#I hope that work calms down for you for a bit!

[16novvs]

leaving tons of kiss marks ( like lipstick) on s2ep7 silcos face w/o him noticing

stain me 💋

authors note: this is my first ask, thank you so much for sending one in! this is more on the shorter side then what i typically write but your ask felt like it needed something short and sweet and so here we are. i enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy reading it!! i couldn’t find a screen cap or gif of him from that specific episode but i hope this is ok! fluffy, flirty, suggestive masterlist

You couldn’t resist sometimes. Silco, with his sharp features and ever-serious demeanor, made it impossible not to mess with him just a little. There was something endlessly satisfying about breaking through that impenetrable façade, even momentarily. This time, you had the perfect idea.

It started one evening as you sat perched on the arm of his chair, watching him pour over reports. His mismatched eyes scanned the pages with sharp intensity, the faint flicker of irritation crossing his face now and then. Likely, some underling had failed to meet his expectations—again.

Leaning closer, you pressed a kiss to his temple, a playful distraction from his relentless focus. He didn’t even flinch, still absorbed in his work. “Busy as always,” you murmured, brushing your lips over his jawline next.

“Distracting me again?” he muttered, his voice low and laced with faint amusement.

“No,” you replied innocently, pressing another kiss, this time to the corner of his lips. “Just appreciating you.”

Your grin widened as faint outlines of your lipstick smudged across his pale skin. He didn’t notice. Another kiss followed, just below his ear, then one on his cheek, then another—and another. You were in his lap now, his arm resting absentmindedly around your waist as you peppered kisses across his face. Silco didn’t mind one bit, continuing to work as best he could despite you all over him.

Before long, his features were a patchwork of lipstick marks, each one bolder than the last. By the time you were done, he looked as if he’d been ambushed by a lovesick artist. Yet Silco, ever the picture of calm precision, remained blissfully unaware, tightening his hold on you and interpreting your soft kisses as quiet encouragement to keep working.

The real payoff came later when Sevika entered the office, knocking twice before being told to enter.

“Silco, about that shipment—” she started but stopped short, her usual stoic demeanor cracking as her mouth twitched into a smirk. “What the hell happened to your face?”

Silco looked up from his desk, unamused. “Elaborate.”

“You’ve got more lipstick on your face than a bordello mirror,” Sevika remarked, before raising her hands in mock surrender as Silco shot her a sharp look. With a wry chuckle, she gave a small shrug and closed the door behind her, leaving you alone with him once more.

You couldn’t hold back the laughter that bubbled out of you. Silco’s hand finally moved to his face, realization dawning. Untangling himself from you, he stood abruptly and strode to the small mirror on the wall. His expression shifted from confusion to a rare blend of exasperation and faint amusement.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” he said, his tone sharp as he turned to you. But the faint twitch of his lips betrayed him.

“I think you look great,” you teased, stepping forward to adjust his tie as if nothing were amiss. And he did—Silco was already devastatingly handsome, but the smudges of your red lips on his face stirred something inside of you.

He grabbed your wrists gently, guiding your hands to his shoulders as his own settled at your waist, pulling you closer. “You’re lucky I tolerate your antics,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

“Tolerate?” you echoed with mock offense, looking up at him through your lashes. “I thought you loved my antics.”

Silco let out a low, velvet chuckle that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. “What am I going to with you,” he hummed.

Still in his hold, he eased you backwards until the edge of the desk pressed into your backside. Then, with calculated precision, Silco returned the favor, planting kisses across your face, each one soft and deliberate. You couldn’t stop giggling and squirming in his grasp.

After a final feather-light kiss on your lips—just enough to stain your rouge onto him—he pulled back slightly, admiring the way your cheeks flushed with warmth. You looked radiant.

And without warning, he lifted you, settling you onto the desk so that he was positioned between your legs. A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in, his hands firmly gripping your thighs. “Now,” he murmured, teasing. “Where else would you care to stain me?”

i wrote this in a bit of a rush because it iss 3 am !! comments and reblogs are very much appreciated, cheers x

[deonsx]

helloo there!!♡, I really love the way you write. I'm wondering what it would be like if sae,rin,kaiser, have a gf who is a cosplayer, tyy♡!

Hiii dear!! Have a nice read and thank youuu^^

Rin Itoshi

Rin had come home early from practice. As soon as he opened the door he heard strange noises coming from the living room. When he walked in he found you sitting on the floor trying to shape a large piece of cardboard. The room was a mess with hot glue guns paints fabric scraps and oddly shaped foam pieces scattered everywhere

“What are you doing?” Rin asked with a curious expression. You looked up at him. With a smudge of paint on your face and messy hair you smiled brightly. “I’m working on a new cosplay. This is going to be a piece of armor” you said holding up the cardboard. Rin raised an eyebrow. “Armor? That thing needs a lot of work before it even looks like armor.”

“Don’t tease me!” you retorted. “This is just the base layer. It still needs painting hardening and detailing. Rin chuckled. “Alright alright. But why does the entire house look like a battlefield? Do you even know what you’re doing?”

Though you looked a bit offended you could tell Rin was getting interested. “I watched some YouTube videos and read a few guides. It’s a bit challenging but I’m learning. Plus it’s fun”

Rin sat down next to you and picked up the piece of cardboard you were working on. “If you’re going to put in this much effort at least do it properly. You need to cut this cleanly with a craft knife” he said grabbing a knife and showing you how to do it

After that day Rin couldn’t help but get involved in your project. Sometimes he’d point out mistakes saying “You’re doing it wrong” and other times he’d grab a paintbrush to help you add finishing touches

When the cosplay was finally ready you put it on and showed Rin the completed look. As you posed excitedly you noticed the surprised look on his face. “Alright” he said after a moment “I thought it was silly at first but… it actually looks really good”

“Really?” you asked your eyes sparkling with hope. Rin shrugged. “Maybe. But after all that effort I guess I can’t say anything against it.” At the convention your armor caught everyone’s attention. People stopped you to take pictures and compliment your work. Rin stood a step behind you a small smile on his face keeping an eye on the crowd to make sure no one crossed any boundaries

Sae Itoshi

when you first mentioned your passion for cosplay he didn’t think much of it. “Cosplay? You mean dressing up as fictional characters?” he asked one day his tone calm but slightly curious “Exactly!” you replied with excitement. “It’s a lot more than just dressing up though. I design the outfits build props and sometimes even compete. It’s a hobby but it means a lot to me”

Sae gave a small nod. “If it’s important to you that’s fine. Just don’t expect me to dress up” You laughed at his response knowing it was his way of acknowledging your interests without diving too deeply

A few weeks later you were preparing for a convention. Your living room was a workshop with fabric glue guns and foam scattered everywhere. Sae walked in and paused his sharp gaze taking in the scene “You’ve been at this for hours” he commented setting his bag down

“Yup” you said not even looking up from the detailed painting you were doing on a prop. “The convention is in two days and I want this to be perfect” Sae sighed softly walking closer. “Does it really need to be this detailed? No one’s going to notice if it’s off by a little”

You shot him a playful glare. “Oh they’ll notice. Trust me cosplayers have an eye for detail” He didn’t reply but leaned down to pick up one of the finished pieces. “It’s impressive” he admitted after a moment. “I didn’t realize you made all of this yourself”

The day of the convention Sae offered to drive you there. As you stepped out of the car in your fully completed costume he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger for a moment. You looked stunning the outfit perfectly capturing the character you were portraying “You’re really into this aren’t you?” he said his voice softer than usual “I am” you replied with a bright smile. “And I love it”

At the convention Sae stayed in the background watching as people approached you for photos and compliments. He observed the way your face lit up every time someone admired your work. Despite his usual stoic demeanor he felt a subtle sense of pride

Later as you both sat down to eat he spoke up. “You’re talented. I don’t think I could have the patience to do something like that” You grinned. “Coming from you that’s a big compliment.” Sae smirked faintly. “Don’t let it go to your head”

Kaiser Michael

“You dress up as fictional characters and make all this stuff yourself?” he asked, spinning one of your half-finished props in his hand like it was a trophy.“Yes, Michael” you replied, rolling your eyes at his tone. “It’s not just dressing up. It’s crafting, designing, and bringing something I love to life. And no, you can’t break that it took hours to make”

Kaiser smirked and placed the prop back carefully. “Relax. I’m just admiring your… creativity” A few days later, he strolled into the room while you were sewing fabric for your next costume. His golden hair was slightly tousled, and he leaned casually against the doorway, watching you work. “So, when’s this big event of yours?”

“This weekend” you answered, not looking up from your work “Perfect. I’ll clear my schedule” he said with a grin. You looked up at him, surprised. “You’re coming?”

“Of course” he said as if it were obvious. “I have to see how good you are at this. Besides, you’ll need someone to make sure your fans don’t get too close”

The day of the convention, Kaiser arrived in style, dressed impeccably as always. When he saw you in your finished cosplay, his usual cocky smirk shifted into something softer. “I’ll admit” he said, circling you like a critic. “You look incredible. Almost as good as me” “Almost?” you teased, raising an eyebrow “Fine” he said with a mock dramatic sigh. “You look better than me for now”

At the convention, Kaiser stayed by your side, his presence impossible to ignore. People stared as much at him as they did at you, but he didn’t seem to mind. Whenever someone asked for a photo with you, he’d step aside, arms crossed, observing like he was the one managing your image

“You know” he whispered at one point as you posed for a group shot. “You should’ve told me earlier. I’d have joined you in costume. Imagine us as a power duo unstoppable” You laughed, shaking your head. “This is my thing, Michael. You already have football”

“But you’re my girlfriend” he said with a wink. “That makes everything you do my thing too” By the end of the day, you were exhausted but happy. Kaiser drove you home, still talking about how “you stole the show” and how “everyone was lucky to witness your brilliance”

Enjoy!

[mofongomuncher]

𝘼 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧

POV: Telling Ekko you’re pregnant

Im gonna be posting a bunch of lil Ekko oneshots on Wattpad, I feel like this man doesn’t get enough stories and it irkssss me sm. So if you’d like to read more the link is at the end!!

I'm not all that good at writing, I’m also doing this for fun so please go easy on me. I'm hoping to get better as I keep writing. But I still hope you guys enjoy it!! :3

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The Firelight base, hidden among the green thick fogs of Zaun, was Ekko's haven. A quiet—peaceful place from the chaos of the Undercity.

His little room at the top of his tree was where he could think, when the weight of leadership felt too heavy—he could sit, take a moment for himself for a little bit.

His room was filled with unfinished projects, blueprints and tools scattered all across his workbench, The lanterns and candles cast a soft, wam glow over the space, giving it a calming, almost ethereal atmosphere.

But tonight...tonight felt different.

Tonight, there was something heavy in the air.

Y/N sat on the edge of his bed, She had something she needed to say. Something that had been on her mind for days now. But the thought of how Ekko would react to it made her heart race like hell.

Ekko was seated at his workbench, tinkering with a device, his brows furrowed in concentration. When Y/N finally spoke, her voice barely rose above a whisper, it stopped him cold.

"Ekko," she began, and when he turned, the look on his face shifted. His precious brown eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, she saw his guard come down, just a fraction.

He stood, his usual cool confidence flickering for just an instant. "What's up doll? You've been acting different... is something wrong?"

Y/N hesitated.

Fuck This wasn't easy.

How do you tell someone you love so much that their life is about to change forever?

But she couldn't keep it to herself anymore.

"Ekko...I'm pregnant."

Ekko froze. His expression was unreadable for a second before his eyes narrowed, brows drawing together. His mind that was always fast, was now working overtime, processing what the hell she just said.

For a second, the silence felt like a punch to the gut, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on both of them.

