Brandon’s wild back covers her from those strangers that just assaulted their carriage a hand on his sword, with men by his side. The cold wind caresses her cheeks, even clothed in heavy fur she could not help but to shiver at the touch of this element, her knuckles turn white as she grasps tightly Brandon’s cloak.
Ash’s heart beats faster and the heavy feeling in her stomach barely allows her to speak “they are your people” she whispers close to his hear. “don’t” that last word is almost exhalated, like a gasp.
the carriage they have been traveling was stuck in the mud, men around them cloaked their faces covered with dirt and cold and hunger, one of them even lacked the front teeth. The sun -- if we can call it that shun behind grey clouds, violet eyes squint at its beans. Her lips partly open “don’t be so hasty, my love”
#➸ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴅ ( answers )#forcechoosen#➸ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅy ᴏꜰ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀꜰᴇʟʟ ( verse 3 )#➸ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅy ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜰᴀʟʟ ( Brandon & Ashara )
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Volcano Boarding at Cerro Negro: The Climb
La Posada del Doctor, where we were staying, offered a breakfast for about $8 but I felt that was pretty steep for rice and beans in Leon, Nicaragua so I quietly asked around if some of the others wanted to try my selected breakfast/coffee spot Mañana Mañana. I was careful not to broadcast to the group as I didn't want everyone to join and overwhelm the small cafe at 7am with 15 people but asked Deme, as I knew she liked morning flat whites like me, and Tyrza as she had asked me about my breakfast plans. Deme decided to sleep in as she had gone out to more bars with the brothers, Georgi, and Emily after Sundance had wrapped up around 9pm. Tyrza and I headed down and then Flora and Savannah arrived a little bit after we had ordered. Tyrza and I both went for the pancakes with fruit and I had a flat white. Everything was about where my expectations were for a randomly selected breakfast cafe in Leon so not too bad! The girls shared a waffle and Tyrza and I headed back as soon as we were finished so that we could finish packing our bags and get them into Walter's room so we could check out and go volcano boarding with our guide Franklin. Despite signing up, Georgi, Max, and Charlie decided to keep sleeping off their hangover and didn't join us for the activity so the two cars allowed a lot more space for us all to spread out in the back. It took about half an hour to get all the way out to Cerro Negro (Black hill) to the volcano we would be climbing up and then boarding down. Franklin and his helpers unloaded all the gear and boards from the top of the cars and gave us all a volcano board (big piece of wood with a rope handle) and a hand-sewn denim bag with our protective suits inside to carry. We had the option of paying a porter $5 to carry the stuff up to the top for us but none of us went for this. It was warm but not unbearably hot and not the steepest climb either, I'd say the conditions were actually easier than the hike in Cerro Verde even though we were carrying a board. The scenery was magnificent - we were on the black sand volcano surrounded by lush greenery, mountains, trees, and sky. Franklin had the beats going on his portable speaker and took photos and videos of us on his phone with a special steadycam holder attachment. We took a break part way up and could walk through the crater where we put our hands over warm steam pockets and took photos with the "King Kong" rock formation. It probably took us about 45-60 minutes to reach the top of the volcano and finally it was time to suit up in our (also hand-sewn) protective denim suits, gloves and glasses and then go for it!
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Cookie Dough Cheesecake
Ingredients
For the Crust:
1 ¼ Cups Annies Mini Chocolate Chip Cookies, crushed to fine crumbs
¼ Cup Salted Butter, melted
2 Tablespoons Granulated Sugar
For the Filling:
24 Ounces Cream Cheese, softened to room temperature
1 ½ Cups Dark Brown Sugar (golden or light would work too), packed
⅔ Cup Heavy Cream
1 Tablespoon Pure Vanilla Bean Paste or Extract
3 Large Eggs, room temperature
1 Cup Mini Chocolate Chips
For the Edible Cookie Dough:
½ Cup Salted Butter, softened
¼ Cup Granulated Sugar
¼ Cup Dark Brown Sugar, packed (golden or light would work too)
¼ Cup Heavy Cream
½ Teaspoon Salt
1 ¼ Cup All Purpose Flour*
¾ Cup Mini Chocolate Chips
For the Ganache:
¼ Cup Heavy Cream
½ Cup Semisweet Chips or Chunks
For the Buttercream:
¼ Cup Salted Butter, softened
2 Tablespoons Dark Brown Sugar, packed (golden or light would work too), packed
½ Teaspoon Pure Vanilla Bean Paste or Extract
½ Cup Powdered Sugar
Splash Of Heavy Cream
Instructions
For the crust:
Place the cookies in a food processor, and blend to fine crumbs. Alternatively you can use a gallon baggie and a rolling pin, and crushed by hand.
Mix the crumbs and the butter until the texture is like coarse sand. Press the crust into your parchment lined 9-inch spring-foam cheesecake pan, using the back end of a measuring cup or glass if needed to ensure it is firmly and evenly covering the pan and sides. Set this aside while you make the filling.
For the cheesecake filling:
Beat the cream cheese and brown sugar on medium for about 2 minutes. Add the heavy cream and vanilla, and mix to incorporate. Add the eggs and mix until just incorporated. Do not overmix this part. Gently fold in the chips.
Pour the cheesecake filling into the prepared pan. Line the outer bottom and edges of the cheesecake pan to protect it from any water getting in through the water bath.
Place the cheesecake pan into a slightly larger pan (I used a 10-inch round cake pan). Pour enough water into the pan to cover about an inch. Bake the cheesecake At 350° for 1 hour and 45 minutes. If your cheesecake is browning too fast, dome some foil over the top hallways through.
Cheesecake should be mostly set and golden on the edges but slightly jiggly in the middle. It will set up further as it cools. Allow it to cool at room temperature for about thirty minutes. Refrigerate for an additional 2-3 hours or overnight.
Make the edible cookie dough:
Cream the butter and both sugars together in a small bowl. Add the heavy cream and mix well. Add the dry ingredients and mix until no powder remains. Gently fold in the mini chocolate chips.
Roll into 2-tbsp balls and refrigerate while you make the ganache and buttercream.
Make the ganache:
Heat the heavy cream in the microwave safe bowl for 30 seconds or until hot, but not bubbling. Please the semisweet chips into the hot bowl of cream, and ensure that all of the chips are covered. Let this stand for five minutes, and then whisk until the ganache is smooth.
Pour the ganache over the chilled cheesecake and pop it back into the refrigerator for about 20 minutes for the ganache to set while you make the buttercream.
Make the buttercream:
Combine all ingredient in a small bowl and mix well with a standing or hand mixer.
Pipe or spread onto the Cheescake between the cookie dough balls. Top with additional mini chips and cookie crumbs if desired.
Slice and serve. Store covered in the refrigerator for up to 4 days.
Enjoy!
*It has been said that there is a small risk of E. coli when consuming raw flour. If this concerns you, microwave your flour for 1 minute 15 seconds, or until a 160° temperature is reached. Allow it to cool completely and proceed with the edible cookie dough recipe.
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Scalding Sands Infopost
I just felt like compiling the info we got from the Al’ab Nariya event into one post. The Scalding Sands very much emulates the UAE and especially the city Dubai.
Scalding Sands
A peninsula country, with several resort hotels and high-end estate close to its coasts.
History and Climate
In its past, the Scalding Sands suffered intense heat with little to no rainfall, being mostly desert with great poverty. For a long time, camels were important modes of transportation, capable of traveling far distances without needing water.
However, through trading spice (such as cardamom, turmeric, and saffron), textiles, art, and furniture, the Scalding Sands’ economic state improved greatly, allowing quality of life improvements as well. The Asim family is said to have been the first to initiate marine trade, despite the lack of accurate nautical maps to work with.
The Asims further improved trade via converting natural rivers into canals, paving the areas around the canals, and establishing roads for more effective and faster domestic trade. Their progress led to their improved economic state and importance to the Scalding Sands as a whole.
Silk City developed as a central trading point, alongside advanced technology and waterscapes to bring more water to the country and improve living conditions. These advancements led to a growing population, improved economy, and trade, and later became popular for tourism.
Part of the advancements include a weather divination tool based off the Sorcerer of the Desert’s ancient artificial thunder device.
Finding suitable lumber for buildings against the sun’s heat was a challenge, thus the city’s construction depends on light-coloured stone to repel heat, becoming a noteworthy trait of Scalding Sands’ architecture.
With its growing economy, the Scalding Sands constructs multiple modern architecture, however Silk City retains strong traditional architectural designs, with the Asim Palace being a focal point.
When constructing new buildings, it’s often recommended to build them in the country’s traditional manner, to retain its traditional and historical allure to tourists.
Wearing long sleeves and layers helps protect the skin from the sun, made with breathable fabrics for comfort.
Al’ab Nariya –
A holiday celebrating the marriage of the princess and street rat, a union that transcended social class. To celebrate their love, the genie launched fireworks. Peacock green, the colour the princess always wore, stands as the most popular colour in the Scalding Sands, and many people wear headwraps in the colour alongside an enlarged jasmine flower, known as the flower the young man gave the princess.
Silk City holds an annual famous fireworks festival for the holiday, featuring lamp and scarab-shaped fireworks.
The Asim family makes special attire for the holiday every year, with high-quality fabric. Just the headwrap’s yasmina silk alone costs 100k madol for a piece.
Yasmina River Fireworks Display
A popular holiday festival with impressive fireworks displayed by a river. In Silk City, the celebration brings in many tourists and hots food stalls and a lively bazaar that sells food and sweets from all over the country.
