#BB was supposed to be a one off but they grew on me

[topioswords]

Customer Service

People underestimate the versatility of a pocket folding knife Noir had decided about 4 weeks into his self exile slash career change to outlaw. That still holds true, not that it is a quality specimen he’s got his hands on, but it has helped him out of some tricky spots so far. Like the cover to his charger port being stuck again. He shifts his head to get a better view, tilting the blade and - there. The edge of the semi-hidden leg port gets another nick as the dull blade scrapes against the slightly warped edge before hitting the right spot, but among all the other assorted scuffs and scratches it is hardly something you’d notice. 

Just another scar, figuratively speaking. 

Too bad bots generally don’t really go for that being a sign of honor. Then again, he isn’t exactly planning to go noticed among his own kind.

Noir checks again, but aside from a couple of cameras, which he gently redirects to elsewhere, nobody is trying to pay him any attention. Spaceports really are a blessing, that mix of people moving about hurriedly and being stuck in transit sometimes for days on end is perfect. As long as you keep to yourself nobody’s bothered by your behavior being a little off. Plus, there's the ample more or less free access recharging spots. Noir slumps back into the seemingly deliberately uncomfortable chair and thanks whatever sucky god that decided to bless him with this small mercy. He hasn’t had a decent recharge in days, he doesn’t even want to look over the list of things he’s had to shut down or set on standby near the end.

A message weasels in somehow, even though Noir could have sworn he’d blocked that function off solidly a while ag-oh wait, the half blind shut downs, he might’ve loosened up on other systems’ access. Well, fuck. 

>> Do you require assistance? It says, the reply cursor blinking at him accusingly.

>> no  he writes back glumly, checking the time stamp. It’s been there a while, he should’ve noticed. Who is this even? 

There’s a lot of people and bots at a place like this. Lots of customer service and general service models that would offer help cause that’s what they’re there for. It sounds almost like that kind of inquiry. Only the tone’s a little off, ask him how he knows, haha not like he hasn't been there done that for the majority of his functionality.

>> Are you certain whoever it is writes back, definitely too fast to be a human response. 

Which.

Is bad. Probably.

Dodging questions is easier with humans somehow.

Noir could answer instantly, he’s not that laggy, but that’d strip any hope he has of feigning being a modified human. Poking around his access settings delays his reaction a bit but not enough, his danger assessment is having a grand time somewhere at the back presenting worst case scenarios while he waits.

“I’m fine,” he says, deliberately not texting back.

The surface skimming he’s getting from the nearby service models doesn’t show any attempts at contacting him, he broadens his range a bit, adjusting the parameters. Noir runs his fingers along the edge of the lens, like that’ll somehow help focus.

A message tics in the same moment he finishes speaking very nearly ‘That leg doesn’t look fine.’

There's a location pushed at him, uninvited, and doesn’t manage to stop it before his camera picks up on the sleek matte black bot tapping its own leg inconspicuously, right where his is messed up the most. Its smooth full-face display is doing a deliberately pixelated smile and wink at him. He knows that style. It’s the one they prototyped for more complex Lux models, only the quality is arguably better.

That stupid expression configuration was trademarked

Shit.

>> What. Do you. Want. he writes, bitterly, because he doesn’t trust his voice right now.

>> How much of you is Original? they answer back with absolutely no hesitation. Like they aren’t even gonna pretend both of them know what he’s hiding under two and a half layers of clothes and a fox face.

There’s a nasty drop in performance as his threat assessment takes that bit of data in. It’s not exactly a safe question no matter how he tries to twist and turn it.

>> None of your business Noir sends, giving up on feigning human slowness.

>> It’s rare, finding working Lux models in the open, especially after the callback. 

They’re folding their dumb hover arms, leaning nonchalantly against the railing a floor up, and Noir pointedly makes sure not to turn his head towards them even though he knows they know he’s seen them.

He’s also refusing to look up what that matte jerk is talking about. Knowing isn’t gonna help him out of whatever situation this is.

>> I’m not a Lux model, Noir sends, stubbornly.

>> Well, I suppose a mod is more accurate, if you want to be technical. But I am a bit of a connoisseur at this point. I’d know that joint outline anywhere. And it’s not one that integrates well with flesh.

Noir stares at his ankle joint, which isn’t even that exposed, that is some impressive visuals the creep has. 

>> Maybe I just couldn’t afford proper prosthetics and made do with what I could get cheap, he responds, hoping for a miracle he doesn’t really believe in.

>> Lux parts are not cheap, they answer back, confirming Noir’s suspicion he can’t just squirm out of this awful conversation. That stupid copycat smile curls at the edges as he tugs the pant leg down to cover that bit of exposed frame. ‘Also, your ID is still reading Lux Industries.’

“Crap,” Noir says to himself. He never should’ve responded by text.

>> You’re not very good at the famous Lux service mindedness, the matte asshole writes after Noir has given them the silent treatment for 138 seconds straight, or in more human terms… forever. Noir audibly scoffs and folds his arms. 

>> Never said I was one. And what, are you dumb enough to think customer service people are just like that all the time?

They shift their dumb elegantly angled frame enough that Noir can follow it even at the not optimal angle and rests their arms in a new, more thoughtful pose.

Noir hates that he can tell that design is built over the same base concept as his, only refined. Showoff.

>> I have studied several, never got to see a Lux in action though

>> And you won’t. Stop implying I’m one, I’m not gonna dance for you no matter what tune you play.

>> A shame. You really are very rare now, records and demo versions really do not give an accurate sense of real life interaction. I would love to pick that programming of yours apart, see how it runs. Would you let me have a look? 

It doesn’t seem to really register what they’re saying is intensely creepy, or they’re just that arrogant, Noir keeps the annoyed yelling he wants to do down. 

>> Nope. Gonna call me in anytime soon, or are you gonna wait for me to start rusting away down here? he writes instead. Cause that is where this is going, isn’t it? It wouldn’t be the first time.

They do something with their hand, Noir can’t quite tell what from this angle, but something about it makes his much taxed threat assessment module have another fit. 

>> I won’t, for now, nobody has made a high enough bid. And you might change your mind. they send back, and before he can react they’ve slipped away.

Noir knows it won’t actually help any, but he still shudders, to get that staticky feeling clinging to his everything to go away.

He grabs his knife and charger and packs them away.

Something about this place doesn’t feel so safe anymore.

[saphronethaleph]

Around The Galaxy In Eighty Hours

Rey left the Falcon behind, walking up the steps on the Ahch-To island, and she fought the urge to run.

It had taken all this struggle to get here. All this time. The map BB-8 had carried… so many who’d been lost on the way… and now she was here.

She was going to ask Luke Skywalker for help. The legendary Jedi Master, the one who had defeated the Emperor.

As she climbed, though, a niggling little feeling began to gnaw at her.

Where was he, anyway?

She’d been assuming he was somewhere high up, and the Force wasn’t pointing her anywhere else. But she couldn’t see him, and as she reached the very top of the stairs… there was no sign of him.

“Master Skywalker?” she asked, looking around. “Master Luke?”

“Jee-dhai?” one of the locals asked, in a curious voice.

“Huh?” Rey replied, turning. “I… well, I don’t think… I want to be, but I’m not one yet… do you know where Master Skywalker is?”

The hooded alien shrugged, and pointed to one of the rock huts.

Curious, Rey entered.

It was immediately obvious Master Skywalker wasn’t in the hut. There wasn’t room. There was barely room for Rey… but, after a moment, she spotted something odd.

A folded piece of flimsiplast, with a metal-rimmed piece of crystal on it.

Taking the crystal, Rey was surprised to find that it felt… warm, and tingly. It fizzed with an unidentifiable but oddly familiar energy, and she turned it over before opening the flimsiplast.

It held only one sentence.

Use the Force on the crystal.

“...is this going to be a riddle?” Rey asked. “Or a trial of some sort?”

Silence answered her, and she took a deep breath before closing her eyes and focusing.

It was still… difficult, to call on the Force at will, but she could do it.

As she did, the crystal glowed, then filaments of light streamed out of it to form a face.

Master Skywalker’s face. She was sure of it.

“To whoever has found this,” he began. “Firstly, if this is Ben… well done for coming back to the light. And if not… I’m glad there are others besides myself who can use the Force without being tainted by the Dark Side. This crystal has been constructed using the techniques of the ancient Holocrons, which would shatter if they were forced open by the Dark Side.

He paused. “The Caretakers have a few of them, in case they need to replace one. Anyway… if you came here, then either the Force guided you here to Ahch-To or you came following the map. And if you came following the map, you came looking for me.”

Master Skywalker’s expression turned rueful. “So I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m not here. I left. I grew up on a desert planet, and this place just… unsettles me. It gives me the creeps to see all that water. Hurricanes should be illegal, and this planet has some really nasty ones… anyway, I’ve moved somewhere where I don’t need to worry about that. You’ll find me in the Bespin system, on Cloud City…

Rey’s eye twitched, as the blue illusion of Master Skywalker’s face listed off an address.

The crystal fizzed slightly, and she dropped it before she could break it somehow, then crouched down and picked it up again – not accessing it with the Force, this time.

“Right,” she said, her voice tight, and turned to go right back down the slope again.

“You’re back early,” Chewbacca said, concern in his voice.

“Luke’s not here,” Rey replied, hitting the switch to raise the Falcon’s ramp. “Do you know where Bespin is?”

Chewie blinked.

“What?” he asked. “Yes, I know where Bespin is… you’re saying he’s on Bespin?”

“Apparently,” Rey replied. “Though I suppose the map is a map to where he went, not where he is. It’s not like he was updating it…”

Cloud City was an amazing sight, though it had begun to pall slightly for Rey when it took them half an hour to get a landing permit.

Eventually Chewbacca called in a favour from someone called Lobot, and ten minutes after that Rey rang the door chime on the address Luke had given her.

Then she stood outside, waiting.

It was strange to be in a completely built environment. Even the ground under her feet ultimately had nothing beneath it but air… and yet all this was kept in the air by technology.

If Rey hadn’t known quite so much about how solidly built repulsorlift units were, she might have been unsettled.

The door hissed open, and a woman looked out. “Yes?”

“I’m looking for Luke Skywalker?” Rey asked, awkwardly.

“Oh!” the woman said. “You know, he didn’t leave a forwarding address, but he did ask that something be given to anyone who came looking for him… hold on a moment, please.”

The door hissed closed again, and Rey leaned on her staff and groaned.

“I’m guessing we’re leaving?” Chewbacca asked.

“We’re leaving,” Rey confirmed. “For somewhere called the Dagobah system.”

She held up the crystal she’d been given. “If you’ve never heard of it, this should help, at least. It’s got a planetary map, as well… and a long, long complaint about vertigo.”

“He did once fall out the bottom of Cloud City,” Chewbacca volunteered. “That would give anyone vertigo… here, anyway.”

“So after spending a month here, I realized what training with Master Yoda had let me forget until then,” the pseudo-visible Jedi Master explained, as Rey focused – not without some annoyance – on the crystal she’d found in a hut. “Which is that Dagobah is damp. I can’t walk very far without sinking into the swamp, the only food available is moss soup… Master Yoda stayed here for decades, and I can see the argument that a Jedi should be inured to physical discomfort, but I just can’t take it any more. I’m going to Ajan Kloss.”

“Really?” Rey asked. “Really?”

She focused, drawing out her anger, and expelled it with a sigh.

Where on Ajan Kloss was she supposed to be looking, anyway?

The holocron-alike crystal shimmered, showing an Ajan Kloss planetary map, and Rey committed it to memory before closing her hand around the delicate-seeming crystal.

“All right,” she said. “Ajan Kloss, then! And there had better be a Jedi Master there.”

There was not.

“So it’s been the rainy season…” the next crystal declared. “And it’s not as swampy as Dagobah or as rainy as Ahch-To, but it’s a lot warmer and the combination is absolute hell. I thought it was the rainy season when I was here before, but it turns out that it was actually the dry season. This is the rainy season, and it never gets dry. Nothing gets dry. The humidity is absolutely one hundred percent constantly. The floor’s covered with millipedes and our robes are growing fungus on them.”

Rey shuddered involuntarily.

It did sound bad.

They were fortunately in the dry season again, or at least she assumed so since the rain coming down outside was only moderately heavy and the geography hadn’t been entirely covered by cloud.

“What’s worse, the plants here even grow at night,” Luke complained. “So that’s it. I’m done with this place. We’re moving somewhere where there’s no need to worry about plant life at all…”

“Are you sure this is necessary?” Rey asked, two hours later.

“Yes,” Chewbacca replied, giving her another parka, and Rey put it on somewhat awkwardly. “You’re from a desert world. You know how Dagobah was cold and wet?”

“I’m having trouble forgetting,” Rey replied.

“Well, that’s about fifteen degrees,” Chewbacca explained. “Hoth is minus forty. I was cold there.”

Rey stared.

“...do you have any more warm clothes?” she asked.

Eventually, with some difficulty, Rey struggled into the ruins of the Rebellion’s Echo Base.

It was below freezing cold, and intensely annoying, and what was worse was that there wasn’t even a Jedi Master there. Instead, there was another crystal.

It mostly contained Luke complaining about how kriffing freezing it was, and that he’d spent three days here before electing to move to the Forest Moon of Endor.

“What is this?” Rey asked, after extracting herself from the parkas and as the Falcon sped towards the Endor system. “Is it some kind of sick joke?”

“I’ll give this for Endor, it’s warmer than Hoth,” Chewbacca contributed.

The Endor map led to an Ewok village, where they treated Chewbacca like an old friend and sniffed at Rey with great suspicion before Chewbacca managed to make himself understood enough to explain that she was a friend.

Then an Ewok shaman said… something… and Rey found herself involved in some kind of blessing ceremony. It was surprisingly useful, in that it actually involved the Force, but Rey was struggling to concentrate by the second hour… and it wasn’t until the fifth that she actually managed to convey the question she had.

The Ewoks discussed amongst themselves, then finally realized what she meant, and led her to a large treetop hut.

An empty hut, with nothing but some folded flimsiplast on the table, and a crystal on top of it.

Rey wanted to scream, but she didn’t want her hosts to take it the wrong way.

“If you’ve ever met Ewoks, you’ll know they’re brave warriors and good people,” Luke said, as Rey slumped over the Dejarik table on the Falcon.

Both she and Chewbacca were watching Luke’s latest message, and part of Rey hoped that wherever it was going to be was far away enough that she could get some rest.

The rest of her was wondering if they could just give up looking.

