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gyusrose · 1 year ago

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➵ their reaction when you call them another member’s name prank -> enha

⚠︎ angst? lil bit of fluff ? just the boys getting angry real quick, mild cursing

someone requested this but i accidentally deleted the request i’m so sorry 😭‼️‼️

heeseung -> you know you shouldn’t pull such prank on hee, knowing how jealous he gets you were pretty much starting something you won’t be able to finish. you were feeling silly that day and decided to do it , why the hell not?

heeseung was sitting next to you on the bed you guys shared. he’s just gotten back from practice so he was very touchy and clingy. kissing all over your face and neck repeatedly , completely missing the camera facing the both of you. this was the perfect time. you giggled as he kissed you trying to push him away slightly.

“sunghoon stop-“ you said in between laughs.

the moment that name fell out of your mouth, he stopped. his whole demeanor changed in a matter of seconds.

“what did you just call me?” his voice was deep and serious.

“heeseung? that’s your name isn’t it?”

“no no no you said sunghoon, i heard it clearly, the fuck’s going on with you and him hm?” you looked at him like you were confused on what he was talking about.

“ what? nothing! i said heeseung you’re just paranoid.” he scoffed, now getting out of bed and made his way out of the room.

you giggled as you grabbed the phone recording and ran up behind him.

“babe !! it was just a prank, don’t leave!” he looked at the camera and rolled his eyes, facing anything but you.

“aw come on hee, it was funny !! you should’ve seen your face”

“don’t you scare me like that.”

sunghoon -> you and sunghoon were driving around the city. it was such a nice peaceful night. the two of you were just talking about your days when you thought of a not so great idea.

when sunghoon wasn’t looking you pulled up the camera app on your phone, knowing you’re gonna want this reaction saved. propping your phone were the two of you were on frame but also not making it obvious.

sunghoon was talking about something when you butted in.

“yeah that’s i’m saying jake- hoonie…sunghoon.” sunghoon stayed silent, side eyeing you slightly while still watching the road. you also stayed silent after your ‘mistake’ , waiting for his response.

the sudden break of the car startled you.

“say his name one more damn time..” sunghoon sternly said, now facing you.

“it was a mistake, you know i meant sunghoon!”

“you both are not even that close, we’ll not that i know of, why did his name come out of your mouth before mines? your own boyfriend?” his eyes never left yours, low key making you scared, you could feel his anger.

“you’re overreacting, just keep driving.”

“if you like the fucker so much then go be with him since-“ he stopped his tracks as he saw the small camera from your phone pointing straight at him.

it all immediately clicked in his head rubbing his temples and shaking his head in annoyance. you in the other hand couldn’t contain your laughter.

“smile you’re on camera” you said giving him a peck on his cheek.

“you had me thinking jake was better than me or something.”

jongseong-> going into the kitchen, smelling the enchanting smell of breakfast was the best feeling of the world, even more so, seeing the sight of your gorgeous boyfriend making it.

“ my princess is awake! sit down it’s almost ready.”

you sat down on the stole in from of him, watching him make the omelette on the skillet.

although you just woke up, you couldn’t help but think about this one prank you’ve been wanting to do on him for a while now. what a perfect way to start the morning right?

you started secretly recording as you continued the conversation with him like normal.

“ you look so fine right now heeseung, you’re perfect.”

jay’s hands dropped the fork he was using and slowly looked up at you.

while you looked at him with wide eyes ‘confused’ .

“ i’m sorry?” he was very offended, how could you even compare him to heeseung? what does heeseung have on you that would make you say his name all of a sudden?

“what ? you don’t like me calling you perfect?”

“you know what you said, y’all got something going on or?” he was not standing with his arms crossed, the most serious expression i’ve ever seen on his face.

“oh my god no jay! what makes you think that! i don’t even know what i did!”

“my name doesn’t even sound close to heeseung’s! you know what, i’m calling him right now an-“

“no no no babe stop stop it’s a prank look!” you showed him your phone recording.

his head leaned back letting out the biggest sigh.

“ it’s too damn early for this, don’t do that to me ever again.”

jaeyun -> “ babe let me teach you this new dance pleasee..” you said panning up the camera ask as you started recording.

jake sat up from his seat making his way to where you were standing. he was more than pleased, he loves this stuff.

“alright so you do this, then lift your arms up and then..” you kept explaining to him the made up dance you’re making him do, him following your every move. jake’s never seen this dance before, nevertheless he continues to copy you.

“but do this part really fast.” jake nodded at you doing the part you told him to do. now’s the time.

you shook your head, “ no jungwon, not that fast, like this!”

jake stood still, looking at you intently. “what? you did the move too fast now we gotta restart.”

“stop playing with me, the fuck did you just call me? jungwon?”

“ugh jake you’re probably mishearing, i said your name.”

“not at all i heard it very clear, what up with that?” he was annoyed and mad. what does jungwon have to do with any of this?

“jake calm down, i just mistook you guys, there’s a lot of you so-“

“but i’m your boyfriend! or is he? i don’t know what to believe anymore!”

you should’ve been laughing but you weren’t, you felt bad. you pulled jake into a tight hug catching off guard.

“it’s a joke, look. you know i love you and only you jakey.”

jake didn’t respond and kissed your lips passionately, you could feel the anger dissolving as the both of your lips connected.

sunwoo -> the two of you were occupied building a lego set. you loved spending time with sunoo like this, you were both pretty good at it.

y’all were conversing as you build your tower. sunoo was never in a bad mood with you, his smile is always present with your presence, so arguments almost never happen.

you shouldn’t have wanted to do this but you wanted to see how he would get, how would jealousy look on him. obviously not too harsh as well.

“ jay- i mean sunoo could you pass me the red piece over there.” you said signalling.

sunoo just stared at you in confusion, did he hear that correctly ?

“ say what?”

“could you pass me the piece?”

“no before that..”

“sunoo could you pass me the piece?”

“no, you said jay could you pass me the piece, then sunoo. why jay huh? “ his voice got louder making you startle.

“erm-no i just- i meant you. not him.”

he rans a hand through his hair sighing in annoyance. jay? really?

you couldn’t hold it in anymore and pinched his cheek. his eyebrows furrowed at your actions. how dare you do that after you pretty much cheated on him.

“it’s a prank baby, the camera’s right there! don’t be mad at me…” sunoo just sulked and pouted on his seat. no matter what, he always managed to look adorable.

“that wasn’t funny.”

jungwon -> the two of you were cuddling in bed watching television. every friday night would be spent like this and you weren’t complaining. having barely anytime for the two of you, times like these were immensely enjoyed by the two of you.

you didn’t want to ruin it but curiosity got the best of you. as jungwon’s eyes were on the television, you placed your phone on the nightstand to get at least the view of jungwon.

“ri-ki could you turn up the volume? “

his hands that were once tangled around your waist, disappeared hearing what you just said.

“ excuse you? i’m not ri-ki, since when are the two of you close like that? “ he sat up on the bed looking straight at you anticipating for your response.

“i meant to say jungwon, you. i got nothing with ri-ki.”

jungwon scoffed, “his legal name even, you’re not fooling me, what’s he to you?” your eyes widened at his demeanour. he was very angry. it was a rare sight to see.

“calm down, i just made a mistake. that’s it end of story.”

“you know what maybe you should be with him instead of me since apparently he’s more important than you own boyfriend.” he said getting up from the bed ready to leave.

“wonie! i’m just kidding, it’s all a joke.” you said showing the phone recording.

“oh my god you’re evil !! why would you do that? also why didn’t i notice the obvious phone looking straight at me?” he rolled his eyes walking back to the bed.

riki -> “don’t cry if you lose again.” niki said as he grabbed the controller and pressed the rematch button.

you rolled your eyes at his words. you were not bad but not good at the same time. he should be making you feel better instead of just laughing at you every time he kills you. as the two of you fought the last round, showing the K.O on the screen you sighed in frustration.

“babe just admit it, i’m just too good.” he chuckled, you weren’t going to take it. you smirked at the idea that just popped in your head, grabbing your phone and discreetly started recording.

“one more time.” you said, niki shook his head at your stubbornness but agreed on it anyways.

as you were fighting, y’all were just yelling stuff at each other trying to make the other lose.

“sunoo, can’t get up?” you said loud enough for him to hear you over the game.

his thumbs left the game controller giving you more than enough time to beat him and win (for the first time)

as you cheered, you looked over at niki and saw an emotionless face on his end.

“aww someone’s mad they lost!”

“it’s not about that, at all.” he glared at you.

“oh really?”

“sunoo? are you for real?”

“what are you talking about?”

“you called me sunoo, don’t play dumb. do i look like sunoo to you?”

“no ni-ki, you must be mistaken, i said ni-ki.” you said emphasizing his name.

he rubbed his forehead in frustration, he’s getting gaslighted right now.

“so you and sunoo hm? how’s it going for y’all?”

“ni-ki what? you know sunoo’s like a brother to me!”

“yea that’s what they all say..” he said under his breath.