The responsibility of organising the event rotates between the noble families within Scalding Sands, considered an honour.
The venue features stone bleachers by the river for the public and canopy sitting areas for the family that organises the event and their guests. Majority of the canopies have fabric in peacock green, with other canopies in the Sorcerer’s famous crimson red colour.
Cultural Fast Facts
Vases to store rice, coffee beans, tea leaves, and other supplies are important to the country. The vases are said to be charms that protect against evil spirits and bring good luck. According to legend, the young man hid in a large vase to escape pursuers.
Balancing wooden animal figures is a popular game for children.
For guests, the host serves a specially brewed type of sweet tea as a sign of luxury.
Magic carpets are considered national treasures, and the one owned by the Asim family is a replica of a historical magic carpet and now a family heirloom.
Scalding Sands has a high amount of people who own cars, which, between robust roadwork and multiple drive-thru shops that don’t require leaving your car, makes it easier to withstand and escape the heat.
Supercars are extremely popular, being cars highly decorated and personalised by their owners, and people can be particular about their licence plate numbers, with lower numbers and the same numbers in a row as most popular, bought at high prices in auctions at road transport bureaus.
Hour glasses have both a functional usage and considered lucky charms. Different coloured sands have different properties and origins.
Peacock green – inspired by the princess’ cleverness. It brings academic success.
Crimson red – inspired by the Sorcerer of the Desert’s clothing and his great contributions to the country. It brings improved concentration and focus.
Gold porcelain cups and glass cups for ice cream are the most popular souvenirs in Scalding Sands. Because of the popularity of tea and coffee, many shops sell tea sets.
Silk City
Jamil and Kalim’s birthplace and the Asims’ official residence. Despite not being the largest city of the country, Silk City maintains a vital role in the country’s political and economical structure, and is central to its international and domestic trade. Its most notable trading product is its yasmina silk, a high quality fabric from which the city earned its name, being popular countrywide.
The city lies within the heart of the country, being both an important trade spot and popular tourist location. A canal runs through the city, with many boats coming and going all the time. Fresh fish are delivered daily from the coast via the canal. Other traditional boats, like ferries with triangular roofs, travel through as well, both for locals and tourists. The canal is vital to Silk City’s prosperity and comfort, with its vapours preventing the air from becoming too dry and lessening harsh, drastic temperature changes between day and night.
Much of the Scalding Sands remains inhabitable due to severe desert conditions. The canal became central to its people, and Silk City grew into a major city, named after its specialty in trading silk goods. Despite being neither the largest city nor the country’s capital, it remains home to many government officials and central to its economy.
Because of the high volume of tourism and heat, most locals wait until early mornings or late evenings to go outside. The sun gets much hotter midday. Silk City also has mist showers installed throughout its streets, and is relatively cooler compared to other places in Scalding Sands. Bazaars and shops all stay in the shade with roofs and tents.
Camel Bazaar
A local bazaar in Silk City to buy fresh produce such as starfruit and dragonfruit, spices, and seafood. The stall got its name from its history as an oasis, with travelers and their camels resting after long travels. Businesses gradually developed a thriving market scene.
Several stalls also sell street food, which become more abundant during the holiday with high tourist activity. A special fruit shop opens during the festival and has many delicious silk melons, selling it sliced in half and topped with homemade ice cream. Has a small bakery that sells a variety of bread.
Zahab Market
Literally Gold Market, sells produce, drinks, textiles, utensils, and souvenirs. Located in Silk City, Zahab Market is one of the most important markets in the country. The market sells high-end products and thus items sell for expensive prices.
Pickpockets are known to steal from unaware tourists and wealthy people. It also has an area dedicated to street performers of a wide variety. Alongside luxurious items and souvenirs, there's multiple textile shops and a shop that sells traditional instruments such as the sitar and pungi.
Journey Shirt – a popular tourist souvenir sold in the Zehab Market. Legend says the genie wore it every time he traveled. The colour represents the excitement of traveling. Very popular with tourists.
Asim Estate
A massive residential and political building housing the noble merchant Asim family. Tourists visit via bus and taxi daily to visit its property. It has a large private park and ten separate treasuries. The treasures are categorized by quality and history, with family heirlooms residing in the first treasure vault, including the magic carpet.
Acts as both a residential and major political building, with Kalim’s father overseeing several political and economic discussions. Alongside its governmental role, the building also hosts noble audiences and ceremonies.
When Kalim enrolled in Night Raven College, the Asim family paid for renovating Scarabia dorm, and its current state strongly resembles Asim Palace, implementing its symmetrical design and domed buildings.
Asim Park
A large park owned by the Asim family.
There’s a covered path that leads to the park, with a fountain peacock as its centrepiece. Once every hour, the fountain water mimics the peacock’s feathers by releasing a lot of water at once, and at night it glows with different colours.
Many camels, elephants, and giraffes roam freely within the park, and tourists can ride them for sightseeing. Initially, they were kept in cages, but after an incident where Kalim let them out of their cages and sent all the servants in a frenzy, the animals were allowed to roam outside to avoid further complications.
Cuisine
(for this section I explicitly name some foods despite them having no explicit name in the event, based off the descriptions of the foods themselves and referencing my own knowledge)
Growing the fruits in a place with little water makes them taste better. However, developing a harvest in such harsh conditions led to many failures in the past. Only through persistence of the past did produce become so plentiful. Scalding Sands, and notably Silk City, now boast high-quality fresh produce. As a peninsula country, Scalding Sands has high-quality and popular seafood.
Locals love coffee and black tea, and there are several coffee shops in Silk City. Spice coffee is famous in Scalding Sands and has a unique taste. Light roast is most common, using cardamon spice for a strong flavour. Most people prefer drinking it with candy.
Some stores even have coffee readings, fortune telling using the leftover coffee grinds in the cup to read someone's fortune. After finishing the coffee, you cover the cup with a saucer and flip it over, and the person will read the arrangement of the coffee sediment. You then press the bottom of the cup and ask your question.
According to Jamil, locals can drink about ten cups of black tea daily. It's a very bitter tea, often eaten with sugar or candy. Often a staple of one’s everyday meal.
Dried fruits such as dates are popular as well.
Bread - a staple food of the country with various kinds such as pita and kuboos. During the festival, ‘tower baguettes’, the size of a small child, are very popular. As there is so much bread, you’re meant to share it with others. There’s a saying that if you eat a tower baguette, you won’t starve for the rest of your life. The origin of the tower baguette details the young man sharing bread with other poor children.
Coconut juice – popular beverage. The upper half of the coconut it cut open, allowing people to drink directly from the shell. After drinking, people will break open the shell and scoop out the flesh to eat.
Dondurma ice cream or booza – a stretchy ice cream. Sellers enjoy playing tricks on tourists to impress them.
Baba ganoush - sauce made with eggplant and sesame seeds, alongside other ingredients. Often used as a spread with various vegetables.
Lokma – fried dough pastry.
Islak – a slider-sized burger with meat, popular fast food in Scalding Sands
Shawarma – roasted meat, often with shaved meat like lamb used for sandwiches or wrapped in a conical shape. Jamil enjoys eating his with hummus and garlic sauce.
Silky melon – the most famous and popular fruit in Silk City. According to legend, the young man shared melon with his friend, and that eating it with others will make friendships and loves last forever. It’s extremely popular during the festival.
Minty Lemonade – a drink signature to Silk City. It has a colour similar to the well-loved peacock green shade.
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I just had the BEST fucking fever dream and I gotta share it with you Owl. So The Book of Boba Fett AU where Boba is King now and rules Tatooine and Luke is, of course, his queen. (Just don't tell him that to his face because it makes Luke blush) however Boba doesn't feel like he should be the face of the planet, no no it's gotta be Luke. How is his adorable face not already on holoboards and posters? Well they are now and how delicately he's portrayed with sun kissed blonde locks, big blue eyes and a curt smile. It's his face that's plastered on "Save and preserve water for the Queen." Posters and whatnot. Luke is treated like a Kim Kardashian he was spotted eating pelee fruit? Well now chef's and house wives are desperately finding recipes to eat like him, he wore a satin shall to keep his face hidden from the sun? Now everyone wants to wear one like him.
Of course Luke hates all this attention, he's still the shy, quiet farm boy. Boba knows this, which is why he informs Luke that his homestead is safe and untouched (and his Aunt and Uncle---if we bring them back to life-- will not have to work ever again under his watch) and Luke may visit his childhood home should he begin to feel homesick. Granted Boba must be with him.
That's not to say being the Queen doesn't have it's perks. He gets all the power converters he wants and Boba has given him a workshop to keep him busy and idle. Boba would encourage Luke to persue his hobbies and toy with knick knacks because he loves hearing Luke ramble on and on about stupid parts to a speeder Boba could give two shits about but seeing Luke smile makes it all worth white.
Luke eats like a queen now. Aunt Beru knew how to use her spices when given, but now he's able to eat meat every night along with beans, herbs and other sun ripe vegetables that were often too expensive for his aunt and uncle to purchase, but best of all are the spice cakes for dessert. Oh how the queen adores the cakes with an orange ginger glaze the most.
Luke wears shalls that frame his lovely face, boots to protect his feet from the hot sand and sun, but inside he is in strapped sandals and flats. His jewels are bright and almost always ruby red or sapphire blue. sadly this is where.my dream ended but imma continue it in my head by assuming Luke can learn to rule with kindness, ensuring infants and children and pregnant women receive rations of water each month and that wealthier individuals pay their share of water taxes. That homes are to be built to block out seasonal and unprecedented sandstorms and that men women and children are able to have an education and oh this makes Boba so happy. Especially when school children come to the Palace for field trips and Luke greets them happy to play with them and give a hug if they ask.