"You're... pregnant?" He repeated, his voice low, almost to himself, like he wasn't sure whether to believe it or not. He just stood there, trying to find something to say but was unable to form the words just yet.

Y/N nodded, swallowing hard.

"I found out a little while ago. I just didn't know how to tell you. Hell, I didn't even know how to process it myself."

Ekko rubbed his forehead, He was silent for a moment longer before he spoke, his voice rougher than usual, but it was tinged with concern. "I... I'm not sure what to do with this Y/N...Fuck...I didn't even expect to see this coming.."

Y/N's heart clenched at the uncertainty in his voice. She had been afraid of this, of him not knowing how to react.

she took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "I didn't expect this either. I'm scared too Ekko. But I don't—I can't to do this alone. I need you."

Ekko didn't move right away, his gaze still locked on her. His hands fidgeted with a loose gear on the workbench, his mind was clearly in a battle between his responsibilities and the unexpected future baby unfolding in front of him.

"Damn..." he muttered, shaking his head, his usual confident demeanor cracked for a moment.

"...I—I don't even know what kind of father I'd be. I barely have time to think straight with everything that's going on lately." His voice softened, but it was raw, honest—Ekko was always the kind of person who wasn't afraid to show what he was feeling around me, even if it made him vulnerable.

"But I'm not gonna back down from it..."                   "Not from you."

Y/N felt the tension in her chest start to melt away as he spoke.

She stepped closer, her eyes softening, the relief obvious in her expression.

Ekko's eyes softened as he took a step closer, his hand gently cupping her face. "Whatever happens next, we'll figure it out..Like we always do." His smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He leaned in a little closer, their foreheads brushing together. He seemed to take a moment to just soak it all in, before speaking again, softer this time.

"I love you Y/N."

Y/N's smile softened, feeling her heart swell. But before she could say anything, Ekko's voice had that hint of excitement. "And I'm gonna love our baby too. I'll teach 'em alll the important stuff."

He leaned back a bit, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Can you imagine? A little mini us running around just causing all the trouble, and I'm the one trying to keep it all together while you just—well, you'll be egging 'em on won't you?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful grin. "Oh absolutely! That little ball of happiness is gonna have all of your genius and a whole lot of my sass... We'll have a little firecracker on our hands."

Ekko's grin grew, the playful energy between them settling into something warm and steady. "They'll be perfect." He stepped in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then slowly brushing his lips against hers in a gentle, lingering kiss.

When they pulled away, he smiled, his hand gently resting on her cheek. "And if they're half as amazing as you, we'll be just fine."

Y/N's heart fluttered, her smile growing as she met his eyes. "I love you Ekko."

"I love you too Y/N"

[talaok]

Christmas encounters

Summary: You invite Joel, Ellie, Din, and Grogu to your and your boyfriend's Javi Christmas party.

Warnings: Javi’s a bit jealous, but other than that, it's just chaotic writing

This is my gift to @lokischocolatefountain as a part of the @pedrostories Secret Santa event Merry Christmas Eve love!! I really hope you'll like this, I tried my very best i swear. It was such a cute idea btw, I really really loved it!! (also i hope you won't mind the joel and javi dinamic im a slut what can i say)

"c'mon Joel is just a few people I promise"

"You didn't tell me"

"I-" you stuttered "I didn't because otherwise you wouldn't have come!"

"Exactly"

he was giving you that stern dad look you'd see him direct toward Ellie countless times before

"c'mon" you smiled, looking at him and his kid "There's someone I want you to meet"

He raised his brow, not even remotely interested.

But Ellie, oh Ellie indeed was.

"Who?"

You smirked... your plan had worked perfectly.

"You'll have to find out inside"

"Joel c'mon put your big boy pants on and socialize for once"

A chuckle fled your mouth before you had time to cage it.

Joel shot a look Ellie's way, but every single one of you knew that he was gonna budge, he was nothing but a pushover when it came to her.

"an hour tops"

Ellie rolled her eyes as you let them in with a huge smile, even when Joel was shooting daggers at you.

"Stop pouting pretty boy, come meet my friend"

He sighed, before grumbling "If it's another one of your single girlfriends I'll save you some time, I'm not interested"

"I'm not setting you up Joel calm down, I've learned my lesson"

"Ellie" you called for her before she slipped through the people and you'd never find her again "Come here"

The new pair was greeted with hello and Merry Christmas by every person mingling in the entrance, and as you walked, the voices of the small crowd gathered in your living room slowly got louder until finally, you had arrived.

"there she is!" one of your friends yelled, making you smile

"Hi Joel!" Jenna almost jumped from the excitement when she saw the man.

She was one of the unfortunate women you'd set him up with... only she'd remained infatuated by him, while he on the other hand... not so much.

"Hi" he forced a smile in return as Ellie snorted.

But just as Jenna approached, you caught sight of the man you wanted to present your friends and made a beeline for him, hurriedly followed by the pair beside you.

"Din!"

He was sat on one of the chairs close to the fireplace, contemplating it deeply.

He turned at the sound of his name, his helmet reflecting the fire on its right side now.

"Hey" his modulated voice answered you, as his gaze, even if you couldn't actually tell for sure, took in the people next to you.

"These are the people I was telling you about" you smiled, pointing to the men on your left "This is Joel- and this is Ellie"

"Nice to meet you" he nodded

"nice to meet ya too... Din, right?" Joel repeated his name with uncertainty.

Yes, he was grateful it wasn't one of your girlfriends, but he still wasn't exactly expecting... this.

"yes, Din"

"Hey where is Gro-"

But just as you began pronouncing his name, you caught sight of one of the firey logs starting to magically lift from its place.

"Grogu!" Din's voice was immediately followed by the log falling back into place, as a very sorry green little guy appeared from behind his dad's armchair.

"It's ok" you smiled, your voice softening at the sight of him "don't worry about it Grogu"

"What the fuc-"

"Ellie" Joel immediately hushed the girl, who was urgently tagging at his sleeve, her eyes as wide as they would go

"What is- how- I-"

You chuckled, watching the kid stutter in amazement, her gaze trained on the little green guy who happened to be curiously watching her too.

"This is Grogu" Din spoke, "He's my- uhm... friend"

"you're friends with an alien!?"

"Ellie"

Joel's sigh was louder this time

"I guess" Din simply shrugged, seeming almost bored with the whole situation

"What!? Joel, are you seeing this!?"

But just as Joel was starting to respond, surely a lecture about being polite on the tip of his tongue, a voice sounded from behind you

"what's all the fuss? what did I miss?"

An arm wrapped around your back as you felt your boyfriend slide against your side, bringing you impossibly close to him.

"hi baby" you turned your head to look at him with a smile "Ellie and Joel just met Grogu"

"oh" he hummed, a grin splitting his lips "I see"

He took his time glancing away from you, only after getting a good look at your pretty painted lips.

"Joel" he finally said, nodding to the man

Javier had never liked Joel much, something to do with the alleged longing stares he'd direct your way far too often.

"Javier"

Joel in return, never liked him much either, you'd never figured out why.

"Hi Ellie" your boyfriend smiled now

"hi there" she took an eager step forward, as if she was presenting him with a business proposal "Changed your mind about letting me see your gun yet?"

Javi couldn't help but laugh as he shook his head "I'm afraid not"

And as Ellie went back to her place beside Joel's side to grumble with annoyance, Javier nestled his head right against your neck, leaving a quick kiss on the side of it

"you look stunning sweetheart"

You couldn't help but laugh

"And you're being ridiculous honey"

I mean it wasn't like Javier was one to be shy about showing affection for you in public, but you knew what he was doing- why he was doing it now- when Joel was right next to you

"What, I can't tell my girlfriend how beautiful she is?" his hot breath was fanning against your ear as he whispered into it "How amazing this dress looks on you?" he purred, his hand on your back slowly lowering "that I can't wait to see it on the bedroom floor ton-"

"and that's enough" you stopped him with a giggle "You're supposed to be entertaining our guests, not traumatizing them"

He shook his head with a grin, as you turned back to your guests

"So anyway, Din is a very interesting man, Joel, I think you'd get along very w-"

"Y/n!"

A shout sounded from the other side of the room. Your friend Sarah was waving her arms around to desperately get your attention

Oh god, what now?

"The bathroom!"

the bathroom? What about the bathroom?

"I'm sorry, let me just check real quick"

You excused yourself and rushed toward the commotion to find a freaked-out Sarah nervously biting her nails

"I swear I didn't do anything, I came in and there was already a pool of water there"

You frowned, opening the door to the bathroom to inspect it further.

Of course the fucking sink had to break right now

"fuck" you muttered

"It's alright maybe we can just... put a bucket under it" Sarah tried to lighten the mood

But right as she spoke those words, some valve turned or something and more water started dripping onto the floor.

"fuck me, I'll have to call a plumber"

But just then, a voice rumbled from behind you

"I'll fix it"

You turned, finding Joel right in front of you, his eyes moving from the pool of water gathering on the floor to you.

"By the time the plumber comes the whole apartment's gonna be flooded," He said simply, his voice deep and casual

"No Joel I don't want you to spend the whole night repairing the sink, you're supposed to be having fun" you immediately shook your head "I'll call a plumber"

"it's no problem darlin'" he spoke, a soft smile pulling at his lips

"but..."

He let out an amused sigh "I promise"

"Joel- you a hundred percent sure?"

"'m sure, don't worry 'bout it"

You looked at him, inspected every inch of his face to find even an ounce of uncertainty, and when you came up empty, you finally nodded.

"uhm, alright, thank you, really, I'll go look for the toolbox"

He nodded, watching you walk away, but finding an obstacle in his gaze's path.

"y'know... you're not the only one who can fix a sink" Javi grumbled, walking closer to lean on the bathroom's doorframe

"Yeah? then how come you ain't doin' it?" Joel's voice was calm, collected, but Javier saw right through it

Your boyfriend scoffed "'cause I've gotta help my girlfriend host the party"

Checkmate

"Right" Joel muttered

"Right"

Just then, when the tension in the air started getting thicker, you appeared with a big toolbox in hand

"here it is!"

Both the men's eyes followed you as you set it down next to the broken sink

"thank you darlin'" Joel smiled as you turned back to him.

"Are you kidding!? thank you, Joel, you're my savior"

There was a huge, thankful grin splitting your lips as you talked

"y'know she has a name right?" Javi interrupted whatever Joel was about to say

"babe" you shot him a look, mortified

"'m sorry, I'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable darlin'"

Jesus Christ he wasn't making anything easier for you

"it's fine Joel, Javi's just being dumb, don't mind him" you shook your head, as Javi continued watching Joel as if he'd offended him deeply.

"thank you again Joel, I owe you"

"'s nothing" he promised softly "go have fun"

And with that, you smiled at him again as you exited the bathroom, dragging your boyfriend with you.

"you're unbelievable" you muttered as soon as you were out of earshot

"And you're perfect" he murmured with that annoyingly sexy voice of his as he leaned in "Merry Christmas baby"

and just like that, his lips were on yours and all was forgotten.

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"so what do you do?"

On the other side of the house, Ellie had made herself comfortable on the armchair right next to the one Din had been sitting on all night, and she had only one thing in mind: finding out all about the man before her.

"I'm a bounty hunter"

She tilted her head, taking in his words "So you kill people?" she realized "Joel does that too"

Din gave her no answer, silence spread between the two, and she couldn't help but realize that:

"he also doesn't talk a lot- I think you'd get along well"

Din simply glanced at her, before his gaze turned back to the fire.

If she could at least see his face this would all be much easier

"Do you ever take it off- the helmet I mean- don't you get hot?"

A sigh sounded from behind the beskar

"I do, when I'm alone"

"oh" Ellie hummed "Is it like a religious thing?"