“i’m not staying here, i need some space.” he said not before you grabbed his hand and engulfed him in a hug. ni-ki, though, pulled away.

“ask sunoo to give you a hug.”

“ni-ki!! it’s a joke! a prank you know? there’s my phone, right in your face!!”

ni-ki was still annoyed, he hated pranks on him.

“don’t prank me like that! it’s not that funny.” he said looking at you laugh in his face.

“so you can prank me all the time but i can’t?”

“exactly .”

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flowerbunnyboo · 3 months ago

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YOU AND ME | back

starring: jake x male reader

summary: Jake is in love with his roommate and he wants to confess but something or another keeps interrupting him from doing it

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It was a tiring Tuesday morning for the two roommates, Mn and Jake. The two of them had a day off for that day from everything. Jake had gotten a goldfish from his work and so had Mn. They had a late night the night before where they ended watching movies and playing cards. Jake and Mn were very tired and had decided to sleep in for a bit.

Mn was fast asleep in his room as his boys had given up. Coming home from work the day before and then doing all those late night shenanigans with Jake, just tired out his body. His room was silent as only soft snores could be heard.

However, his roommate, Jake was wide and awake. Jake couldn’t sleep the whole night because of his events of last night with Mn. The two had never spent such an intimate time with each other for a very long time.

It was quite special for Jake as he had a massive crush on his roommate. Mn and Jake had been roommate for nearly three years and the two had developed a bond. For Jake, this bond was of love.

The apartment they lived in was actually Jake’s uncles and he was looking for roommates. That’s when Mn came into the scene as Jake’s roommate. The first time Jake laid his eyes on Mn, he was in love. He didn’t even ask Mn any questions and readily accepted him as his roommate. However, little did he know that Mn was a very busy guy.

Jake had assumed that him and Mn would become boyfriends but he was wrong. Mn had a very busy lifestyle which made it impossible for Jake to even spend some time with him. The two only spent mornings together with each other but that time was spent on making breakfast and nothing else.

And at night, Jake used to come home first while Mn used to come home late. Jake used to always be a bit disappointed as he had no time spent with Mn. But that did not change his love for Mn. He knew Mn was the one for him and he was going to make him his.

Jake was all giddy as he woke up and realised that it was a holiday for him and Mn. “Finally I’ll spend the day with him!”, Jake said to himself as he got up and went to his bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. He finally had gotten the opportunity and he was going to spend the day with Mn and confess to him. Even if he were to get rejected, atleast he would get his piece of mind.

The excited boy got all dressed up and went to knock on Mn’s door. “Mn ? Mn ? Mn ?”, Jake knocked thrice imitating Sheldon Cooper. Jake chuckled at his own silliness but frowned when he realised that Mn was still asleep.

He didn’t want to invade his roommate’s privacy so he just left it like that and went back to his room saddened. Jake wanted to cry but he knew it was futile. “I can talk to him later on”, and with that Jake bounced back on his bed with his head on the pillow unknowingly falling asleep.

…

Hours had passed by and Jake woke up when he suddenly felt his phone ring. The boy groaned in tiredness and yawned to let out his breath. Groggily he opened his eyes and checked the time on his phone. ‘5:00 pm’ “5:00 PM!?”, Jake got up shocked at the time. He looked around to make sure that it was the right time and stared at his clock.

“Shit! It’s five !”, he exclaimed with surprise. Jake realised his stupidity and went out his room. He saw Mn’s room being open so he decided to check in but his roommate was nowhere to be found. “Mn ? Mn ?”, Jake called out for his roommate but to no avail. He frustratedly groaned as he realised he had spent an entire day sleeping and now Mn was gone out again.

“Why did I sleep for so long !?”, Jake complained as he sat on the sofa. He had lost his chance to confess and now it would be the same routine again.

Jake decided to eat something to pacify his sadness before going back to his room to play some games. He had no other choice than wait for Mn to come back home. Jake was determined to confess, and he was going to do it.

…

Soon enough, night fell and it was now 11: pm. Jake checked the time on eve again on his watch as he paved around the living room waiting for his roommate and crush to return. Jake knew he had to wait, and he was ready to wait. But he was just hoping that Mn wouldn’t be tired when he comes back. It would be very difficult for him to confess.

As Jake was circling around in his thoughts, the door opened revealing a smiling Mn who had just come home from a long day of socialising. “Look who finally woke up!”, Mn said looking at Jake and chucking a bit.

Jake forgot all his nervousness once he heard Mn’s laugh. It was like honey for his ears. He gave his stupid smile at Mn’s comment and laughed along. “Yeah I know. I guess I was just tired. Also where are you coming from ? It looks like you had a fun time”, Jake questioned as Mn removed his boots and hung his coat, freshening up himself.

“I was going to spend the day with you but you just wouldn’t wake up so I decided to go hang out with my friends”, Mn replied as he sat down on the couch.

Jake followed him and sat on the single couch. Hearing Mn’s reply made Jake feel even more stupid. Mn looked at Jake who was looking a bit guilty and felt sorry for him. “We can still spend the night like yesterday, if you want”, Mn said pulling Jake out of his thoughts.

Jake’s face lit up as bright as fireworks in the sky. Jake nodded making Mn chuckle. “I’ll go get cards!”, Jake said as he got up and headed to his room. But something stopped him in the middle. ‘Wait. I must confess now. If we keep playing cards we won’t even get to talk that much’.

Mn noticed Jake just standing, deep in his thoughts. “What happened Jake ?”, the shorter questioned. Jake returned back to the couch and sat right next to Mn. “I actually have something to say before we play cards”, Jake said making Mn nervous at Jake’s serious tone. He nodded allowing Jake to continue.

Jake shyly took Mn’s hands in his and stared at Mn’s beautiful eyes. “ I like you Mn. I have liked you..no.. I have fallen in love with you, ever since you became my roommate. Will you be my boyfriend ?”, Jake finally confessed. Mn let out a sigh of relief.

“Finally you asked me out. I was waiting for you to do it”, Mn said as he got up and sat on Jake’s lap. Jake was so confused with what had happened.

“Wait..what ? You like me back ?”, Jake asked the boy in his laps. Mn nodded and turned to Jake. “I too love you you dummy!”, Mn said making Jake smile from ear to ear. Jake leaned in and bumped their heads together as the two closed their eyes.

“I love you Jake” “I love you too Mn”

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anonymous-dentist · 8 months ago

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Or: Soulmates share their dreams every night and can communicate in them, but it's Spiderbit

For day three of @smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit Week - Soulmates

Dream One: How to Train Your Dragon

He blinks awake and finds himself far from the battlefield. His clothes are dry and not muddy, his skin is clean, his teeth feel dull in his mouth.

He's in a strange room: fireplace, stiff bed beneath him(but, really, any kind of bed is better than what he's had since the War started.) The smell of cooked fish.

He grimaces. He likes cooked flesh better, thanks.

This is a dream. He knows it's a dream, so he doesn't hesitate in hopping out of bed and stretching. There isn't a burn in his muscles, and the dull ache of his growing bones is finally gone. Heck yeah.

It's peaceful, in a way. Weird, but peaceful. Really disconcerting, but peaceful.

And then a monster screeches outside loud enough to shake the windowpanes.

He instinctively reaches for his sword, realizes that, right, dream. Of course he wouldn't have his sword in his dreams, that would be stupid.

He runs outside, anyway, because duh. If there's a monster, he wants to see it!

He sees the dragon first: large and yellow and missing one of its legs. It growls at him with a weird dragony smile, and he smiles back.

He sees the child second: short with messy hair and freckles. He gasps when he sees him and runs at him with a gap-toothed smile.

"Hi!" he chirps. He's speaking Portuguese, but that isn't what his mouth is saying. Dream stuff, huh, must be translating everything.

Neat.

"You're my soulmate, right?" the boy asks. He looks him over appraisingly. "You aren't that much older than me."

He scoffs, crosses his arms. "I'm literally so much older than you."

"Yeah? Well, how old are you, then?"

He blinks, throat dry. "I'm-" (He can't remember. But Bad always says that he looks to be about 13, so...) "-13. So I'm way older than you."

The boy puffs his chest out annoyedly. "Only by a few years. Screw you!"

The dragon flies off, bored. He would care more if there wasn't an annoying little kid in front of him pissing him off.

He takes an angry step forward, arms falling to his sides and hands balling into fists. He might not have his sword, but he can still beat up a kid easy.

"Screw you!" he shouts. "Get out of my dream! I wanna go hang out with the dragons."

"It's our dream, idiot," the kid huffs. "We're soulmates, duh. My grandpa says that everyone shares dreams with their soulmates, so we're obviously soulmates."

"What the fuck is a soulmate?"

The kid gasps, all anger pouring out of his tiny little body. "You don't know what a soulmate is?"

He doesn't know what his own name is, but he isn't exactly gonna tell some kid that.

He turns to leave and go find the dragon, but he's stopped by both of the kid's tiny hands grabbing his sleeve and pulling at him until he stays.

He turns to look at the kid, and the kid smiles and explains.

