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WIP Wednesday (so/too many things 🫣)

Thank you for the tag @mermaidgirl30 😘

A productive week of writing! Writing Birthday Bunny for P's birthday really got me back into the groove of writing for our Safest with You couple 🥰

Ch. 15 - The BBQ is written but needs a good, scrub down edit 😂:

Clawing down your partially exposed body, clamouring to find the inside tie that separate him from your soft body, Din pauses only to pull you away from the car so he can unlock the door; as soon as it opens, he walks you backwards and helps you up onto the seat, scooting you back so your legs dangle out the door.

“There,” Din says huskily, as he finds the little knot on the right inside seam of your dress and pulls so it unfurls, “you aren’t out in the open anymore.” He spreads apart the fabric of your dress so you’re presented to him in your pretty pink mesh and ruffles lingerie set; he sucks in his breath.

“Just for you, daddy,” you coo. You knew Din wouldn’t be expecting something so flirty and naughty under the dress you had picked for what was supposed to be a casual and wholesome family event.

Ch. 16 - The Matchup is about 80% done as well:

The roar of the crowd is deafening. Despite this being an unsanctioned match, the spectators have showed up in droves, drawn in by Din’s celebrated fight history, the underlying family rivalry, or both.

When Din and the contingent from Mando’s make their ring entrance, the noise level somehow crescendos; you hold Bea and Lala’s hands and catch Paz’s eye with your own, shining bright with pride as you cheer loud. Somehow Din discerns your voice over the crowd and as he passes your row, looking calm and formidable, he finds you and his eyes soften just long enough to throw you a wink before settling back into a steely glare. Jimmy on the other hand follows behind Greef, all pumping fists and testosterone fueled howls. He hypes up the crowd even more, reaching in to fist bump you and the girls, and accepts a hair tousle from Paz’s long reaching arm.

The last part of Mi Galleta will be posted on Friday! I can't believe I finished a series 😭 I already started to miss our scowly bouncer and his Cookie, so I decided I would try my hand at @undercoverpena's April Showers Challenge for them - the opening lines are written (plus moodboard made):

“Keep your eyes open, Cookie.”

Your eyes snap open at Pero’s command, followed by a slower opening of your plush mouth into an oh shape before you let out a whimper.

He’s working you open so deftly with just two of his fingers, it’s a wonder you’re not crying out obscenities and pleading to come. But you have to stay quiet; you are, after all, at Pero’s place of work.

Finally, because I don't know what's good for me, I've had a little Bridgerton AU idea for a while, even before P showed up at the SAG Awards in Regency Prada™️. The basic premise is that Reader is a family friend of the Bridgertons, but missed her season (Daphne's) as she was travelling abroad with her father, now forced to return in order to finally enter the marriage mart two years later after her friend. Our Pboi is either Pero or Frankie, and he's Spanish nobility that's visiting London; being a good friend of Colin Bridgerton's who the latter met during his recent travels, Pero/Frankie is begrudgingly dragged to this season's events by his friend.

The thing is this/here's the thing: I want to make it childhood best friends to lovers, but I also want the SAG pictures to be my main visual inspo.

No pressure tags and anyone else who likes to do these (I do!🥰) please do! @nerdieforpedro @alltheotps

#wip wednesday #too many wips #halp #din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin fanfiction #pero tovar #pero tovar fic #pero tovar fanfiction #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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milkybonya · 2 years

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raining flowers

order 037, @yogurteume : large classic milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for trsr's Haruto

warnings: none, just fluff!

summary: friends to lovers! where best friend!Haruto ends up cuddling you

word count: 1.2k

barista 🥛's 💌: it was so hard making a moodboard for some reason so i gave up and found this baby ruto gif and look at him im crying 😭

Haruto is your favourite person on this planet and you're so glad you met him. that's the first thought that comes to mind when you find him asleep at his desk, which sits right next to yours.

his head is facing you and resting on his arms, which are crossed over the desk. the sun has started shining into your classroom and its rays are leaking all over Haruto's face. you rush up to close the curtains, shushing anyone who makes a noise.

"Ruto is sleeping!" you tell them. they all give you weird looks, but you don't care. Haruto's sleep is more important right now.

when you return to your desk and slowly take out your notes, trying to avoid disturbing Haruto, you don't notice that Haruto is now facing the other way. because of that, you can't see the way he's smiling from ear-to-ear.

"y/n, i'm awake," he says.

"oh! did i wake you up? i'm sorry," you mumble.

to your surprise, Haruto faces you while smiling.

"no, i was awake the whole time."

"what?"

"you didn't have to tell everyone to be quiet just for me," Haruto explains, smirking at you.

"me? no-- i-- what? i didn't do that!"

Haruto simply ruffles your hair in response before standing up and telling you he's off to buy some snacks. you already know he'll be back with some of your favourite things, too.

sure enough, that's exactly what he does.