This time the man turned to her fully, and although the girl couldn't see him, she was sure he was shooting her an annoyed glare, Just like Joel liked to do... they really would get along well

"no"

A single syllable... quite the loquacious guy he was.

"Where are you from?"

Not even a second had passed and she'd already spoken again, and it was then Mando decided to accept his fate and turn fully towards the much too nosy girl... it was Christmas after all

"It's complicated" he explained, watching the girl scrutinize his hidden face "but I guess you could say Concordia"

"Is that in Europe or something?" Ellie's brow was raised as she inquired confused- she'd never heard of such a place, but then again, she wouldn't exactly be able to put the US on a map either- fedra schools and everything.

"no"

alright then

"cool," she nodded, trying to remember what else she wanted to ask "How did you get here?"

"you ask a lot of questions"

"Joel says that too" she shrugged "What can I say, I'm a curious gal"

Behind the Mandalorian's mask, a small smile pulled at his lips.

"I came here with my ship"

She frowned then "You came here on a boat? What are you some kind of pirate?"

The man shook his head "No, my spaceship"

Ellie's eyes widened so much she must have won some kind of Guinness world record

"w-what?"

"I came here with my spaceship" Mando spoke again, calm as ever

"you're fucking with me" Ellie decided

He was joking- he had to be joking. He was probably just making fun of her.

"I'm not"

"yeah you are"

The man shook his head, sighing

"it's right outside, go look if you want"

She was out of the chair in a split second, quite literally running to the nearest window and elbowing anyone in her way while doing so.

And there it was- a whole ass fucking spaceship parked just in front of the house.

"Oh my fucking god- no fucking way, no fucking way dude" she was excitedly blabbing as she ran back to him

"can... can I see it inside? please, please Mr. Din- pleasepleaseplease"

her voice had gotten higher and she was just about to kneel before him and beg him like you would for mercy when he spoke.

He let out a loud, exasperated sigh "You've gotta ask your dad"

"I'll go ask him right now!" she grinned, excitement oozing from her every pore " and he's not my dad- although he sure likes to act like it"

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Joel was in the bathroom, kneeling underneath the sink despite his back's protests.

He'd already figured out what was wrong, so it shouldn't have taken much longer... not that he was in any rush of getting back to the party anyway.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened to his left, and while he was expecting to explain to yet another guest that the bathroom was off limits for a while, he found himself face-to-face with the green guy that man Din had introduced as his friend.

"Uhm- Hi there little guy"

Grogu made a small sound as he walked closer to the man.

"If ya need to use the bathroom I can get out"

Another weird little sound

"I'm sorry buddy I can't understand you"

He was right in front of him now, his big expressive eyes examining him curiously.

He looked like Mando

"ya need to pee?"

Either he was imagining it, or he was getting better at understanding the creature because this time Joel was pretty sure the sound he made was much similar to a no.

"ok..." Joel murmured perplexed "Do ya need something or can I get back to this?" he asked nodding to the sink.

God what a weird fucking conversation- Joel felt like he was in a fever dream.

Once again Grogu chirped something incomprehensible, but his gaze shifted for a moment to the sink, so Joel decided to take that as a yes, and went back to what he was doing.

He was able to ignore the presence beside him for a little while. He was sure that at some point, he would just go away, but minutes kept passing, and the little green guy was still right there.

He turned around then, and as he did, he noticed that Grogu’s eyes weren't only on him, but on what he was doing too.

"I can... show you what 'm doin' if ya want"

Grogu's eyes sparkled with excitement at the proposal, and Joel couldn't help but smile

"Alright then, come closer"

And just like that, he listened, excitedly stumbling closer until he had the whole view of the sink.

“Alright, so you see this pipe here?” Joel asked “This is the cause of all our problems- now the thing is that it’s connected to here” he continued, pointing to the pieces he was referring to “so we can’t fix this if we don’t fix this first”

The man turned around to see confusion written all over the kid, and another small smile split his lips.

“‘s alright, you’ll get the gist of it as we go”

And so he started back up, fixing and turning and switching as he explained each and every single passage to Grogu, who listened avidly- and who as it turns out, was also a very helpful hand.

He did it so casually too-

Joel was trying to reach for a wrench just out of his reach when it was suddenly floating his way.

“what the he-” he’d started before looking right beside him, to the focused green guy who was guiding the tool to him with a simple raised hand

“right” he nodded, trying not to freak out “Right you can do that- thank you”

And from then on, he became his little helper

Can you pass me this? 

can you pass me that?

can you turn this?

can you turn that?

He was going faster than ever with Grogu’s help, and he was even having fun explaining it all to him- it wasn’t often someone was this mesmerized by the process of fixing a sink.

Which is why in no time, he was done.

“there we go- good as new”

It really was- he’d done a hell of a good job with the little guy’s help, and just as he admired it, a voice he knew far too well sounded from the door.

“there you are, I’ve been looking for you!”

Jenna was a nice girl, but he just wasn’t interested.

He had no idea what he’d done to get her so into him, but every opportunity she got, she would corner the poor man and make it impossible for him to escape her.

“Goddamnit” he muttered beneath his breath, his gaze turning to the door “Hi Jenna”

“Hi Joel, you didn’t even come and say hi to me, that’s kind of rude you know- how would you feel if I-”

All of a sudden, the door had shut in her face.

And as protests sounded from the other side, Joel looked to his right to find Grogu lowering his arm while looking at him with what looked like a mischievous glinting in his eyes.

“did you just-?” Joel couldn’t help but laugh now, actually properly laugh “Oh you’re a menace ain’t you lil’ guy?”

His words were only proven even more right when said lil’ guy jumped with what looked like too much strength for such a small thing, right onto his lap.

Again, chuckles spilled from Joel’s lips as he took Grogu into his arms.

“thank you” he smiled “you just saved my ass kid”

As Grogu looked up at him with those big kind eyes and emitted another one of the weird incomprehensible sounds, Ellie’s voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the door.

“Joel open up!” she screamed “Din said I could go on his spaceship!”

He was up in an instant

“His what!?”

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Who would have guessed that this is how the night would have ended?

Definitely not Joel

Him, Ellie, Din, and Grogu were in the Mandalorian's spaceship, and while the girl was just about losing her mind, touching and switching every single thing she encountered as Grogu showed her around, the two men were sitting back, watching their own two kids.

“thank you for… this” Joel spoke first

“It’s nothing” Mando promised, his eyes trained on Ellie now “She’s a good kid” he nodded, “she asks a lot of questions…”

“don’t I know it” Joel grumbled, making Mando chuckle

“but she funny- she’s great”

“yeah, she is… great”

It felt underwhelming to describe Ellie as great, but Joel decided this wasn’t the time to focus on semantics “So is Grogu- he helped me with the sink- he’s a good kid”

And so the two men returned to silence as their kids roamed around the spaceship as if searching for a treasure.

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Pairing; fem!reader, long-distance boyfriend!Ni-ki Synopsis; For a fleeting moment, it’s just you, Ni-ki, and the beach as he confesses his love for you before leaving for Korea. Genre; A bit fluffy and angsty - (this is very short) Warning; None, just Ni-ki being a cutie pie!

A/N: This has been sitting in my Notion app for ages (because I don't like it much)!!! Also, I am travelling so I won't be online much, but I won't leave you guys starving!! Here it is, I hope you guys enjoy it, likes and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you!

You love the beach; from the sound of the free waves crashing on the warm sand, to the smell of the salty water that reminds you of your childhood, and the thin, translucent clouds transmitting a calm peace of mind.

“This is beautiful…” you say, staring at the sun setting on the horizon. Shades of blue, grey, and yellow paint the sky like the work of the most skilled artist.

Niki smiles, admiring you. Your eyes glow in the sunlight, reflecting the landscape in your gaze. He can still smell your sweet perfume, and all of that drives him crazy.

“You are beautiful,” he flirts, nibbling his lower lip softly, loving the way you become shy at his compliments.

You turn your face towards him, and when your eyes meet his, it feels like the world has stopped. There is no plane waiting for him, no idol life, no unsupportive family, no beach or sun—just you and him.

“I hate this… I hate you…” you say, looking deeply into his pure hazel eyes. Niki reaches out for your hand and intertwines your thin fingers with his slender ones. You are cold, and he is warm. It’s funny how he is always your source of warmth.

“You don’t,” he grins. There’s something in his smile that makes you start tearing up. Maybe it’s the fact that you feel how genuine he is, or maybe it’s his adorable dimples, or his heart-shaped lips, so pink and inviting.

You break eye contact and pull your hand away from his. Your eyes are now focused on the sun, almost gone. It makes you chuckle. Riki is just like the sun—always slipping through your fingers, abandoning you, and leaving you in hopes that he will return once more.

But the nights are more interminable than ever when he’s gone. The moon is your only company on those lonely nights without him.

“I love you,” Niki confesses out of the blue, his heart beating out of his chest from those three significant words. He knows you are terrified of them, but he wants to be genuine with you.

All the air in your lungs seems to fade away like smoke, and you’re suddenly crying. Your heart shatters into little pieces. It hurts so greatly, knowing he can’t be wholly yours.

“Riki…” you call for him, trying to look him in the eyes, but he dodges your gaze.

“You don’t have to say it back,” Niki says softly, a modest smile on his lips. That’s the moment you realize how honest he is being. He loves you. He wants you. He truly does.

You laugh between tears and force yourself into his strong arms, craving his body heat. He closes his eyes and envelops his arms around you, hugging your frame and savoring your gentle scent.

“I love you too…” you confess, face buried in his neck, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

At that moment, you overhear it. “Niki, it’s time to go,” his manager says, an anxious look on his face. He also wishes it was easier, but there’s nothing he can do.

“I’m going!” Riki replies in a more cheerful voice, utterly drunk in love. You whine when you feel his arms leave you, the warmth disappearing rapidly. You pout, making him giggle.

Riki gets to his feet, wishing time would slow down. You get up too and stand there cutely, staring up at him, waiting for a goodbye kiss. Niki does just what you wanted. His arms wrap around you as your cold lips mold against his. You pull away first, feeling his manager’s gaze burning holes into your head.

Niki smiles at you once again and then smooches your forehead lovingly. With teary eyes, you smile back, hating that this is your reality. When you see Riki for the last time, the sun is already gone. So, you figure it’s time to let go. You wave at him as he climbs inside the van with its thick, opaque windows. His voice, words, smile, and perfume are still fresh in your mind.

As the car drives away, you hug yourself, the raw wind making you shiver. A single tear escapes your eye, and you wipe it away with the back of your hand, a proud smile on your lips despite the sharp pain of goodbye.

From inside the van, as Niki watches you grow smaller and smaller until you disappear, he asks the moon to take care of you.

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Hi can you write headcanons With Nikolai , Alex , Farah , Ale and rudy with Darling who have scoliosis and need to wear this brace thing to sleep?

— Yandere Nikolai, Alex, Farah, and Rudy with a GN! Darling, who has scoliosis

Warnings: Yandere behavior, details of surgery, back chronic pain, and PT.

A/N: I honestly hope you enjoy this, I did my best with my research! Please message me if anything is remotely incorrect. Happy holidays!

Edit: spelling mistakes is expected! I apologize.

Nikolai:

Nikolai has heard of scoliosis, though he doesn’t know the full extent of how extreme it can be. It can be fatal if left untreated, as he comes to understand in depth, and he really begins to frown at the times when he cannot help but rather play the waiting game.

Chronic back pain isn’t avoidable, which he finds out pretty quickly. Even lying down or walking causes you to be in some form of discomfort, and Nikolai hates coming to terms with it. He deeply tries to help you when he sees you in pain, offering to rub your tight muscles and placing a heating pad or cold press to let you sleep comfortably. Stroking your arms and waist, kissing you deeply, and rubbing your scalp to help calm your mind when it’s too much.