“But they’re also… a bit much,” Luke went on. “It took a month or two, but ultimately it got to be too much for us, so we decided to move on. This time we’re going to somewhere where we should be able to be alone, and as a bonus we can be out of the rain as well… it’s a lot like a homecoming, in some ways. We’re going to the Great Temple on Yavin Four.”

Chewbacca muttered something, and went to set the autopilot.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I have actually got bored of green,” Rey said, as they flew low over the jungles of Yavin Four. “I didn’t think it was possible to get bored of something that quickly.”

Chewbacca shrugged.

“Are we picking anything up?” he asked.

“Not on the long range,” Rey replied, sitting down and checking the scanners. “Nothing on passive… that’s just because Luke wants to hide, right?”

She detected a note of desperation in her voice. “It’s not because he’s moved on again, right?”

Chewbacca didn’t say anything, but he did raise an eyebrow at her.

Searching the Great Temple took about an hour, and they didn’t find a Jedi Master.

They did, however, find one of the now all-too-familiar crystals, and Rey stared balefully at it before clasping her hands and letting out her anger.

Again.

Then she snatched it up, wanting to know where they were going to have to go this time.

“You know…” Rey said, as they broke orbit. “I actually almost sympathize with that one.”

“You do?” Chewbacca asked.

“Yeah,” Rey agreed. “Knowing that the temples here were literally built by slaves who were members of the original Sith species… it’s a Sith Temple. I imagine any Jedi would be uncomfortable with that.”

She looked down at the crystal. “I really wish he’d put one of these on Ahch-To, though.”

“No argument there,” Chewie mumbled. “At least Naboo is an easy one…”

“I don’t know much about the place,” Rey said. “Only that it was involved with the Clone Wars, somehow. Or maybe something before the Clone Wars.”

The crystal pointed them to a very fine town house in Theed, which did not have Master Luke in it.

Instead, it had a droid, who beeped and whistled at them.

“We’re looking for Master Skywalker,” Rey said. “Please tell me you know where he went.”

The droid beeped again.

“...Master Amidala?” Rey repeated. “But Master Skywalker said to come here…”

“Same person, it’s just his mother’s surname instead of his father’s,” Chewbacca provided. “Show the droid one of the crystals?”

“It can’t hurt,” Rey conceded. “Is this some kind of ancestral home, then?”

She activated one of the crystals, and the droid whistled gleefully before opening an internal compartment and depositing another crystal in her palm.

“Right,” Rey said, rubbing her forehead with her free hand. “It’s a good thing the Falcon is so fast. We must have done a lap of the galaxy by now.”

“We’ve mostly been going through the middle, but yes,” Chewie agreed. “Where now?”

“That’s always the question,” Rey conceded, focusing.

If there was one thing this was good for, it was learning to master her anger.

“I know, I know, I said we’d be here for good,” Luke apologized. “But I ran into a Palpatine on the street yesterday, and it freaked me out.”

He shook his head. “I know, they’re from a different branch of the family, not everyone called Palpatine is evil… but it really unsettled me and I can’t feel comfortable here any more. Not after I heard from Binks about how Palpatine exploited both my parents… and him.”

The Jedi Master let out a long sigh. “But being somewhere I inherited… it helped, really. It reminded me of the other place that I inherited. We’re going back home. Beggar’s Canyon and the Lars homestead. Ben, if you’re the one hearing this… I’m sorry that we couldn’t give you the childhood that my aunt and uncle gave me.”

The force hologram disappeared, and Rey closed her eyes.

“That didn’t even give us a planet,” she said.

“No problem,” Chewbacca replied. “I know where we’re going. I know where Luke grew up.”

He nodded to the droid. “Thanks for your help.”

The droid whistled, waving a probe cheerfully.

Naboo to Tatooine. Mos Eisley to the Jundland Wastes to the Lars homestead, and from there on to Beggar’s Canyon.

Rey could feel the tension building in the air. Like the signs of a sandstorm, but more positive.

Signs of… something. Maybe signs of hope.

“Found something,” Chewbacca said. “Zeroing in on it now.”

The Falcon banked, slowing, and Rey went to the ramp as it opened. Around her, the light transport hovered on repulsorlifts, and she held on to a stanchion as she leaned out into the hot, dry air.

“I can see something!” she reported, through her comlink. “Bring us down another four metres… all right… I’m getting out here, land as near as you can.”

“Got it,” Chewbacca replied, and Rey slipped out of the door.

She landed with a roll, and shaded her eyes to look closely at what she’d spotted.

There was no mistaking it. It was a hangar bay. Built into the side of Beggar’s Canyon, concealed from above except at exactly the right angle, and big enough to service plenty of ships at once.

There were ships there, in fact. Two transport shuttles, a light and utilitarian variety, and a heavier and heavily modified yacht. But there was space for several more, and Rey frowned as she approached.

This didn’t feel empty in the way the other places had been, a difference that only made sense now she’d felt both sides of it.

It felt… lived in.

Then three young adults – a strange four-legged two-armed half-equine, a more familiar Bothan, and a human – came out of a doorway, all looking at her warily.

“Who are you?” the bothan asked. “Why are you here?”

“I’m looking for Master Luke Skywalker,” Rey explained.

“...oh, well, you just missed him,” the half-equine replied. “He’ll be back-”

“Lusa!” the Bothan protested. “Operational security!”

“Right, right,” the now-identified Lusa said. “Why do you want to speak to him?”

“Because we need him,” Rey said, simply. “To fight the First Order. I… brought his old lightsaber?”

She held it out.

“Whoa,” all three youngsters said, at once.

Then the Falcon came flying back over, still looking for a landing spot, and the human gasped.

“Is that the Millennium Falcon?” he asked. “Did you come here with Han Solo and Chewbacca? Does that mean Ben-”

“No,” Rey replied. “Han’s dead. He… Ben killed him.”

That put a damper on the mood.

“...so, where is Master Luke?” Rey asked, after a few seconds. “Who are you? What are you doing here? I’ve been following his messages for more than a day!”

“Well…” Lusa began. “We’re… trainees?”

“The old word was padawans,” the Bothan supplied. “Master Luke decided that… uh… he said that he remembered what Master Yoda said, and that the only thing that mattered was the spirit. That you had to learn to avoid the Darkness, and that everything else you could learn at your own pace, however fast or slow that was.”

“And all the teachers left about two hours ago in their X-Wings,” the human contributed. “So we’re the ones defending the Academy!”

“I am going to need some time to process this,” Rey said. “...wait, in X-Wings?”

“We had a fleet,” Poe said. “Now we’re down to one ship, and you’ve told us nothing!”

He waved his hands, for emphasis. “Tell us that we have a plan! That there is hope!”

Admiral Holdo stared back.

“There is a plan,” she said. “But I don’t have to tell you what-”

“Admiral!” someone interrupted. “Hyperspace signatures! It looks like… they’re snub fighters, twelve of them!”

Holdo’s shoulders slumped.

“And there it is,” she declared, as the tension left, and she sat back into her seat. “Turn the ship! Prepare for close engagement!”

The radio crackled.

“All wings report in,” came a voice, Luke Skywalker’s voice, and it was so unexpected that Poe staggered back a pace.

“Katarn standing by,” one of the fighters reported.

“Horn, standing by,” another voice added.

The reports came, one by one. Jade, Dracos, Solusar, Durron, Ikrit, Binks, Desann, Korr, Penin. Then they broke for an attack run, and Poe could only stare.

He knew he was a good pilot. One of the best.

But even he had to admit that he couldn’t outdo that squadron.

[eoieopda]

can you please write about hobi helping his gf!reader with depression? thank you so much. I love your writing style.

Did I narc on my own depressive-episode habits? Yes. Yes, I did. 🫣 Shout-out to “the chair” - you keep me together, bb.

It’d been hours since you checked your phone. Maybe days, but it didn’t matter much to you. You lost the plot of linear time a while ago.

When you finally mustered the willpower to search for your phone, it took longer than you’d ever admit to find it among the battalion of cups assembled on your nightstand. For the past few days, their numbers grew; and so did your frustration with yourself. Most of the time, you laid with your back turned to your mess so you could forget that it existed. Who needed object permanence, anyway?

It shouldn’t have been so difficult to force your body out of bed, but it was. Eating, showering, staying adequately hydrated - it all cost more than you could currently afford, and you hated feeling this broke. But you had cement in every cell, and dealing with the fog in your brain was already exhausting enough. How could you practice “self-care” if you simply couldn’t give a shit?

The only force stronger than your desire to stay in bed was the guilt you felt in wasting another second there. It was supposed to be a tool - a respite - not a tomb. So why did you keep yourself buried there?

With a groan, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position and checked the stockpile of notifications on your phone. It was a cyclone of texts you hadn’t read, missed calls, and voicemails likely asking why you’d ignored the previous two attempts at contact. Even when faced with the consequences of falling off the radar, you didn’t care to put yourself back on it. Admitting that to yourself only made you feel even worse.

Still, there was one person who was entitled to proof of life. One person whose presence recharged your battery rather than depleted it. He didn’t deserve radio silence, even if you hadn’t gone dark of your own volition. The least you could do was verify your continued presence on this mortal coil.

Hoseok was pure magic - beautiful, baffling, and effervescent. No one you’d ever met was as intuitive as he was; and nobody had the capacity to care about anything as completely and genuinely as he did. He gave you space when you wanted it and closeness when you needed it. And he could tell which of those to provide without you having to say a word - even if you couldn’t make that determination yourself.

He knew you, and that’s precisely why you felt you didn’t deserve him.

Swallowing that thought before it could tug you deeper down the rabbit hole, you dialed his number. And when you heard it ringing outside your bedroom door, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

Oh god.

Your apartment had turned into a depression pit over the past two weeks. Incrementally, too, like a rot had taken over in slow motion. A scourge you couldn’t bring yourself to tidy up. Even the thought of someone seeing your uncharacteristic mess made you nauseous.

This was a side of you Hoseok was permitted to know about, but not one you ever wanted him to see. It’s why you dodged the question any time he asked about moving in together. There was a difference between discussing your insecurities and having him witness the root of them firsthand. If you didn’t love yourself like this, how could he be expected to?

You kicked the blankets off your legs as quickly as you could and scrambled up to unsteady feet. Your joints weren’t prepared for any movement, let alone this frantic of a pace, but you couldn’t hide forever. Your deep, dark secret was now out on display, and you needed to get this awful confrontation over - and him out - before your shame could kill you.

He froze when you stumbled out of your bedroom and into the living room. Standing several meters away in the adjoining kitchen, he held a duster in one hand and his ringing phone in the other - eyes wide and mouth frozen into the shape of an ‘o.’ Like he’d been caught red-handed with the gun still smoking.

“I figured you were sleeping,” He stammered as he turned around to tuck the duster back into the cabinet below your kitchen sink. The look on his face screamed please don’t hate me. “I thought I had more time.”

Your brain was so shell-shocked, you couldn’t form words - you couldn’t even blink. You had no idea how long he’d been in your apartment without you noticing, but in that amount of time, he’d made it unrecognizable.

Your sink, once full of the dishes you hadn’t tended to, was both empty and spotless. The rest of your kitchen was immaculately organized as if it wasn’t just littered with recycling you kept forgetting to take to the curb, and haphazard piles of items you needed to do something with. Even more confusingly, the long to-do list on your countertop now had every line crossed out.

Your wide-eyed gaze trailed over to the living room. The last time you stepped foot in there, it looked like ground zero of some major disaster. Now, thanks to Hoseok, it looked like home again.

The armchair that previously held the majority of your belongings - the island of misfit toys - was vacant. Everything you’d abandoned there over the past two weeks had been returned to its proper place. The mountain of throw blankets had been bulldozed as well. Its disembodied remnants were either neatly folded in the designated basket, or artfully draped over the back of your couch.

He’d even untangled the knot of yarn clinging to your abandoned crochet project.

Thinking of how much time it must’ve taken him to sort this all out - and how quietly he’d had to maneuver to avoid ruining his surprise - led to an explosion of tears. It was monsoon season, and you braced yourself before the flood could carry you off, out the door.

He exclaimed in horror when he saw the way your shoulders shook, struggling to carry the weight of your sobs. You couldn’t bear to see the look on his face, so you hid behind your hands and wished yourself invisible. Accordingly, you didn’t see him race over to you. It was the suddenness of his arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you into his chest, that alerted you to his presence.

“I’m sorry!” His rapid, repeated apologies spewed out like machine-gun fire, “I just - I know your brain isn’t cooperating with you right now, so I wanted to - and I know you’d never ask, but you- “

You dropped your hands and buried your face into his sweatshirt; praying to any god that your running nose wouldn’t ruin it. It came out as an exhale, weightless and automatic: “Thank you.”

“For cleaning? Baby, you don’t need to thank me.”

With a sniffle, you pulled away from him just enough to meet his eyes. “For loving me despite all this… mess.”

His face dropped like a brick. You could feel the slight shift in his posture, and you wanted to disappear entirely. Maybe this was one final courtesy before he washed his hands of you. After all, why wouldn’t he? Were you worth any of this?

“I don’t love you despite,” his incredulous tone corrected you, but his subsequent, petal-soft words cradled you, “I love you including.”

[the-black-bulls]

4, 5, and 6 for the salty ask game please? Thank you!

Salty Ask List

you really want me to talk about ships, nice 😆

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

I already talked about yamifin and zorakirsch in another ask here, but as a rule of thump most of the yami/bbs ships and zora/royalty ships count as notps in my book, as I find it clashing with my vision of their respective characters.

so let's be daring here and talk about a popular canon ship, Yami and Charlotte. I find it boring. I find it harmful to their characters. I find it a waste of screentime. charlotte is an exmaple of how women in love done poorly in shonen, IMO, and yami is also an example of how men in shonen tend to have their feelings brushed off or played for laugh. their interactions stopped being funny and grew frustrating as soon as charla took over charlotte's body and teamed up with yami, I know this ended up hyping charlotte anyway but it's pathetic that it wasn't her in the first place, and it didn't even get better afterwards with the spade kingdom and her confession... now I'm supposed to deal with the fact that yami will end up with charlotte even when he has been convinced she hated his guts thus never held feelings for her before.

Yeah. I just can't like YamiChar when it's written like this. NOTP.

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

not ruined per say and more of a case of the fandom being small and half dead right now, but I usually tend to quickly lose interest in ships that overwhelm the individual characters... for example, Grey/Gauche are rarely talked about outside of a shipping context and it's harder to find arts or fics of either of them without the other.

on another note, seeing some charlotte fans discredit characters like charla and vanessa to hype Yami/Char might've played a big part on putting me off the ship, if I see one more person referring to charlotte as luck's sister when vanessa is right here I'll snap lol.