"Soulmates are, well, soulmates, okay? They're like super best friends, that's what my grandpa says. His soulmate is dead, but they still hang out in his dreams because that's where your soulmate lives until you find them. And after you find them, too, I think, but I dunno. He says he never met his soulmate before they died, but I think he's lying 'cause he's really silly sometimes."

"Okay, but. Us? You and me? You're a kid."

"You're a kid, too, you know."

"Nuh-uh. I'm a soldier."

"A kid soldier. But, anyway, we're soulmates! When we meet in the real world, we're gonna be best friends, I can tell!"

"Yeah? Well, don't be too sure. I don't do friends."

"Wow, you're emo."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?!"

Dream Thirty-Two: Cyberpunk

He laughs as he chases the kid through the slimy, neon-ridden back alleys of the city. He's on a motorcycle, because of course he is, but the kid is on foot.

"Just give up already!" he shouts.

The kid flips him off over his shoulder, grinning widely. He keeps tripping over his own shoelaces, because he's running like an idiot, but he's somehow still faster than the motorcycle.

He doesn't know the kid's name because the kid decided it wouldn't be fair to have a name when he doesn't know his own. Sweet kid. Shame he's annoying.

"Fuck you!" the kid replies. He then proceeds to trip over the cuff of his pants and fall right onto his face in a muddy puddle.

He cackles triumphantly and slows the bike to a stop. He hops off it and goes to poke at the kid until he gives up, but... but he's crying. Quietly, he's crying quietly, but his shoulders are shaking, and, oh, right, he's a child. He's the younger one.

His face falls. He kneels next to the kid and helps him sit up with a frown.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

The kid's lip wobbles, and his eyes shine, but he nods. "It's just a dream. It doesn't really hurt."

He isn't convinced, but, well. It is a dream. Nothing matters in a dream, right?

"Okay," he hesitantly says. "Come on, let's go play laser tag or something."

The kid's eyes light up. "Cool! I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"Oh, really?" he challenges. "You're on!"

And they run off, motorcycle forgotten.

"How did you beat me!?"

"I'm just a God Gamer, dude. Get on my level."

"You are so annoying."

Dream Seven Hundred and Fifty-Two: High School

"I think I'm going to give myself a name," he announces.

The kid's eyes widen. "Really? Took you long enough."

He rolls his eyes, but the kid isn't wrong. They've been meeting in their dreams for, what, two years? And they still don't have anything to call each other but "idiot" and "you" and "asshole".

But, well, it's about time, he thinks. The War is ending soon, he thinks. Bad says so, at least, and he's pretty good with knowing when things end.

With the War ending, he's going to have to go out into the "real world"... if he doesn't manage to follow Bad where he goes next. But where's the fun in that?

He shrugs. "I need a name. If I don't have one, I can't join the army."

"Why do you wanna join the army?"

"So I can keep killing people, duh. How else am I supposed to get food?"

"Uh, the store?"

"What's that?"

The kid rolls his eyes and pushes his shoulder. "You're literally stupid, what the heck?"

They're in some kind of food line, he thinks. They shuffle forward as the faceless teenagers in front of them get their trays and continue through the line.

He picks up his own tray and wrinkles his nose at the food he sincerely hopes isn't about to be placed on it. Where's the meat?

"What kind of name do you want?" the kid asks.

He's hit some kind of growth spurt, because he's finally up to his shoulder. Still short, though. Loser.

"Dunno," he responds. "I'll think of something later, probably."

"What about... Peter?"

"No."

"Miles."

"No."

"Miguel."

"No."

"Ben."

"No."

"You suck!"

Dream One Thousand and Ninety-Five: Mermaids

"Call me Cell," he says.

The kid- not quite a kid anymore, much closer to Cell's age when the soulmate dreams started- cocks his head curiously.

"Like, as in a cell phone?" he asks.

Cell grins as shark-like as the tail he's currently sporting.

"Exactly," he says.

The kid's eyes narrow. "Or, like in a prison cell. Did you kill someone again?"

"...Maybe, but-"

"Oh my God, how are we supposed to meet each other if you're in jail!"

The kid swims around in a frustrated circle around Cell, who just watches him, placid. Calm. Totally cool, definitely not at all sheepish over pissing his soulmate off.

That would be ridiculous.

Cell doesn't get sheepish, and he definitely doesn't feel regret. Not over some kid.

...Some kid who's his soulmate. They're best friends already, though, so he should be fine with Cell being stuck in prison for a bit.

Cell rolls his eyes and reaches out and grabs the kid and stops him from swimming. He looks him in the eyes, and he smiles, softer than intended. (He's Cell! He isn't soft. He's a killer!)

"Calm down," he drawls. "I'll be out of here before you know it."

"Really?" the kid asks. "Is your sentence that short?"

"Nah, I'm gonna break out."

He lets the kid go and starts swimming off in a random direction, not waiting for the kid to follow. (He does.)

"Must be a shitty prison, then," the kid comments.

"Trust me, I'll be out soon, and then I can try getting up to Mexico again to see you."

"Then I can teach you how to drive."

Cell flicks his tail at him annoyedly. "Shut up, I can already drive."

"No way."

"Yes way!"

They continue bickering and chasing each other through the coral until Cell feels consciousness tickling at him.

"Hey," he asks, "I told you my name. You tell me yours."

The kid smiles, and he does.

"My name is Roier."

"And my name is Cell."

"You already told me that, idiot."

"Oh, yeah."

Dream One Thousand, Eight Hundred, and Twenty-Seven: 1920s Mafia

Even in his dreams, he's dying. He's in a pool of his own blood with a couple dozen bullets plugged into his chest, but it doesn't hurt quite as much as the goddamn betrayal burning his skin from the inside out.

If he dies in the dream, he wakes up. Cell knows this, so he's more than a little annoyed about the whole dying thing. At least in his dreams, dying doesn't hurt.

The cops that killed him have already long gone. They may not have had faces, but Cell knows precisely who they looked like. All four of them were traitors, all four of them!

"Bastards," he spits. He groans as the movement of his tongue alone sets off flares of imaginary pain (because he can't feel pain in dreams, but he sure can imagine what it feels like) all throughout his body.

In the real world, he's starving to death in a cave. In the dream world, he's choking on his own blood.

Great.

His eyes slip closed, and he waits to wake up.

He doesn't react as a pair of heels click towards him.

"Cell?" Roier asks, but his voice is just the slightest bit off. But, then again, he is a teenager now. His voice is going to be doing all sorts of weird shit. "Oh my God, Cell! What the- hold on!"

Cell gasps as he's rolled onto his back. His eyes flutter open, and he sees... a girl? A girl in a really bad wig. With even worse makeup.

"Roier?" he mumbles. "What are you wearing?"

Roier looks down at himself- red sparkly dress and all- and blushes slightly. "I'm... trying something out. But what happened? You showed up in the dream and you ran off and I heard gunshots and you're so stupid, what the fuck?!"

He grits his teeth and smacks Cell lightly on the shoulder. But that's still enough to wrack Cell's body with pain.

"I'm sorry," he wheezes, eyes squinting closed once more. "I'm dying."

"It's a dream, Cell. I'm just pissed you're leaving this early. You just got here!"

"No, Roier. I'm dying. In the real world."

Roier goes quiet.

Cell swallows the blood in his throat and continues, "Pac and Mike and... and Guaxinim. They betrayed me. Left me on an island. I'm dying."

"You can't be," Roier faintly says. "We haven't met yet."

"Didn't your grandfather say he sees his soulmate in his dreams? We'll be fine."

"My grandpa is also senile. Cell, I- you're so stupid."

Something wet falls onto Cell's cheek, but it isn't rain. It never rains in dreams. It's always sunny.

Fuck. He made Roier cry. Maybe is a monster after all, and not in the good way.

The dream world starts dissolving, starting with Cell's fingertips. It... tingles.

Why can't real death be as soft?

"You better live, or... or I'll never talk to you again!"

"I... I'll try. Roier, I'll try."

Dream Two Thousand, Five Hundred, and Fifty-Five: My Little Pony

Tonight, he's a horse.

Why not.

It's his first dream in, what, two weeks? He hasn't slept long enough to dream. It's hard to sleep when all he sees until the dreams kick in is his own mistakes.

But, well. Cell turned 20 today (he thinks, he's still not sure about his actual age), and Felps got him drunk to celebrate. Drunk means sleepy, and sleepy means dreams, and dreams mean-

"Roier!" he calls, running through the streets of the pony town desperately. "I made it!"

Roier knows that he's been having trouble sleeping since his whole moral dilemma thing started after Alcatraz. He doesn't quite get it, but he's trying, and that's all that matters, right?

None of the faceless ponies pay Cell any attention as he goes, but that's fine. Fuck them. He promised his best friend that they'd see each other, and they're going to see each other.

He doesn't have to look too far, thankfully, because, a few moments in, a blazing red blur bolts out of the sky and tackles Cell to the ground.

"Happy birthday!" Roier exclaims.

He grins, wings flaring behind him. What's this called, a pegasus?

Roier's eyes widen, and his jaw drops in shock. "What the fuck, you're a unicorn? Lucky!"