Oh yeah Boba meant to inform Luke that to be completed as a royal clan they had to have a prince or a princess in the mix. Oh well. His dick will tell him later that night 🥰 and the people of Tatooine will be more than over joyed hearing their Queen is pregnant I'm sure. Long live Queen Luke.
ALL HAIL QUEEN LUKE
yes, this is now The Book of Boba Fett
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On living in nature, conserving resources and fridge alternatives
So, I've mentioned before I plan to create a living space in nature, as far away from people as it's practical to be, so this place will be hidden, off-grid, no electricity, no technology-created power. I've been preparing for this by growing my own food and learning how to preserve it, but there's plenty more I'm trying to implement in my life right now, so I'd be ready and know what to do once it comes to it!
I've started to put a lot of attention to how I use water; once I'm out there I will have to filter and purify the water myself, so I won't be wasting it! My old neighbor revealed to me, back when she was a child, they used rainwater to wash dishes, do baths in, and wash clothes in. That sounds like a very acceptable thing to do! Rain and riverwater will do until I get to dig out a well – I really want a well, but it's a lot of work for one person to make.
Right now, I make sure to re-use any water I can: I will wash my vegetables in a big bowl, first the fruit and greens, then the roots, and later I will use that same water to water all my balcony plants. Whenever I wash my dishes, I use very little detergent, and put a big container to catch all water in it. This is again re-used for watering the balcony plants. I wash myself in the river when possible, and very rarely heat the water. I've also found a fun new summer trick to preserve gas – when I need hot water, I will leave it in a big closed black pot in the sun for an hour. This heats the water up considerably, and it needs only a minute on the stove to come to a boil. It helps to keep the apartment cool too! Especially if I immediately wrap the pot in towels and leave it to boil inside without further using the stove.
I've also gotten used to some basic stuff, like washing my hair with tea, washing my clothes with conkers, using family cloth instead of toilet paper, making my own sourdough bread (I swear I am close to figuring out how to do it well). But lately I've been thinking about how to do without a fridge and a freezer. I don't really use them for that much – fridge is for opened jars and fresh vegetables, freezer is to make ice, and keep peas, green-beans, and all the bread I make, frozen. There are several ways people used to keep their food fresh before fridges came along. Firstly, they had a 'cold room' or a 'root cellar', a basement storage room that was always kept cool and would keep the food cold. I already planned to have that, but it's never really going to get as cold as a fridge. So, next option, which is waaay cooler, was to bury food under the bottom of a lake or a river! This is incredibly appealing to me, as I love diving, love digging out treasures, love big bodies of water, secret food stash, 10/10. This way, the food is protected from oxygen as well, so it's a cool way to ferment.
I have noticed while swimming in the river, there are sandy places right next to the riverbank, where the sand is ice cold, even if the river is warm. I asked a garden lady about it, she said it's little fresh springs lined with the river! It's exciting to think about that, but since I felt this on very wide area, I'm not sure if it's all fresh springs, I'm a bit suspicious. I will try to research this, and I think it's a good food-burying spot, even if it's not very deep (could animals dig it out?). I'll have to find something very water-resistant to bury the food in tho, I haven't figured that part out.
I remember in primary school, we learned that the fridge is just a well-insulated box that stays cold by the power of evaporation, basically if you wrap something in a wet towel and it evaporates, it will keep the thing cold. I never figured out how electricity comes in, but couldn't this be replicated by a nice insulated box and me keeping it in wet conditions from the outside? Just in case it's not a good day to go diving for food. I remember also some people saying they would bring in big chunks of ice in the winter, keep them in insulated underground boxes, and they would last until May. That's a cool way to have a fridge for some part of the year!
I really like all of the creative ways one can keep food cold, if there's any more ways, I want to hear about them! And also, I found out you can dry green beans, and rehydrate them in the winter. They get a little chewy but taste great. So that concern is resolved. I'm not sure about peas tho. I've seen a dry version but I don't think it's the same variety of pea I grow. I'll have to look into that.
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Troll language rules theory
Words that are the same as ours:
-Highblood lingo includes all human words except anatomy terms, time, romance and some other words exclusive to Alternia
-Coffee, numbers, feelings except romantic ones, naturally occurring structures, places and phenomena (caverns, sea, etc), verbs, weapons, anatomy terms, most candy, most fruit, most clothes, some fish, some insects
-Some TV series and celebrities with the added “Troll” before the name
Words that are descriptive or synonymous versions of ours:
-Vegetables
-Animals (generally related to a unique characteristic or sound; might contain beast, vermin, creature, fiend, fowl or bug)
-Parts of the house (block replaces room) , artificially occurring structures (like bridges)
-Movies, books, drinks except coffee, kitchenware, tools, accessories, appliances and decoration
-Bicycle, skateboard, pedestrian conveyance and others
Words that are apparently the same to ours but with different meaning and nuance:
-Romantic feelings
-Buckets
-Day and night inverted as well as related terms
Portmanteaus
Quadrants
Jobs (generally mixes sections of words from a violent job or activity with normal one). A theory for job naming convention is further discussed in the linked post
Compound words and completely new terms
-Food (often related to grub which is mostly used as flour, meat and sauce)
-Some anatomy terms
-Time (seasons, festivities, sun cycles)
-Punctuation marks
-Motorized vehicles
-IT related items (like cartridges, TV and computers)
-Money
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Kissing Lesson pt.3
Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Warnings: light smut, orgasm, angst, fluff, minors DNI
Katsuki gently cups my face in his hands, checking me over, concern clouding his face. “What happened?” he asks. “Where’s Mei?”
“She’s fine. She’s with Kai. She said I could leave.”
“Come over here. Sit down.” I let him pull me into the living room, he sits beside me on the couch, throwing a blanket over my shoulders, I wrap it tightly around myself. “What happened?”
“I fucked up….” I don’t know any other way to put it. I shouldn’t have overreacted like I did. Ash wasn’t trying to hurt me. Was he? “Ash kissed me.” Katsuki narrows his eyes.
“That’s not all. What did he do?” His voice is low, dangerous. He looks pissed, I don’t want to make him angrier, but I have to tell him. Just being kissed by a boy is no logical reason for me to come running into the house like I did.
“It was really hard. It hurt. He bit my lip and he….He forced his tongue down my throat. It was gross and not at all like when we kissed. I didn’t like it….” Katsuki sits there, I look down at my hands embarrassed. When I did look up, Katsuki’s face was inches from my own. I backed away slightly out of instinct, but he grabbed the back of my head, gently pulling me back to him.
His lips are soft and apologetic when they meet mine. It makes my heart flutter, I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand. He sucks on my bottom lip and blows air lightly into my mouth. I moan into the kiss, causing him to break away.
“Shhh. People are sleeping.”
“Why are you still up anyway?”
“I wanted to make sure you and Mei got home safe. But it looks like Mei wasn’t planning to come home….I’m glad you did though.” I smile and he kisses me again, just a quick press of lips to my mouth. He stands up and lifts me into his arms, blanket and all, off the couch.
“What are you doing?” I whisper as he carries me down the hallway. He kicks the door to his room open gently and sets me down on my feet. He closes the door behind him, I hear the lock click. We are surrounded in total darkness.
His hands manage to find my arms and he pulls me into his body. His chest is warm and his heartbeat is strong. I can feel it beneath my fingers. “I want you to stay with me tonight. I promise, all we’ll do is sleep. And if you wanna leave you can, I just….I thought you might like that….dumbass.”
“Oh…..um…..Okay.” I smile into the darkness. Katsuki hands slide up my dress. He grabs the zipper, the noise is loud in the quiet of the house as he drags it down my body. I shimmy out of it, left only in a strapless bra and panties. He pushes soft fabric into my hands, I don’t know how he can see in the dark, it must be muscle memory.
“Put this on.” It’s a t shirt. I pull it over my head. It smells like him. He takes my hand in his and leads me to his bed. I climb onto it, scooting back until I hit the wall. I feel the bed dip as he climbs in beside me. “Just like old times.” I reminisce. When we were kids, if Mei and I got scared we would go find Katsuki and stay with him. He would protect us from all the monsters. Katsuki chuckles.
“You used to be afraid of everything.”
“No I wasn’t.”
“Yes you were, idiot. And you were a crybaby. Come here.” He reaches out for me, he pulls me towards him, my body half lying over his, I prop myself up on my elbows. I feel his fingers against my face, touching my eyes and my lips, my nose, like he’s trying to memorize me in the dark, one of his arms is wrapped loosely around my waist.
I bend down, capturing his lips in mine. He shifts and pulls me into his lap. I straddle him easily, he places both of his hands on my hips now. We kiss slowly, lazily, no real effort or passion behind it, just something we both need. I can feel the...arousal...begin to burn through my legs. My body feels hot and I can feel him start to stiffen against me. I roll my hips gently, causing him to buck up against me. It feels good.
His hands slide down to cup my ass. I don’t know why this doesn’t bother me. It bothered me when Ash did it. Maybe it’s because I know Katsuki. I’ve known him my whole life. He would never hurt me. He begins to guide me, grinding me down against him as he pushes up towards me. I can feel him now, straining through his sweats.