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

Finral/Finesee... used to hate it, and hate finesse too, but a couple of good fics changed my opinion, now I'm neutral for the most part and cool with finesse even if I'm disappointed with the direction of finral's development.

[cubbyyyy]

Hi! I read that post about Ohm/Nanon and the uneasiness you are feeling about the Pat/Pran episodes. Could you fill me in? What happened between them? I am also a huge bad buddy fan. I also have high hopes for the bb episodes of Our Skyy 2. Reading your post made me a tiny bit worried. Thanks!

First up; I'm sorry for making you worry! Nothing is official and it's best to just wait till the episodes come out and be happy or angry then. The worrying before is always such a pain..

But to answer your question:

Idk how much you know about Ohmnanon but they were really good friends even before bbs and also after bbs you could often see them hanging out (it was even a meme that they see each other literally everyday) and it was all nice and fun. When you had the bbs boxset or watched P'Aofs reaction videos you could hear/ see how many scenes they actually improvised since they just knew Patpran perfectly (for example the whole phone call scene, the breakfast in bed scene, the scene where Pat stood behind Pran to play the instrument, the kisses when they officially got together, Ohms tear during the Ep 5 kiss; the way Ohm played Pat in general - Pat wasn't supposed to be in love with Pran right from the start subconsciously, it was Ohm who said he couldn't play Pat NOT in love with Pran, which is why you can see Pat being so flirty and staring at Pran so much even before they got together [the best example is the bus stop scene for that.] The list could go on but I'm gonna stop it here). During the bts you could also see how comfortable Ohmnanon were with each other, they were always kissing or hugging or playing with one another; so it got clear how they managed to get their characters dynamic so good.

And now.. well. Our Skyy 2 is supposed to be filmed now. And Ohmnanon are, let's say, not well. In the beginning of this year Ohm had a scandal (which I won't explain further right now) and it changed a lot of stuff. The fandom changed, picked sides. Many didn't want to support Ohm any longer and also didn't want Nanon to still be associated with Ohm. I would say this was the time everything changed.. The fandom turned into the ones who stayed with Ohm and the ones who stayed with Nanon and somehow every 2 business days they argue. It's a lot about protection I think and everyone feeling like their bias doesn't get as much love as the other (very kpop like). An example would be during Hi-Touch: both Ohm and Nanon had a fan ignore them during a hi-touch. And both times the stans accused the other of being at fault, threw hate towards the one who didn't get ignored or said stuff like "if it were the other way around.." which was bs, since both happened and fans reacted the same way but yeah; that's kinda how the fandom got.

And to top it all off; Ohmnanon stopped interacting. They grew very distant towards one another. Atp they don't even look at each other. They definitely don't interact. During lives they only talk to the interviewer or ppl behind the camera, never even towards one another. They don't whisper or hug or whatever else like they did before. You never see them together anymore, if they are at the same location they won't be with one another; instead they'll be with others or alone even. I think the biggest "official" indicator that everything DEFINITELY changed and isn't just paranoia was Nanons birthday wish to Ohm in march. The last 4 years (? I'm not quite sure if its 3 or 4 yrs) Ohm always got a feed post with hbd wishes and all that. This year Nanon was the only one from all GMMTV colleagues who just reposted the official GMMTV birthday wish in his story to congratulate Ohm. Everyone else posted a private pic from Ohm, a pic with Ohm or at least a pic Ohm himself made and posted; So Nanon really stood out with the official GMMTV wish, especially since he never did that with others either. And we all know how many pics ON have together bc of the whole cp thing.. so it was weird. Aka after that, many fans got the message that ON definitely are not like before; you could already see it but that was one of the things that officially kinda sealed the deal? Since it was such a drastic change to before.

Why everything changed; nobody knows. It just gets clearer that the ON cp is definitely breaking up. Maybe they had a fight. Maybe it has to do with the scandal. Maybe it's fake. Some people say it's gmmtvs stragegy to break up cps who don't wanna do another bl together and to do that they shouldn't interact publicly. But they're all just theories. What actually happened is between ON but it's still heartbreaking to see.

And with everything changing so drastically I get a little scared about the OurSkyy 2 Episodes haha.

PLUS; It seems like they want to do a mash up with ATOTS which is quite devastating.

NOW I TALKED A LOT OOPS

[lemmetreatya]

Here I am, once again dropping a Giorno request 🐖 I was thinking about Black fem reader who just loves to watch sunsets and sunrises ( i mean cmon who doesn't??) and since Giorno payed close attention to it he'd wake her up pretty early one day to watch it with her 'cause he wants to see her happy ☺️ hope that makes sense 🫶🏾

New Dawnings — Giorno x Black!fem reader

this request was so CYUTTEE!! as soon as i saw it come in i knew EXACTLY what scene i wanted to play out 🥹 ENJOY BB! 🫶🏾

—> Also, i’m claiming this reader and giorno as the same from the last request — so this is set post-confession scene 😆💖

Being able to sleep in was a privilege you began to savour more as you grew older.

Later mornings were something that rarely graced your schedule and so you had come to terms with early rises, bleary eyes and groggy thoughts.

However, despite that as the consequence, you’ve come to find love in the young mornings based purely on the fact that you were able to witness some of the most breathtaking sunrises that could have ever graced the land. The way the auburn colours painted the sky; like a blank canvas waiting to be used. It truly amazed you how picturesque morning sunrises could be and so for the time being, you stuck to it.

Yet no matter how much you had come to love a sunrise, a good lie in could never be denied.

Luckily, with how your week had fallen into place recently, it meant that you could get a few hours of sleep in before you had anything important to do.

Well, that’s what you had intended for yourself, but it looks like the person currently shaking you out of your sleep had thought else wise.

“Mmnng.”

You hadn’t even the energy to open your mouth or swat the perpetrator away. Your eyelids felt so heavy, a lot heavier than usual. You weren’t even sure if you were supposed to be awake yet.

The thought to ignore the person stuck with you. Maybe if you stayed asleep for long enough they’d bugger off, you thought. However, you soon learnt that that wasn’t going to work.

“Hey. Come on. Wake up or we’re gonna miss it.” A voice said.

Even half asleep, you knew exactly who the voice belonged to. It made the disturbance a bit more tolerable but even then, you still needed a valid reasoning.

“Miss wha’, Giogio?” You mumbled into the pillow.

The man stopped shaking you but he was now sat a top your bed, legs crossed as he looked back at you.

“The showing.” He said rather ominously.

Wearily blinking up at him, you had to lift your head so that you could read his face of seriousness.

“Huh? Wha’ show?”

Giorno shrugged.

“If you get up, I’ll show you.”

A large groan left your mouth as you let your head flop back down onto the pillow. Now that you think about it, the room was still practically quite dark. There was barely any light coming in from the outside so you sure as hell hope that whatever Giorno had to show you, was worth it.

With a sigh, you gathered your strength before flinging your blanket off of you and getting up on the opposite side of the bed Giorno was sat on. However, it’s only when you walked around your bed frame and proceeded to place your slippers on, that your sleepy brain was starting to catch up with the situation.

You whizzed round in Giorno’s direction, the blonde man’s eyes wide as he looked up at you.

“Wait, how’d you even get in here?”

Giorno looked sideways before scratching the back of his neck.

“I…have my ways?” He tried.

You watched him for a few more seconds, clearly not buying his explanation. It’s only when he smiled widely at you that you (mildly!!) relented.

“You’re lucky I like you.” You grumbled.

Still in your pajamas, bonnet and slippers, Giorno held your hand respectfully inside of his lap. He rubbed both of his palms against yours, trying his best to keep you warm, and appeased, enough to sit this in with him.

You were both currently sat inside his car. Ever since he got his license back, it’s practically been his second home.

“Giorno, I’m so cold.” You whined. “If you’re gonna keep me in here could you at least just turn the heating on. I can literally see my breath when I breathe.”

The blonde briskly brought your hands up to his mouth, blowing hot air onto them in an almost comedic manner.

“Sorry, no can do. If I put the heating on you’ll fall asleep again. I need you to stay awake.”

“But for what? You’re not telling me anything about why I’m here and I really wanted to sleep in today. You’re gonna make me grumpy and I don’t wanna be grumpy.” You groaned.

With a sigh, Giorno placed your hands back into his lap as his head leaned backwards against the chair rest. He knows he was asking for a lot, especially concerning he wasn’t relaying any helpful information to explain the situation.

Right now, you were wholeheartedly trusting that he wasn’t wasting your time and Giorno valued that from you. He just didn’t want to let you down and result in you never trusting him again.

“You’ll find out what it is in a bit.”

With an exasperated noise, you pulled your hand out from his grasp before turning towards him in an annoyed manner.

“Giorno! I do not want to be grumpy!”

The blonde opened his mouth to once again try and appease you but before he could, nature had come to his rescue as the first sighting of golden light peaked from the horizon.

Opening his side of the door, Giorno looked at you with a spark in his eye.

“It’s starting! Come on, it’s starting.”

Yet another sigh left your mouth as you sluggishly pushed yourself out the other door. When you closed it behind you, Giorno seemed to already be sitting on the hood of the car.

“I can’t believe you’ve got me up this early…” You mumbled as you find yourself automatically following Giorno’s lead and sitting besides him.

Giorno watches straight ahead at the now rising sun as the surroundings slowly cast orange and yellow glows.

With an attitude, you watch the side of Giorno’s face so that you could wait for him to look over at you and see your displeased expression. And you knew he could see you watching because a boyish grin soon graced his lips.

However, the man didn’t entertain you.

“Watch the show.” He muses without turning to look at you. You look away in a huff because the tactics that usually seemed to work on him weren’t working now.

Although Giorno, understanding how this may seem like an irritating experience to you, decided that maybe it was time to reveal his reasoning behind dragging you out so early.

Taking your hand in his once again, the blonde took a deep breath. He aimlessly rubbed his thumb over your knuckles and nails.

“I’m really new to all this, this thing we’ve got going on. And I’m trying my best to navigate all of it so do bare with me.” He started off.

Giorno usually wasn’t a brash or harshly spoken person, but hearing how his words came out frailer than normal, you knew he was being a lot more careful of the words he was trying to articulate.

Knowing that, you could already feel your moody mien start to dissipate. Feeling him tug on one of your fingers, you looked over at him with a less sour attitude than before.

“I wanna do more of the things you love, with you. And I know this may seem like the worst time and I’m sorry I woke you up so early today but I just wanted to experience this with you. Because I know you like this kinda stuff so… yeah.” He finished.

For the most part, you were speechless. Your mouth was softly agape as you watched the man with a surprised expression.

Ever since he confessed to you back then, your relationship has been the same as since when you were friends. Apart from the occasional lingering hug and holding of the hands here and there, there hadn’t been any progress.

And you know you were silly for thinking it, but you were starting to form the opinion that maybe Giorno had expressed his endearment for you within the spur of the moment and through the excitement of liquid encouragement.

However, hearing his words now and how he was actively trying to appease you, you now know you were foolish for ever thinking else wise.

“Gi…Giorno—” You started.

“Shp. It’s okay. Don’t say anything just yet.” He said as he shook his head and pointed towards the horizon. “For now, let’s just watch, okay?”

Bewildered, you blinked in shock, a stuttered ‘okay’ leaving your mouth before you turned towards the beautifully painted sky.

The scene before the both of you was breathtaking. You’ve seen so many sunrises before but this one seemed so much more divine. The way the sun slowly started to shine upon everything in it’s path was alluring.

“I love seeing sunrises. I really do.” You breathed.

No longer did you feel any form of discontent from being woken up early. The divinity of the azurian ceiling had truly blessed your morning and you could only feel assured that this moment was magical.

“This one was worth it Giorno, thank yo—”

As you turned round to thank the blonde, you were stopped mid-sentence.

With an infatuated smile, Giorno was already looking at you — the sunrise reflecting within his ocean blue eyes.

The environmental air was biting cold, but suddenly your neck, ear and cheeks were growing hot.

“What?” You bashfully mumbled, the feeling of wanting to hideaway was so strong.

Giorno only shook his head, his hand squeezing yours lightly.

“Nothing.” He mused. “I’m just watching the show.”

[aurora-313]

Not exactly BB question, but what do you think about Masaki's situation after Grand Fisher? She was an ehit quincy, to some kind of hollow-quincy hybrid-ish, lost most of her power by auswallen(is the spelling even right?) and then eaten by a hollow, and (maybe, probably) freed from the said hollow after Isshin slayed it. Than, since quincy doesnt have tolerance to hollow attack, she should have died, and we dont know what happen to a quincy when they survive the aushwallen, or if a soul can go to soul society if the hollow who ate it was slayed. Than again, for a manga dealing with soul reapers and afterlife, Bleach doesn't cover that much about those aspects after first arc.

On BB question, how does Karin and Yuzu react to their (second) first impression of cousin Kai? They met him before, but like Ichigo, they forgot about him because they meet him when they were so young. Theres just no way ther could remember him, right?

I have two opinions on that:

Option one: we're supposed to believe that as a Quincy, her soul was destroyed/dissolved when it was consumed by Grand Fisher. Since Hollow reiatsu is toxic to Quinces, it was completely destroyed. In essense, Masaki was deleted from existence.

Option two: Masaki's soul did still exist in the Grand Fisher the way all souls a Hollow consumes still exist in one fashion or another, and Isshin killing Grand Fisher released it back into the cycle of reincarnation. The individual 'Masaki Kurosaki' is gone forever, but her soul has been liberated and is free to be reborn.

Both function for the sake of the narrative. Someone once pointed out to me the tragedy of Ichigo's ability to travel to the afterlife, he can come and go as he pleases but he'll never be able to see his mother again.

BB time:

Yuzu and Karin know of Kaien, as Cousin Kai travelling over seas for work. (Ichigo hasn't banged the rock together yet. Other matters have taken up his attention, we're getting there.)

He left when they were about six months old because Aizen shenanigans. So while he couldn't be there in person, he did send along gifts for birthdays+other special occasions and postcards from travelling.

A scene I've written but haven't found a way to squeeze in yet is the sisters happening upon Kaien in the City while shopping for the house.

At first they presume, by which I mean Yuzu bawls her eyes out, Ichigo dyed his hair, grew a mullet, got into a gang fight (the scar) and went full delinquent with the tattoo, until -"You're not Ichigo." Karin points out, trying to pry Yuzu off this strange lookalike and apologising for the trouble.

Kaien finds this all hysterical and reassures the sisters (by name) that it happens all the time. Karin is sus because 'how can you know our names' and accuses Kaien of being a stalker, Kaien grumbles about hurting his feeling. They talk a little, Kaien jokingly lists off the various presents he's sent them over the years, even describing the last postcard he sent that should've arrived any day.