Cell tries looking at his own horn, going so far as to go cross-eyed, but all he manages to do is make himself look goofy.

It makes Roier laugh, at least. That's good. He's been having... a rough time, Cell thinks. He's been quieter when they have been able to meet up. Something about his brother leaving to go to college: a child prodigy gone to an exclusive university and leaving his twin behind.

Cell can't imagine what it would be like to have a twin. Weird, right? Someone that looks just like him but is different? Yeah, no thanks.

(He gave up on any ideas of family a long time ago. Thinking about whoever he had before the War just makes him sad.)

"You're red," Cell intelligently says.

"And you're green. You look like shit."

Cell bites Roier's ear and smiles as Roier lets out an exaggerated scream.

"Missed you," Cell says, and he means it.

"Yeah, well, I didn't miss you at all," Roier sniffs.

But Cell doesn't believe him at all.

"I still can't believe your brother's name is Doied."

"Our parents weren't very original."

"Maybe you should do what I did and just pick a name."

"Fuck you, man, I like my name!"

"Lucky. I wish I could change mine. It's too... heavy."

"I mean, you already did it once. Just do it again."

"...You're right."

"I usually am."

Dream Four Thousand, Seven Hundred, and Forty-Eight: Medieval

Cellbit hasn't seen Roier for days, and he's maybe starting to freak out. Maybe. Just a little.

Just before he'd disappeared, Roier had mentioned winning some kind of lottery. He was excited, and Cellbit was excited for him. He'd been looking for his asshole twin brother for years, he deserved a break.

But then the break happened.

And Roier hasn't slept since, apparently.

But Cellbit sleeps every night, anyway, even if he'd much rather be spending his nights trying to figure out where the fuck his soulmate went. Because Roier's... Roier is his soulmate. They've been sharing dreams for thirteen years now, they're best friends, and Cellbit is dying without him.

Tonight's dream has Cellbit in a knight's costume drinking flavorless alcohol in a bar. Nothing has tasted right since Roier has disappeared.

He isn't dead, at least. If he was dead, then he would be in the dreams. So he's just... not sleeping. Somewhere. Somewhere not sleeping.

Cellbit's hand shakes with rage and fear as he raises his cup to his lips.

He isn't a killer anymore. Well, he is, but he only kills animals now. He's a butcher, but not in the serial killer way. In the... in the butcher way.

(His hands itch for more blood, but he's been trying to do better.

He can't meet Roier if he's in prison, after all.)

It's as he's drinking that the bar's door slams open and stumbling in comes Roier in fancy robes with a gold crown perched on top of his head.

Cellbit drops his cup and immediately gets off of his stool to rush to Roier's side.

"Roier, what the fuck?" he demands. "Where have you been?"

He pulls Roier into a tight hug, mindful of his armor.

God, is he crying? How embarrassing, but Roier's seen worse from him.

But:

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Roier asks.

And Cellbit's heart drops.

Roier wriggles free and looks Cellbit over. This... this can't be Roier, can it? Because there's no recognition in his eyes as he looks at Cellbit, and no slight blush as Cellbit looks at him.

Roier gasps. "Oh, wow. Are you my soulmate?"

Cellbit's eyes sting. "I- yes, Roier, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Kinda annoyed that you took so long, though."

Roier smacks Cellbit's shoulder.

Cellbit can't breathe.

"I'm 21, motherfucker!" Roier shouts. "What took you so long!"

"I've been here," Cellbit faintly says. "Roier, I've been here. What happened to you? You said you- you got invited to some island? And then you disappeared? What happened?"

Something sparks behind Roier's eyes, but it's gone as fast as it appears.

"I've been alone for years!" Roier exclaims. He groans and runs his hands through his hair, almost knocking the crown off his head. "God, what is Spreen going to think?"

"Spreen? Who's Spreen?"

And then Roier blushes, and he grins, and Cellbit feels sick to his goddamn stomach.

"Spreen is my best friend," Roier tells him, and Cellbit wants to kill.

"Where are you? In the real world?"

"On the island. Where are you? Maybe Osito Bimbo can bring you or something. We have train stations, there's gotta be special tickets for soulmates."

"I'm in Brazil. What island?"

"Quesadilla Island, of course."

Reality: Day One

Cellbit's head is killing him. Fucking... what happened? He can't... he can't remember...

"Cellbit, you doing okay?" Felps asks.

He seems fine, sitting on the ground and not at all caring about the literal shipwreck they're stuck in.

"Oh, sure, as Cellbit if he's doing okay," Mike scoffs. He's still not over the whole prison thing, but he'd been angry enough when hearing about Cellbit's soulmate being kidnapped to help kickstart the whole rescue mission.

What a good friend.

Pac rolls his eyes. "He's literally bleeding, Mike. Look at him!"

Oh, shit, is Cellbit bleeding?

He raises a hand to his head; it comes away bloody, oh.

At least it's stopped raining outside. Cellbit can't see much, trapped with the others in what might be some kind of office space just below-deck. But he can't hear the rain anymore, and he can't hear any thunder.

"I'm fine," he sighs. "I've had worse. We should-"

He's cut off by a shout from outside.

Pac's eyes widen comically. "This island is occupied?"

Apparently so, because in comes a whole stream of people through a single door inlaid in the far wall. Tall man in what has to be anime cosplay, slightly shorter man covered in... green goo? Woman in purple. Man in bucket hat. And...

Cellbit's eyes meet Roier's, and the world slots into place around them.

Cellbit stumbles up to the glass wall and presses his hands against it. So close...

Roier is much more hesitant to approach (he still hasn't found that Spreen guy yet, of course he's hesitant...), but he offers Cellbit a small, genuine smile.

(He's so much more handsome in person, what the fuck? When did this happen? He was shorter than Cellbit just a moment ago, he swears.)

"Finally," Cellbit breathes.

The crowd around them is drowned out by the sound of Roier's voice as he says, awed-sounding, "You actually came for me."

"Of course I did," Cellbit replies. He smiles. "We're soulmates, aren't we?"

Tears well up in Roier's eyes- happy tears, Cellbit knows him well enough to be able to tell the different by now.

And then the door opens.

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#guapoduo #spiderbit #i feel like i must say that any and all romantic feelings form after they're both 18+#i tried making that clear but yk. this is Not the reading comprehension site.

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corrodedbisexual · 2 years ago

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Over the course of nearly a year of sleeping together, Steve has learnt to barely react to the sound of the alarm on Eddie's wristwatch in his sleep. Eddie sometimes has an early shift at the garage (which he hates with all his guts, but at least it pays okay), so Steve is used to the background sequence of several incessant beepings five minutes apart that Eddie keeps snoozing, then finally a frustrated groan, the creaking of the bed and a kiss pressed to Steve's temple before Eddie heads out to work.

This time, however, the beeping stops almost immediately, and suddenly there are arms wrapped tight around him, lips ghosting up his jaw, then hot breath against his ear.

"Steeeevieeee," Eddie sing-songs quietly, smacking another, louder kiss against his cheek.

Steve groans, opening one eye. It's dark, not even crack of dawn kinda dark. He grabs his boyfriend's arm resting on his chest, raises it closer to his face. The watch on Eddie's wrist reads 3:01.

"Eddie. What the hell."

He drops the arm on the bed and groans again, turning so he can face Eddie, still not bothering to open the other eye because he's determined to go right back to sleep. Whatever Eddie's up to, surely it can wait until morning.

Even in the dimly lit room, he can see a grin on Eddie's face, his teeth reflecting the faint light from a streetlight outside Steve's window. His eyes, wide open with excitement, look almost black in the night.

Despite the slight annoyance of being woken up, Steve's interest is piqued.

"Okay," he sighs, but with a small, amused smile. He rubs a hand across his face, slowly tries to pry his other eye open. "Seriously, Eds. What's up?"

"Happy birthday to you," Eddie starts singing quietly, the grin never leaving his face, and Steve stares in complete bewilderment. He recalls a faint memory of Eddie asking him what time he was born, and him needing to check his birth certificate because honestly, he had no idea.

"Happy birthday, dear Stevie, happy birthday to you," Eddie finishes the silly song with a soft kiss against Steve's lips, then rests his head on the pillow, pressing their foreheads together. "Okay, you can go back to sleep now, birthday boy. Sorry for waking you."

Steve gapes at him.

"Did you seriously set an alarm for 3am... to wish me happy birthday?"

"Yup," Eddie replies, squeezing him closer.

"You're insane," Steve murmurs, but he cannot help the huge grin spreading on his face as a warm, gooey feeling starts somewhere in his belly, rises up to his chest, wraps itself around his heart.

"Yeah, maybe a little." Eddie sighs, hand tracing gentle patterns across Steve's back. "Wanted to make sure I was the first. Dustin will probably call at like 8am, now he can't beat me."

The fondness in Steve's chest almost bursts his ribcage open. Suddenly, he's wide awake, throwing a leg across Eddie's hips, flipping him onto his back and feeling the surprised laughter rumble through his chest as Steve attaches his lips to his boyfriend's neck.