I hold onto his shoulders tightly as we rub against each other. He gives my ass a light squeeze, licking into my mouth with his tongue and biting my lip gently. It doesn’t hurt when he does it. I completely relax into him as he controls the motion and the speed of the grinding. One of his hands slides up to cup my face, he breaks the kiss to trace my lips with the pad of his thumb, I take a shaky breath.
“I wish all girls reacted the way you do.” His voice is deep and filled with something foreign to me. What he says makes me shiver, my arousal spiking, I can feel something happening.
“Am I good?” I manage to pant. He brings my face back down towards his, I can feel him smile against my lips.
“Very good. You’re perfect baby.” that word makes my stomach knot tightly. He’s never called me that before. He begins to move faster, pressing his lips against mine hungrily. My body starts to stiffen, I can feel something happen.
“K-Katsu…..” I whimper.
“Shhh It’s okay. Let go. Let go Y/N. I got you.” he presses his hand to my mouth as my body tightens and pleasure floods me. I buck and grind against him hard, unable to control my body as it spasms. He pushes his hips up, his hard on pressing against my clit hard. I shiver, suddenly feeling relaxed and tired. He gently pushes me off of him and pulls me into his arms. He kisses my forehead gently as I try to catch my breath.
“What was that?” I ask in amazement.
“That,” he says kissing my nose. “Was an orgasm.”
I wake up feeling warm, someone’s arms are wrapped around me tightly, our legs intertwined. I bury my face in their chest and squeeze my arms around them. I want to stay like this forever.
“You awake?” my eyes snap open. I look up to see Katsuki watching me, a soft expression on his face. He reaches up and brushes my hair back from my face. “Good morning.” he whispers, pecking my lips softly.
“Good morning.”
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah...I slept really good.” he smirks, releasing his hold on me. He climbs out of bed and goes to his dresser, he tosses a pair of basketball shorts at me. I blush crimson, realising I’m not wearing pants. Memories of the night before flood my mind.
Katsuki senses my distress and sits back down on the bed, he takes my hands in his. “It’s okay Y/N….Things got kinda out of hand last night. I should have stopped it but-”
“No. Don’t say that. It felt good.” I can’t look him in the face. But it’s the truth. It felt really good. Maybe now I’ll be able to get off on my own, just thinking about it.
“Y/N.” he puts his finger under my chin, I try to avoid his eyes. “Look at me.” slowly, reluctantly, I let my eyes meet his. He has a sad look on his face, one of disappointment even. “You need to put those shorts on and go to Mei’s room. Now.” He drops his hand from my face and turns away. I’m surprised and hurt by his sudden change in demeanor.
“Did I...Did I do something?” I ask quietly. He doesn’t answer. I can feel tears of embarrassment burn my eyes. I jump off his bed and pull the shorts on. As I’m unlocking the door he stops me, placing his hand on my wrist. I look towards his bathroom so he doesn’t see my tears.
“Y/N. You didn’t do anything wrong….It’s just...I don’t-”
“It’s okay,” I say, wiping my hand over my face, I pull the door open and he backs away from me. “I get it.” I shut the door before he can say anything else.
I feel like an idiot. I don’t know why I expected anything more than for him to put up a boundary, draw a line in the sand. He’d never see me as anything more than a good friend, a sister. I sink down in Mei’s bean bag chair, covering my face with my hands. I wasn't even supposed to like him! It was supposed to be Ash. Ash, who I ran from last night. Ash, who liked me and flirted with me….he was drunk. Maybe he’s a better kisser sober...I resolve to put Katsuki out of my mind and talk to Ash on monday. I hope he still wants to go out.
Mei comes back later in the afternoon. I spent most of the day in her room, only going out if I was hungry or needed to go to the bathroom.
“Sometimes guys can be a little rough,” Mei says to me as she hands me a bottle of water from the fridge. “Like you said, he was drunk. I think you should give him another chance.” I nod, happy with her advice and approval. “We can go out on a double date. Just us.”
“I’d like that.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” we both jump, turning to see Katsuki standing by the kitchen table, sunglasses on and keys in his hand. I can’t tell his he’s looking at me, but I look at the floor anyway.
“What?” Mei asks.
“Dude man handled her last night and you’re telling her to give him another chance?” Mei crosses her arms.
“He was drunk. And she’s never been kissed before. I do think she overreacted a bit.”
“I think she reacted perfectly fine.”
“How would you even know?” Katsuki opens his mouth and closes it. “That’s what I thought. Where are you going?” Mei changes the subject.
“To meet up with some friends. We’re going to the beach.” He grabs an apple from the little bowl on the table, takes a bite and turns to leave. Mei turns back to me.
“In all actuality Y/N it’s up to you. You don’t have to see him again or you can. Whatever you wanna do I’ll help you. But Ash genuinely likes you and I think he’d be good for you.” I smile as we walk back towards her room. At the very least he’ll be a good distraction, get my mind off my best friend.
I wish I never asked for the kissing lessons. I wish I’d never went to bed with him last night. I wish things could go back to normal, where it was the four of us against the world, best friends to the end. I hate lying to Mei, or at the very least, not telling her everything. It feels so wrong to me.
“Very good. You’re perfect baby.” I swallow hard, trying to forget the way his words made me feel.
I make my way through the crowded halls, searching for Ash on Monday. I haven’t spoken to him since everything happened and I want to apologize. I find him outside my chemistry class, talking with Kai. His eyes go wide when he sees me, he meets me as I walk towards him.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” we stand in the middle of the hallway awkwardly, neither one of us knowing exactly what to say.
“Look before you say anything-”
“I’m sorry.” he shuts his mouth, I continue, “I shouldn’t have overreacted like that….You took me by surprise.” Ash leans down, he hesitates, his lips barely brushing mine, I lean forward, pressing mine against his. It's better now, not perfect, but not so rough. He takes my hand.
“I shouldn’t have came onto you like that. I get a little wild when I drink.” I laugh, he puts his arm around me, pulling me into his side. “Can I walk you to class?” he asks.
“That would be perfect.
#bnha imagines#bnha scenarios#my hero academy fanfiction#my hero fanfic#my hero imagines#my hero x reader#bakugou comfort#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou x reader
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VALUED
Pairing: Chocobros x Reader
Words: 2.683
Warnings: fluff, friendship
Synopsis: Yn doubts herself and then, it's good to have a bunch of good friends nearby to remind her that she's valued by them.
"Hey, pretty doll. Why are you with these guys? Join me instead. I'm more fun than them.", a guy, dressed in dusty shorts and an old t-shirt, leaning casually against a boarding, called out with a smug smile as yn and her friends passed him.
Usually, she ignored provocations or flirting like this but this time, Yn sized the guy up, looking doubting about his statement, "I would rather love to die on the spot.", she answered, turning around to continue her way to the motel where the group was currently staying to help out with some hunts before they would continue their journey.
"Uhh, harsh words from such a little girl.", the guy said grinning.
Within one second, Yn stopped and jumped at the guy, casted one of her daggers out of nowhere to press it dangerously close against his throat, "Who do you call 'little girl', huh?", she hissed while staring into his shock-filled eyes.
"Yn!", Gladio called out, reaching her with just three strides of his long legs to drag her away from the guy who was white as salt, "What are you doing?"
Yn was trembling in his strong grip to get free, "He called me little girl. So, let me go!", she hissed through gritted teeth, stemming against his hold once again.
"No!", he boomed with his deep voice, "First, you have to calm down.", Gladio demanded. He was struggling with keeping her in place. Not because she would be that strong rather because he didn't mean to hurt her.
"But he's an asshole!", Yn argued angrily, wiggling under Gladio's hands.
"Hey!", the guy called out as he found his voice again.
"Yes, he is but still.", Gladio said, ignoring the guy's complaint.
"Hey, I can hear you!", the guy called out again but he got silenced by Gladio's angry glance shot at him.
"And you should leave or I will release her after all.", Gladio commanded and the guy disappeared.
As he was gone, Gladio released Yn but was also watching out that she stayed where she was, "What the hell was that? You can't attack random people with daggers.", Gladio said admonishingly, crossing his arms over his chest but his expression softened as he saw her sad glance glued to the ground.
Softly, Gladio placed his index finger under her chin, "Yn, that wasn't just because they called you 'little girl', right? You never did something like this before."
But instead of answering, yn just shrugged with her shoulders and looked away again.
"If it was because of that, you know that none of us sees you like this, right? You're an important part of our group.", Gladio said, calming in hope he got through to her.
"But sometimes it doesn't feel like that. None of you really need me. It's not that I would be useful. All of you are much better fighters than I am. With bigger swords or better skills.", Yn said glumly and because Gladio stayed silent, she took it as an agreement, passed him and the others to go back to the motel room.
Disbelieving, Gladio stared after her. Almost shocked, he watched how one of his best friends went away with slumped shoulders, a hanging head and her hands buried deep into the pockets of her jeans.
"What just happened?", Ignis asked confused as he stepped next to Gladio.
"Is something wrong with her?"Prompto asked, concerned as he also watched Yn walking away. Noctis joined as well, frowning about the unusual behavior. They had watched the scene because they were sure Gladio would be able to handle that. Somehow, they were wrong...
"I have no idea...", Gladio said confused, scratching the back of his neck. Since he knew her, Yn was the best female fighter he had met. Yes, she was smaller but extremely fast. Faster than Ignis and Prompto when she was fighting against creatures and enemies. Yes, she used daggers just like Ignis but she wasn't less deadly with them.
There was no reason for her to feel … useless.