Yuzu glomps him again, this time with a delighted squeal of 'Cousin Kai!'. Karin's less sus, apologises for calling him a stalker which Kaien just laughs off, saying he'd be disappointed if Karin wasn't cautious then remarks she reminds Kaien of his sister.

Kaien would take them home once their shopping's done. Maybe have a chit-chat with Isshin and Ichigo before deciding to make tracks, but Yuzu exploits his ultimate weakness to make him stay for dinner: Baby sister puppy dog eyes.

They'd have a nice family chat over dinner, the twins bombarding him with questions about his travels, Ichigo gets in on it too when he discovers Kaien's been to England (specifically a region were a certain bard that Ichigo may or may not be a fan off used to live). At one point Karin would probably ask about the tattoo and scar, and Kaien would spin a technically-true story about how he and his wife were in an accident, and its his way of honouring her.

And its all nice and wholesome before shit hits the fan.

[vampyrsfang]

Hi bb! I just found your blog and im so happy to find a blog that writes for the outsiders! I was wondering if I could request perv!Dallas winston or perv!Johnny cade? Thank you babes xoxo

i just love making innocent lil babies into the biggest pervs. dallas coming later just for you babes <33

𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ; perv!j. cade x bimbo!fem!reader

summary : you're johnny's sweetheart, his air headed baby. he can't help it if he catches a peak because your skirts too short, or your tits are spilling out of your top. and it's not as if he's gotten off to the thought of you — he'd never.

warnings : nsfw, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, cute lil whiny johnny

you and johnny. while an unlikely pair, no one could imagine one without the other. innocent little johnny and his pretty girlfriend.

he loved everything about you. he loved the way your eyes would light up when he told you something others would consider common knowledge. he loved the little trinkets you'd fawn over adoringly. he loved how seriously you took your make up, making sure everything was perfect.

but what he loved most? those skimpy little outfits you'd always wear with that teasing smile of yours. when he was sure you weren't looking, he'd sneaks a peak to your exposed thighs, or perhaps your cleavage since your tits were just begging for a glance. he especially loved watching you bend over, it would get him so undeniably excited.

hearing your giggles kept a cheerful smile on his face as you were getting changed into yet another dress you wanted to show him. he knew you were supposed to be at school, so was he, but with a bat of your lashes and reassurance you’ll catch up on what you’ve missed from a classmate, he let you try on outfit after outfit whilst asking his opinion for each one.

"how does this one look?" johnny stares, shifting to hide the ever-growing buldge in his pants as he grew uncomfortably hard.

he knew you were fond of short skirts and dresses, something that he vividly remembered teachers scolding you for since you always got a size or two too small. the dress was low cut, pushing up against your lovely tits and causing them to spill out. not to mention it's length, showing of your plush thighs in a their glory.

he clears his throat, giving you a strained smile that he's sure appears as more of a grimace. noticing this, you pout.

"do you not like it?" you ask, pulling at the pink fabric gently and mentally cursing yourself. "of course you don't! i look horrid don't i?"

"you look great baby!" he splutters, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, "why don’t you give me a twirl, eh?"

giving a short twirl, you smile as you show off the back of your dress. wandering eyes trailed down your back to where your ass was snuggly fitted into the dress. god, johnny was sure he was dripping everywhere.

you turn back at him, eyes sparkling as you press a chaste kiss on the bridge of his nose. "you're so pretty johnnycake, i could just eat you up!" he whines quietly, subconsciously shuffling closer to you.

"baby," he murmurs, eyes fixed on your pretty boobs that were right there in his face. it wasn't his fault, they were just so gorgeous he couldn't help but stare. "you're killing me."

you frown thoughtfully, leaning in and resting your chin atop his head. he can't take it anymore. he couldn't help himself. both of his hands reach up to cup your breasts, and you yelp as he squeezes them firmly.

"m'sorry baby," he's not, "i just– they're just so pretty. i wanna feel them. wanna kiss them." his hands travel downwards, briefly resting on your back, before finally he has your ass in his grasp and he gropes it harshly.

you whine at the feeling, and johnny's panting breathless beneath you. "lemme fuck you baby. lemme suck those tits while i beat your pussy black and blue. wanna make my girl feel good."

never, ever, in your life did you expect johnny to say those words. but the shock is lost on you as you pull him in for a kiss, straddling him and grinding your clothed sex on his – also clothed – leaky cock.

he felt your hands play with the zipper of his pants and in one swift motion, you slipped everything off just enough for his dick to spring out. the tip of his cock was swollen, angry and red by this point, the beads of precum already having ruined his boxers.

he felt the soft skin of your palm wrap around his cock. a hiss escaped him as you started to move your hand up and down his shaft, the pad of your thumb rubbing against the slit each time you brought your hand back up.

he whines, bucking helplessly up into your hand as his eyes brim with tears. it was too good and too much, but he didn't want you to stop. he hoped you never stopped.

"fuck baby, you're so hot." one of his hands pulls the top of your dress down far enough for your tits to escape, and immediately his mouth is on them, sucking greedily.

drool drips down his chin as pre drips down his cock, everything about his motions making him feel so hot. he wants more of you and how you're making him feel. johnny leaves sloppy, open mouth kisses across your chest, feeling so overwhelmed by your hand on his length.

"wanna fill you up, sweetheart," he murmurs against your breasts. "wanna fuck a baby into you. a lil baby as pretty as you," he sucks harshly at the skin, bucking his hips up and whining pathetically. "please let me, i fucking– i fucking need it."

he's hiccuping and drooling and moaning wantonly into your chest, hands tugging at the dress and pulling it up until it resides on your stomach. quickly, two fingers are stuffed inside of you and you've never felt so good.

you're both whining and panting, brains fuzzy and bodies moving against each other. it's all so lewd, something no body would ever associate with johnny.

"fuck– shit, inside. i wanna be inside you, baby."

you moan into his neck, sucking harshly at the skin and begging him to "just do it already! fuck me, johnnycake, please!"

he places his hands on your hips and lifting you just enough so that his leaking tip was placed at your entrance. he pulls you down onto him, both of you letting out a load moan from him being inside you for the first time. you were so tight and he made you feel so full.

you're squirming and grinding up against him, he feels so good. "johnny, johnny, johnny, fuck! please, god, please! need it."

he's thrusting up into you, tears rolling down his face as he finally, finally, fucks you. his pretty baby. everything's too much, both of you moaning loud enough you're sure all of tulsa can hear. johnny's sniveling and whining, opening his mouth as he sucks desperately on one of your nipples.

your own mouth is on his neck, marking him up as he pumps himself into you so deliciously. it sends a shiver up your spine, and even after he cums for the first time he's still gradually thrusting into you in a way that has you seeing stars.

"wanna cum in you over and over," he whines, hips meeting yours as he fucks you so good. "fill my lil baby's tum with my seed. please, sweetheart, can i? can i fill you up good?"

you nod languidly, head slack against his shoulder from how good he's making you feel. he keeps going, tip nudging against that spot. you sob into his neck, gummy walls clenching as you cum on his cock.

even then he doesn't stop. he doesn't stop until he fills you up, over and over, cum leaking onto your sheets as he continues to lazily buck up into you. you're limp in his arms, idly pressing gentle kisses to his neck as he finally ceases his assault on your pussy.

save to say, that's johnny's favourite dress of yours.

[luvfae]

LITTLE STAR

PART TWELVE

summary: elliot's been watching you for a while, but he never dared to approach you. you were a good girl at heart and he didn’t think you'd want anything to do with him. all of that changes one friday night at a party, when both of your worlds collide.

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: drug use, swearing, mentions of addiction

little star masterlist

All hell had broken loose. Cassie had been fucking Nate behind Maddy's back. For obvious reasons, you took Maddy's side, but you couldn't help feeling a little bad for Cassie. She had been through it.

You were high out of your mind on oxy's, which you had been taking every single day since Elliot introduced them too you. Even when Elliot would deny giving them to you, you'd wait until he left the room and crush one up anyway.

It was the opening night of Lexi's play, you were getting ready, listening to Elliot as he strummed away at his guitar.

Elliot hadn't spoken to Rue or Jules since the day that they decided to flush her drugs and you could tell he was missing Rue. She was his best friend after all. And sure, he had you, but a girlfriend and a best friend are two different things. Sometimes you just needed your best friend, you understood.

"Do we have to go watch this play?" Elliot asked, his strumming coming to a halt as he watched you take your top off.

You glanced over your shoulder, scoffing at him. "Yes, Lexi's my best friend Elliot," you said, your shorts falling to your ankles. "I can't miss this play," you said, slipping into your dress. "Can you zip this for me?" You asked.

Elliot stood up, placing his guitar onto his bed and moving over to you, slowly zipping your dress up. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you smiled.

"Thanks," you said.

A knock on Elliot's door made you jump and your eyes snapped over to the doorframe to see Rue.

"Rue," you smiled, rushing over to the girl, giving her a hug. "You look good," you said, noticing that she was sober. Rue smiled, thanking you before glancing over at Elliot. "Uhh, i'll give you two some space," you said, grabbing your phone from Elliot's bed and hurrying down the stairs to chill with Elliot's cousin until Rue left.

"You trust him alone up there with her?" Elliot's cousin asked you, a joint in between her lips.

"Yeah, I trust him," you shrugged.

She laughed, passing you the joint which you gladly accepted. "You got more faith in men than me, Y/N," she said.

-

Rue left and soon after you and Elliot headed over to the school to watch Lexi's play. Elliot wanted to sit up the back, but you convinced him to join you next Maddy, Kat and BB, closer to the front.

Lexi hadn't told you much about her play, in fact, now that you think about she hadn't told you anything. You had no idea what this play was about, until the lights dimmed and the curtain rose and out walked Lexi.

You watched, eyebrows knitted together, confusion all over your face. Trying to wrap your head around what you were watching and why it looked so familiar.

"There were six of us," Lexi said. "There was me, Grace," you watched Lexi as she smiled. "My sister, Hallie," a Cassie look alike replaced Lexi and you grew even more confused. "Her best friend, Marta. Marta's best friend, Luna," you looked over at Maddy and Kat, all of you seemingly thinking the same thing.

"And my best friends, Jade and Maude," Lexi said. You watched as a carbon copy of yourself sat down on the stool.

"And this is life..." Lexi said, people running onto the stage holding big letters. "Not everyone's life, but our life!"

You clapped along with everyone, glancing over at Elliot. "Is Maude supposed to be you?" He asked, you shrugged, looking back at Maddy and Kat.

"Wait, is this fucking play about us?" Maddy asked.

The play continued, real life memories flashing before your eyes. You felt nostalgic, watching everything play out before you. You laughed, even cried a few times at scenes of Grace, Jade and Maude.

"Watching Jade change hurt," Lexi said, as the actress playing you walked out onto stage wearing a dress, instead of her usual jeans and sweater. "But watching Maude change hurt even more."

You frowned, looking down at your lap. You knew this part was about to hurt.

"And I know people change. Change is good, but not this kind of change," Lexi said. "Losing one friend to addiction was bad enough, but losing two? It almost feels like your fault," Lexi said.

"What are you addicted too?" Kat whispered.

You looked over at her, confused. "Nothing," you replied. You had no idea how Lexi even knew about the choke hold that oxycodone had you in, you hadn't even told her about taking oxy's.

And then it hit you. Rue.

You had told Rue one night about how worried you were because you couldn't stop taking oxy's and when you didn't take them you felt like shit. You made her promise not to tell Elliot, but you never made her promise not to tell Lexi.

"Maybe I should have taken her home that Friday night," Lexi said, making eye contact with you. "Maybe she would still be the same Maude that she was a few months ago."

Elliot watched you as you stared up at the stage, teary eyes and a frown. He felt guilty, he did this to you. He was the reason you weren't the same good girl he used to gawk over five months ago.

The play continued, and eventually you were in tears, laughing so hard at Lexi's perception of Nate in the locker room. You laughed with Kat and Maddy, glancing over your shoulder to watch Nate shift uncomfortably before standing up and storming out of the auditorium, Cassie following behind him. You stood up along with everyone else, giving a round of applause for Lexi.

And then everything went to shit.

Cassie storming up on stage, embarrassing Lexi and making a complete fool of herself. Your heart ached, you had idolised Cassie for so many years only to watch her become someone you wouldn't even dare try to be friends with over the course of a few days.

"Oh this bitch needs to be put down," Maddy said before standing up and running up to the stage.

You stayed seated, watching Maddy run up to the stage, throwing her heels onto the ground, Kat trying to stop her, BB cheering her on. You were about to get up with them, get yourself involved in the drama until Elliot grabbed your hand.

"No way, you're not getting involved in that shit," Elliot said and you watched as your friends ran past you. Maddy screaming at Cassie.

The show had to go on and it did, you sat and watched all the way until the end. Standing up and giving a round of applause for your best friend.

And then you went home with Elliot. You laid awake, his arms wrapped around you, your head on his chest. You couldn't sleep, couldn't stop thinking about everything that Lexi had said about you in her play and how true it was.

Unbeknownst to you Elliot was awake also, staring up at the ceiling, feeling guilty for changing you.

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[jazz-miester]

!! i just noticed you answered my ask and haven't been on for a while ! it didn't notify me so sorry bb! I would love Elita with a bot! she/her reader who is shorter than Elita, only coming up to her chest. And if you do more smutty stuff have Elita be the more dominant one {I just think she gives off top energy} and maybe reader is trying to get Elita away from her work or to just relax, or random moments between them which ever is easier for you 🥰xoxo

Yesterday, today, and a thousand tomorrow's.

Pairing: Elita One x Reader

Reader type: Female Bot Reader

Song: Honey Bee- Steam Powered Giraffe

Warnings: Nothing but smut and fluff.

Tags: @rawmeknockout my dude I hope it's ok I tagged you in this but you like Elita right?

An: Nah don't worry my dude. I get it stuff happens. I was genuinely excited to write this one to. Sorry about the wait though! I hope you enjoy!

"You work so much. You know that?" Your voice is soft when you speak. Watching as your conjunx files away yet another data pad. Her answer is a hum and a look from grey blue optics. You shrug and go back to your own work.

Which currently consisted of watching Elita work. Studying her smooth motions. Fixating on the tip of her glossa peaking from between her lips. The sublet shift of her weight. Watching still as she stretched. The curve of her chest and she rises and falls.

Another data pad is finished. A new one quickly taking it's place before her.

With a heavy sigh you pick yourself up and drop the pad you were working on. Elita has been working nearly the entire cycle. Something you sought to rectify.