When heading to doctor appointments, Nikolai is always accompanying you. He understands it can be rather scary—the thought of doing more treatment or having a doctor being a prick and not believing you is incredibly nerve-wracking. But having him there, with his hand in yours and wearing his warm jacket, undoubtedly helps at times.

The corrective braces that you wear, he finds, are gorgeous, oddly enough. Despite how often you have to wear them and, at times, unsuccessfully working. Nikolai can’t help but admire how they just form your back intimately. He finds them breathtaking on you, and he never stops telling you that, whispering it in your ear each time he comes up behind you, his hands whisking around your hips to pull you closer to his form.

If correction surgery is ever needed, Nikolai will definitely feel defeated. He will sympathize with your exhaustion and most frustration. It’s something that was mostly avoided, but sometimes it’s needed. The recovery is difficult, and he’s worried about what it will do to you mentally. However, he’s there every step of the way, and if you decide to do it, he’s proud of you. In no way are you a burden, and having this surgery isn’t making you less of his spouse. He doesn’t mind caring for you—if anything, he prefers it. It allows him to understand your tolerances better and, at times, take over when you overexert yourself.

Alex Keller:

Though Alex knows and is aware of scoliosis, he doesn’t understand it as much as a whole. He understands the growing signs and the slight complications of it—but that’s mostly all. So, when you confide in him ahead of time, he’s a bit clueless. However, he does do some research on his own time to understand it better. And more importantly, how to care for and support you.

Chronic pain is something that he’s very aware of, but that doesn’t stop him from feeling awful. He loathes to see you in pain, and not just because he feels uncomfortable from it, but watching you grip your back, trying to relieve the pain but yet cry out, wants him to sob himself. It worries him deeply if the pain is too overboard, and he often talks to you about other options and if surgery is one.

Back braces suck. It’s one of the first few things he learned that’s dreadful about having your condition, but above all, he understands that they are more than a nuisance. His prosthetic is similar—it’s needed, quite annoying, but it’s there to support you.

Alex deeply sympathizes with the dreadful feeling when putting it on, so to help with your moodiness, he suggests decorating the brace. Adding stickers, making it a fun date night where the two of you draw and add symbols and all types of fabric adhesives to make you feel better. He’d even go as far as printing a picture of his face, adding you should make him a sticker and put it on, so he’s “always there for your back.”

His tight hugs and cuddles really make up for his long missions with Farah. Every time he’s home from them, his hands and arms are wrapped around you in some way—kissing your shoulders and making his way down to your back, highlighting how gorgeous you are to make you feel gorgeous.

Farah Karim:

Farah caught your condition pretty early on, understanding from watching you from afar, her “cat-like abilities” making connections. When she properly gets an answer from you, she quickly frets and worries herself by researching your symptoms and, moreover, how to support you as her sweet s/o.

In a way, she adores being attentive to you; your reliance on her is comforting to her. Despite her being a commander and being busy, you always come first. If everything is overwhelming with all the fatigue, migraines, and chronic pain, she’s right beside you. Anytime she’s at home, you can bet Farah will offer to rub your back, getting deep into your digits and letting you control where she rubs. She’ll bring pain prescriptions for easy access and come to you with homemade food she’s made, kissing your face and placing an ice or hot pack down your back brace. Hell, she’s even carried you to the couch or bathroom a few times, not minding one bit.

While she is away, your phone is often buzzing from her. She sends all types of things, especially random dogs she finds or pictures of flowers she comes across, the caption being, “Reminded me of you.” She regularly sends you funny voice clips or videos with her and Alex, without a doubt making you laugh.

Farah will definitely help you put on your back braces, tightening the straps when you struggle to do it yourself. To lighten the mood, as back braces suck, she’ll kiss your face, telling you lame jokes (she stole from Alex), and fixate on the two of you taking a walk together. But, if the pain does become too much, and the doctors do suggest surgery, she makes it your decision. She trusts you enough to make your own call, and if they persist, she shuts them up.

On days when self-consciousness and shame hit you harder, Farah will assure you over and over again that you’re stunning. In bed, she’s behind you, copying the curvatures of your back—her blunt nails following your arches like a painting because it is. It’s one of the many things that makes her have heart-eyes pupils whilst staring at you, just admiring you. She truly loves you and hates seeing you feel self-hating. To let you know you’re not alone, she’ll share her own insecurities.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra:

Rodolfo understands what scoliosis is—at least the top bare of it. He’s never known someone affected by it; therefore, he’s never had to learn nor properly research it. But, when you come into his life, he almost becomes a mother hen, studying the best treatments and systems for you, even going ahead to ask questions about your condition.

He constantly reminds you that your spine deformity shouldn’t limit you or stop you from doing what you want. It’s just a slightly bigger challenge, and he’s with you every step of the way, cheering you on in whatever hobby, goal, or career you want to succeed in. Your happiness is his happiness, so if you achieve something, he’s celebrating it with you.

Rodolfo is really on top of helping you stretch, doing some yoga with you, and helping you with your back braces. He has schedules set in the mornings and evenings to do together, and if you feel you are not up to it, he won’t push you, knowing you’re aware of what is best for your body. But sometimes, you have to push through the discomfort—and if he needs to push you to help you regain a bit of flexibility back, Rudy will do so gently, reminding you he’s right beside you the whole way.

Discomfort and being unable to move because of your own soreness leave him pinned. It’s not new for you, but it is for him—it’s uncomfortable and awkward, leaving him unsure how to properly help you. But sometimes, the best he can do is just be beside you. Helping you with items, hoping to have you get some type of joy out of snacks and rest beside you. Not having the expectancy of doing anything, just entangled limbs in bed as he traces your goosebumps, his lips pressing against your temple. He tells you what he and Alejandro did for duty that day, recounting some specific details and future plans by the two of you. Kissing your skin and reminding you that you’re his entire world.

Much like Alex above, Rodolfo heavily suggests decorating your back binder, making it more you-styled if you haven’t already done it. He understands they are bland and with no color; it doesn’t help your mood. So, he makes it a promise to help you decorate, adding some personal decorations, even if they end up bad. It’s the idea that comes in handy, and if the two of you laugh during it, it’s a start of something positive.

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It's A Date

Pairings: Steven Grant x FtM reader

Summary: Steven has had his eye on a fellow coworker at the museum for awhile, only now finding the courage to actually talk to him

A/n: I feel like Steven would be the confused but supportive type that gets incredibly nervous around his partner.

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Steven took a shaky step forward, his eyes darting everywhere except the one person he desperately wanted to look at. His heart pounded against his chest, a frantic drumbeat echoing in his ears. His hands were clammy, his palms slick with nervous sweat. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, the sudden intensity of his emotions almost overwhelming.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, the sound a tiny, strangled squeak. Finally, he closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to tap the shorter male's shoulder. The man turned around, his head cocked to the side as he regarded Steven with a curious gaze.

"Can I help you?" he questioned, his voice a soft, gentle baritone that sent shivers down Steven's spine.

Steven opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He could only manage another strangled squeak, this one even more pathetic than the first.

"Pathetic," a low, gravelly voice sneered from behind him. Steven flinched, catching a fleeting glimpse of Konshu lurking in the corner of his eye.

"Sorry, I uh… I was wondering if you'd… uh… like to…" Steven stammered, his mind a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts. He desperately searched for the right words, his face flushing crimson. "Would you… would you like to get dinner with me?"

He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the

inevitable rejection. He'd made a complete fool of himself.

"I'd love that, Steven," the man replied, his voice surprisingly calm. He tugged nervously at the collar of his crisp white shirt, a small, shy smile playing on his lips. "It's a date."

Steven's eyes flew open, a nervous laugh bubbling up from his chest. "Great, I'll uh… see you then."

They exchanged information, the air between them crackling with a nervous energy. As they returned to their work, the anticipation of their upcoming date lingered, a pleasant weight in their chests.

Later that night, Steven stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, wrestling with his unruly curls. He tugged at his suit jacket, undoing the top button, feeling slightly suffocated by the formality of it all. He paced his apartment, a whirlwind of nerves. Finally, he grabbed his blazer and a box of chocolates he'd picked up on his way home – a last-minute, somewhat desperate gesture.

He stood outside the restaurant, his eyes scanning the crowd. Then he saw him. His date was waiting by the entrance, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the bustling city. Steven's breath hitched in his throat. He admired the way the suit accentuated his date's curves, the way his hair framed his face, the confident way he carried himself.

Steven was aware that his date was transgender, though he didn't fully understand the complexities of his identity. It didn't matter to him. He was drawn to this man – his laughter, his passion for his work at the museum, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He was utterly smitten.

His date spotted him and waved, beckoning him over. "Come on," he said, "Let's get a table before the place gets too crowded."

"I uh… I got these for you," he stammered, handing him a small bouquet of roses. "I wasn't sure what your favorite flower was, so I hope these are okay."

Steven's smile widened. "They're beautiful, thank you." Steven then presented him with the box of chocolates. "I remember you saying you liked caramel, so I thought I'd get you these."

They found a table, the initial conversation a bit stilted as they both struggled to find their footing. Eventually, they settled into a comfortable silence, the low hum of the restaurant providing a soothing backdrop.

"I can't remember the last time I've been on a date," his date admitted, swirling the wine in his glass. "Most people… well, most people can't seem to get past…" He gestured vaguely towards himself.

Steven couldn't understand why anyone would have a problem with him. He'd known this man for months, and he admired him deeply. "I've never actually been on a date either," Steven confessed, taking a large gulp of his wine. "I'm glad it's with you."

Steven looked at him, his eyes sparkling. "God, you're handsome."

He felt a blush creep up his neck. "I could say the same thing about you."

The rest of the evening flew by. They laughed, they talked, they shared stories. As Steven walked him home, surprised to discover that they lived in the same apartment building, his date turned to him.

"We should do this again," he suggested.

"It's a date," Steven replied, a smile playing on his lips.

As he walked back to his own apartment, Steven felt a sense of euphoria he hadn't experienced in years. This was just the beginning, he realized, the beginning of something wonderful.

[livingformintyoongi]

Goodnight N Go | Kim Taehyung

a/n: Woop! little surprise! Here's a little sneak peek of the part of Taehyung, BOTN guitarist and kpop star, Y/N (aka, Sunny). It could be considered a kind of prologue… probably soon to appear with more content of the couples in this story! Summary: For the first time in your entire career as an artist you had gotten into a scandal, and one of the worst scandals there could have been. A rapper whose name you didn't even know had told hundreds of gossip channels that the two of you were in a solely sexual relationship. Now, with no excuse to give because no one would believe you without proof, you and your manager decided to make a completely risky bet; talk to Kim Taehyung, the guitarist of BOTN and ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend. To your surprise, he didn't hesitate to accept. The deal was clear: neither would have feelings for the other, neither would meddle in the other's relationships, and neither owed the other any explanations. At first you thought it would be simple, just another performance, just like you did for your music videos. How wrong you were. WC: 1.7k Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss @yooglefics @irishhbamb

Since quite a young age, you had been accustomed to being in the news tabloids; a young music prodigy, with a successful career since your debut, someone with charisma, kind, talented, an idol with a bright future, filled with cameras, awards, and many other things.

You were a person greatly loved by the public, with no drama throughout all your years in the industry.

Until now, of course.

"Is Sunny dating the rapper from Dragons?"

"The lead rapper of Dragons tells us about his wild relationship with idol Sunny."

"Everything that’s sweet about her, she’s equally wild, says the rapper from Dragons about his relationship with Sunny."

These and many similar headlines were flooding all social media, your phone was about to explode with all the mentions you were receiving on X, and every passing second seemed to increase your constant anxiety and crisis. What were you supposed to do in this situation? You hadn’t even known that rapper before this, how could he talk about you like that? You had barely had two boyfriends (two!) in your 24 years of life, and he definitely wasn’t on that list.