Gladio was still staring after Yn even as she was already out of sight as Ignis stepped in front of him, "We should do something to help her.", he said, tapping with his index finger against his lips, trying to find an idea.
"But what could we do?", Prompto asked, "I always thought she knows how important she is to us-"
"It's not about us. You heard her. She is doubting her fighting skills.", Gladio pointed out. Slowly but surely, he understood what might be going on with her. Even as a King's Shield, he had been at the same point. He just had fought through it.
"So, what are you suggesting? Shall we train with her?", Prompto asked naively that this would fix things.
"Actually, I might have an idea.", Noctis said and pulled a piece of paper out of the back pocket of his pants.
***
Yn sat on her bed in the motel room she shared with the boys and let her legs slowly dangling over the edge while she stared out of the window. Behind the glass was nothing to be seen but sand, dust and a bunch of bushes. The blue sky was cloudless. The weather was sunny and cheerful. The complete opposite to her current mood.
Over and over again, her mind played through the attack on that random guy. And each time, she winced at the memory. Never before, she had attacked someone randomly just because of some teasing. And it wasn't just the 'little girl' thing. It had been the glances back in Insomnia as she had trained with different weapons to extend her skills. She heard the whispers behind her back when she walked next to Gladio who was so much taller than herself while they were discussing new move sets. Then, she left with her friends and even then, someone had asked her if this journey would be the right thing for such a small, pretty girl. As if her height and appearance would be everything that mattered.
With a swift move, Yn casted her daggers into her hands. Kukris. She never had seen such beautiful blades like these two with all their ornaments and detailed engravings. She felt honored as King Regis had given them to her. She felt blessed to be able to wield them to defend and to protect the Prince and her other friends. But nevertheless, sometimes, it felt as if it wasn't enough.
Since they had passed the secure wall of their home, Yn was doubting herself. None of the boys gave her the feeling to be useless. She did it on her own. Years of training and dedication to be a good fighter went south as she saw how good the others were on the field. All of them had much more training and even Noctis was able to wield a greatsword - which Yn couldn’t even move one bit.
While she stared at her daggers, tears were building in her eyes and as she blinked, hot teardrops were falling on the daggers. Angry about herself, she casted them away. Now, she didn't even feel worthy to own them...
"Here you are!", Gladio said as he opened the door of the motel room.
Quickly, Yn wiped the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her black sweatshirt before she turned around, facing all four boys standing in front of her. She was sure they would notice that she had cried but they said nothing about it, "What is it?", she asked carefully, not knowing what would come next.
It was Prompto who answered her question as he jumped on the bed to land next to her, flinging his arm around her shoulders, "Noctis got asked for help by Tikka. A delivery of green beans went missing and we shall take a look if we can find it."
Amused, yn looked from Prompto at Noctis, "You wanna rescue green beans? You?"
"Yeah... I know. Come on, we hit the road.", Noctis said and left the room, followed by Ignis.
Prompto jumped from the bed and ran after them, "On the way, we can check if we find anything interesting so I can take a photo."
"If not, you can take selfies ... as usual.", Noctis teased and because they were already out of sight, yn just heard their bickering.
At the door, Gladio waited for yn, "You know, if you wanna talk about something, I'm there for you.", he said softly, checking on her but stayed silent.
Yn smiled up at him, already feeling better again, "Thanks. I will talk to you just … give me some time."
***
"Just green beans, huh? Green beans my ass.", yn stated as she watched Bulettes emerging form the small wood they just had passed. The four tall, very heavy and very angry animals aimed for her and her friends.
Gladio was already casting his great sword, wielding it over his head, "Come on, a little fight will keep us slinky and flexible.", he said and nudged her shoulder with his own before he smirked at her.
With a grin, yn looked up at the tall guy, "Slinky and flexible aren't words I would use to describe you, big guy.", she said teasingly.
"Ouch, no need to be mean.", Gladio called out, playfully hurt before they both aimed for the first animal.
Quickly, the calm and beautiful meadow changed into a raging battlefield. Gladio and Yn ran to the first animal and even before Gladio could make the first hit, he squatted down and offered Yn his hand and arm. Grinning, she stepped on his arm, one foot on his hand, balancing while casting her daggers and tensing up her muscles before Gladio gave her a push to throw her on top of the animal. Yn landed perfect on the back. Quickly, she found her balance again and while Gladio slammed his great sword into the skin of the animal, Yn swirled her Kukris and sank them into the throat and neck of the raging Bulette. The Kukris stuck but instead to pull them out, Yn spun them around until the animal fell to the ground.
Lifeless.
Yn jumped from the carcass with a flip and landed light-footed in front of Gladio who grinned impressed, "One down, three to go. Come on, I guess the others need our help."
"Yn, over here!", Noctis called out and Yn followed him immediately. Noctis was ready for a warp-attack that would give the opportunity of a blitz attack. Noctis warped with his KINGSBLADE against the animal and bounced back next to Yn. They nodded, taking a run-up of a few steps and while Noctis let himself drop on one knee to attack the feet of the Bulette, Yn ran and stepped on Noctis' back to jump against the broad enemy to thrust her daggers between its ribs into the heart. She stayed a few moments longer to make sure the creature was dead. As it fell lifeless to the ground, Yn stemmed her feet against the ribcage and pulled out her daggers.
Yn was just about to catch her breath as Prompto called her over, "Yn, I could need your help."
She turned her head before she spurted over to her friend. Prompto already had drawn his gun, firing at the beast but as Yn stopped next to him, they nodded at each other with a grin, turning over so they were standing back to back before Prompto was aiming for the animal again. Yn did the same with her daggers. From the corner of her eyes, she waited for his sign. As Prompto nodded with a grin, he fired his gun the same moment Yn threw her Kukri. The shot staggered the animal in its way towards them. It became slower while Yn's dagger penetrated the skull of the animal. The Bulette stumbled over its feet, fell to the ground and slid a small way before it stopped in front of their feet.
As yn thought it would be over, Ignis called her over to him, "Come on, I need you for the finisher.", he called out. With a huge grin on her lips, Yn ran towards him. Gladio and Noctis had made the animal already tired. Ignis and Yn bumped their fists against each other, stepped back and ran then to the animal to attack it at the same time with their daggers before they landed side by side on the other side elegantly on their knees. Everything happened so fast, that the Bulette needed a moment to realize that it had no chance anymore and so, it fell lifeless to the ground.
All five friends were breathless but alive, unharmed and happy. With a rapid pulse, Yn turned around to look at the scene of battle while she casted the daggers away.
Ignis inspected the corpses, "We should take something with us before we find a good spot for camping and cooking.", he said and Prompto already joined him to help with the preparations.
***
Two hours later, the tent was built, the food was cooked and eaten and Prompto, Ignis and Noctis stretched themselves, the sign that they were ready for the night. One by one, they called it a night until just Gladio and Yn were left behind, sitting at the crackling campfire in silence observing the calming flames.
Yn watched how small sparks danced endlessly into the dark blue night sky. Stars were scattered over the firmament like millions of diamonds. Her eyes stayed glued to the stars while she smiled softly, "I know what you all did today.", she whispered, breaking the silence.
"What... what do you mean?", Gladio asked, trying to sound convincing but it wasn't working very well, he saw it in her face.
"There never were any green beans, right?", Yn pointed out, still looking to the stars.
Gladio chuckled low, scratching the back of his neck before he looked apologetically at her, "Actually, no... not really."
"I thought that it was a bit odd for Noctis to run around to search for a bunch of vegetables.", Yn said before she looked into Gladio's face, "Thank you.", she whispered sheepishly.
Gladio laid his arm around her shoulders, "You're welcome, sweetheart. You're valued here. Always. We wanted to show you that.", he whispered before he pressed a soft kiss on top of her hair. He pulled her against his side where she snuggled against his chest. It wasn't the first time that they were seeking comfort in each other but this time it felt more important.
Gladio rested his head on top of hers and looked back into the flames, "We have your back, no matter what. You know, I've been there as well. I also had doubts about myself. I guess that's normal. You just have to remember what you're capable of. We trust you all blindly because we know what you are able to do.", Gladio said low.
A single tear was rolling down Yn's cheek by his words and suddenly, everything that had happened looked stupid and odd. Quickly, Yn wiped the tears away, "I feel so stupid.", she whispered.
Gladio straightened himself to look at her, "You don't have to. It's human to doubt oneself from time to time. And the next time, when you feel like this, just come to me. Talk with me. You don't have to go through this alone. Size isn't all that matters.", Gladio said with a smirk.
Yn felt touched by this big, cuddly teddy bear and so, she threw herself against his solid body with her arms flung around his middle. Gladio mimicked her move and embraced her back, "And by the way, you have the perfect size to lean and to snuggle against me like this. That's a good start, don't you think?", he chuckled but Yn couldn't answer.
"Cuddle time!", Prompto called out and within one second, Gladio and Yn were attacked by Prompto, Ignis and Noctis. Buried underneath her friends, Yn felt her confidence coming back.
She felt valued.