You rounded the desk she was working at. The tips of your digits brushing along it's cool surface. Your hips sway as you round a corner. Those same digits follow up her arm and to her shoulder. Skin across her chest plate as you sit herself in her lap.

A soft chuckle.

"Getting bored now are we?" You give a laugh of your own and curl up further in her lap.

"Is it a crime to love my conjunx?" You ask. Elita presses her lips to your helm. Her free arm coming to wrap around your waist. You press your helm into the crook of her neck. "You work so much. You deserve something nice." You mutter. Press a kiss to her neck.

"Mmm. Is that so?" Her servo rests on your thigh. You hum in response. Sit up and push the data pad away from her.

You lift yourself to straddle her thighs instead. Placing your helm back to where it was. You feel more than see her servos following up and down your thighs. She pulls you back. Lifts your chin with a single digit.

"And what are you getting at, my spark?" You grin. Shifts your hips. You feel a faint crackle of charge as you do so.

Elita laughs. Pure and sweet.

"I suppose I can put off work. Just for a moment." You laugh. Smile and grin.

"It better be longer than a moment." You grab her servo. Lay a kiss to the palm of it. "I've missed you. It's cold without you beside me." Her optics grew soft. Her lips turned to a frown.

"For that I am sorry, my dear spark. I." You cut her off. Bring her helm to rest on your own.

"I know. I know. This war has brought nothing but pain." You pull back. "But it has brought me you. And that is one bit of peace I am never giving back." Elita laughs and stands to rise. You fall from her lap. Landing on your feet.

When Elita rises to her full height you have to look up. Just barely your helm brushes her chest. Despite many making fun of your shorter stature you never found it to be an issue. It brought you Elita. And you've never felt quite as safe as you did curled up into her arms late at night. Her body covering yours from any bad from the outside.

Elita grabs your servo. Pulls you close to her and gives a chaste kiss.

"Follow me y/n." Her words are low. Sweet from her lips as she leads you from the office to your berth room. "Let me make it up to you." You say nothing. Only glad for the fact that she has stopped working. Even for a moment.

She deserved nothing less than the world. You'd give her the stars if you could. Now hidden behind smog and smoke.

Elita brought you to your shared berth. Gently, she laid you down. Her frame coming atop your own. You reach up. Cradle her jaw in your servos. Bring her down for a kiss.

Soft and sweet it was. It pulled you in. Captured you. Left you gasping as your body grew with charge. "My lovely femme." Elita breathed out. Captured your lips once again. "My sweet girl." Her lips left yours. Trailed down your jaw and to the cabling on your neck. Sucking until energon welled behind the soft cables.

"Elita." Her name fell from your lips. Speaking her name as if it were the most precious gem on Cybertron. And to you it was. The name of your conjunx. The femme you would forever give your life to. "Elita please." You spoke again.

Her mouth went further. Over your chest plates where your spark sung to hers. Called out to it's other half. Full of need. Want. Love.

It went to your thighs. Your legs falling open as Elita laid her love there. To your open valve. Her lips on you the sweetest bliss you have ever felt.

"My spark." She spoke. "My pretty femme. Look at you. So sweet for me. So open." She helped you through your first overload. Her spark pulling yours until you rose higher and higher. Charge crackling across your frame until you fell. Came down from the high. "Look at you. Oh look at you." She crawled over you. Lips still coated in your fluids.

Elita kissed you once more. You could taste yourself in her lips as her plates pulled back. Spike springing forth as she pushed into you. Hips softly rolling as noises spilled past you. Her name is a chant for those to hear.

Your chest plates pulled back on their own. You spark calling out to hers. Elita hums from above you. Her own plates pulling back.

The room is bathed in soft blue light. It darkens and brings forth the features on your conjunxs face. Her lips curve as she leans forward. Her sparking merging with yours.

Love. It spoke. Love and yearning.

Everything. You were everything to her.

The two of you fell. Sparks retreating back into their housing. Elita fell to the side of you. Drawing you into her arms.

"My love." She spoke. "My dear spark." She called you. "I love you." Elita whispered. " I loved you yesterday. Today. And I will for a thousand tomorrow's." She spoke these words every night. A promise to you.

"I love you too." You told her. Holding her servo with yours. Bringing it to kiss her knuckles. "Until the day we join the well and after." Came your response.

[littlepadika]

🎀 pink (Din)

🧼 laundry detergent (fake dating)

🍄cottage core (innocent kink)

with some fluff and smut included maybe?? 🥺👉👈💘

Hi @ppslutt I don't think we've interacted so hello! Thank you for this request! Omg i am both soft and amused by this idea. Hope you like this... Din is such a cheeky bb but at the same time a feral fucking machine hehe

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Asshole ex boyfriend, protective mando, innocent reader, unprotected piv smut, fingering, 18+

source: @reilink

"Can I sit here?"

Din startled. He had been glaring holes into the metal table at the cantina for so long he almost forgot there were other people around. He was in between bounties. Waiting for Karga to come up with something worth his time.

He nodded at the seat across from him which you fell into. He would usually say no, preferring to be left alone, but you were hardly a threat. Young and apparently unarmed. You looked stressed. Eyes darting all over the room. Were you in trouble?

"Thank you." You tapped your fingertips on the table. "My ex is here and I don't want him to see me alone."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." You stare down at your lap. "I just don't want to talk to him."

That made sense, but Din couldn't understand why you were talking to him specifically. Most people feared Mandalorians. He expected you to want to hire him or ask him to kill your ex. You glanced over your shoulder. Din followed your gaze, identifying the man in question, an arrogant looking human with his arm around a girl with her back to you both.

"I'll leave you alone in a minute." You turned your attention back to him. "What's your name, sir?"

"Mando." He grunted. You replied with your name. Din's ears perked up when he heard it. The sound of it echoing in his mind. He had never heard such a name before. "Have you ever seen a Mandalorian before?" Din couldn't help but ask.

"Is that what you are?" You felt embarrassed at his amused tone. "Am I supposed to bow or something?"

Din chuckled, which came out as a crackle through the voice coder. "No. But people tend to stay away from me because- because we're killers."

"Oh." You swallowed a gasp. It never occurred to you to be afraid. "I didn't know. I've never been off world."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snapped your head up to see your ex standing over you, an angry look on his face. "I thought you didn't like going out."

"I-I can go where I please!" You jut your chin out.

"Fucking bitch. You're just spying on me, aren't you?" Your ex spat. Din clenched his fist, not liking the way this bastard was speaking to you. He could easily break this man's arm and hardly break a sweat.

"I'm not!" You cried shrilly. "I didn't know you'd even be here."

"What are you doing with him?" Your ex turned to Mando with a sneer. "Tryin to make me jealous?"

"Obviously it worked." You glared. "Now go away."

"No hang on- you're gonna come with me and we're gonna talk."

"I think it's time for you to go." Din rested his hand on his holster, his voice impossibly low. You shivered in your seat.

"Whatever." The man gave up, backing up a little. "Good luck with this one, Mando. She's a prude."

You looked down in shame feeling angry tears sting your eyes. It was hard to believe you once loved this asshole. Din felt his temper flare in his chest. Your ex finally left, looking over his shoulder a few times to watch you and Din.

"I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I'll leave you alone now."

"I don't mind." Din said, surprising himself. He hated seeing you so upset. He thought about going up to that bastard and putting a hole in his chest, but that wouldn't make you feel better. "Can I get you something?"

"I don't know." You looked up at the bar trying to read the menu overhead.

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?" Din joked, hoping to see you smile. It worked. You let out a small giggle into your hand that made Din's heart constrict strangely. He ordered you a Tatooine Sunset.

"You don't want one?"

"No. Thank you." Din hesitated before adding "I don't remove my helmet."

"Ever?" Your eyes widened.

"Not in front of people."

"Oh." You took a small sip. "It's really yummy. Thank you."

Din noticed the prick from earlier still watching you both. "Come over here, ad'ika." He tapped the seat next to him.

"Why?" You asked, looking up from your cup.

"Because that nurf herder is watching us."

"Oh." You frowned, moving to sit next to Mando.

"Lean into me."

"Like this?" You asked again, tilting your head onto his cold beskar paldron.

"Yes. Good." Din nodded, enjoying the look of anger that passed over that bastard's face. "Sit closer."

"I-I am." You blushed, moving until your legs were pressed against him. He wasn't super comfortable with all the metal.

"On my lap, ad'ika." Din patted his thigh. He was being bold but something about your instant trust in him made him want to hold you closer. Feel your soft body on his. You go bright red as you stand and then perch on his knee. His gloved hand covered your lower back.

"Look at him." Din instructed, smirking behind his helmet.

"Oh he's so mad." You giggled. "This is fun, mando."

"It is, ad'ika." Din couldn't' help but agree.

"Wh-what does adeeka mean?" Your tongue got caught on the syllables.

"It means 'little one'."

"I'm-i'm not a child." You frowned, ducking your head. A weak objection as you were sitting in his lap right now.

"It's not just for children." Din placed another arm around your legs, pulling them more securely onto his lap. He regretted that he was in full armor because he could not feel you but that was also probably a good thing or else he'd be hard. You smelled divine.

"Mando he's still staring." You whispered against his cowl which was surprisingly soft.

"Shall we make him even more uncomfortable?"

"Mhm." You nodded, kissing Mando on his cool beskar helmet, where his cheek would be. "How's that?"

"You can do better than that." Din encouraged, enjoying the little game.

"Oh yeah!" You grinned, feeling your competitive spirit rising. "How about this?" You lowered your head, leaning against his neck, kissing him through the cowl. You could feel his warm neck and strong pulse against your lilps. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening over your thigh.

"We should walk out now. Really make him jealous." Din suggested, mostly to stop you from giving him a full on erection.

"Oh yeah." You hopped off his lap, taking his large leather clad hand in yours. "Come on."

Once outside in the warm sun you laughed at your antics. You had never had so much fun. You used to fear your ex. He was mean and cruel. You felt safe now that you had Mando. You tried not to worry what would happen when Mando was gone. Din watched you hungrily, beaming up at him, your face lit up in the daylight. He subtly turned off his tracking view in his visor so he could just see you without any distractions on his screen.

"Thank you Mando."

"You're welcome." He let go of your hand making your face fall. "What's wrong?"

"I want to keep playing."

"What do you propose?" Din felt his cock twitch behind his flight suit.

"I think he would be really jealous if I had marks on my neck." You suggested boldly. Din shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not a prude, you know that? I'm sorry he said that to you."

"I was only a prude with him. He was ugly." You grimaced but recovered. "You're beautiful, Mando, and I want- I want you. Not just to make him jealous but I want you."

"Oh Ad'ika..." Din chuckled. "We can do both."

This led to Din taking you in the alleyway behind the cantina. First he knelt down between your legs and fingered you until you were dripping into his hand. He wanted to watch your little cunt squeeze and flutter. Your little mewls grew louder and louder until you came with a cry. Din loved how innocent you were. You didn't even know how to be quiet. You didn't hide your pleasure. He hoped your shitty ex was listening. Hearing your sounds that he never got to draw from you.

Next he stood lifting you up with ease onto his hips. You were already delirious from your first orgasm you shot up to the stars when he entered you. You tightened your legs around his waist, holding onto his broad shoulders. All thoughts of being seen or herd left your mind. You were overwhelmed, Mando pushing into every corner of your senses along with your pussy.

"Fuck..." Din grunted, feeling your hot walls suck him to the hilt. It had been so long he realized how sensitive he was. And you were so tight. He held your ass up, pulling it to grind into him with every stroke.

"Oh Mando!" Your head fell back against the wall. "This-it's so good."

"Mmm you feel amazing, ad'ika. So fucking perfect." Din watched your face slacken with the pleasure he was giving you, your plush lips teasing him. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to put his lips over every inch of you. Your eyes were drooping, staring right into his visor.

"Stay with me, little one. Look- look at us." He fucked harder, leaning back slightly despite the ache in his lower back, watching the point where your flesh met. Your little swollen clit was sitting right on top of his dick, smashing against his pelvis with every stroke.

"Oh-Maker-I'm gonna cum again." You cried, scrabbling against his shoulders for better leverage. You wanted to fuck him back. Din readjusted his grip allowing one hand to be free to circle your clit.

"Who's making you cum?"

"You! You, Mando!" You cried feeling your stomach go incredibly tight then spasming with your orgasm.

"You think anyone else could make you feel this?" Din sped up also nearing his own climax. His voice was rough and torn up, cracking and stressing the voicecoder.

"No-no one else!" You answered eagerly, wanting to please him. "I don't want anyone else."

"Good girl. Fuck- you want to be mine?" He felt his cock twitching. He was seconds away from cumming inside of you. This was the last chance to pull out.

"I want to-be yours- please." You nodded vigorously, looking up at him so he could see you meant it. You dug your heels into his lower back. His grunts became short and quick with each thrust then he came abruptly, crashing his forehead against yours. You gasped feeling the spot where you were joined grow incredibly wet.

"Stars..." Din hissed feeling his pleasure prickle down his spine into his cock. "You mean it, ad'ika?"

"Yes. Show me the stars, Mando."

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[ginnyq]

So I’ve been reading the Star Wars Boba Fett YA novels lately (thanks, @neverfeedthesarlacc), and hoooo, are they a tough read. This poor bb is alone in the galaxy, with nothing but a scavenger hunt left by his dad (who really should have prepared a junior version in case he died when Boba was, oh, I don’t know, 10 YEARS OLD), his dad’s helmet (bc he couldn’t take the armor with him when he buried his father because it was too heavy for a 10-YEAR-OLD to carry), and his dad’s ship (which is stolen from him, a 10-YEAR-OLD, almost instantly). He is robbed and conned by whole-ass adults, and while he’s smart enough to understand what’s happened after it happens, he’s still 10 YEARS OLD and is lacking in some important life skills and experience (that this age-inappropriate scavenger hunt is ostensibly supposed to help him attain).

ANYWAY. Thoughts rattling around in my brain while reading about baby!Boba:

Boba has daddy issues bigger than the Death Star.

Din Djarin’s armor is silver, just like Jango’s.

Din Djarin is a simple bounty hunter single dad just trying to “make his way through the universe,” and he would do anything for his son.

Then I got this idea that won't leave me alone. But I have two other WIPs I need to finish, so I decided to write out the scene in my head with the intention of getting it on paper so I can return to my WIPs and eventually come back to this.

What follows is: an assassination attempt on Boba, Din trying to get him help, and Boba noticing the similarities between Din and Jango’s armor at an inopportune time in a less-than-ideal way. Eventual BobaDin, once Din figures out his feelings.