"We're not going back to sleep, I take it?" Eddie asks between short, breathless gasps, and Steve raises himself on his arms to look at him.

"Nope." Steve licks his lips. "I think I want my present now."

"Uhm. It's actually back at my trailer..."

"Ed-die," Steve enunciates slowly, chuckling. "Not that kinda present." He gently rolls his hips, watching his boyfriend gasp, 'oh', then draw him back down so their lips can meet.

In almost a year of dating Eddie Munson, lazy 3am birthday sex isn't even in the top 10 weirdest things he's done. But it will definitely be one of the most memorable.

#this is kinda blah but i couldn't miss the date #happy birthday stevie boy ❤️#steddie #fanfic #steddie fic #misha-bawlins fanfic

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brattyfics · 22 days ago

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Swampbound X

Content Warnings: This chapter contains references to the loss of a child (non-explicit), themes of grief and trauma, and mentions of historical slavery. These elements are handled with care, avoiding explicit detail to maintain a gentler tone, but please keep these themes in mind.

Adla stirred awake to the gentle warmth of sunlight streaming through her window, the usual stillness of her home interrupted only by the clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen. A fleeting thought crossed her mind to reach for her pistol in the bedside drawer or the blade tucked beneath her pillow, but she dismissed it. Moving cautiously out of bed, she slipped toward the doorway, curiosity pulling her forward like a thread.

In her small, rustic kitchen, Terry stood, expertly flipping a scratch-made pancake in her beloved cast iron skillet. A pothos plant sat in the windowsill, its winding vines a surprising yet beautiful touch.

“Terry?” she called softly, a mix of surprise and bewilderment lacing her voice.

He turned, a slow, warm smile spreading across his face—and in his arms was a chubby little boy cradled close.

“Whose baby is that?” Panic crept into her tone.

With a playful grin, Terry bounced the little boy on his hip. “Ain’t no other baby in here but ours, Adla. Look at your mama bein’ all silly,” he teased, as the child reached up to grab at his nose. Terry showered him with kisses until his cheeks dimpled. A warmth spread through her, bittersweet and aching.

“This baby’s ours?” she asked, her heart racing as she needed confirmation, as if her mind was struggling to comprehend this new reality.

“Yeah, woman,” he chuckled, his laughter like music. “You done forgot the ten months you carried him, all the kickin’ and turnin’ he did? All the fussin’ you did at me?”

A shaky laugh escaped her, and wonder filled her gaze as she studied the child’s cherubic face. “Lawd, he’s too precious to be real. You sure he’s ours?”

Terry’s smile remained, but suddenly, the scene began to dissolve—his face fading like smoke slipping through her fingers. She reached out, desperate to grasp the image, but it vanished too quickly.

In their place, her reflection returned, clad in an old-fashioned gown, her hair teased high and framing her face like a halo. Adla leaned in closer—she and this woman were two sides of the same coin, a mirror image that sent chills crawling down her spine. It was undeniably eerie, but rather than fear, an instinctual trust held her steady.

“Did you see that?” the woman asked, her voice soft but bubbling with excitement, like they shared an unspoken secret.

“See what?”

“The future,” her reflection replied, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes.

Images of Terry holding that sweet baby flooded Adla’s mind.

“You talkin’ 'bout Terry? That little baby? That’s what you mean by the future?” she asked, awe washing over her.

“It just might be,” the woman said with a sly smile, leaving Adla yearning for more as she faded into nothingness.

Adla blinked, and the world shifted. She found herself standing on a vast plantation, fields stretching endlessly beneath a dark sky peppered with stars. Warm lights flickered from shacks far off in the distance.

“What is this?” she whispered, but her other self had vanished.

Terry stepped out of the shadows, looking different—his clothes threadbare, hair grown out, and a hint of a beard grazing his strong jaw. Yet his eyes still held that fierce, unyielding fire, the kind of strength that had always drawn her to him.

“Tonight’s the night,” he said, gripping her hands tightly. “Tonight, we’re makin’ a break for good.”

“What you mean?” she asked, glancing down at herself, now wearing a patched-up, faded dress that felt like it belonged to a different life.

“You alright?” he asked, pressing his palm to her forehead. “Is it the baby?”

“What baby?” she stammered, confusion creeping into her voice.

Looking down, she gasped, seeing a heavy belly rounded with life. “What in the world is goin’ on?”

Terry’s eyes narrowed, his voice steady with urgency. “We ain’t got no time to waste. You gotta come on with me.”

But then words tumbled from her lips that felt strange: “I can’t go with you! The midwife’s gotta deliver. What if somethin’ happens out there in the swamp?”

“I found someone,” he replied, his voice resolute. “She knows what to do. She’s one of us.” His eyes shone with fierce pride, standing strong against the fear. “Our child will be born free.”

Adla’s heart raced as memories surged within her—some her own, others echoes from another time—of strength in the face of a world set on breakin’ them.

“We can’t raise a child out there, Terry. They’ll hear us—”

“Listen to me.” His hands pressed firmly against hers, grounding her. “Burne ain’t gettin’ my child. He won’t own ‘em. Not now, not ever. I’ll give up my life first.”

In that moment, a fierce clarity surged within her—not fear, but love. It was a living force binding them, more potent than any threat.

Suddenly, the scene shifted again. Blinding sunlight poured down as she knelt in the dirt, surrounded by flecks of white—cotton scattered everywhere. She struggled to rise, but it felt as if she were encased in stone, her fingers aching and bloodied from labor.

Where am I?

A chill crept over her as she glanced up to find Burne’s steely gaze fixed on hers. Beside him stood a line of men, each one different yet sharing an unnerving resemblance. They wore a mismatched array of clothes, like they’d stepped right out of a time capsule, a patchwork of styles from days gone by. She squinted, taking in their faces, and her heart sank as she reached the end of the line. The last man was the worst—his expression tight, menacing. She felt a flicker of recognition, an instinctual pull. Then, the truth hit her like a cold wave—they were kin.

In her mind, a voice echoed, familiar yet distant: Look at their faces. Remember ’em. They thought they could own you, thought they could control you. But they can’t.

Beneath the weight of fear, a fire ignited—steady and unyielding defiance. She could feel the strength of those who had withstood the fury of Burne’s cursed bloodline, pushing her forward, urging her to end it all once and for good.

With a jolt, she woke, breath caught in the thick, stifling dark. The sheets beside her were cold. Terry was gone. Her heart raced, pounding hard in her chest, but she was frozen in place, too shaken to do anything but wrestle her breath back under control. She squeezed her eyes shut, seeking solace, but another vision dragged her under.

Burne loomed before her—his police polo stretched taut across broad shoulders, dark slacks pressed sharp, and his expression as unyielding as stone.

“What do you want? Why you followin’ me? Hauntin’ me?”

He didn’t respond, didn’t even seem to notice her presence. She remained unseen, watching as he knelt, dragging a small wooden box from beneath the bed. He set it on the dresser and lifted the lid, revealing a silver chain that shimmered like a freshly sharpened blade under the light—a lunar charm hanging at its center, polished to a brilliant shine.

He kept it there, she noted, etching the detail into her memory.

Burne slipped the chain around his neck and stepped out to the backyard, his boots crunching on the ground as he made his way toward a lone shack, its wood weathered and warped—the last of the slave quarters still standing. Deep in the door was a carving of a crescent moon and a star.

Just like the symbol on Terry’s tattoo.

Just like the markings on that old pendant.

She watched as Burne pushed open the door, stepping into the deep shadows within. Her vision sharpened, and in the dim light, she spotted a man slumped forward in a chair, bound tightly in chains that glimmered like silver fire. Though his face was hidden, something stirred deep inside her—a certainty tightening in her chest. It was Mike.

Terry had told her he followed Burne all the way home, but there’d been nothing—no scent, no trace. Yet here was Mike, trapped, bound, breathing just yards from Burne’s front door.

She jolted awake, her breath catching in the suffocating dark. Terry’s hands were there, warm and steady, holding her as she fought for air. The remnants of the vision clung to her, sharp and unyielding, but his presence anchored her, a comforting weight pulling her back to reality.

“I got you,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, wrapping around her like a lifeline. She reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, tracing the familiar strength and softness of him, as if to confirm he was real and there.

Their eyes locked, searching and tender, yet fierce with a trust she was only just starting to understand. “Terry… I know where Mike is,” she whispered, her words trembling between them. “And the lunar chain. I saw it, saw him.”

Terry helped her up from the bed, guiding her gently as she dressed, then led her into the kitchen.

Moonlight filtered through the small kitchen window, casting long shadows on the worn wooden floor. Adla leaned heavily against the table, her heart racing as she laid out the details of her vision for Terry. He stood close, a raw, fierce energy radiating from him, like a tightly coiled spring ready to explode. She kept her hand on his shoulder, grounding them both as her resolve began to take shape.

“It was a plantation,” she murmured, her words heavy yet steady. “I know it sounds crazy, but… I think we knew each other from another life. There was a man who looked just like you.” Her voice wavered for a moment, but she pressed on. “And a woman just like me.”