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bog genders
- dog 3
- arson
- maybe
- secret
- pay me
- the bee movie but every time they say bee it gets faster
- sitting in a room by yourself
- cold
- garbage disposal
- tired
- campbell low sodium chicken noodle soup
- really cool rock
- f e a r
- soup that's just a bit too hot (but you eat it anyways)
- that one peice of hair that refuses to cooperate
- the "helping hands" from labyrinth
- super mario 63
- [REDACTED]
- naughty
- sitting on the locker room floor staring at the wall in front of you
- warm sun while it is cold out
- goth clown
- wizard hat
- drinking beans directly from a can
- putting a cake in the oven and realizing you forgot the sugar
- rat
- baby shark doo doo doo doo
- peeling the protective plastic off of a new phone
- nya~
- pausing to rest in a minecraft cave
- mario party 64
- regret
- waking up too early
- the debate about which colour the math duotang should be
- cars 2 fanfiction
- lost downtown and your only landmark is the grocery store to get back home
- sexy but in rat kinda way
- double stuff oreos
- truck
- two trucks
- sex
- my muscles
- involuntarily flexing because of the passion
- raising the price of the f***ing hotdog
- printer from 2006
- mew from pokemon
- lesbian
- bread
- feathers
- creeper
- aw man
- mooshroom
- heart shaped rocks
- minecraft dandelions
- bedazzling your clothes in secret
- tomato soup with too many crackers in it
- where the fuck is my pen tablet stylus hold on a second wait
- angry water
- squishy stickers
- monster energy drink, the can
- crackers with too much soup
- chewing on dice
- wet paint
- a piano but without any keys
- counterfeit pokemon cards
- dropping your tablet pen and taping the end bit so it doesnt unscrew
- marshmallows that are a little too sticky
- doing ur mom
- unsafe scissors
- capitalism
- fortnite
- communism
- buying a loaf of banana bread to sustain yourself for 3 days because you dont want to go downstairs
- the empty monster energy can with a hole punched in it floating in a toilet that was without a doubt used as a bong
- uquizzes
- looking like a muppet
- alarms that arent loud enough to convince you to get up
- loose charms for charm bracelets
- shiney
- pokemon: detective pikachu (2019)
- the months of january and november
- off brand post-its with bad adhesive
- realizing you just cut paper with your fabric shears
- cowboy
- blue
- insomnia
- nail polish that won't open
- snails
- really tiny glass bottles
- the glasses you had when u were 6 that don't fit your face
- cake
- pink
- desperation
- pocky
- that girl who turned into a blueberry and then they just wheeled her away
- tape with bad adhesive
- laying on the hard backyard ground
- plum
- painting your nails with the clear nail polish
- whatever they had going on in the strawberry shortcake universe
- bull frogs that make noises at night in the city
- ✨
- duck families when they cross the road in a lil line
- the shrek one soundtrack on cd
- those geese that do a little wiggle an dive their head down into the water
- comic sans
- times new woman
- kin names
- guillotine
- migraines
- when your vision goes black when u stand up
- my cracking right knee
- writers block
- boobs
- shit it's here somewhere
- pipebombs
- (genuinely doesn't understand the question)
- instant ramen
- tally hall hidden in the sand
- whatever the fuck's going on in mitski strawberry blonde
- that slow part in 'like me' in teen beach movie where they go "all the boys they try to woo me; the more they chase me the more i resist. all the girls they think im groovy; there's only one girl thats on my list"
- i look inside myself and ask myself, do i feel like a man or a woman? and the answer is i feel like causing problems
- goose
- jared 19
- warrior cats
- pumpkin spice
- weed feet
- chaos
- catboy
- onion
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hi~ before my request I just want to say that ur writing is AMAZING!! whether it’s soft or heated, it always gets me excited. 💖 on to my request: how park jisung would be as a boyfriend. . I want to see ur take on this. imo, i think he would be a shy little bean in the beginning even if the two were good friends b4. but after awhile, I think he would be more comfortable and confident with his s/o in aspects of PDA and sorts. hope u are well🥰
Yes this is so cute omg
First meeting:
You and Jisung knew each other since you were little kids, so it’s quiete hard to tell how was your first meeting. But your first memory with him definitely was when both of you were 3 years old. You were playing at the park and a rude boy threw sand over your hair, getting it messy.
You cried out, unable to fight the kid, but Jisung got in between you two. “You should be sorry. Look how she’s crying, for your fault. That was very rude” He said ready to fight the kid, who refused to apologize.
Jisung got angry and asked him to leave you alone, taking care of you right after. You calmed down with his kind words and stopped crying. Since that moment, Jisung became your bff, always taking care of your sensitive self.
First date:
You confessed your feelings to him when you were both at your last year of high school. You were so scared that it might change your relationship and make it awkward, but he agreed to go on a date.
So there you were, waiting at the café, sat down with a cup of hot coffee in your hands, warming them up. Jisung´s hand tapped your head from behind as he reached your side. “Hi” He says with a tiny voice.
You blush at his presence. It’s so clear for both of you that the atmosphere between you two it`s so different. You are both awkward since you don’t really know how to act romantically with each other. But you are both so happy as well.
“Did you wait for too long?” He says looking at you, you shake your head, and get lost on his perfect face features, hugged by the dim lights of the café. “Jisung” You say and he hums as an answer. “We’ve been friends for a loong time, we should just act normally” You say making him chuckle.
From that moment the date goes out more natural, as you normally did, excepting for the holding hands aspect, which always makes your heart flutter.
The moment he fell in love with you:
He fell in love with you really fast. He always looked at you as a cute girl he would love to date, but he also loved your friendship way too much to do or say something. He thought you would never like him that way, since you were basically siblings. But when you told him you wanted to date, everything turned different.
He started looking after you even more, getting jealous when others tried to flirt with you and most importantly, he was always missing the feeling of your lips pressed against his.
The moment you fell in love with him:
It had to be that day. You were sleeping at his house, resting on the secondary bed of his bedroom, completely unable to sleep. He noticed, how you kept moving on the mattress and invited you to rest next to him.
The way he hugged you with his arms, made you feel protected, safe. You fell asleep in his hold, but also fell in love with his soul.
I hope you liked this. I know it’s short but today’s been a busy day. Writing this fic made me soft, and I wanna hug Jisung now :c
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Crawl Before You Walk
Part 2
Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff
Harry gently cups my face in his hands, checking me over, concern clouding his face. “What happened?” he asks. “Where’s Gemma?”
“She’s fine. She’s with Dylan. She said I could leave.”
“Come over here. Sit down.” I let him pull me into the living room, he sits beside me on the couch, throwing a blanket over my shoulders, I wrap it tightly around myself. “What happened?”
“I fucked up….” I don’t know any other way to put it. I shouldn’t have overreacted like I did. Jake wasn’t trying to hurt me. Was he? “Jake kissed me.” Harry narrows his eyes.
“That’s not all. What did he do?” His voice is low, dangerous. He looks pissed, I don’t want to make him angrier, but I have to tell him. Just being kissed by a boy is no logical reason for me to come running into the house like I did.
“It was really hard. It hurt. He bit my lip and he….He forced his tongue down my throat. It was gross and not at all like when we kissed. I didn’t like it….” Harry sits there, I look down at my hands embarrassed. When I did look up, Harry’s face was inches from my own. I backed away slightly out of instinct, but he grabbed the back of my head, gently pulling me back to him.
His lips are soft and apologetic when they meet mine. It makes my heart flutter, I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand. He sucks on my bottom lip and blows air lightly into my mouth. I moan into the kiss, causing him to break away.
“Shhh. People are sleeping.”
“Why are you still up anyway?”
“I wanted to make sure you and Gemma got home safe. But it looks like Gem wasn’t planning to come home….I’m glad you did though.” I smile and he kisses me again, just a quick press of lips to my mouth. He stands up and lifts me into his arms, blanket and all, off the couch.
“What are you doing?” I whisper as he carries me down the hallway. He kicks the door to his room open gently and sets me down on my feet. He closes the door behind him, I hear the lock click. We are surrounded in total darkness.
His hands manage to find my arms and he pulls me into his body. His chest is warm and his heartbeat is strong. I can feel it beneath my fingers. “I want you to stay with me tonight. I promise, all we’ll do is sleep. And if you wanna leave you can, I just….I thought you might like that.”
“Okay.” I smile into the darkness. Harry's hands slide up my dress. He grabs the zipper, the noise is loud in the quiet of the house as he drags it down my body. I shimmy out of it, left only in a strapless bra and panties. He pushes soft fabric into my hands, I don’t know how he can see in the dark, it must be muscle memory.
“Put this on.” It’s a t shirt. I pull it over my head. It smells like him. He takes my hand in his and leads me to his bed. I climb onto it, scooting back until I hit the wall. I feel the bed dip as he climbs in beside me. “Just like old times.” I reminisce. When we were kids, if Gemma and I got scared we would go find Harry and stay with him. They would protect us from all the monsters. Harry chuckles.
“You used to be afraid of everything.”
“No I wasn’t.”
“Yes you were. Come here.” He reaches out for me, he pulls me towards him, my body half lying over his, I prop myself up on my elbows. I feel his fingers against my face, touching my eyes and my lips, my nose, like he’s trying to memorize me in the dark, one of his arms is wrapped loosely around my waist.
I bend down, capturing his lips in mine. He shifts and pulls me into his lap. I straddle him easily, he places both of his hands on my hips now. We kiss slowly, lazily, no real effort or passion behind it, just something we both need. I can feel the...arousal...begin to burn through my legs. My body feels hot and I can feel him start to stiffen against me. I roll my hips gently, causing him to buck up against me. It feels good.
His hands slide down to cup my ass. I don’t know why this doesn’t bother me. It bothered me when Jake did it. Maybe it’s because I know Harry. I’ve known him my whole life. He would never hurt me. He begins to guide me, grinding me down against him as he pushes up towards me. I can feel him now, straining through his sweats.