Shand was waiting for them when Din slammed the speeder to a stop as gently as possible in front of Jabba’s palace.

“How is he?” Her voice was threaded with an anxiety Din himself had been trying to keep bottled up.

Having positioned himself behind Boba, one arm wrapped around his chest while the other barely maintained control of the speeding bike, Din had felt every change in breathing, heard the sounds if not the words of Boba’s increasingly senseless muttering.

“Not great,” Din admitted, gently but quickly maneuvering Boba and then himself until they were no longer straddling the bike.

Shand immediately removed Boba’s helmet. It had protected him from the sand, but Din had no illusions that it might have improved Boba’s condition in any way.

Boba squinted and jerked away from the light, and Din saw his face for the first time since they stopped — it was far too pale and drenched in sweat. “No, s’my helmet, give it back.”

His arm moved as if to grab for it, but all it did was slide across and off his lap to hang limp at his side.

“S’mine!” he almost whined, shallow breaths increasing as he grew more agitated.

Shand tucked the green helmet into her side with one arm, and while Din had seen her do the same dozens of times with her own helmet, something about the way she held Boba’s was almost reverent. She cupped Boba’s cheek in her free hand in a very un-Shand-like way.

“Then hurry up and get better.” She lightly slapped his cheek and her tone returned to its familiar wryness. “I sure as hell don’t want the damned thing.”

Boba whimpered and twitched his arms again, and the feeling of unease in Din’s stomach intensified when he realized it was an even more feeble attempt to reach for the helmet.

Din took the opportunity to place his arm under Boba’s still bent knees and stand, the same way he’d carried him to the speeder. Boba’s head lolled and settled against Din’s chest.

“No …” The word was muffled by Din’s beskar.

“I’ll keep it safe with the rest of your armor,” Din murmured in Boba’s ear. “You have my word.”

Boba seemed to relax at that, and Din clutched him close as he quickly followed Shand into the palace.

“She took my ship,” Boba muttered. “She can’t have his armor, too.”

“Who, Shand?” Din asked, caring less about the answer and more about keeping Boba awake and talking. (Only a little less, though. Had Shand actually stolen Boba’s ship at some point?)

They hurried through the empty throne room. Good. That and informing the doctor had been Shand’s job. Boba wouldn’t want people to see him being bodily carried, not least because it was a sign of weakness to those who would challenge his power.

But Din also knew that Boba was a private man who hated showing any sort of weakness to anyone; Din and Shand would probably get told off just for being present if — no, when — Boba recovered.

“Aurra Sing,” Boba slurred. “Need’a get it back.”

Din hadn’t heard that one, either. He added that name to the rapidly growing list of people or places to look up. It was difficult to tell if Boba was muttering about things that actually happened or if he was delirious, but if it was the latter, barely-conscious Boba had quite a head for imaginary names.

Aurra Sing. Count Dooku. Tyranus. Someone named Winda, or maybe Windo? (Boba had some choice things to say who or whatever that was.) Vader. That one Din actually knew, which clued him in that maybe Boba wasn’t spouting complete nonsense.

And, of course —

“Karking Jedi’s fault, all of it,” Boba murmured.

— Jedi.

Boba, at least in this state, despised Jedi. He blamed them for “all of it,” cursed them, called them bastards and liars and murderers.

He’d never mentioned any of this to Din when the topic of Grogu or Skywalker or Jedi came up. And yet, he seemed to hate them so much that Din wondered if it would ever be safe to bring Grogu here. Because Grogu was learning all that Jedi stuff.

And if Boba wouldn’t want Grogu around … did he want Din around? Was he hiding how he really felt about Din like he was apparently hiding how he felt about Jedi?

Shand led them into Boba’s quarters, where a doctor and a medical droid were waiting. Both were scanning Boba with various electronics before Din could even get to the bed.

“How long has he been unconscious?” the doctor asked.

“He’s —” Din began to protest, but Boba’s face was slack except where it was pressed against the beskar, and his eyes were closed.

No. No, no, no no no …

“Boba?” Din hurried to the bed, giving Boba a shake as he did. “Talk to me, Boba. Why did Aurra Sing steal your ship?”

He laid Boba onto the bed as gently as he always did with Grogu, cradling his head in his elbow and then his hands until it landed softly on the pillow. Boba was still breathing and might have looked asleep — peaceful in a way Din marveled at, having never seen him sleep — if not for the too quick and slightly ragged breaths he drew in.

But just as Din removed his hands, Boba let out a soft moan and his eyes blinked open.

“Dad?”

Din froze. His breath caught in his throat. His heart seemed to stop, and for a moment, so did all of space and time.

How many times had he dreamed of answering to that word? How often had he wished that Grogu could speak in a language he understood, that Grogu would call him something even close to that? How many of his rare non-nightmares had concluded with him seeing Grogu again, calling Grogu “son,” hearing Grogu make a sound that approximated “dad,” only for him to wake up in tears and remember that it was just a dream, leaving him as distraught and bereft as his actual nightmares?

Too many. His chest ached with longing for it.

“Dad?”

And just like that, the galaxy started to rotate again, his heart racing and his breaths coming too fast, and Boba — delirious from something they hadn’t figured out yet — was watching him with wide, watery eyes.

Just like Grogu did when he woke up from a bad dream.

“Dad!” Boba’s voice was smaller than Din had ever heard it, and somehow, though he’d barely twitched at Shand, he found the energy to clutch Din’s arm. “Please, don’t go!”

Din tried to jerk his arm back, to stand and back away because this wasn’t right, but Boba summoned a fraction of his healthy strength from somewhere inside him and yanked Din off balance enough that he fell to his knees.

Boba wasn't Grogu. Boba was a fellow bounty hunter. A fellow Mandalorian, even if their creeds were different. Someone Din could count on to give him work when he needed the money or the distraction, someone who had helped him rescue Grogu, who hadn’t pushed or grown tired of him when he hadn’t known what to do with himself after Grogu had been sent off for his training. Boba was a friend, perhaps Din’s first true one as an adult. Din enjoyed his company — Boba was fun, and funny, and competent and powerful and terrifying and mesmerizing, and Din found himself seeking out Boba’s company more and more often lately.

Most of all, Din cared for Boba. Immensely. Differently than he cared for Grogu, but no less for it. And right now, he was afraid because Boba was suffering, was in danger, and he could only watch, utterly helpless.

“Dad …” Boba whimpered, and those deep brown, watery eyes overflowed with tears that followed the channels of scars down his face and onto the pillow. “The Jedi — I tried — your book — please …”

Boba gasped, and Din had seen Grogu like this enough to know he was upsetting himself more. That was bad for anyone, but for Boba, in his state …

“Dad — Dad, please,” Boba cried, and Din’s heart broke.

Din knew very little about Boba’s father. His name was Jango Fett. He was a Mandalorian, adopted as a founding. Boba’s armor had once been his. He was a bounty hunter.

And he was dead. Killed, from what Din could gather, decades ago during the Clone Wars.

Not unlike Din’s father.

Or Grogu’s people.

Din was vaguely aware of sensors beeping, alarms sounding, and Fennec Shand shouting, “Sedation? You don’t even know what’s wrong with him!”

“Don’t go, Dad!” Boba was saying, almost sobbing. “The Jedi — don’t fight them — please stay …”

And Din — Din did what he did best.

He stopped thinking and let his instincts take over.

“I’m right here, Boba,” he said, in the same tone he used when Grogu was upset.

He couldn’t pick Boba up like he would Grogu, but he did everything else — with one hand, he took and squeezed Boba’s, and with the other, he cupped Boba’s cheek and brushed the tears away with his thumb.

“Shh. I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Boba leaned into Din’s palm, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please don’t go, Dad …”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Din said, even as he hated himself. It felt like a lie — all of it did, but especially that. “I’m here, and you’re safe.”

Boba shook his head. “M’never safe.”

Din’s heart, which had only just begun mending itself after everything that happened on Gideon’s cruiser, shattered once more. Would Grogu have said the same thing, if he could speak with him? Did he also feel that he was never safe? Had Din broken what little trust they’d built when he’d allowed him to be captured on Tython? Had Grogu felt the same as Boba did now — as Boba had felt, perhaps would always feel — like no matter what, he would never be safe?

No. While Din lived and breathed, everyone he cared about would feel safe and protected.

“Boba.” Din took Boba’s face in both his hands. “As long as I’m here, you are safe. I’ll make sure of it. That’s the deal.”

Boba’s eyelids began to droop.

“Eyes open, Boba!”

“Mando.” A hand on his shoulder, and Shand’s voice, surprisingly gentle. “Doc’s sedating him.”

Din doubted the wisdom of that, but he relented.

“Tha’s …” Boba slurred, rapidly losing consciousness. “Tha’s the deal.”

“That’s right,” Din said, and he paused for only an instant before once again following his instincts.

He pressed his helmet against Boba’s forehead.

Boba, even as weak as he was, pushed back. “Don’t go.”

“I’ll be right here when you wake up,” Din whispered.

Boba let out one last little hum, and then his eyes fluttered closed, and his hands went slack.

Din stayed, helmet pressed against Boba’s forehead, for a full five-count. When he pulled away, he wiped the tears from Boba’s cheeks before settling back on his haunches, exhausted.

Boba was still breathing, and the beeps and alarms from before had evened out. Whatever the doctor had done, Boba was stable for now.

“If he dies …” Din growled.

He didn’t finish. He couldn’t.

“I need to know what’s wrong,” said the doctor. “The scans say he’s not injured. What happened?”

Shand explained how they’d finished the job — easy, no injuries, not even any blasters fired — and just as they had been ready to leave, Boba had stopped, sitting on his bike in sudden silence, before he swayed and fell to the ground. He’d never lost consciousness, but he seemed feverish and delirious.

“Could it be poison?”

“We didn’t eat anything,” Shand explained.

“An allergic reaction? Something injected?”

Din stood. His beskar clinked, and Shand and the doctor turned toward him sharply.

“Whatever it is,” he said, watching Boba’s unconscious form, “I’m going to find it.”

[errorpeachy]

Helloo!! I just discover your page and even tho you only have one fic I already love itt!!! I finished hxh last night and my heart need more💔💔 could you do a Killua x reader, they know each other since they were babies and their families wanted them to get married, but when Killua find out that’s when he escaped and maybe after that the reader escaped too but they don’t see each other until they are like 20 or something like that. Btw sorry for my English I suck hehehe.💕💕

I can absoLUTELY do this! And don’t worry bb, your English is great💞 I’m doing a scenario for this one~

𑁍 No Take Backs! 𑁍 《Killua x Reader》

“Hey, Hey, Killua!” You shouted, running up to him with enthusiasm. He glanced at you, raising a brow. “What is it, Y/N?” He asked, turning to you. Smiling, you took his hand in yours. “I have something to show you! Follow me!” You said, pulling him along as you walked through the forest that surrounded his house.

Fighting your way into a clearing, you watched him let out a small noise of shock. It was a beautiful, crystal clear lake, one he had never seen before. Flowers surrounded the area and light shone onto the water, making it look drastically different from his dreary house. “How did you find this, Y/N? I live here and even I haven’t seen it before.” He said, looking at you. You grinned, pointing to the scrapes on your knees. “I fell into this clearing when I went exploring. Cmon, let’s swim!” You said, jumping in fully clothed. He paused before shrugging. “Ah, what the heck.” He said before jumping in, making a big splash which caused you to giggle.

“Hey Killua?” You asked, swimming over to him. He looked up at you, shaking his head to get some of the water off of him. He looked kind of like a dog, you thought. “Yeah Y/N?” He answered, powder blue eyes staring back at you. “Let’s stay best friends forever, ‘Kay?” You said, smiling up at him. He turned pink, looking away. “Sure, I guess. You’re not THAT bad.” He muttered, causing you to smile. You were used to his antics, he acted like this ever since he could talk. Even though you two were 12, he hadn’t changed a bit.

“Okay, but no take backs!”

You woke up to the sound of arguing. You were sleeping over at the Zoldyck household, since Killua’s mom practically begged you to stay over. She was almost as protective of you as she was her own son.

Your feet met the cold wood floor of the guest bedroom as you got out of bed. Rubbing your eyes, you fixed your sleepwear before quietly opening the door. You could use Zetsu, however they would all notice it more if your aura suddenly disappeared rather than just moving around. You snuck around to the stair railing, peering between the wooden rails as you watched Killua argue with Milluki and his mother.

“I’m not marrying them!” He shouted, crossing his arms. Milluki rolled his eyes. “You should be glad mother is allowing you to marry someone in the first place, Killua!” He shouted back. Killua glared at him, before looking at his mother. “I want a choice in who I marry! Just cause we’ve been friends since we were little doesn’t mean we’d be a good match!” He said to her. “You two don’t have to be a good match to have good grandchildren. You’re the heir to the family business, and they easily match you in strength. I’m sure you two will have powerful children.” She said, causing him to give her a disgusted look. You were equally as grossed out. Sure, you did have a small crush on Killua, but children was something you definitely didn’t want to think about as a child yourself.

“Why are you even thinking about that?! I’m twelve!” He shouted. You nodded quietly in agreement, thinking it was really weird. His mother had always been a little... odd.

“Because it’s what you should be focused on! You need to take on the family business and marry the right person, and Y/N is that person!” She said, with Milluki nodding next to her. Killua huffed. “Then I’m leaving!” He shouted, storming over to the stairs. Milluki grabbed his arm. “Killua, where do yo-“ he started, but was cut off as Killua grabbed his wrist tightly with his free hand, giving him an ice cold stare. “Milluki. Let go of me.” He threatened lowly. His brother scoffed, grip tightening. In a flash, Killua dug a spare knife out of his pocket and stabbed him in the arm, causing him to reel back in shock. It was honestly a little funny, in a twisted way. His mother rushed over to Killua, pleading in her high pitched voice. He whipped around, and in an instant, she was holding her bleeding face. Her visor was knocked on the ground as she covered her face and called for her husband.

Walking up the stairs, he went over to where you were crouched down. “You’re so nosy, Y/N.” He teased, poking your cheek. You pouted. “You said you were leaving.” You muttered, looking at him. He sighed. “I am. I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you. It doesn’t feel right. I need to get out of this family business and be something that’s not related to assassin life.” He said, patting your head. You felt tears well up in your eyes, but you gulped them down. You got up onto your knees and hugged him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like vanilla.

“I’m gonna miss you, Killua.”

“I will too.”