"wait, Ruto, why is there a flower here?" you ask him as he puts down all the snacks on your desks. there is a single flower, stem attached and everything, sitting atop the snacks.

"you know how it rained yesterday so you called me to tell me how pretty it sounds?"

you nod, looking away from Haruto's eyes and feeling slightly embarrassed.

"i saw this flower on my way to the snack shop and it reminded me of that."

you look puzzled and Haruto hands you a snack to ease you.

"wait... that doesn't make sense," you point out.

"of course it does! doesn't the rain look like falling petals?" Haruto says, biting into a chip.

"what?!" you laugh at your friend, "if you had said the snow looks like falling petals, i would've said yes, but the rain?"

"well... it's like petals falling in 2x speed," Haruto mutters, "anyways, take it! and put it in your notebook if you want, or something."

you shake your head at him but do as he says, knowing you'll open the page one day sometime later and remember this absurd memory. but really, it's his absurdity that makes you so grateful for him. yet now you can't tell if you're grateful or completely head-over-heels in love--

"y/n! it's raining again!" Haruto exclaims, pointing at your classroom window.

the sky is sunny bright, but just as Haruto said, it's softly raining.

"Haruto... i want to go outside," you mumble, tugging on his arm.

his heart stops when he notice the way your eyes are twinkling, the way you're pouting and the way you're gripping his sleeve.

"let's go," he says without hesitation.

he takes your hand and pulls you out of the class, down the hallway and stairs, outside the school building. your heart races feeling his cool palm in yours, and you wonder if its a friend-thing to blush when your friend holds your hand. you also blame your racing heart on the running despite knowing it would still be racing even if you were standing still.

other students run to take shelter from the rain while some continue playing soccer or doing whatever else they were doing. you and Haruto, on the other hand, stand under the light drizzle, holding hands and grinning like fools.

"Haruto, it feels so nice!" you shout into the free air, pulling Haruto close and spinning him around.

he laughs with you, holding your waist as you hold your shoulders. watching his smile, his precious face against the blurry backdrop of the world as both of you spin round and round makes your heart flutter.

"it's raining flowers," you quietly say once the two of you are standing still again.

"it indeed is," Haruto agrees, brushing the damp hair out of your face and cupping your cheeks in his hands.

you're confused, oh-so confused. Haruto has never initiated this much skinship in your whole lifetime as friends. is your friendship just growing deeper? or is it blossoming into something else?

wet from the rain and with an hour of lunchtime to spare, Haruto suggests that you head to his house to quickly dry off and change. it involves sneaking past the school gates, but that isn't an issue. everyone knows the secret passage, where the gate is broken and you can sneak through.

Haruto still holds your hand as you duck through there and enter his house. he lets you shower and offers you a towel, telling you to stay put in his room while he also showers. you look around, even though you've been to his room many times before in the past.

Haruto walks back in, drying his hair and finding you hugging one of his plushes. he smiles at your illegally adorable behaviour and pats your head.

"are in need of hugs that badly?" he asks, pointing to how tightly you're holding the plushie.

"uh--" you stutter.

"come here, i'll hug you," he says, patting his bed as he sits down on it.

"Ruto?"

"yes, y/n? come here!"

you wonder if this is friend Ruto talking or someone else, but you shrug it off. right now, the offer to hug Haruto is too nice to pass.

the two of you end up on Ruto's single bed on your sides and facing the rest of the room. your back is pressed against Haruto's chest and his chin rests on the top of your head. he draws circles on your arm with his finger, smiling at your scent. you smell like his shampoo.

"Ruto... what are we doing?" you ask, unable to relax.

"we're cuddling," he whispers into your ear, taking hold of your hand.

"no, i mean... are we friends?" you ask, nervously.

you can hear Haruto gulp.

"of c-course we're friends," he replies.

"nothing more than that?"

"nothing less~" Haruto sings.

"Ruto! don't joke around with me," you whine.

he instinctively kisses the back of your head to calm you down, only realizing seconds later what he's done.

"did you just... kiss me?" you ask.

"i--"

"Ruto, do you like me?"

silence. you can't tell if it's good or bad.

Haruto lets out a deep breath before he speaks, as if he's been holding it in this entire time.

"y/n, i like you. i was planning to tell you when i gave you the flower earlier today, but i got nervous," he mumbles into your hair.

you squeeze your eyes tightly shut as butterflies fill you. hearing Haruto's confession makes you melt.

"Haruto, i like you too," you blurt out. you weren't even sure if you liked him or if it was all just your imagination, but your heart must have spoken faster than your mind just now.

"so... can i keep hugging you like this?" Haruto asks, snuggling into the crook of your neck and pulling you closer.

"of course," you mumble, holding the arms he has wrapped around you in your hands.

something in your backpack shifts and makes a noise. it's quiet so you both disregard it. you don't realize and can't see that it's the flower Haruto gave you slipping out of your notebook.

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