I hold onto his shoulders tightly as we rub against each other. He gives my ass a light squeeze, licking into my mouth with his tongue and biting my lip gently. It doesn’t hurt when he does it. I completely relax into him as he controls the motion and the speed of the grinding. One of his hands slides up to cup my face, he breaks the kiss to trace my lips with the pad of his thumb, I take a shaky breath.
“I wish all girls reacted the way you do.” His voice is deep and filled with something foreign to me. What he says makes me shiver, my arousal spiking, I can feel something happening.
“Am I good?” I manage to pant. He brings my face back down towards his, I can feel him smile against my lips.
“Very good. You’re perfect baby.” that word makes my stomach knot tightly. He’s never called me that before. He begins to move faster, pressing his lips against mine hungrily. My body starts to stiffen, I can feel something happen.
“Harry….” I whimper.
“Shhh It’s okay. Let go. Let go Y/N. I got you.” he presses his hand to my mouth as my body tightens and pleasure floods me. I buck and grind against him hard, unable to control my body as it spasms. He pushes his hips up, his hard on pressing against my clit hard. I shiver, suddenly feeling relaxed and tired. He gently pushes me off of him and pulls me into his arms. He kisses my forehead gently as I try to catch my breath.
“What was that?” I ask in amazement.
“That,” he says kissing my nose. “Was an orgasm.”
I wake up feeling warm, someone’s arms are wrapped around me tightly, our legs intertwined. I bury my face in their chest and squeeze my arms around them. I want to stay like this forever.
“You awake?” my eyes snap open. I look up to see Harry watching me, a soft expression on his face. He reaches up and brushes my hair back from my face. “Good morning.” he whispers, pecking my lips softly.
“Good morning.”
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah...I slept really good.” he grins, releasing his hold on me. He climbs out of bed and goes to his dresser, he tosses a pair of basketball shorts at me. I blush crimson, realising I’m not wearing pants. Memories of the night before flood my mind.
Harry senses my distress and sits back down on the bed, he takes my hands in his. “It’s okay Y/N….Things got kinda out of hand last night. I should have stopped it but-”
“No. Don’t say that. It felt good.” I can’t look him in the face. But it’s the truth. It felt really good. Maybe now I’ll be able to get off on my own, just thinking about it.
“Y/N.” he puts his finger under my chin, I try to avoid his eyes. “Look at me.” slowly, reluctantly, I let my eyes meet his. He has a sad look on his face, one of disappointment even. “You need to put those shorts on and go to Gemma's room. Now.” He drops his hand from my face and turns away. I’m surprised and hurt by his sudden change in demeanor.
“Did I...Did I do something?” I ask quietly. He doesn’t answer. I can feel tears of embarrassment burn my eyes. I jump off his bed and pull the shorts on. As I’m unlocking the door he stops me, placing his hand on my wrist. I look towards his bathroom so he doesn’t see my tears.
“Y/N. You didn’t do anything wrong….It’s just...I don’t-”
“It’s okay,” I say, wiping my hand over my face, I pull the door open and he backs away from me. “I get it.” I shut the door before he can say anything else.
I feel like an idiot. I don’t know why I expected anything more than for him to put up a boundary, draw a line in the sand. He’d never see me as anything more than a good friend, a sister. I sink down in Gemma’s bean bag chair, covering my face with my hands. I wasn't even supposed to like him! It was supposed to be Jake. Jake who I ran from last night. Jake who liked me and flirted with me….he was drunk. Maybe he’s a better kisser sober...I resolve to put Harry out of my mind and talk to Jake on monday. I hope he still wants to go out.
Gemma comes back later in the afternoon. I spent most of the day in her room, only going out if I was hungry or needed to go to the bathroom.
“Sometimes guys can be a little rough,” Gemma says to me as she hands me a bottle of water from the fridge. “Like you said, he was drunk. I think you should give him another chance.” I nod, happy with her advice and approval. “We can go out on a double date. Just us.”
“I’d like that.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” we both jump, turning to see Harry standing by the kitchen table, sunglasses on and keys in his hand. I can’t tell his he’s looking at me, but I look at the floor anyway.
“What?” Gemma asks.
“Dude man handled her last night and you’re telling her to give him another chance?” Gemma crosses her arms.
“He was drunk. And she’s never been kissed before. I do think she overreacted a bit.”
“I think she reacted perfectly fine.”
“How would you even know?” Harry opens his mouth and closes it. “That’s what I thought. Where are you going?” Gemma changes the subject.
“To meet up with some friends. We’re going to the beach.” He grabs an apple from the little bowl on the table, takes a bite and turns to leave. Gemma turns back to me.
“In all actuality Y/N it’s up to you. You don’t have to see him again or you can. Whatever you wanna do I’ll help you. But Jake genuinely likes you and I think he’d be good for you.” I smile as we walk back towards her room. At the very least he’ll be a good distraction, get my mind off my best friend.
I wish I never asked for the kissing lessons. I wish I’d never went to bed with him last night. I wish things could go back to normal, where it was the four of us against the world, best friends to the end. I hate lying to Gemma, or at the very least, not telling her everything. It feels so wrong to me.
“Very good. You’re perfect baby.” I swallow hard, trying to forget the way his words made me feel.
I make my way through the crowded halls, searching for Jake on Monday. I haven’t spoken to him since everything happened and I want to apologize. I find him outside my chemistry class, talking with Dylan. His eyes go wide when he sees me, he meets me as I walk towards him.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” we stand in the middle of the hallway awkwardly, neither one of us knowing exactly what to say.
“Look before you say anything-”
“I’m sorry.” he shuts his mouth, I continue, “I shouldn’t have overreacted like that….You took me by surprise.” Jake leans down, he hesitates, his lips barely brushing mine, I lean forward, pressing mine against his. It's better now, not perfect, but not so rough. He takes my hand.
“I shouldn’t have came onto you like that. I get a little wild when I drink.” I laugh, he puts his arm around me, pulling me into his side. “Can I walk you to class?” he asks.
“That would be perfect.
Harry's P.O.V
I know I’m doing the right thing by backing off, by not spurring her or leading her on any further. I should have never agreed to the kissing lessons, or asked her to stay with me...But I can’t get her out of my head. I;ve known Y/N my whole life, she’s one of my best friends. I always thought of her as a sister….until last summer. When she began to change. She became a woman, I could see it. A beautiful, graceful woman. But I can’t have her. What would my parents think? My sister? They’d freak. No. I need to stay in my lane. I need to be her friend. Not with benefits.
I see her. She’s a few feet ahead of me, talking with that guy, Jake. I stop in my tracks, frozen to the stop as I see him lean towards her. Sadness washes over me as I watch her lean in and kiss him. She kissed him. He says something and she smiles as he throws his arm around her and they walk away together. I shake my head. This is good. If he makes her happy, that’s all I want….So why do I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.
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Loving Din X - Thunder Only Happens When It’s Raining
Pairing: Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Reader
Summary: Finally reunited with your love Din and your sweet green bean Baby, life on the island isn’t what you were expecting.
*Whilemina & Stark are your parents
Warnings: ANGST, lengthy depictions of depression/hopelessness
“Listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost”
The wind tries to push the door open with more force than you expected and you catch it before it slams into the wall, heart racing as the sound would have probably made you fall a part. You pull the door closed behind you and press your back against it. The wind whipping your hair behind you as tears fill your closed eyes and your mind tries to drown in the sound of the crashing waves, the whirling wind. Anything. You want to drown in anything.
The wind is warm and it hugs you in your loneliness and you wish you could make yourself move. To run as far away as your feet will take you. Until they are raw and red with blood, and you’ve forgotten your name. But you’re gripping the door to the bungalow as if it is the only thing keeping you from falling off the edge of the universe.
You were once overjoyed with the thought of being reunited with Din & Baby. To live together again, in the warmth and sunshine. You wanted to revel in the fact the Din’s hair has gone curly from the humidity. That Baby has to be fashioned tiny shorts to keep up with the heat. You wanted to stare longingly from the beach as Din rushes to the shore after Baby, scooping him up before his tiny toes touch the water, and hearing Din pant, “How do you get down here so fast? Where do you think you’re going to swim to?”
Instead you are plagued with insomnia. Laying silently next to Din as the weight of the room suffocates you every night. The sound of waves crashing, that you thought to be so soothing, sounds like an airspeeder crash that you cant stop from happening over and over again. The sound of Din’s breathing, that once kept you grounded does nothing to help your panic. Not even Baby’s soft snoring keeps you in your body, as Baby can no longer fall asleep alone in his own bedroom. Everything has changed. Din can’t leave for his new job teaching sign language in town without you being up before him to look into his eyes. Not in a loving way, but in a way to memorize how the irises meet the pupils, the lines in the skin around them, and the eyebrows above when you were previously satisfied with just a kiss on the head with no disturbance to your slumber. You can’t explain the reasons, but you feel if you don’t memorize one part of his face every day before he leaves, you’ll lose it forever. It’s all you can focus on, the possibility of forgetting. The possibility of losing. You feel isolated in your focus, channeling all the terror, the rage, the exhaustion into feeling absolutely nothing at all. You often wonder if you’re some knd of masochist for it depresses you immensely, yet there is a great deal of comfort in the emptiness. It’s safe in the emptiness. In the emptiness you don’t have to tell Din you can’t sleep because the thought of waking up and he’s gone again is enough to kill you from the inside, out. In the emptiness you don’t have to think about how devistating it is you can’t even take a bath anymore without Baby thinking he has to live without you again. It was sweet at first - the first night you were reunited, Baby whined until you let him sleep with you and Din. You loved it, together again with your sweet boys. But it didn’t stop there, Baby shrieked in tones you had never heard before every time Din walked away from you as he held him. Climbing up over his shoulder, arms reaching out for you, the look of fear in his eyes, for even mundane things like walking out to the beach before you as you made lunch. Baby didn’t trust Din anymore and it was evident almost instantly. Only weeks into being back together you had your green bean up on the counter, watching you attempt to get your bearings back within your art. Which really meant standing in front of the canvas all day as you had a one sided conversation with your boy. The back doors were open, for the breeze throughout the the morning and when Din came home in the afternoon the front door swung open with such force, it hit the wall. This was the first time this happened, and it was all you needed to shift into a state of feral protection. Heart racing, you scooped Baby up and in a moment of uncertainty, turned your back to the door, shaking with ragged breath, you crouch to the ground.