Terry’s brow knitted together, intensity flooding his features. “Adla…” he murmured, the gravity of it wrapping around them, a haunting reminder of a past that refused to stay buried.

“There’s something else…” She hesitated, a deep ache gnawing at her insides, but she took a breath to steady herself. “I saw a child in my dreams. Our child.”

The words rushed out, and a powerful longing surged within her, overwhelming yet clear, as if it had been waiting for her to speak. She could almost feel that child’s soft curls, the warmth of his cheek—a fierce emptiness blooming in her heart. “I felt him, Terry. He was so real. And somehow, it’s like they took him from us—Burne, those men. They’re behind it.”

As her voice trembled, tears pricked at her eyes. But Adla swallowed hard, rallying her strength, her grief igniting a steady fire within. She wasn’t alone anymore; Terry was right there beside her, and the magic swirling inside her was growing stronger. She wasn't helpless.

Terry’s expression shifted as a knock rattled the door—it was Jesse. They’d called him right after she’d woken up. Adla took a deep breath as Terry pulled it open, steeling herself to remain composed. Jesse stepped inside, his gaze sharp and assessing, hardening as he took in her distress. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

Adla brushed a hand over her cheek, wiping away the wetness before lifting her chin with quiet resolve. “I saw things I didn’t know before.”

“Burne was there, but not just in the present.” She explained. “A whole bunch of men who looked like him too. It was like…”

Jesse moved closer, his presence grounding her. Terry’s protective instincts flared, but Jesse met him with equal resolve. “Like what?” he urged gently.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted, still piecing it all together. “There’s a shack, somewhere on Burne’s land,” she said, her voice growing stronger, more resolute. “It’s marked with the same crescent and star as the pendant on that lunar chain—just like the mark on your arm, Terry.”

“I’ve been there,” Terry replied, his jaw tight and fists clenched. “I was lookin’ for Mike but came up empty.” He shot a glance at Adla, and a silent understanding passed between them. Jesse noticed, his eyes narrowing.

“What aren’t you saying?” Jesse asked, his voice firm.

Adla shook her head, her tone steady and low. “I can’t talk about it.” The pain felt too fresh. Her hand instinctively fell to her belly, the vision still echoing in her mind. Terry quietly spoke of the child—of the baby she once carried in a life neither of them fully remembered.

A fierce defiance flared up inside her as Terry spoke, each word a haunting reminder of the horrors she had witnessed in her visions and the struggles her past self had faced. She craved justice. Little did she know, her name meant justice in Swahili, and she was stepping boldly into her destiny, just as it was meant to be.

“They took somethin’ from me,” she said, tapping her heart with fierce conviction. “And they ain’t gonna take nothin’ else.”

Jesse and Terry exchanged a glance, shaken by her words, but Adla stood firm. Her voice resonated with the weight of countless lives—a fire that refused to be snuffed out. “This is our last chance. We’re breakin’ this cursed cycle for good—I won’t lose nothin’ else," she declared, her tone a mix of steel and flame.

“Adla,” Terry said, stepping closer, his voice a steady promise. “I ain’t gonna let him take nothin’ from you, from us. Not Mike. Not a damn thing.” His words wrapped around her like a lifeline as he placed his hand on her stomach, protective of a child who hadn’t even begun to take shape yet. Jesse watched the exchange in silence, his gaze fixed on Terry’s hands, moving in harmony like two magnets drawn together.

Inevitable.

Fated.

Jesse stepped forward. “Let’s figure this out,” he said, voice calm but edged with fierce resolve, a shared purpose binding them together. He didn’t know about any child or the lives they’d left behind, but he’d do whatever it took to keep the Adla in front of him safe, breathing. Even if she wasn’t his, he couldn’t bear to lose her.

Adla looked between the two men at her side as they began mapping out their plan, feeling the strength of their bond deepen. Together, they would stand against Burne, ready to reclaim what had always been theirs.

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somewhere-at-the-burrow · 3 months ago

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𝐵𝒰𝑅𝑅𝒪𝒲 𝒮𝒰𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒮

⤹ 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

(( what the summer has looked like in my recent shifts! ))

(( this is a long post I'M SORRY I RAMBLE A TON))

✯ Ginny and I always read the new editions of Seeker Weekly when they are delivered on sunday mornings. this usually consists of her running into my room and flopping onto my bed, teasing me with the magazine if I am not awake already. otherwise, we read it together at the kitchen table while keeping it away from the boys until we are done reading!

✯ in the first two weeks of summer, Bill was staying at the Burrow and telling us all about his adventures in Egypt. let's just say that every single breakfast with him ended on a super mysterious note or with Molly (mum) passing him more food and giving him a look of "motherly protection"

✯ with Arthur's (dad's) help, I have been building my own broom over the summer. I have always had the idea in mind, and with the collaboration of many different wizarding families, it is turning out really well!! I still have no idea if anyone will actually allow it in quidditch games though :')

✯ this might be very mundane, but I always help with the farm chores every morning. we have lots of chickens (and we have had pigs in the past), and it is so refreshing to use grounding techniques while listening to the radio through the open window

✯ speaking of radio... that is one thing that is always going in the Burrow. I look forward to walking downstairs in the morning and hearing the latest hits or listening to the WWN news broadcast.

✯ also, mum always has the Witching Hour (with Glenda Chittock) going in the mornings. in the wizarding world, there is kind of a love-hate with that talk show, as many younger people see it as something that only older women listen to.

✯ however, the Witching Hour was one of the first things I listened to in my first shift, so the memories are all positive and I find myself listening most mornings (despite the incessant teasing from the boys)

✯ in my first shift, I found out that the Holyhead Harpies made it to the League Cup against the Kenmare Kestrels. Ginny and I are obsessed with the Harpies' new seeker (grace belling my lovee <3) so you know I had to script that we would go to the game!!

✯ because this is the first summer where Fred, George and I can do magic outside of school, they have been tinkering away at new joke projects while I work on magically designing the labels and packaging! many late nights with that one!!

✯ my best friend Iris has visited many many times, and sometimes we invite Angelina too and we all bunker down in my room reading our silly witch magazines and looking at photos until the late hours. usually this ends with Ginny knocking on my door and she too curls up on the floor to talk <3

✯ Ginny also found this antique book of muggle victorian slang in the work shed, and she has been saying extremely ridiculous things in random conversation and it has honestly become a bit at this point. we are all on the edge of our seats wondering what that girl is going to say next, especially during meals!

✯ Hermione and Harry visited once, but Ron has such a sporadic schedule and he ended up doing the most random things and dragging them with him. I kid you not, they went and looked at the garden? for no reason??

✯ between Ron and Fred, those two would sleep past noon if we let them. mum will absolutely not have that though, so after she has called them down for breakfast multiple times, she tasks George and I with waking them up. some days we are kind and we gently shove them awake, but those are becoming very rare and I find absolute joy in being a morning menace <3

✯ when Bill was over, we had these fake broom races at dusk in the back field, but they were mostly so we could see the sunset on the horizon and that was a moment when I felt the most alive.

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talking about the burrow is my favorite and my mum is tired of hearing about it every time i shift back! so, i guess you all will be graced with my rants AND I HAVE A LOT OF THEM

thank you for reading if you have made it this far!

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bubbless-s · 3 months ago

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I love love LOVE your page. Your Harry Potter fics are my favsss. Your Kyle and Kenny headcanons were LITERALLY SCRUMPTIOUS, I WILL KEEP EATING IT UP.

But if I could, may I request the main 3 SP boys x reader please? Separately of course. Maybe they’re dating and having a sleepover together. Just hc’s on what they’d do at a sleepover with a partner.

If you could, fem reader would be preferred, gender neutral is okay though.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pillow Fights and Stolen Hearts₊ ⊹ ᶻ !! ␥

- ʚɞ genre: fluffy! (as always no gender implied.)

- ʚɞ warnings: none (devider)

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Kyle Broflovski

ೀ⋆ He definitely begged his mom for this.

ೀ⋆ His mom allowed with the rule of the door being open.

ೀ⋆ You suggested the sleepover firstly and got him hooked.

ೀ⋆ “What will we do on the sleepover? Play truth or dare?” after Stan showed him the powers of truth or dare he is willing to try it out with you. A little tho! He isn’t awaiting it with heart eyes!!

ೀ⋆ Our lovesick fool made a little list of things just incase if you guys runout of things to do.

ೀ⋆ “Do you have games on your phone?” -Ike

ೀ⋆ Kyle got you a rose too! He gave it to you when you arrived at his house.

ೀ⋆ Imagine the surprise on your face when you open the door to Kyles house only to get a rose shoved to your face. A very well decorated rose at that.

ೀ⋆ The fun part is when night came.

ೀ⋆ Kyle being Kyle couldn’t sleep at all.

ೀ⋆ Why you may ask. 1. He has the worst bed hair ever! 2.What if he kicks you in his sleep?! 3. Can’t stop staring at your sleeping face

ೀ⋆ It was the most anxious sleepover to him BUT you know after rain rainbow comes.