Ten years had gone by since that night. After Killua left, you had gone over his last words to you in your head. You decided to quit your family business and become a hunter at the age of 14. Since then, you had been doing freelance jobs and earning money. Life was good. You still had memories of Killua, where you two stayed up and told ghost stories with a flashlight under his soft sheets or splashes around in the clear waters of you two’s secret lake. You hadn’t seen him since he left, but you thought of him often.

Shaking your head, you laced up your shoes. You had a match against some random person in Heaven’s Arena, and you were supposed to go fight in less than a minute. Standing up, you rushed to the tunnel, waiting for them to announce your name.

“And here we have the returning powerhouse, Y/N L/N!”

You stepped out onto the stage, smiling as you waved at the crowd. Scanning the audience, your eyes met a pair of blue ones.

Powder blue.

White hair.

It couldn’t be... could it?

You felt the air leave your lungs. It was him. It had to be. He looked grown up by now- of course he would, he would be 22. You blinked, trying to focus as the fight started.

‘I might as well show off a bit.’ you thought.

The fight was almost criminally easy. You defeated the guy rather quickly before rushing off the stage, not even staying for your victory announcement. Running through the halls, you slammed straight into another person, causing you to fall back.

“Ouch! Sorry!” You said, looking up. The boy had green hair and light brown eyes, as well as a kind smile. He offered a hand to help you up, which you accepted. “It’s alright. You did great in your fight!” He complimented, causing you to smile back. “Oh, thanks! I-“

“Gon! I was looking for you, whe-“ A familiar voice said, pausing. You looked over to see who it was. Your eyes lit up as you rushed over to him.

“Killua! Oh my god, it’s been so long! I’ve missed you so much!” You shouted, hugging him. He turned red, patting your head. “Baka! Don’t say that stuff, it’s embarrassing...” he muttered. You smiled, knowing he was still the same boy you knew long ago. The boy, who’s name you now knew as Gon, looked at the two of you confused. “You know them, Killua?” He asked. “Yeah. We grew up together, but I left to take the hunter exam when we were little and I hadn’t seen them since.” He said. You nodded, smiling at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Gon!” You said, and he nodded back. “Same here!” He said.

You turned to Killua. “Come sleep over at my place! We have to catch up!” You said. He gave a smirk, looking away playfully. “I don’t know, what if people get the wrong idea?” He asked, smirking. You smacked the back of his head. “Ow!” He said.

“Don’t be a pervert!” “Fine, fine, I’ll come over. Only cause you asked.”

Fixing the white sheets on your guest bed, you walked out to see what Killua was up to. He was sat on the couch, watching some sort of TV show about... superpowers? You sat down next to him, leaning on his shoulder. He froze, blue eyes gazing over at you. “What?” He asked, seeing you give him a gentle stare. You smiled softly. “I really missed you, Killua.” You said, hugging him. He turned red, pushing you gently by the head. “Don’t say stuff like that! It’s embarrassing...” He muttered, cheeks pink as you continued to have your arms locked tightly around his waist.

“Why did you leave without me?” You asked quietly, causing him to pause. “I needed to find myself, I needed to become something that was detached from the Zoldyck name. I figured becoming a hunter would do that, and it did. I met some really nice people, Gon being one of them.” He said, gently stroking your hair. You nodded, agreeing silently. You completely understood why he wanted to do that, but something that had been eating you alive for the last ten years had you asking one more question.

“When you said you didn’t want to marry me... was that true?”

His hand stilled, gently resting against your head as he thought quietly. “It wasn’t necessarily true, but I did feel like it wasn’t something that needed to be talked about.” He said, carefully choosing his words. You reached up and gently moved his hand off of your head, holding it in your own instead. “Ever since you left I worried about you. I know you’re strong, but I always thought about whether you were alright or not. I missed you so much- not a day went by with your name not popping up in my head.” You confessed, feeling your face heat up as you buried your face into his chest.

He still smelled like vanilla.

He tended up, his face turning red as he flicked your head. “You’re so embarrassing...” he muttered. “I’m telling the truth, though.” You said softly, looking up at him. He stated back at you, his eyes shining with... love? Was that what it was? It didn’t really matter.

“I’m in love with you, you know. You’re so stupid, making me like you.” He said, looking away as he turned bright red. He looked adorable, his cheeks puffed out due to embarrassment. You smiled, leaning up and giving him a gentle peck on the lips.

“No take backs.” You said, giggling. He rolled his eyes playfully before giving you a gentle smile.

“I’d never want to anyways.”

[mirakeul]

making miracles at mirakeul’s !!!

welcome, dear @kitashinsvks​, thank you for supporting mirakeul’s! your match will be right with you! just step this way, and you’re good to go! pardon me for the long wait, we hope you enjoy your date ! [reader uses she/her]

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"you really want to try it?" y/n's eyes sparkled. the four-course-meal date or so it says on tiktok, was an idea where people, two mostly or an even number, use an app to randomize whoever chooses what they would eat for drinks, an appetizer, the main course, and dessert.

"i am," her partner, kita shinsuke, said beside her as they walked inside the mall. "it is very interesting."

"will you do the tiktok with me?" 

"if we must, then i suppose there's no harm."

y/n grinned, getting her phone out as they filmed the intro. kita was just told to smile and wave to the camera as she filmed.

"okay, first, drinks!" y/n held out her right hand, her left filming of course. rock paper scissors, shoot! they both threw out a rock which made them grin a little. cutting the video, they did another round. this time, kita threw out paper while y/n threw out rock. 

she stopped the video, grinning at her partner. "where to, shin?"

kita guided her to the boba shop he heard from osamu. they ordered, kita with his mango and passionfruit boba and y/n getting oreo with additional cheese cream. they filmed the next part of the video with kita showing off his drink.

after a good one hour, a little before lunch, they decided to get appetizers. rock paper scissors, shoot! kita, again, threw out paper while y/n smiled, victorious, as she threw out scissors. kita smiled, asking her what she wanted. she then lead him to an onigiri place where they ordered a few types of onigiri.

kita gladly filmed for her part, showing the camera the tuna onigiri she was munching on. and then there was the main course. y/n is pretty sure she knows what kita would like, having passed the restaurant that serves his favorite. rock paper scissors, shoot! this time, kita used rock while y/n used paper. y/n grinned, already pulling her partner to the restaurant.

"you want tuna hamburger, right?" she said from beside her partner as she eyed the menu. "let's get that and maybe some sides and some sushi would be nice."

kita smiled lovingly at her, eyes full of wonder because she remembered that small thing about him. he voiced his agreements, filming the two of them as they both took a bite of their burgers.

it was the end of the day and sadly, the end of their very interesting date. only dessert left, rock paper scissors, shoot! they both used paper and with an intense stare and grin adorning their faces, they played another round. kita used paper again but y/n changed hers to a rock. he grinned, knowing what sweet treat to end the day with.

"two orders of ichigo daifuku, please." y/n's smile grew wider, loving strawberries. they filmed the last part of the tiktok, y/n editing it once she got home. needless to say, everyone in inarizaki was talking about the captain and your date, loving the new side they notice from the usually stone cold captain.

reblogs are greatly appreciated ! keep reading for a personal letter !

letter from you ;

bb !!!!! congrats on 700 omg to more milestones ahead !! i'm joining ur event whether u like it or not 😤

so i'm a she/her, 18, straight, taurus and an enfp! i love looking for something new to do but i cannot stick to it bc 🤡burnout🤡 and i hate being told what to do especially when people try to pressure me into doing smthng i dont want to.

my s/o needs to be, at the very least, taller than me (i'm like 5'3), respectful, clingy !!! (pls i am touchstarved), and fun to be with, bonus points if he could handle my random urges sjsjdj

for prefences, male please ! and i would prefer if it were inarizaki or seijoh but it doesn't really matter, i'll leave it to your judgment!

my ideal date is just wandering around the busy streets of mnl and eating streetfood, or having that rock-paper-scissor meal date (tangina *umiyak dahil single*)

again, congrats on 700 bb!!!

letter from me ;

NIEEE THANK YOU HUHU FORTUNATELY, I LIKE IT NA SUMALI KA YIE AHAHHAHAHAHA PERO <333 THANK U FOR ALWAYS SUPPORTING ME HUHUHU AND FOR BEING AN INSPIRATION ILY !!!! ALSO binigay q si kita kasi honestly bagay kau (at mejj biased aq /hj) AND SUPER NAENJOY Q YUNG DATE THINGY ALSO RANDOMIZED YUNG ROCK PAPER SCISSORS HAHAHAHAH GUMAMIT TALAGA AQ NG RANDOMIZER PARA MASAYA HHAHAHAHA tamo naman napahaba HAHAHAH PERO HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT kita x nie my fave tiktokers <333

[unwhitewashthebadbatch]

Disney Email Draft 2

(going under a cut because it's much longer. Here is the Google Doc link for anyone who would like to comment directly)

Reminder that we are encouraging critiques and comments regarding this email!

To Bob Iger, Kathleen Kennedy, Dave Filoni, Jennifer Corbett, and the creative team of Star Wars: The Bad Batch:

We hope this email finds you all well. We are fans of color, disabled fans, neurodivergent fans, and Jewish fans writing out of concern for the portrayal of our communities in the Disney+ series Star Wars: The Bad Batch. For several months now, we have been campaigning on social media to spread awareness about these concerns through #UnwhitewashTBB, a movement we began to raise awareness about the ways in which the series has poorly represented several minoritized groups of people.

Just like the creators of Star Wars: The Bad Batch, all of the creators of #UnwhitewashTBB grew up with Star Wars as the backbones of their childhoods, and for many of us, Star Wars: The Clone Wars was crucial to our development as artists, writers, creators, and lifelong Star Wars fans. We are all firm believers in the phrase “Star Wars is for everyone”, and we would like to see Disney support that message by hearing our plea.

As fans of color, as disabled fans, as neurodivergent fans, and as Jewish fans, we’ve seen ourselves on screen in both good and bad ways, but recently it has been more the latter than the former. One such reason is Star Wars: The Bad Batch, a show whose premise piqued many fans’ interest, but whose main cast has left an increasingly sour taste in the mouths of those who watched.

The series follows an elite squad of clone troopers who have named themselves The Bad Batch, due in part to their series of mutations that gives them an edge over regular clones on the battlefield. These mutations drastically altered the appearance of each of the members to a generally lighter, more Caucasian appearance--one that is inconsistent with how the original Jango Fett actor Temuera Morisson looks. Fans take issue with the implications in the writing and design of The Bad Batch: that in order to be elite, special, and better than one’s contemporaries--in order to have a story worth telling--one must also be white or as close as possible.

Merriam-Webster defines whitewashing as “to alter (something) in a way that favors, features, or caters to white people: such as to alter (an original story) by casting a white performer in a role based on a nonwhite person or fictional character” The #UnwhitewashTBB movement comes with two carrds explaining the grievances of the fans. A summary for each character is given below:

Sergeant Hunter, the leader, closely resembles Sylvester Stallone’s Rambo character, despite being a clone of a man of color. The importance of his character, the fatherliness he has with Omega, and his centrality to both their Season 7 appearance in The Clone Wars and the series itself sends the message that important people look

Wrecker is the demolitions expert, and he’s the only member of The Bad Batch with features similar to that of a Maori man’s, like Temuera Morrison/Jango Fett. He’s large with broad features, brown skin, and is a stereotype of men of color. His personality as first introduced to the audience was that of a loud, aggressive, impatient, slow man who called frequently for violence/destruction. He falls into the “Loveable Brute” trope, an observation that is supported by statements from supervising director Brad Rau and voice actor Dee Bradely Baker that Wrecker is like a little boy and has a heart of gold.

Crosshair is the sniper on the team, and he’s the most derisive of the “regs”--the regular clone troopers. Taken in conjunction with his appearance (inspired by Clint Eastwood), the various messages being sent by the writing and appearance of the other team members, and his comment about the regular troopers--the he and the Batch are superior and thus should join the Empire--his character pushes forth a message that there is superiority inherent in whitened or fully white features.

Tech, the technology specialist, has incredibly light skin and hair compared to the regular clones. His mutation made him a genius, with an IQ that outpaces that of any other clone in the Republic. Fans of color are upset that Tech’s genius mutation apparently also affected his skin color, as now this creates a direct link between intelligence and appearance/race. Contrast Tech with Wrecker, who is the exact opposite in every way, and this harm becomes only more apparent. In addition to this, many Autistic fans of The Bad Batch have noted that Tech, being “on the spectrum” (according to Dee Bradley Baker) is a popular stereotype of Autistic people: a nerdy-looking white man with a formal way of speaking who’s a genius but dismissive of others’ feelings. Baker also plays Tech with a British accent, further cementing the harmful message that intelligence is in some way connected to ethnicity.

Omega is the newest member of The Bad Batch. Despite being a pure Jango clone, she’s come out looking nothing like Boba Fett--she has lighter skin than he does, as well as blonde hair. Fans are concerned about the connection between genetic purity and light skin/blonde hair, as this is directly harmful to the people of color who don’t sport those features.

Echo is the ARC Trooper of the team, but many fans--disabled fans especially--fear that his series of disabilities have reduced him to the “droid sidekick”. Echo does not have a prosthetic, instead sporting a scomp-arm attachment that allows him to plug into computers but would otherwise hinder him greatly in daily tasks. He rarely is the focus of an episode, and the series has not given him as much attention as it has given characters like Hunter and Omega. Disabled fans worry about the lack of attention given to his medical trauma, and fans of color note that his skin color goes beyond what a brown man who’s been without sunlight for a few months would look like.

The issues do not stop here. Asian fans noticed and were harmed by a Tiananmen Square parallel in 1x10, “Common Ground”--a recreation that was led by an Eastern Asian-coded woman. Jewish fans are hurt by the antisemitic stereotype in Cid the broker, a greedy lizard woman who speaks with an accent commonly associated with New York Jews--and who is played by Jewish actress Rhea Perlman. Black fans were harmed by the whitewashing in Saw Gererra and the one other Black character in The Bad Batch being a Black woman who works for the Empire and burns civilians alive.

The full analyses can be found in the official #UnwhitewashTBB carrd: unwhitewashthebadbatch.carrd.co. We respectfully ask that you read this carrd and give a public statement in response to these criticisms.