“My moon...” Din says softly.
You inhale sharply and turn to put Baby back on the counter. Your eyes are wide and you don’t know what you’re feeling. It’s like when you were a child and every emotion would happen at once, you’re older now but you still choose rage over them all. It’s the easiest.
“What the fuck Din? Would you watch the goddamn door, Jesus Christ!” You bark at him but you don’t stop. You rip into about how inconsiderate it is to let the doors slam, reminding him you have a child and if he wants another he’ll have to learn how to be more respectful with the noise. You don’t know who’s speaking for you, it just keeps spilling from your mouth with the intention to hurt. Speaking loudly as to not hear the terror and confusion rattling around in your mind or your heart that’s still racing through your chest. The rage within fires on as Din does nothing to stop you. He stands there, lips pursed and eyes hollow, just taking it. Your words that have absolutely no justification because you wont tell him what’s going on inside, but he knows you. He knows you’re floating between planets in this moment and you don’t trust your own emotions. He’s seen it before, and you need to make a conscious effort to come back down.
“Hey!“ Din yells, yanking your wrists up and pressing your hands to his chest. “It’s me. It’s Din. Come back down to the planet, I’m here. Tell me what is wrong, what can I do?”
You dig your fingers nails into the flesh through his shirt and he tightens his grip around your wrists.
“Everything hurts-“ you whisper but are cut off by what you can only assume was Baby believing that Din was hurting you and acting to protect you.
Din is pulled away from your embrace, slipping through his hands as he grunts in confusion. And with a force much greater than you could ever push him, he slams into a door frame on the opposite wall, falling to the ground.
Both your hands clasp over your mouth with a gasp as the panic sets in all over again. Pushing through it, you rush to him, scolding your boy as you kneel between Din’s legs. “Baby, no!”
You lift Din’s big beautiful face with your hands, as Baby turns his back to you and sits on the counter, head down. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he says, sitting up.
You push the hair out of his face, then bite your lip and look up to the ceiling. Wondering, how did we get here? As your eyes fill with tears.
Din wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your chest, “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry... I’m sorry...”
Din is always sorry now.
He’s sorry you can’t sleep, he’s sorry your appetite and your inspirations have died, he’s sorry Baby doesn’t stop crying, he’s sorry you curl into a ball every time he tries to arouse you, and he’s sorry he’s the reason for all of it.
Because even though there is comfort in the emptiness, it is still the same place where Din’s finger tips now feel like hot iron. It’s the same place where even if you get a wink of sleep, you have that same dream of Din leaving with Baby in the armour. The emptiness is where you feel yourself slipping into the likes of your father and you watch yourself do nothing about it. Din is always sorry yet he never tries to help you the way Wilhemina did Stark. Are you and Din no better than two people who were never even truly in love?
In the emptiness you’re too scared to tell him how it truly feels. That you’re drowning every single day and how you don’t know how you fit into the galaxy anymore. You’re scared to tell him you feel like you did as a child and you don’t know what is looking back at you in the mirror again. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, this wasn’t supposed to be your life and at one time you didn’t know who you’d be if you weren’t Baby’s mom or the love of Din’s life but now you don’t know where you fit with them either.
It is so fucking lonely in the emptiness for every day it feels like you’re screaming out to Din and Baby, but they can’t hear you. That you’re running your finger down the bridge of Din’s nose, or the space between Baby’s eyes, but they don’t feel a thing. That you’re standing in the middle of the room bleeding out the universe in your heart that they’ve lived in for so long, but they don’t even see you.
A bolt of lightening lights up the ocean and it snaps you out of your trance. You wish you could live in the flashing light, and how it turns the water into clear blue crystal before you. Your feet finally move for you as you sink into the cold sand one step at a time, but you don’t know where they’ll take you. You want to become the ocean, the stars, the sand beneath you because they are useful. They are needed, they are beautiful. Maybe you could love Din more completely if you were the ocean he adored swimming in, or care for Baby properly if you were the sand he liked to let fall through his three small fingers. You are nothing to them if you are but your mind and your body operating as two separate entities.
Today you wept in the kitchen sink until your collarbones hurt, because Baby tried to heal you the way he does with cooking burns and small cuts. You didn’t even realize you had crawled up into your mind as you cut fruit for Baby to eat, trying to count every hair on your body that stood up from the breeze through the window. Trying to think if there were more ways you’d be useful as the breeze that flows through the bungalow and rustles the palm trees above than what you were now. Kissing Din would be easier as the breeze, you would be delicate again, like the life you once lived and that is almost enough. It’s not until you feel Baby’s hand on your forearm that you’re brought back into the room. You look down to find him with the look of concentration across his small face and you know what he’s trying to do.
“Oh no, Baby.” You coo, pulling his hand away from you. “You can’t heal this, my love.”
You mean for your words to come out as a joke at your own expense, but you could barely choke through them.
Another bolt of lightening cuts through the sky and it stops you with a gasp. The gravity of your life now weighing on you as you realize you’re ready to become the ocean instead of telling Din you don’t feel like a human being anymore, only because you don’t want him to blame himself. For you understand he did what he had to do, and you’d rather feel like this than live without him and Baby at all, so why is it so fucking hard? You’ve forgiven him, you’ve decided to move on together so why does it feel like you don’t know him at all? You are so full of rage because you know you are holding yourself back and you are so full of rage because you’re just like your goddamn father.
Aren’t you?
“Y/N!” You hear from behind and when you look back, you see Din pulling on a shirt as he steps off the deck and into the sand.
“What are you doing?” He calls again as he gets closer, and you suddenly feel like Baby. Where would you swim to?
You don’t answer, just watching his curly hair flowing back in the wind. All you want is to run your fingers through it, to feel it like you used to. You want everything to feel like it used to, but it’s too much to even look Din in his eyes and you turn out to the water.
He tries to take your hands, but you pull away and he rubs his jaw.
“You gotta let me in.” He sighs.
You look back at him with wide eyes. You’ve had this conversation before. Years ago, when you found Din’s modified blaster, before you knew he was a Mandalorian. That seemed simpler than this but nothing would have changed if Din hadn’t talked to you that night.
“Something is wrong.” You say, pulling your hair behind your ears in a way to tame it in the wind. “Something is wrong with me.”
Din looks up as it starts to rain, but neither of you move.
“I don’t feel the same, Din. Nothing feels the same. I don’t know where I fit anymore.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, stepping toward you as you tense up, crossing your arms.
“I know you’re sorry,” you say through closed eyes and a tense jaw. “But what you’re sorry for doesn’t even matter anymore. Din, something is wrong.”
“Then tell me what it is!”
The words are caught in your chest and it physically pains you. “I want to become the ocean.”
Din looks confused, “What are you talking about?”
“When I was growing up, the only thing that kept me going was the belief that one day I’d be better. But now I’m older and maybe this is just it. Maybe I’ve felt all that there is to feel, and this is it for me.”
“Don’t say that,” Din shakes his head. “I need you.”
“What about what I need?”
“What does that mean?” Din demands, rain dripping down his nose.
“I don’t know!” You cry.
“What do you know?”
“That I love you.” You yell over the rain, “That I love you so much, but my head is too messed up. I’m tired of feeling this and it won’t stop, Din. It won’t stop and I’m so scared.”
Din takes your face in his hands, “Let me help you, my moon. Please.”
As hot tears mix with the cold rain, you bite your lip and shake your head, “What if I’m not enough anymore for you, or Baby?”
“You are all we need. This is just a moment, it will pass. Like your father’s.”
You clutch Din’s wrists, “I thought I was like my father, but I’m worse. He was brave. I am nothing.”
“Don’t say that.” Din exclaims, wiping the tears and rain from your cheeks. “The sun rises and sets for you. You and only you.”
It’s the first time Din has said that to you since before he disappeared and you feel like you’re going to collapse. “I don’t know if I have it in me anymore. I’m not strong like you Din. I want to be strong and beautiful like you, but I don’t know how.”
“You are the strongest, most beautiful person I have ever known. We’re going to get you help my moon, I promise.”
“Why are you like this? I’ve done nothing but hurt you. Pick fights and push you away.”
“I don’t care.” Din shrugs.
“Din, I haven’t touched you in weeks.”
“I don’t care, Y/N. Everything you’ve ever given me has felt like the first time. I waited 35 years for you, I’ll wait 1000 more.”
You search Din’s face trying to find one line, one section of skin, a reflection in his eye that looks familiar but you come up empty.
“Din, what if I never want to touch you again?”
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A/N: I love you. Love, Zelda
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