Stan Marsh

✧ Stan had this planned out for months.

✧ He carefully planned each step like the “master mind” he is. He totally sucks at it but eh

✧ First he will impress you with his guitar skills then ask you to come over to his place for a sleepover.

✧ It was a solid plan until he almost puked out of nervousness.

✧ But things did work out in Stans favour nonetheless!

✧ This loverboy was over the moon that you agreed and went out to buy all the snacks in the world with his pocket money.

✧ Not to mention he brushed his teeth 12 times because you guys w-will..will kiss..such a blasphemy..!

✧ Stan also made a very romantic questionable playlist.

✧ “You deserve better.” - Shelley

✧ When night fell Stan and you found yourself under the covers.

✧ Sleepy but still talking. Too invested in the conversation but too sleepy to continue..

✧ The problems solution was a sweet kiss and a even sweeter goodnight bidding.

Kenny Mccormick

৻ꪆ Kenny was thrilled to have a sleepover with you.

৻ꪆ Finally he was going to see what your room looks like!

৻ꪆ Asking him to come over wasn’t hard at all, you just asked as someone would do normally and Kenny cut you off saying yes. If it was a comic it would definitely have big “!!!” marks at the end.

৻ꪆ When he did arrive at your place y’all did the casual things. Watching TV together, snuggling under the covers, Kenny chasing you to tickle your sensitive spots—

৻ꪆ Yea you heard me ladies, gentlemen and non-binary sillies, Kenny chased you till you were breathless only to trap you underneath him.

৻ꪆ For some tickles. You had to cry and beg for release!

৻ꪆ When night began its reign Kenny became more quirky.

৻ꪆ He would always steal kisses or his hands would wande—ahem Kenny Im trying to keep this family friendly.

৻ꪆ Anyway! Kenny is the best cuddle buddy out there if you are cold he will pull you closer to himself, if you are hot he will loosen his arms.

৻ꪆ If Kenny happened to be awake later on his thought could begin to wander to more evil places.

৻ꪆ But he wouldn’t do that to his darling..

৻ꪆ Until you woke up funny shapes drawn all over your face.

#south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski #south park kyle #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #south park stan marsh #stan marsh headcanons #kenny mcormick headcanons #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick #south park kenny #south park x you #south park x y/n

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livwritesstuff · 11 months ago

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Steve is up past his bedtime.

(Because he's in his mid-fifties and needs one of those now).

It's 2:30 in the morning and he's awake, sitting in bed with a book and doing his best to ignore the dull ache of exhaustion because his oldest daughter, Moe, hasn't come home yet.

He keeps glancing at his phone, waiting for the screen to light up with a notification from the Ring doorbell they've had up and running for a few years.

Steve had been on the fence about getting it installed, but Eddie wanted it (and it was that or the touch screen toaster, and Steve didn't think he'd be able to take his kitchen seriously with a touch screen toaster).

The late-2000s had turned Eddie into a tech guy. Steve isn't sure if it should have come as a surprise to him or not, but it's true either way. Their kids are 1000x more proficient with it, for sure, but they also grew up with it. The last time the girls were really impressed was when their local Pizza Hut got one of those big touch screen soda machines, but Eddie is pretty much guaranteed to be into anything with a touch screen, anything he can control on his phone.

Steve, on the other hand, reached his capacity for technology with the 2nd gen iPad, which is still up and running even in the 2020s and he still uses it to play Hay Day with Hazel despite being practically the last people on Earth doing it. He’s not interested in any of the new stuff.

The one thing Steve was totally game for was getting a Ring doorbell, because with the girls old enough to come and go mostly as they please, it’s nice to have a better sense of those comings and goings.

It wasn't easy for Steve – relinquishing some control to give their daughters the independence that they'd be chasing whether they had permission or not, but the girls have called their dads to get them out of sticky situations enough times for Steve to know they're making the right decision, even if he doesn't like it.

Ridiculous as it feels, that silly smart doorbell does actually provide him with a small sense of relief.

As is proven yet again when his phone lights up with the long-awaited Ring notification.

"Jesus Christ, finally," Steve mutters, and Eddie, who'd been dozing off by his side, lifts his head.

"She's back?" he asks.

Steve nods.

The notification opens in time for them to see Moe stumbling up the porch steps. There's a boy her age – unfamiliar to Steve even up close – watching her warily from a few paces back. She's wrapped in a big sweatshirt and cradling a greasy Domino's bag like she'd used to hold her stuffed animals.

Moe grapples for the door before pausing and leaning towards the camera.

"Sorry Papa," she mumbles, shaking her wrecked bangs out of her eyes.

"Oh, look at her, hitting you with the Papa because she knows it makes you go soft," Eddie says with a smirk, "No apology for me though, that's kind of bullshit."

Steve shakes his head with a snort.

Moe finally gets the door open and makes her way inside. They hear the sound of the door closing downstairs a split second before it comes through the phone. The boy waits until she's inside before waving weakly at the camera.

"Uh...I'm Nate," Nate says, looking completely exhausted and sounding as if he regrets addressing the camera to begin with, "I'm sober. I drove her home. There’s, uh…I gotta get other people home."

Steve snorts as he watches the boy turn and walk back down the porch steps.

"Poor kid. Long night – closest Dominos is, like, thirty minutes from here."

"Jesus," Eddie shakes his head, "Think Moe would be totally mortified if we tracked him down to say thank you?"

"Yes."

"Sweet, sounds like a plan.”

#they know they can't stop their daughters from going out but they can definitely make sure they never want to again #i’ll let you guys decide how old moe is here lol #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

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failing-to-write-again · 1 year ago

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Baby Photos Part 2!

Part 1

Since the lovely asker @lilithram did say to pick between Sakamaki baby photos or reader baby photos, I chose both. While the previous part was less overall fluff and more early relationship I decided to make this one closer to an established relationship. I’m a bit nervous about making the boys ooc so any feedback on parts that are good and in character or those less in character would help me work to tailor my writing.

I worked under the ages proposed by @diabolik-shu-lover from this post.

Shu Sakamaki

Visiting le château de Heinz wasn’t your ideal vacation spot if you were to be completely honest. Unfortunately a major downside to dating a crown prince is how business minded people are going to be about your relationship. Shu had delayed taking you here, sharing his wish to live a more ordinary life until his accession, and even then he still wanted to have a more “normal” relationship. So far your little trip had consisted of a dinner with Shu and his father where he quizzed you on your life, followed by two days of loneliness where Shu was kept away by business of some kind with his father.

Waking up to day 3 of being alone you elected to at least try to find some evidence of Shu’s childhood you could tease him on. There had to be some silly sailor uniform or ruffled collar from when he was a small Victorian lad. Wandering the halls the castle was a thousand times creepier than the Sakamaki manor had ever been, especially when you were left without a lazy vampire keeping an eye on you. Karl Heinz had requested that his sons not kill you but that was before you began dating the son most likely to be forced into some arranged marriage. It didn’t help that the staff weren’t hidden familiars, they were standing in every room just looking… creepy.

Eventually your exploration landed you in a gallery, paintings decorated the hall with spotlights above each painting. Many seemed very old and depicted pretty women in the castle gardens at night. One of these paintings had a woman you were convinced was Shu and Reiji’s mother. She was under a gazebo in a red dress staring lovingly at someone standing somewhere behind the painting.

“This must’ve been back when they were all in love before Cordelia.” You mumbled to yourself, turning away and continuing down the hall. You found some more imposing portraits of men, a few being Karl Heinz himself, and some more general landscape paintings.

After nearly 2 hours of this you found a new hall of all six Sakamaki sons in a series of paintings, VICTORY. It’s always a bit weird when you get obvious reminders of your boyfriend being 387 years old even though he looks like a 19 year old. Seeing paintings of him in severely dated clothes and poses was just bizarre, snapping a picture of him in a wig from the Georgian period was a good form of pay back for his abandonment of you these past few days. There was one painting of him unlike all the others, he looked roughly 3 or 4 and was sat in his mother’s lap with a silver rattled as he peered down at a bundle in Karl Heinz’s lap, the raven coloured hair giving it away as Reiji. He looked so curious and his father looked so happy. He was cute, with blonde curlier locks and a big round face, he looked like any modern day child meeting their younger sibling. Seeing him with eyes so awake and full of life, and no animosity between the two oldest sons of Karl Heinz.

“She kept scolding me for not sitting still.”

Shouting in shock as you turn to see your MIA boyfriend with a shit eating grin on his face at your reaction.

“What’s with that face woman, girlfriend’s are meant to be happy when they see their boyfriend’s not scream like a banshee.” Teasing you as he stepped closer, moving his hands to sit comfortably at your waist. In response you let your head fall with a thud into his chest, wrapping your arm around his back.

“Well boyfriend’s aren’t meant to tell their girlfriend’s they’re going on vacation to then vanish off for days. We never get time together in the manor without your brothers hanging around and now your dad is keeping you busier than you’ve ever been.”