“Y/N, you need to calm down, take a deep breath, don’t panic,” murmured Jihyuk softly, your manager and only friend. It was hard to make friends when everyone seemed to have ulterior motives with you, this situation was a reminder of that.

“I’m ruined,” you whispered, pulling at your hair with force. This could easily end your career. People would go crazy if they knew you were with someone, and even worse, if they talked about what you were supposed to be like in bed. Was that even legal? He was defaming you! You should be able to sue him or something. “What am I going to do, Jihyuk? My career... my music... everything will go down the drain if I don’t prove this is a lie... no one will believe me.”

Both of you fell silent for a few seconds because you both knew you were right. No matter how much you tried to deny it, everyone would believe him, because it was more fun to pretend it was true than to believe you. You lived in a world where morbid curiosity trumped the truth, and where a man’s word would mean much more than yours.

“Look... I’ve been thinking about it a bit...” Jihyuk looked up, noticing how you brought your trembling hands to your lips, scratching their soft skin, “I talked to a colleague, another manager from another group, and she... she came up with an idea that might, you know, work.”

You quickly raised your gaze, your eyes shining with the hope of getting out of this drama as soon as possible, “What did she say? What should I do?”

You noticed how he looked away and scratched his neck while a nervous laugh escaped his lips. “Well... she works with this group... Bring on the Night, they’re pretty famous, the group of the moment, you know…”

“Yes, I know them,” you nodded quickly, eager to hear whatever he had in mind. You were desperate, and didn’t mind showing it, “they were the first Korean artists to be nominated for a Grammy, right?”

“Yes, them,” he looked at you for a second, pursing his lips slightly. “Well, the thing is... one of the members, the guitarist, is still single and…”

“Wait, why are you telling me this? I don’t get why it matters that he’s single,” you muttered quietly, tilting your head slightly. Why would you care about his personal life? You’d never even spoken to him before.

“We think maybe the two of you could pretend to be in... you know... a relationship... together... as a couple.”

You blinked once, then twice, your eyes fixed on your manager’s. Was he joking with you? A love drama had gotten you into this, why would another rumor like this get you out? Especially when the guy was globally desired by all young—and not-so-young—women in the world.

“What?” was all you managed to say before lowering your head. If this was your best option, then you were lost.

“Look, I know this is hard to take in, but think of it this way!” He knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his, “Like you said, it’ll be really hard for the public to believe you if you go out alone and try to deny this, but if you appear with a boyfriend, one who already has a strong voice in the industry and who also comes forward to defend you and say he was with you that day when that idiot claims he slept with you... well, there’s a possibility things could turn in your favor.”

“Jihyuk, that’s the stupidest idea in the world! That guy doesn’t know me, we haven’t even run into each other in the past! People will figure it out right away,” you sighed, feeling your eyes start to fill with tears of frustration. Why did you have to depend on someone else to get out of this drama? Why did his word matter more than yours? It was unfair, it made you feel powerless, you wanted to scream, cry, hit that idiot who started all this.

But you controlled yourself, because you were better than him, you were a grown woman, someone who knew how to control her anger and didn’t act impulsively. Yes, you could do this, you were going to get through it.

“Just... think about it, okay?” murmured Jihyuk, giving you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before leaving your living room, leaving you completely alone with your intrusive thoughts.

You took your phone, still with trembling hands, and typed the band’s name into your search engine. You wanted to know who the hell this guitarist was. It wasn’t like you were going to agree, but... you at least wanted to know the face of the person who was about to sacrifice his career to help you get out of the hole people were starting to dig for you.

You were a little surprised at how handsome he was. He didn’t seem like the type of person who wouldn’t have a partner, he was way too attractive and, from what you could read about him in the headlines, he was also quite charismatic and chivalrous. You knew you couldn’t be swayed by appearances, especially not those of an artist, hell, you were in this situation because of one, but... there was something about this “Taehyung” that made you believe he was actually sincere in front of the cameras.

Or maybe he was just a good actor.

Not like it mattered in the end.

You weren’t going to accept this deal.

“Y/N?” a deep voice murmured from behind you, causing you to freeze in your seat. What should you do? Stand up and greet him? Wait for him to sit in front of you?

Before you could react to your state of panic, the young man sat down across from you, wearing an elegant cream-colored shirt paired with caramel-colored pants. His hair looked neatly styled compared to the photos you had seen online, and his smile was even more charming in person. It was the first time you were in such a small space with such an attractive person, and it was starting to make you extremely nervous.

“You’re early,” he said cheerfully, leaning over the table to study your face closely. You didn’t feel judged at all, of course, “I thought I’d have to wait a bit longer to finally talk to you in person.”

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be late, and I thought there would be a lot of traffic since it’s the weekend and all that. Also, you’re here because of me, and I didn’t want to leave you waiting any longer than necessary, so I thought I…” you stopped your verbal spill when you heard a deep laugh escape his lips. If your cheeks weren’t red already, they definitely were now. Your heart started racing too fast to be normal, and you had to run your hands over your dress to dry the sweat that was beginning to form on your palms.

Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

“It’s fine, relax, you don’t need to explain,” he observed around the room, noticing that neither Sooah nor Jihyuk were present for the meeting, “so… where’s your manager? Aren’t we supposed to sign the contract this afternoon?”

“Uhm, yes… it’s just that…” you lowered your gaze, scratching the light blue paint covering your nails, “I wanted to get to know you a little before… you know… doing this…”

“Oh,” he rested both elbows on the table, his gaze fixed on your blushing face. Soon, a playful smile appeared on his lips, “So, is this our first date?”

“What? No! No, it’s not… that wasn’t…!” you bit your inner lip, mentally kicking yourself for making this situation so embarrassing. It wasn’t that you wanted a date with him, of course not, it’s just that… you wanted to know the person you’d be calling “boyfriend” for the next year, and well, both of your schedules were pretty packed, so there was no other time besides this…

“It was just a joke, princess,” he chuckled softly, standing up from his chair to offer you his hand, “why don’t we go for a walk, and then you can decide if I’m the right guy to play the role of the fake boyfriend to the big star, Sunny?”

You stared at his hand silently for a few seconds, mentally wondering if this was really a good idea, if it was really worth the risk to go along with this bet. The plan could either go really well or really badly, and both of you were aware of that.

You lifted your gaze, meeting the amused yet soft look of the man in front of you.

This was just the first test. You needed to know that you’d be safe by his side, that at least you could be friends and get through this situation more easily.

Yes, that’s it. You weren’t going on a date, just a friendly outing between two strangers who would soon pretend to be a couple for a greater cause.

That was it, nothing more, nothing less.

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[akutasoda]

* ☆ my heart's wish, a lover's gift

╰➜ wriothesley x reader

synopsis - it was, was a humble wish. but sometimes they mean the world when they come true

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, small teensy bits of angst, maybe a tad ooc, probably the most cliche thing i'll ever write, wc - 2.5k

a/n: this is my secret santa fic dedicated to the one and only, super amazing sunni @scribs-dibs which i totally didn't rewrite completely with 5 days before the deadline... ahem- hope you enjoy this sunni!! im wishing you the absolute best and more, happy holidays :)

it was always a commonly known fact that wriothesley was always quite the busy man.

he spent most of his time down in the fortress. it was his job after all. although ever since you came into his life, wriothesley did try and spend more time away from the damp depths of the fortress - but when that wasn't entirely possible you could always count on letters back to you or even taking the initiative and visiting him yourself.

even during the holidays wriothesley was still required to be at the fortress, to nobody's surprise. he didn't exactly have the most flexible schedule and definitely didn't have defined holidays or even days off. so you weren't that disappointed to find out that he wouldn't have the winter holidays off as you expected that to be the case.

although that still didn't take the sting of realisation away. even a simple walk down the streets of fontaine could be a painful reminder of how little you saw the man you cherished so. seeing most people smiling and interlocking arms with their spouses or even simply being with their friends was a reminder painful enough to bubble that bitter feeling of loneliness back to the front of your mind.

even being home didn't help very much - opening the door to you and wriothesley's shared abode just to be greeted with silence was always a cold reminder as to where your lover was most of the time, at least the fortress was livelier than the lone rooms of the abode.

you often found solace in the fact that you knew that wriothesley would rather be spending his time with you. but the simple truth was that you loved him and he loved you, so you bore the cold isolation until he returned once more as you knew it would be worth the wait.

but was it really so much of an absurd wish for him to be home a bit more?

it was christmas eve.

the final chills of winter were more evident than ever, promising a few more days of sheer cold. but your day had been its same monotonous routine. a couple of errands had been run and companions of yours had been met - namely as most would be busy the following day.

but you were running out of things to do, ways to distract yourself. a part of you wondered if you could ever get someone to give wriothesley time off, although you had simply no clue on who would even be responsible for something like that

the streets of fontaine had never looked prettier. at least it was a pleasant sight while you wallowed in your own thoughts and dejection.

“may i ask what's weighing on your mind?” the calm, rather distant, voice served to startle you and scurry your thoughts away.

you looked to find neuvillette walking closer to you until he stood beside you, a quizzical yet composed look on his face.

your gaze became slightly downcast and you shook your head in an attempt to send a silent, unspoken, signal of “don't worry about me” before you looked up at him to finally verbalise something, something unrelated to his previous question

"what brings you out here at this time? surely you're quite busy?” and your assumption would be correct, it was barely the evening and so from what you remembered, neuvillette would most likely still be occupied with some kind of work

he let a small reassuring smile grace his face before briefly explaining something about having a break and taking a moment for himself

before he stopped briefly before continuing on a rather different train of thought, “apologies i digress from my true intentions, i'm here specifically to give you a message”

now it was your turn to be confused, “me? from who and what about?”

“i'm afraid it isn't that kind of message, as they only asked for me to ask you to meet them here” neuvillette hummed as he handed you a rather scruffy note

you read it's contents and something was itching at the back of your brain, you knew that handwriting. it looked so familiar yet you couldn't place exactly who it would've belonged to - perhaps your mind was too occupied to think clearly.

a brief thank you and a bid farewell was exchanged between the both of you as you began to make your way to the location. a million and one thoughts raced through your mind as to who would've wanted to see you right now, or even simply who.

it didn't take long at all for the named destination to be reached, neither did it take long for you to start thinking it was some kind of joke as it appeared nobody was there. maybe you were early? neuvillette wasn't exactly the kind to get himself caught up in jokes or pranks.. in your eyes anyway.

you looked down to the piece of paper again, rereading those same words, the handwriting still so painfully familiar yet completely lost on you as to who the owner was.

you flipped it over to see if you missed anything but the blank space led to that idea being quickly shut down. looking up again, you scouted the area to see if anyone was in the distance at least but yet again being greeted by the streets being bathed in an eerie silence, devoid of life.

a few minutes had passed since you arrived, it was cold and the evening certainly wasn't getting any earlier, so you decided that if this person didn't show up in the next couple of minutes you would just go home and confront neuvillette tomorrow. hopefully getting him to tell you who gave him the note and told him to deliver it.

just as you sighed to yourself, you heard footsteps approaching. looking around yet again, you managed to quickly deduce just where they were coming from - mainly by the distant shadow shrouded figure that was heading in your direction.

your eyes narrowed, attempting to try and deduce who it was and you swore from the figures stature and outline that you knew who it was immediately. but it couldn't be no? he would've told you if he had finally been granted time off.

your train of thought, and even slight bewilderment, was very quickly cut off when the figure got close enough for you to start distinguishing features.

features that undoubtedly belonged to your lover, the very same who you were not expecting to see anytime soon.

it took all your strength not to practically run and throw yourself at him - and judging from the way he stopped briefly before picking up the pace, nearly breaking out into a jog, wriothesley was fighting a similar battle.