Our movement has only gained traction since its inception on March 30th, 2021. A few months later, we wrote and released an open letter on Change.org to be signed by supporters of #UnwhitewashTBB, and every day it gains new signatures and draws nearer to the next milestone. A survey we released over a month ago has received over 1,100 responses and also continues to climb. The latter displays a range of opinions regarding The Bad Batch, but one sentiment stands out: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Omega, and Echo are written in stereotypical and actively harmful ways. Respondents were shocked at outdated portrayals of Autism, sickened by antisemitic stereotypes, and confused at how, in this current social and political climate, a family-friendly corporation like Disney could greenlight a series that sends a message that is the complete opposite of “Star Wars is for Everyone”. Some sample responses are below:

“I would just like to elaborate on the ableism aspect. As a amputee myself, I don’t like how Echo’s trauma has been ignored. The whole reason he is with the BB is because of what he went through. Losing one limb, never mind multiple, it’s extremely difficult. They made it seem like just because his prosthetic can be of use on missions, that means he isn’t grieving the loss of his actual hand. There is no healing or evolution. It also feels wrong to only address the fact that echo uses prosthetics for the sake of hacking into machinery. Prosthetics are so personal and become a real part of who you are as a person.” - Respondent 130

“...I can't believe Star Wars is still doing this, and that an entire team of animators with a huge budget can't get skin tone right. I didn't even know the clones were supposed to have a NZ Māori accent until a friend told me. That's a big deal, since I live in NZ and hear it every day…” - Respondent 209

“As someone who is neurodivergent myself, Tech and Wrecker just. sting, you know? in a “is that really what you think of us” kind of way. I grew up in an environment where intersectional equality was heavily discussed, and I can still miss things. Having Jewish friends does not mean that Cid’s antisemitic implications can’t go right over my head until someone points them out (thank you).” - Respondent 87

“As a fan of color, its irritating and painful to watch and be brushed off as "lighting issues" and see justifications made by white fans and producers...It also feels very bad to me that TCW spent 7 seasons with several arcs emphasizing that the clones were all as individual as a 'normal' person, but then undo all that with TBB, which centers a group of "special" clones (who are suspiciously white) and have them treat the "regs" as a homogeneous group who are lesser than them, and then expect us to find it within ourselves to put that aside to enjoy the MCs. The way the treat "regs" is very offputting and it made me dislike them since their introduction...Star Wars is no stranger to racist and antisemitic media, but I must say, the blantancy of Sid, a greedy lizard who essentially financially enslaves the protaganists, being Jewish-coded and being protrayed by a Jewish voice actress is really next-level even for Star Wars. As a Jewish fan, it really grates on me.” - Respondent 40

“I’m disabled and autistic, and the ableism is appalling to watch. Watching Echo be treated as subhuman for needing machinery to survive makes me feel like having implants to keep my spine from breaking itself would have me be the pitied member of any group. I am disgusted by the blatant antisemitism, as a fair number of my friends are Jewish and it hurts me to think that people can so easily hate others based on internalized stereotypes. Me and my friends have also critically analyzed the fact that, despite being clones of a character portrayed by Temuera Morrison, for some reason the bad batch look nothing like him in any way. No resemblance in any way: just a bunch of someone’s badly worked characters fraught with disgusting writing decisions and design choices that make no sense. It makes me angry to think that the writers for this show, and to an extent any modern writer, would believe that using harmful tropes to make a story is acceptable and someone brings in profit. I tried to watch it out of fact that my family likes Star Wars and we all grew up watching it, but all of these unhealthy assumptions and terrible choices in terms of writing and design leave a bitter and nauseating feeling.” - Respondent 605

In the survey, various questions were asked about fans’ feelings about The Bad Batch. Before reading the carrd, 34.7% of fans answered that writing was their least favorite aspect of the series, with the next being the main characters. Elaborations in the following free write made clear that the whitewashing and stereotypical writing were huge factors of these opinions. One a 1 to 5 satisfaction scale, 68.1% of respondents rated their satisfaction at a 3 or lower--again, due to the whitewashing and other issues respondents perceived in The Bad Batch. When asked to analyze pre-post carrd-reading feelings regarding the above issues, every category saw a marked increase in awareness of the issue at hand. The perceived prominence of the whitewashing went from 81.3% to 91.4% in respondents. The awareness of ableism jumped almost 30%, from 52.6% to 84.4%. The majority of respondents (59%) were not aware of the antisemitism in the series, but after reading the carrd, that statistic flipped to 80.5%, a near 60% increase from the original 26.7%. Regarding the other racist issues, the respondents went from 63.1% to 83.7%.

Fans of color, neurodivergent fans, disabled fans, and Jewish fans have been waiting for the day where we can see ourselves on screen a level of attention and care that makes us feel even more at home in the Star Wars community . If Disney’s message is truly family-friendly, if Star Wars is for everyone, then Disney needs to support these views with not just words, but with actions. Resolve the racism in Star Wars: The Bad Batch, take out the antisemitism, and treat your nonwhite, disabled, and neurodivergent characters--and fans--with the respect and dignity they deserve.

This will not be a benefit solely to the fans who are asking to be represented properly. In today’s time, popular media is facing a reckoning; media that is inclusive of and respectful towards minoritized groups ends up with leagues more popularity, high ratings, and good reviews than those that don’t. A recent and prominent example is Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, a movie for which the inclusion of Asian-Americans at nearly all levels of production boosted its image and aided in its successful box office release. Black Panther is another prominent example--a movie spearheaded by Black people that completed its box office run at more than five times its initial budget in total revenue. The proper representation of people of color is a two-fold benefit.

Star Wars: The Bad Batch already has beautiful animation that reminds many longtime Star Wars: The Clone Wars fans of their childhood.

It is our hope that you will take our concerns as well as the concerns of others into account, and address the issues that we have outlined in order to better reflect the Walt Disney Company’s commitment to inclusive, diverse entertainment for audiences of all ages. Thank you for your attention to this issue.

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don't do that again | poe dameron x reader

summary: a broken promise and a mission gone wrong

warnings: mentions of a panic attack (stay safe <3)

a/n: hope you guys had happy holidays! here's a belated christmas gift :)

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You laid silently in your bed, heavy eyes trained on the alarm clock that stood in your nightstand. 1:45, 2:36, 3:18... the time passed and you couldn't help the voice inside your head telling you that every hour gone by the probability of Poe coming back safe and sound lowered.

He was supposed to come back a week ago. Maker, you knew it. You knew this mission wasn't going to go well.

Your legs carried you through the resistance base as you furiously made your way to Poe's quarters. It was late and most people had already retired to their rooms but the few members in the hallways threw confused looks your way. As you got to Poe's room, closed fist ready to bang on his door, the thing opened before you revealing a very excited Poe Dameron whose smile disappeared the second his eyes met yours. You caught his wrist, pushing him back inside the room with you before closing the door.

"Y/n, what happened-"

"Tell me you didn't take that mission." you demanded, your raised voice unrecognizable to your own ears.

"Wait, what? This is the most important mission of my career i thought you'd be happy i-"

"Poe this is the most dangerous mission anyone in the resistance has been assigned in years."

"You think i can't do it? Is that what this is about?" he questioned in shock, failing to keep the disappointed look that formed in his face.

"No! Maker, Poe, you're one of the most skilled people this rebellion has seen but this mission could just be an ambush for all we know! I mean collecting intell in heavy-guarded enemy territory from someone the resistance hasn't even heard about? Do you realize how dangerous that is?"

"Yes, y/n, i do. You know i think you're forgetting i've been a part of this rebellion for far longer than you have." he snapped, voice dangerously low and your eyes couldn't help but widen at the hostility in his words.

"Why are you being so aggressive? I'm just worried about you." you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears already forming in your eyes. Your anger for his stubbornness now fully replaced by concern. "I know this is important to you and you know i wouldn't be saying this if i didn't actually mean it but i have a bad feeling about this mission, Poe. Please stay. Just this once." you practically begged, hand moving to cup his cheek before he harshly brushed it away.

"I think you need to go, y/n."

And with those words you were out the door and on your way back to your room. Although hurt, you weren't too worried about Poe's outburst. You guys had promised each other long ago never to leave for a mission without saying goodbye, even if you were mad at each other. He wouldn't break that promise. "Just needs to cool off." you thought to yourself before allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

When you woke up the next day it took you a second to process what had happened the night before, but once you did panic filled your senses. You quickly got out of bed, clumsily getting ready before starting to make your way to the hangar, your eyes frantically searching for any sign of Poe or the falcon.

"Hey, y/n! What's wrong?" Rey's voice broke you from your thoughts as the jedi made her way towards you.

"Where's Poe?" the question left your mouth without hesitation and the look that formed on your friend's face told you all you needed to know.

"He left for his mission an hour ago."

"No. He wouldn't just leave without saying goodbye. We promised we wouldn't do that." you muttered feeling Rey's hand on your arm as she gave it a comforting squeeze.

"I'm sorry, y/n."

After hours of staring at the alarm clock you sighed. "No way i'm gonna get any more sleep tonight." you thought to yourself, swinging your legs over the side of your bed after deciding a walk through the hangar would be a much better waste of your time. The hallways were deserted and if all the equipment didn't look so modern you would've thought you were walking through an abandoned resistance base.

Finally arriving to the hangar you started your walk through the area before your eyes landed on a beaten up millennium falcon. You violently shook your head, figuring the sight was just another trick pulled by your tired mind to torture you a bit more, but when the image of the spaceship didn't disappear you felt your blood run cold.

And then you were running through the hangar and towards the beloved ship, quickly punching in the code to open its door and before you could call out for your best friend's name you were met by an obnoxiously loud BB-8. Between the mess that were the noises produced by the small droid you were only able to pick out three words. Ambush. Poe. Shot.

You only had time to scream for BB-8 to go and get help before you were sprinting through the ship. Once you finally arrived to the cockpit your eyes landed on your best friend lying on the ground. You fell to your knees by the pilot's side, releasing a shaky breath once you confirmed he was, in fact, still breathing. Tears were starting to cloud your vision by now, and you felt your chest getting heavier by the second. You tried your hardest not to let the panic settle in. This was most definitely not the time for a panic attack; Poe was injured. He needed you. He needed you applying pressure to whatever blaster wound those bastards had given him but your body was frozen, you couldn't move. You could only stare at your best friend's beaten up face as a pool of blood grew around his body. You don't know how many minutes had passed when you felt someone pull you away from Poe and against their chest startling you in the process.

"Y/n, it's ok. We got him, he's gonna be okay." hands you could now recognize as Finn's were rubbing your arms in an attempt to ground you and bring you back from your state of panic. This wasn't your first panic attack but you usually had Poe there to help. Stars, Poe. He always knew what to do; how to help you, and now you couldn't even help him. You closed your eyes, trying to avoid the sight of his bloodied body being carried away by the medics and finally, after a couple of minutes, you gained enough strength to get on your feet (with Finn's help), and start your walk to the medbay.

7 hours. The longest, most painful 7 hours of your life and you were finally let inside the room. A sweet doctor had come to get you letting you know that, although stable, Poe was still unconscious but she hoped hearing your voice could help him. After a quick nod of reassurance from Finn and a hand squeeze from Rey, who'd met you at the medbay only a few minutes after you'd gotten there yourself, you stepped inside the room.

Poe laid on his hospital bed, face still dirty from the mission he'd barely made it out alive from and a thick bandage on his torso. You closed the door behind you, moving to take a sit next to the pilot. With a sigh you brought your hand up to his hair, brushing the brown curls away from his bloodied face.

"If only you had listened to me just this one time." you mumbled with a sad smile, your hand now moving to hold his. "I'm sorry i couldn't help you. I tried to move but seeing you like that i just- i thought i was going to lose you and i couldn't focus and i-" and then you were choking on your words and there were tears running down your cheeks again and you couldn't believe you were this pathetic because if you couldn't even help your dying best friend then what the hell were you good for. Then you felt a squeeze in your hand.

"Please don't cry." Poe's tired voice filled the room and you couldn't help but do the exact opposite, lifting your teary eyes to meet his own.

"Poe." you were barely able to mutter out before you were engulfing him in a hug. The pilot ignored the pain in his abdomen, focusing instead on how warm your embrace felt and on how happy he was to be back in your arms. His favourite place in the galaxy. "I thought i'd lost you." you confessed just above a whisper, and he hated that he could hear how mortified you were in your voice. He hated that the tears now staining his shirt were a result of his stubbornness and most of all he hated himself for breaking your spirit like this.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." he muttered into your hair, trying his best to hold you as tightly as the pain would allow it. "You were worried and i snapped at you and then i left without saying goodbye and you were right about the whole thing. It was an ambush. Maker, y/n, i'm so sorry." he kept apologizing while rubbing your back, trying to bring you as much comfort as he possibly could. But you shook your head no before attempting to reassure him.

"You had no way of knowing. It wasn't your fault Poe just- don't do that again ok? Please don't ever leave without saying goodbye again..."

"I won't. I promise."

Poe had always found amusement in complaining about the resistance beds but now, as his bare back laid in fresh sheets for the first time in weeks, he couldn't help but sigh in content.

"Alright! You're all bandaged up." you exclaimed happily, putting away the gauze you'd been given before laying down next to the pilot. It'd been a few days since the incident and the doctors had released Poe from the medbay as long as he promised he'd change his bandage daily, job you'd gladly taken. "How're you feeling?"

"I'm happy i'm alive." he replied with a smile, staring at the ceiling above, but something about his tone of voice and the slight frown still visible in his features threw you off.

"You know you can tell me anything right?" you asked softly, bringing your hand up to caress his face when he flinched at your touch. "Look at me, Poe. Please." And then his eyes were on yours. You were used to hearing the fear in the pilot's voice, no matter how much he tried to hide it through his comlink you could always sense it but this... you'd never actually seen fear in his eyes like this. He was still terrified. Terrified that he wouldn't come back home one day. That he wouldn't come back to you.

"Hey, you'll always come back home." you assured him, and you sounded so confident in your statement, so faithful that, just for a moment, he allowed himself to believe your words. "You'll always come back home because you're the best pilot in the resistance, Poe Dameron. You'll always come back home because this rebellion needs you. I need you, ok?"

Poe swallowed the lump that'd formed in his throat. "Say that again." he pleaded and Stars you could never say no to him.

"I need you, Poe. I can't do this without you." Your fingers were tracing his skin in an attempt to get him out of his head. To get him to calm down so he would finally get some proper rest. But then he was scooting closer to you, resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you." the words left your mouth before you could stop them. You pulled away from the pilot, eyes widened in fear of the rejection you knew was to come but Poe's hands found your face and pulled it towards him closing the space between you. Your eyes fluttered shut and you ignored the tear you felt running down your face as they did so. It felt right. His lips on yours that is. And when you finally had to break the kiss for air he pulled you gently into his arms. "I love you. And i really can't do this without you either."

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a/n: i'm so excited to finally post this! i've had this idea for a year now but my first attempt at writing it went so bad i gave up haha i think i've gotten a lot better ever since so hopefully you guys enjoyed! don't forget to leave feedback if you'd like and treat people with kindness <3

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