although, he was losing his. as soon as wriothesley was in a reasonable range of you, he virtually tackled you into a hug. knocking you off balance to the point you would've fallen over should he have not been holding you.

wriothesley quickly had one arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as his over arm worked its way up to allow him to place it over your shoulder, holding the base of your neck. at this point he was practically squishing you, but for now you couldn't care less.

you began to relax into his grip, slowly beginning to attempt to wrap your arms around his frame. it was almost as if the bitter cold of winter was long forgotten and the evening could slip away freely as for right now, all that mattered was that wriothesley was here. in your arms, embracing you after so long.

although it was only a matter of time before you started questioning why he was here. it wasnt that you didn't want him here, if anything it was the exact opposite but

it was simply the fact that you kind of expected him to not have the time to be with you anytime soon.

he pulled away first, it wasn't as if you had the option to anyway with his bear grip making it near impossible, but he brought your hands into each of his as he did so, holding them low. almost as if he couldn't believe himself that he was actually with you.

wriothesley could see your slightly confused expression and he could take quite the accurate guess as to what was the cause of your confusion. so he soon broke the air of silence between you

“you didn't really think i'd let you spend the season alone, did you?” his expression was one that was somewhere between a smug smile and genuine slight amusement that stemmed partly from his curiosity.

the obvious answer was yes.

you knew he wouldn't have done so intentionally, but it was pretty much expected that wriothesley was always more likely to be stuck deep in the depths of the fortress rather than in the comfort of your shared abode. so you hadn't expected him to be around, and even the mere thought of him having the holiday off seemed like wishful thinking on your end.

and he hadn't exactly told you otherwise at any point prior.

slowly, and slightly embarrassingly, you shook your head no and he let out a small awkward laugh

he smiled, “i don't blame you, even i only knew a couple of hours ago after i managed to fight my way into gaining these next couple days due to-”

his reasoning was soon lost to you.

rather admittedly, you couldn't actually care less about how or why he was granted a holiday and you definitely wouldn't question it in risk of jinxing him, somehow causing him to lose it and then he would end up going back to the fortress.

wriothesley quickly clocked your lack of interest in his reasoning and shook his head subtly, stopping his explanation which was losing its point by the second in honesty.

“nevermind, all that matters is that i'm here now and able to spend my time with you”

and with that, wriothesley gave you a smile, “so, how about we head home now yeah? it certainly isn't getting lighter”

you nodded.

wriothesley let go of both your hands, walking away in the direction of your shared home with you by his side. but it barely took a minute before he interlocked his fingers with yours on the side that was between you both.

he raised your hand in his slightly, “how about we stay like this for the journey? wouldn't want your hands to get cold now would we?” he smirked slightly at seeing you practically stare at him in disbelief.

all of sudden, the streets of fontaine seemed all the more brighter and livelier - despite actually having less people in them.

the lights twinkled brighter, illuminating a soft glow onto wriothesley's features as he talked to you about whatever was on his mind, namely what you both could do tomorrow with his day off.

you couldn't help but stare shamelessly at the joy evident on his face - something that was caused by the fact that he was thrilled to be able to simply spend time with you.

the walk home felt unreasonably quick, perhaps you were simply longing for more small moments like that wishing that they never ended - even if the end goal was back at home, with wriothesley by your side which only meant more time with him in retrospect.

upon opening the door, your shared abode feeling warmer and happier despite nothing actually physically being changed.

wriothesley stayed glued to your hip at all times. barely sparing you a minute to yourself but it wasn't as if you minded that much. he followed you like a lost puppy as you went about whatever you had to do, occasionally, and very regretfully, he would part from you to do his own thing before sprinting back to you.

and before you both started getting ready to turn in for the night, he turned to you, smiling softly as he brought you in for a kiss - one that held many apologies from his end but still carried the same warm feeling of affection, almost as if it was a promise.

a silent vow to you - one that pledged that no matter what, he would always hold an unmatched love for you and how he would always return to your embrace wherever it may be as that was his home.

you awoke the next morning, in your grogginess you could swear last night was a dream. some kind of wishful thinking to keep your mind occupied from a bitter reality. fortunately, it wasn't.

it would be hard to believe it was when you could feel wriothesley clinging onto you like some overgrown puppy, almost as if he was too scared to let go of you for his own fear of it being a dream as well.

but it was in fact a welcome reality, as opposed to the one you were more acquainted with of waking up to a usual half empty bed that was always stone cold to the touch.

he stirred when you did, pulling you even closer toward him, a silent plea for you to allow him to indulge in the gentle warmth that was provided by the air of laziness that was still very much present in the morning air. and who were you to reject him?

and to sweeten the deal, wriothesley began peppering your face in gentle kisses. opening his eyes ever so slightly and giving you a syrupy warm smile that was infectious - his messy bed hair making him all the more charming, evidence that this was one of the best rests he'd had in a long time.

it was this domesticity that you both craved.

the snugness of having small moments like this to give the reminder of what kept you two together. love so much more present in these times. just the two of you, in your shared house, not even doing anything, but it was more than enough.

you both could bare those bitter droughts of being away from one another if it meant that this was always what you two could return too and treasure.

truly all you could ever wish for was wriothesley back home in your arms - and he would do anything to fulfil that wish.

[kcalsforhim]

˖⋆࿐໋ thursday 26th of december

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today i woke up erm at like 12 pm idk… i slept kinda wonky ? i weighed myself again and saw i gained even more.. how embarrassing… sighs.. its fine, it’s better to face yourself then to hide right ?

breakfast :

2 pieces of bread, coated with egg and greek yogurt batter and put in the oven. low-fat cream cheese and 0 added sugar strawberry jam

this was good ! it was the only 2 pieces left, i just cut them down the middle to make them more pleasant to eat. no oil was added since they were made in the oven, my mom made it ! it was pretty tasty T_T

then i got upstairs and applied make up to go to work, i haven’t done a full face in days if not more than a week, so seeing myself in my female face was kind of weird but its always nice to feel pretty

after getting ready i went on the treadmill and i walked for 20 mins and then left to go to work.

lunch :

1 zero sugar strawberry dreams monster, this small chocolate, and 1 red bull zero sugar

i got the monster, red bull and chocolate gifted to me by my friend, i didn’t ask for the chocolate but i was feeling fatigued so i let myself have it. work was good all the way untill the last hour, then it went to shit and i got really stressed

after work i walked home, and felt frustrated cause i was nowhere near my step goal. get home, storm upstairs and go on the treadmill, literally refreshing my health app every 2 seconds.. my dad got mad cause i was being noisy, get more mad, go outside and smoke and force my mom out with me and we go on a big walk.. kinda calmed down

after our walk feeling sick cause i smoked so much lel, she asks me if i want to watch the first episode of squid game season 2 with her, says sure. she gets snacks for herself, says there’s pudding in the fridge. i said no thank you… but i did want something

snack 1 :

3/4 of a cucumber, with a small side of crème fraise

this was good ! i cut them into little triangles with shaky hands.. i felt so skinny snacking on cucumbers buuut i also felt guilty because this food totally wasn’t necessary..

snack 2 :

3 dates (20c per date, i looked it up !)

these were good, i never had them just on their own, apparently these were those really expensive kind you can buy… you take it, rip it in half and take out the seed, then you take out the hard bit at the top, and then you can eat it ! its naturally very sweet… nghhhsgehh im not sure, i feel like i ate too much today, but i really didn’t have any kind of.. meal or something

shockingly, again, like yesterday, i really didn’t feeeeel like eating. when my mom texted me at 9:30 saying she’d make me something for dinner i got mad and i was like i don’t want to eat, but i lied and said i already had something…

i really hope i lose weight soon.. is this too much food for a day ? im kind of scared LMAO but idk what im scared of cause i’ve had genuine huge binge fests before.. aha ?

cals : 2 days binge free !

steps : 13.4 k

cool song that makes me think of my oc’s… very like, cool guy music LOL

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[feather-dancer]

Tales of Arcadia fanfic recommendations part 8

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

If at all interested in my own writing you can find it here! Several of my own are currently getting scrubbed for improvement to make them more readable. Currently goal is for all of Spotlight being completed by the end of the year.

Been a while huh? This has still been sitting in my drafts though even when my brain decided “Nope not reading” for a while. Still got quite a hefty backlog to read through along with authors I’m subscribed to for their most recent works as and when they pop up. Regardless, determined to get back on top of it and unearth things I want to give a shoutout to because it’s cool shit :)

To you, fans past and present and surviors of RotT Tales of Arcadia fandom.

General Tales of Arcadia

But Everything Hurts - You don’t come back from death with a free pass and Douxie’s fall from the castle cost was chronic pain for an immortal’s lifetime. He was told to learn how to live once, now it is learning to manage.

Of Hunger Pains and Old Habits - Food is hard when you’ve spent a very young life without it until life takes a strange turn and it becomes plentiful. Died in habits are hard though, Douxie will hear the unconvinced whispers for the rest of his life.

almost there - When Jim heads off until the Darklands alone Toby and Claire try to hold themselves together not knowing if he’ll ever return. This is set post season 1 and is wonderfully bittersweet.

Our Little Viginette - Moppet faces the end of an era with the fall of Camelot and (Temporary) loss of Merlin after the Battle of Killahead.

A way to cope - Jim pretends to cope with the trauma of being in the Darklands a lot better than he actually is, as long as he keeps the breakdowns out of sight then nobody can worry right?

dandelion eyes - In which Bellroc discovers the concept of nail polish.

Adieu - The final moments of Angor Rot

Saudade - It’s perfect. They beat Gunmar, nobody died and he can finally enjoy being a teenager again, Thinks Jim. Then why if he stops ignoring the feeling for even a few seconds does it all seem so hollow...?

Rise of the Titans

The Last Changeling - Jim escaped the timeline filled with mistakes in hopes of making things right. He didn’t account for those left behind to grieve or the changeling that suddenly found himself as the last.

I Can't Pull the Sword From the Stone - Jim went back and now Toby is the new Trollhunter which should be smooth sailing right? Except history is refusing to repeat it’s self exactly, little elements are already changing and Jim’s experiences have left him tainted with magic he can’t control along with all the memories and traumas. It’s hard to grieve for someone who is technically still alive but everything you had is gone without a soul out there to understand.

More is all you need - Jim has gone back, something stupid by his own admittance, however in sorting through his thoughts he comes to a realisation.

Stricklake

Comes Around - Post Trollhunters season 3, it’s a struggle to figure out what to do when you have a cradlestone full of babies and a changeling that no longer is but you have to just try and muddle through somehow... Perhaps a chance to try figure out what your relationship is meant to be too now things have calmed down a bit.

Media Consumption - Wholesome fluff that also involves Wally and creating an addict to the HtTyD franchise early on.  

A Measure of Intellect - The goblins are breaking into the stricklake household and they’ve already stolen the blender. The fun part is figuring out exactly what they’re up to. Related to Media Consumption.

enough - Figuring out a normal in the mundane of after everything has happened is quite a lot for a jaded changeling. Very fluffy.

The Wild Hunt - Letting your troll boyfriend hunt is good enrichment but the prize for capture is even better.

The Armour of Daylight - A little glimpse into a high fantasy world where everyone might just be a little bit cursed.

The School Of Janus - This is an AU while also being Stricklake so it lives here. The Darklands are the most prestigious educational process in the world according to their promo material and Jim is prepping to head there while putting off most of his packing as long as humanly possible. Good thing he does really the banter is delightful.

Ink Stains - An AU making an escape in the name of shipping again. Here Barbara married into court politics with her husband being an heir for Camelot and changelings are a secret guard force protecting those important hiding away in plain sight. Incredibly cool world building going on here.

Keen Swimmers 2023 - A collection from last year mostly in AU territory and very tasty. Read the summaries and off you go!

Special Delivery - Very short and sweet, if you’re interested in the ship just trust me and click it.

Locked Rooms - Barbara lost her memory. She doesn’t know how and she doesn’t really know why either. All she does know is that whatever they are seem to be behind a locked door and that strange imagery is leaking into her dreams.

Alternate Universe

Dig your eight graves - It was only supposed to be a fun trek out for Halloween for the Arcadia kids, test out the set up and give feedback so the owner could improve them for when it would officially open the next year. Nobody could have predicted how it’d go so horribly wrong.

Content warning: This fic is marked Mature for character death, body horror, desecration of corpses and for being of the general slasher genre. Please check the tags before proceeding.

Between Daylight and Darkness - The Sunshine AU is back and it’s time for the team to go Trollhunting.So how many spanners can Jim being the nearest equivilent to a were-troll throw into the works of canon? Well hopefully nothing fatal...

Toby's Appointment - Sometimes you need to read very silly things and this is probably the funniest possibility you could find in the dentist waiting room.

The Grave of the Felled Forest - A boy and his familiar go to check out Merlin’s places of power/various stash spots to make sure all is still well. They are not anticipating visitors or his intent to be poked. Part of The Heart of Janus AU.

[earthlybeam]

🎄🎁Merry Christmas everyone🎉✨

✨👑🏵️ 𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭 🏵️👑✨

how would the elves react to this?

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Gil-Galad Version below. (reader/you are his lover). Featuring what I wrote below is: Building a Snowman (With a Twist), Snowball Fight, Sledging Adventure, Snow Angel.

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Building a Snowman (With a Twist)

🜲 You’d been pestering Gil-galad for weeks about building a snowman together, insisting that it was a tradition among mortals that he simply must experience. At first, he gave you a patient but skeptical look, as if trying to comprehend why a High King of the Noldor should concern himself with shaping snow into whimsical figures. However, your unyielding enthusiasm—and perhaps the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about it—eventually broke through his composure. Finally, on a crisp winter’s day in Lindon, he relented. “Very well,” he said with the faintest sigh, though the corners of his lips twitched into the hint of a smile. “Show me how it’s done.” The two of you had spent the afternoon knee-deep in fresh snow, laughing and working side by side to create the perfect snowman. Despite his initial reservations, Gil-galad quickly took to the task, his long, elegant hands expertly packing the snow into smooth, sturdy shapes. Of course, his precision and attention to detail were not surprising; even in this, the High King brought an almost regal air of craftsmanship to what was, in truth, a rather silly activity.

🜲 “You’re taking this very seriously,” you teased, watching as he knelt to smooth out a slight imperfection on the base layer of the snowman. “Should I be worried that you’ll declare yourself Snowman King next?” He paused, glancing up at you with a raised eyebrow and a faint, amused glimmer in his silver eyes. “If a crown is involved,” he said dryly, “perhaps I’ll consider it.” The snowman began to take shape—a broad, sturdy base, a smaller middle layer, and a perfectly round head perched on top. It was coming together beautifully, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly Gil-galad seemed to adapt to the task. Still, as you reached the finishing touches, you decided that things were perhaps a little too perfect. You’d been crafting the snowman’s face, diligently placing pebbles for eyes, but your gaze drifted to the carrot meant for its nose. A mischievous idea struck you, and before you could think better of it, you acted.

🜲 Casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, you placed the carrot somewhere decidedly lower on the snowman’s body. Stepping back, you tried to keep a straight face as you admired your handiwork. The snowman now had an undeniably inappropriate flair, and you bit your lip to stifle a laugh, hoping to see how long it would take Gil-galad to notice. When he finally turned to inspect your progress, his gaze traveled up and down the snowman, lingering on the oddly-placed carrot. For a moment, there was silence. Then his eyes widened, and he froze. A soft huff escaped his lips, as if he were too stunned to form words. Slowly, he turned his piercing gaze to you, one elegant brow arched in disbelief. “You…” he began, his deep voice steady but tinged with incredulity. “You did this.” It wasn’t a question. His tone was calm—too calm—but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his amusement.

🜲 You broke into laughter, unable to contain yourself any longer. “I thought it added… character,” you said between giggles. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head, though the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “A bold choice,” he murmured, stepping closer to the snowman and folding his arms. “Hardly befitting of such a noble creation.” His gaze flickered to you, his expression a perfect mixture of disapproval and amusement. “Though, I must admit, it’s certainly… memorable.” You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Gil-galad turned his full attention to you. The shift in his demeanor was subtle but unmistakable; the playful light in his eyes softened into something warmer, more intimate. His lips curled into a teasing smile as he stepped closer, the faint crunch of snow beneath his boots the only sound. “I see you’ve taken the opportunity to add a bit more… personality to our creation,” he said, his deep voice now low and velvety, filled with a quiet amusement that sent a shiver down your spine.

🜲 Before you could respond, his hand reached out, brushing a stray snowflake from your hair. His fingers lingered, trailing lightly down to your shoulder as he tilted his head to study you. “I suspect,” he continued softly, his silver eyes fixed on yours, “that you enjoy testing my patience. You do realize that this will require some… retaliation.” You couldn’t help but grin, your cheeks flushed—not just from the cold, but from the way his voice dipped, the way his gaze lingered on you. “Retaliation?” you teased, though your voice wavered slightly under his intense gaze. “And what exactly does that mean?” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your chilled skin. “Let’s just say,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “next time, I’ll be the one to add a creative touch to our snowman.” Before you could protest—or perhaps encourage him—his lips captured yours in a kiss, slow and deliberate, the warmth of it chasing away the winter chill. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing together in the snow. When he pulled back, his expression was softer, his amusement replaced by a quiet tenderness. “Though,” he added with a small, playful smile, “I doubt I could ever match your level of mischief.”

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Snowball Fight:

🜲 It had taken a fair bit of cajoling and no small amount of playful teasing to convince Gil-galad to join you in a snowball fight. He had regarded you at first with his usual regal composure, arms crossed, his silver eyes alight with faint amusement as he listened to your proposal. “A snowball fight?” he repeated, his tone rich with disbelief. “I am the High King of the Noldor, not… a child frolicking in the snow.” You grinned, undeterred by his lofty protests. “Exactly,” you said with a sly look. “Which is why I think you’ll be terrible at it. You’re too dignified, too… serious. You’d probably spend more time lecturing the snow on diplomacy than actually throwing it.” His brows arched at your boldness, but there was a glimmer of something playful in his gaze—a spark you knew well, though he often kept it buried beneath layers of royal decorum. “Terrible at it?” he echoed, his voice low, almost challenging. “You doubt my abilities?”

🜲 “Prove me wrong,” you said with a shrug, already scooping a handful of snow. “Unless, of course, you’re worried about losing to me.” That did it. Gil-galad’s expression shifted ever so slightly, his lips curling into the faintest smirk, and you knew you had him. He removed his cloak with deliberate grace, folding it neatly and setting it aside as though preparing for battle. “Very well,” he said, his deep voice carrying a tone of mock seriousness. “But do not expect me to go easy on you.” The fight began with you hurling the first snowball, a clumsy but enthusiastic toss that missed him entirely. Gil-galad didn’t even flinch, watching as the snow sailed harmlessly past him. “You’ll need better aim than that,” he remarked, bending down to gather snow in his own hands. You quickly realized that you’d underestimated him. Gil-galad moved with the effortless grace of an elf, dodging your snowballs with infuriating ease. He ducked, sidestepped, and weaved through the flurry of snow you sent his way, his dark hair gleaming in the winter sunlight. When he finally retaliated, his precision was uncanny. The first snowball struck your shoulder with just enough force to make you yelp, and the second landed neatly against your arm before you could even recover. “You weren’t exaggerating about that aim of yours,” you muttered, half-laughing, half-exasperated as you tried to dodge his next throw. “You challenged a warrior-king to a duel,” Gil-galad said, his tone dry but laced with amusement. “Did you think I would not take it seriously?”

🜲 The fight continued, with you managing to land a few lucky hits—one on his side and another near his knee, which made him pause and give you a look that was equal parts impressed and amused. But it was clear that he was holding back, his movements quick and calculated, his snowballs landing with a precision that made you feel like a hapless novice. Finally, as you crouched behind a makeshift mound of snow, gathering what you hoped would be a perfect throw, Gil-galad seized his opportunity. Before you could react, a perfectly-formed snowball hit you square in the chest, the force of it knocking you backward into the snow. You let out a startled gasp as the cold seeped through your clothes, and when you looked up, Gil-galad was standing over you, his expression impossibly smug. “I suppose you’ve learned that a king’s aim is never to be underestimated,” he said, his deep voice carrying a rare warmth as he extended a hand to help you up. But instead of taking his hand, you grinned mischievously and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down into the snow beside you. He let out a surprised sound—something between a laugh and a groan—as he landed beside you, his composure momentarily slipping in the chaos of the moment. For a few seconds, the two of you rolled in the fresh powder, laughter mingling with the soft crunch of snow.

🜲 When you finally came to a stop, Gil-galad was leaning over you, his dark hair falling around his face like a curtain. His silver eyes were brighter than you’d ever seen them, his cheeks flushed faintly from the cold and exertion. “It seems,” you said breathlessly, grinning up at him, “that you’ve won.” He smiled, a rare and genuine expression that softened his usually reserved features. “Victory does have its rewards,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his lips cool from the winter air but warm enough to send a flutter through your chest. Before you could say anything, he tilted his head, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face as his lips found yours in a lingering kiss. The snow around you melted into the background, the cold forgotten as you lost yourself in the warmth of his touch. When he finally pulled back, his expression was filled with quiet affection, the playful edge still lingering in his gaze. “Next time,” he said softly, brushing a dusting of snow from your hair, “perhaps you’ll think twice before challenging me.”

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Sledging Adventure:

🜲 The morning air was sharp with winter’s chill, and each breath you took formed delicate clouds of mist that floated away in the crisp air. The landscape before you was blanketed in fresh snow, the world around you sparkling in the early sunlight. As you made your way up the hill with your sled in tow, the crunch of your boots against the snow echoed in the stillness. Behind you, Gil-galad followed with a quiet grace, his every movement flowing with the kind of poise that spoke of a life lived in nobility and elegance. His silver eyes flicked from you to the hill ahead, clearly assessing the situation. He seemed perplexed, as though he were trying to determine the dignity of such an activity. “You’re certain this is an appropriate activity?” His voice, smooth and unyielding, carried a touch of skepticism, the corner of his dark brow lifting ever so slightly. “A king of Lindon, sliding down a hill on this… contraption?” He gestured vaguely toward the sled with a look of quiet disdain, though there was something in the glint of his eyes that suggested he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

🜲 You smiled, brushing snow from your gloves before meeting his gaze. “Absolutely. I promise, Your Majesty, it will be an experience like no other,” you teased, taking another step toward the sleds. “Besides, don’t you think it’s time to prove your courage in a new arena?” A small, almost imperceptible twitch of his lips, the closest thing to a smile that he allowed himself, tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You believe this to be a test of courage?” His tone was lightly incredulous, his arms folding across his chest as if he were preparing for battle. “This is hardly the challenge you make it out to be.” You took a step closer, grinning mischievously. “Then prove it. Unless, of course, you’re afraid of being bested by someone with years of sledging experience.”Gil-galad’s eyes narrowed with the familiar gleam of competitive fire, that quiet intensity flaring up. “Afraid?” His voice dropped, smooth and deliberate, almost playful in its mockery. “Hardly.” He straightened up, his regal posture unwavering, though you could sense his shift into a more playful, yet determined mode. “But I warn you,” he said, his voice tinged with a quiet challenge. “Victory is not something I surrender lightly, even in… unconventional pursuits.”

🜲 You could feel the tension building between you, the unspoken promise of a challenge that neither of you would take lightly. With that, Gil-galad approached the sled with an air of careful deliberation, his every movement marked by the kind of precision that came naturally to him. As he lowered himself onto the sled, his posture was unwavering—no hint of discomfort, only the manner of a king who was determined not to be outdone. His long dark hair fell over his shoulders like a cloak, adding to the absurdity of the regal sight before you. You could hardly suppress your laughter as you, too, readied yourself, still shaking your head in disbelief at the sight of him preparing for such a childish activity with such dignity. “Very well, then,” he said, his voice now softened by a trace of amusement. “No need to overthink it. Hold on tight, keep your balance, and try not to fall off.” His words were teasing, but his eyes remained serious, though the playful spark was hard to miss.

🜲 You laughed, pushing off the ground as you hopped onto your own sled. “Sure, sure. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you shot back, your grin wide and playful. The moment you both pushed off, the world around you exploded into motion. The hill was steeper than it had seemed from a distance, and the sleds picked up speed quickly, the wind biting at your face as the rush of snow followed you both down. You leaned forward into the ride, letting the momentum carry you, relishing in the familiar sensation of sledging. You stole a glance at Gil-galad, noticing that, despite his initial reservations, he was adapting with astonishing speed. He moved with fluid precision, his form cutting through the snow like a masterful dancer. There was something almost surreal about watching him: a king, dressed in regal tunic and fine boots, speeding down a snowy hill with the same poise he exhibited in his court. His movements were so effortless, so controlled, you might have thought he had spent lifetimes mastering the art of sledging, as if this was an ancient, forgotten tradition of his people. His face was alight with exhilaration, a rare and unguarded combination of focus and amusement. “Is this the best you can do?” he called to you over the sound of the wind, his voice full of teasing bravado. “You promised me a challenge.”

🜲 “Don’t get too cocky!” you shouted back, your voice breathless with the rush of the ride. You leaned into the sled harder, picking up speed, determined not to let him win so easily. Yet, even as you pushed yourself harder, you could see the glint of competitive fire in his eyes. He was coming for you. The two of you were neck and neck now, the end of the hill rushing up to meet you both, the ground below a blur of white and shadow. You could feel the strain in your arms as you fought to keep your balance, but you weren’t the only one exerting yourself. Gil-galad, ever the strategist, leaned harder into his sled, trying to cut you off at the last moment. It was a bold move, but perhaps a bit too bold. The world seemed to slow for a heartbeat as you saw him lean too far to one side, overestimating his balance. The edge of his sled caught a patch of rough snow, and with an audible jolt, he was flung from the sled entirely, his body soaring through the air before crashing into the snow. You watched, eyes wide, as he went face-first into the powder with an ungraceful WHUMP. For a moment, the air was still, and then you erupted in laughter, your breath coming in short bursts as you skidded to a halt at the bottom of the hill. “Oh my gods, Gil—are you okay?” You quickly leapt off your sled and hurried to him, your laughter still bubbling uncontrollably as you reached his side.

🜲 Gil-galad lay in the snow, his body sprawled in the most un-kingly fashion imaginable. Snow clung to his hair, his tunic, and his boots. The imprint of his face was perfectly marked in the snow where he had landed. The sight was so absurd, so out of character for him, that it took all your willpower not to collapse into another fit of giggles. He pushed himself up onto his elbows slowly, his expression unreadable for a moment. Snow clung to his lashes and the sharp planes of his face, but it didn’t seem to faze him. When his eyes met yours, they were filled with a dry, sarcastic look. “You planned this, didn’t you?” His voice was low, though you could hear the undertone of mock accusation. “You wanted to see the High King of the Noldor reduced to… this.” You nearly doubled over from laughing, your sides aching with the effort. “I didn’t do anything!” you managed between breaths. “That was all you and your ‘impeccable balance!’’

🜲 He sighed dramatically, brushing snow from his shoulders with a flourish that could only belong to a king. “Clearly, this hill was not adequately prepared for my skill,” he said, his lips twitching into the faintest of self-deprecating smirks. “Or perhaps you bewitched the snow itself.” Before you could offer a response, he scooped up a handful of snow and shoved it gently into your cheek. You gasped in mock indignation, surprised by his quick retaliation. “That’s for laughing,” he said, his voice warmer now, the affection in his tone unmistakable. You leaned in closer to him, brushing snow off his tunic as you glanced up at him with a teasing smile. “You know,” you murmured, your voice softer now, “you might have fallen, but I think you were having fun.” He looked down at you, his expression softening as his silver eyes met yours, a rare warmth in them despite the chill of the day. “Perhaps,” he admitted, his voice quiet. And then, with a knowing glint in his eye, he added, “But I warn you, next time I will not be so careless—or so merciful.” Before you could respond, his lips were on yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The snowflakes surrounding you seemed to vanish, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the thrill of the moment between you. When he finally pulled back, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Now,” he said, his voice full of mischief, “I believe a rematch is in order. Unless, of course, you’re afraid?” As you laughed and nodded in agreement, you knew this playful competition was far from over—and that you’d likely be laughing your way through every moment with him.

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Snow Angel:

🜲 The snow was still, a perfect blanket of white covering the landscape, and the quiet was only interrupted by the sound of your boots crunching into the powder. You had been walking for a while, the day bright with sunlight and the air crisp with winter’s chill. Gil-galad, tall and regal, was at your side, though you could see the traces of weariness on his face—a rare thing for a king so used to the constant demands of leadership. The day had been full of heavy conversations, matters of state, and responsibilities that seemed endless. With a grin, you decided it was time for something different. “I think it’s time for a break,” you said, your voice light. “Let’s make some snow angels.” Gil-galad turned to you, his sharp, silver eyes narrowing slightly. He seemed to be considering the suggestion carefully, as if the idea were foreign to him. “Snow angels?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow, his voice serious but betraying a note of curiosity. “This is not the sort of activity I am accustomed to.” His words were clipped, his regal air never faltering, but there was a glimmer of intrigue in his gaze. He clearly wasn’t quite sure what he was getting into.

🜲 You chuckled softly, brushing a bit of snow from your sleeve. “It’s simple. Relaxing. And I promise you, it will be fun,” you said, nudging him playfully. “You’ve had enough of ruling for today. Just let yourself be… well, normal for a bit.” Gil-galad gave you a skeptical look, but the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His jaw tightened briefly, but you could tell his resistance was beginning to crumble. “I do not know how I feel about the idea of… lying in the snow.” His voice was still serious, but there was a softness in his expression now, as though he were allowing himself to be swept along by your contagious enthusiasm. “But… I suppose I can entertain this notion, if only for a brief moment.” You grinned, feeling a sense of victory. “That’s the spirit! Come on, Your Majesty, follow my lead.” You dropped to the snow, spreading your arms and legs wide in a deliberate motion. The snow was soft beneath you, a perfect canvas for the simple art of snow angels.

🜲 Gil-galad hesitated for a moment, still standing and watching you. His brow furrowed slightly, and for a moment, you could see the kingly poise in his stillness, the weight of his many burdens. But then, with an almost imperceptible sigh, he knelt down, the snow crunching beneath him as he laid down carefully beside you. His movements were slow and deliberate, as though this was a task he had decided to approach with precision rather than abandon. He spread his arms and legs, but where your movements were quick and carefree, his were careful, every sweep of his limbs calculated with the perfection of a trained dancer. The snow around him seemed to bend to his will, and you couldn’t help but watch, impressed. His angel, when he finished, was a thing of delicate elegance, as if it were crafted by the hand of a master sculptor. Every line was graceful, every curve sharp and precise. It looked less like an angel and more like a regal figure, noble and untouchable. The king had created something that seemed more fitting for a statue than the playful, carefree snow angels you were used to. You chuckled softly, sitting up and brushing the snow from your clothes. “Well, that’s certainly… a very Gil-galad angel,” you said, teasing him as you stood beside your own much messier and more chaotic creation. Your angel had less grace but more personality—arms that weren’t quite even, legs slightly askew. It was playful, a little messy, but full of life.

🜲 Gil-galad slowly sat up, brushing snow from his tunic, and gazed at his creation with an approving nod. “It appears I have created an angel worthy of Lindon,” he said, his voice calm but laced with a quiet satisfaction. There was no boast in his words, only a quiet, kingly pride. You couldn’t help but laugh. “You know, I think that angel might be a bit too perfect,” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “Perfection is a burden, after all.” You winked at him, your playful grin never faltering. “But I suppose it’s expected of the High King of the Noldor.” Gil-galad turned his gaze toward you, his lips twitching into a small but genuine smile. There was a softness in his eyes, a warmth that had nothing to do with the cold air around you. He studied you for a moment, a glint of fond amusement in his expression. “Perhaps,” he said quietly, “but I find that your imperfection suits you.” His voice held an unexpected tenderness, the kind that only surfaced in moments like these—when the king wasn’t being the king and instead, was simply… himself.

🜲 You looked at him for a long moment, your heart warming despite the chill of the snow. There was something about the way he spoke, the way he saw you, that made everything feel a little more personal, a little more intimate. Before you could say anything more, you both burst into laughter, the sound of it ringing through the cold, crisp air. As the laughter settled, you couldn’t resist the urge to nudge him, your playful spirit still bubbling inside you. With a mischievous grin, you grabbed a small pile of snow and shoved it into his lap. “Is this how you repay your king?” he asked, his voice playful yet still carrying that regal undertone. His eyebrow arched in mock disapproval, but before he could retaliate, you pounced on him, laughing all the while. Gil-galad let out a startled laugh as you tackled him into the snow. “Careful,” he warned, though his voice was warm and filled with amusement, “I am still a king, you know.” He tried to shift beneath you, his arms reaching for leverage, but you were determined, wrestling him into the snow with a glee that only seemed to heighten his own laughter. He finally regained his balance, attempting to pin you in turn, but you were quick. It wasn’t long before you found yourself on top of him, straddling him in the snow. His breath was warm against your skin, his silver eyes softening as he looked up at you, his laughter fading into something quieter, more intimate. “You are a formidable opponent,” he murmured, his voice low, a hint of affection dancing beneath his words. “But I find it difficult to resist your charm, even in the snow.”

🜲 With that, he pulled you down toward him, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and heated, as though the world around you had ceased to exist. The snow, the cold, even the kingdom seemed miles away as you lost yourself in the warmth of the moment. When he finally pulled away, his breath mingling with yours, he smiled. “Next time,” he said, his voice still soft, “I will have my revenge.” You smiled back, teasing him. “We’ll see about that, my king.” And as the world resumed around you—snow falling gently from the sky, the quiet of the land stretching out—there was only one thing on your mind: this moment, the two of you together, finding joy in something so simple as the snow.

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[thornilee013]

Happy Wednesday!! First of all, how was your convention? Also, I LOVE the fellowship of the ring! I hope that your applications are going well! My week has been busy, I’ve been working basically nonstop! I hope that you’re having a great week!

Could I please get some baby Jean? Congrats on your new writing account!!🤍🤍🤍

prev | Baby Jean

"Of course," his grandmother said, her voice giving away that she knew Jean's emotions at the moment were like a lake in winter, where the ice he had to walk on was freshly formed, incredibly thin, and filled with hairline cracks that hadn't healed yet. "I can't let anyone think I don't spoil my grandchildren," she said with a little huff.

"What's the plan for today, grandmother?" Camille asked, already having obediently placed a napkin over her lap.

"Could we go to the aquarium?" Jean blurted, needing that element of childish innocence to return to himself and his sisters like the lungs needed air.

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[moneygoblin04]

I think I'm having some kind of anxiety attack?

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can i maybe ask for any questions you might have about my muses, our dynamics, etc.?