Sighing, Shu buried his nose in your hair wrapping one arm around your shoulder and another around your lower back huddling you close. “I’m sorry. That guy wouldn’t stop talking about all this protocol and other crap about properly introducing you as my chosen queen. He wanted to rush everything.”

Pulling back just enough to look up eyes wide at what he was saying. Queen, you a queen? Not to mention having to meet more creepy vampires. Sensing some of your unease, Shu smiled.

“Relax, I managed to get him to agree to a much slower schedule, you won’t be rushed off to a ball anytime soon. For now the worst of it will be seeing some property we own and meeting his close advisory staff and my other’s old staff. After I have you to myself for another few months we’re going to graduate first.”

Letting out a sigh of relief you lay your head against his shoulder, staring back up at the painting. “As a kid you were pretty cute Shu.”

“Not as cute as you as a mini ballerina,” he shot back, absentmindedly rubbing little circles against your back as he also stared at the portrait.

“If I do end up as Queen you’re not allowed to marry anyone else, I refuse to deal with the whole situation with your mothers. And you can’t ever let our kids have such a poor relationship like you and Reiji.”

“Not if, when, princess and don’t work yourself up over stupid things. You’re mine, I'm not letting some woman try to take me away ever. Seriously such bothersome thinking.”

Leaning down he gently kissed you, as if you were so delicate and precious. Looking up at blue eyes finally looking awake and closer to that childhood Shu then he had in centuries.

Reiji Sakamaki

“The box I’m looking for is about as big as an envelope, and has a leather strap holding it shut. Let me know if you spot it.”

“Alright, anywhere you’d prefer I don’t look. I don’t want to run into some secret Laito porn stash up here.”

You hear Reiji chuckle at that. “Laito doesn’t come up here, too many spiders. I do not care where you go, we are partners, we agreed no secrets right.”

That made you smile, your relationship with Reiji was the fruit of a long journey of trying to reach an understanding. For a while you were both not fully able to understand each other, and while no relationship is perfect, especially yours, hiccups that would’ve caused serious arguments before were now easier to settle over tea. It felt good to feel like a respected partner.

Looking through the attic for this mystery box was a good time to find mementos to learn more about Reiji. Looking through older books and boxes of clothes or unused houseware most of the items in this portion of the attic seemed unimportant. Reiji focused his search on the opposite side of the room where the ceiling was higher, you were shorter than the 6ft man so were less uncomfortable searching where the roof sloped down. A small dusty window allowed some of the early morning light to stream in. Reiji had begun waking later during holidays to allow you both to have a day that had more sunlight for you. He claimed it was to reduce risk of seasonal depression or vitamin D deficiency, with the added benefit of allowing you both to go to museums and other date locations. Waking at 12am gave you the opportunity to see sunrises daily, and if you were honest the view of your boyfriend in the hazy early morning glow was always a welcome sight.

“You’re staring.”

“I see nothing wrong with admiring my boyfriend”

He let a smile sigh pass his lips as he smiled, shaking his head. Looking back down at the stack of cardboard boxes he was rifling through. You pull your eyes away and back to the room around you, you spot something sticking out behind a shelf. Pulling it out you find a handful of photos and a small box. The photos were black and white, Daguerreotypes, on metal sheets. The images showed a younger Reiji taking what looked like test photos. Some were of him, slightly blurred from incorrect technique, others of items. The last photo was much clearer and was of Reiji sitting in a chair with a book in his lap. He must’ve gotten a familiar to take the photo.

“Hey Reiji can I take these down? I don’t know how to store such photos though.”

Looking up Reiji walked over, taking the photos from you to look through. He picked up a box placing them inside before handing them to you,

“I will have the familiars store them properly and make scans so you can have more stable prints of them. If you wish to have images of me to display however, I would prefer you take more modern photos with both of us.”

Smiling down at the box of photos, Reiji spoke again.

“Smiling over such trivial things as a few photos, you should be harder to please.”

“You’re probably the first man to ever say that Reiji, besides it’s nice to have childhood photos of each other. I only have my locket but what happens when your children ask to see what you looked like as a child?”

“Our children will have plenty of paintings of me to see at my father’s castle, and if we are so lucky your only response will be that they look exactly as you did as a child.” Adjusting his glasses Reiji knelt down and picked up the box you had also pulled out with the photos. Meanwhile as his words set in your face flushed slightly.

“Our children…Reiji you shouldn’t say that stuff so casually. Besides, why would you want them to look like me? I'm human.”

That was not a response he liked, gently lifting your chin with his thumb and pointer finger Reiji looked you in the eye as he spoke. “Our children should be as pretty or handsome as their mother. I’m insulted you think, after all we’ve been through, I have not grown out of the belief that blood is a final decider in terms of superiority. You are superior, you are who I want, you alone are my partner and equal so strong as to be able to hold my heart in your hands. Am I clear?”

Your blush darkens as Reiji flusters you further, you can only nod your head in response to such strong compliments said so earnestly. Smiling Reiji’s thumb gently swiped over your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you. Reiji always kisses you with the aim to convey all of his feelings for you, as if you will never be able to kiss him again. Moving in tandem you ended up leaning against a shelf with Reiji’s arm pinning you there, your arms holding onto his collar to prevent him pulling away too soon.

Unfortunately, Reiji has to ensure you take in air so moves back. Opening the box, he removes a key, turning it over in his hands.

“This key is to my father’s laboratory here, he used it when he was visiting us as children. I sealed it off years ago and elected to use my room for my experiments. However, due to the chemicals it is not safe for you to sleep there so they must be moved.”

“What’s wrong with my room?”

“It is a guest room, I’m not going to sleep every night in a guest bedroom in my own home. No, my room must be altered to fit its needs and to do so I shall reclaim the laboratory as my own to allow you to rest safely.”

All you could do is follow along as Reiji began to return back downstairs, gazing down at the box of pictures. Looking at the sad younger Reiji you couldn’t help but compare him to the cool, confident man he had become.

Ayato Sakamaki

Ayato had demanded you meet him in the garden of the castle that evening, something about having something special to show you. You weren’t sure what to expect really, surprises with Ayato were often either very nice or sweet but messy failures. Breakfast in bed when you’ve never cooked before was a bad idea in hindsight, even he had to admit. Still as the night started to fade into dawn you made your way to the gardens, examining the sights around you as you went.

The father of the Sakamaki’s had summoned them to return for some festival of sorts. Ayato had been vague in describing it, rather unhappy to be returning. It seemed like some carnival was being set up, you hoped it was a carnival anyway. As you ponder the pros of encouraging Ayato’s competitiveness to win you stuffed toys you eventually reach the garden. Opening the glass doors you see Ayato sitting on a blanket, under the stone gazebo and some candles lit around. He had a few plates of your favourite deserts around as well as takoyaki. He grinned as you approached, arms crossed and pride beaming from his face.

“I set this all up, yours truly is the best boyfriend ever, and I have a present for you.” Pulling out a box with a bow stuck on the lid, he gestured for you to open it. You sat down cross legged, opening the box to reveal a collection of photos.

Lifting some out you realise these were the photos Ayato had burnt after he had first met you, before you had started dating. They looked untouched. Ayato, not trusting your silence, began to speak again.

“Ore-sama got the familiars to find copies and I had those losers in the tech club at school print them. They couldn't say no to yours truly. Do you like it?”

“Why did you do all this, you threw them into the fire.” Ayato blushed before looking away, a hand on his neck.

“I…felt…bad about making you cry like that. It’s only fun when you cry from my bites, not over that stuff.”

Your sniffling brought his attention back to you, panic spreading across his face. Pulling you into his lap and holding you close as his brain froze trying to find the best course of action. Your hands rising up to hold his cheeks as you attempted to calm down, a smile on your face.

“It’s ok, they’re happy tears. I’m happy Ayato.”

“Are you sure, don’t lie to yours truly.”

“I’m not, I swear! Thank you Ayato, these photos are important to me.”

Sighing in relief, Ayato leant back letting his head thunk against one of the gazebo pillars.

“Damn it, you’re not meant to cry when Ore-sama gives you gifts.”

Running his fingers along your back. You began rifling through some of the photos noticing some new additions to the collection. There, between the photos of a younger you were pictures of you and Ayato on various dates. You, completely unaware of the camera while Ayato was looking and seemingly taking each photo. There was also one picture of a painting, it was of three boys with the child on the left resembling a much younger version of your boyfriend.

“I didn’t know you had any childhood photos of Ayato.”

“It’s the only one, you can’t have a collection of photos without one of yours truly to admire.”

Giggling you sit back leaning against his chest while you both began to enjoy your picnic and company.

Laito Sakamaki

You were currently facing a big problem, for some reason the 2nd year history department had decided to assign a project discussing your family history…in detail. So you were currently stressed out of your mind trying to figure out how to worm your way out of this one. Laito was covered, his family history well laid out as a royal and all of his ancestors having false human lives, it basically wrote itself. Yet here you were unable to write anything. It’s not that you were necessarily ashamed of your orphan status, and your close companions now also ‘brides’ of the Sakamaki’s were virtually sisters and you could maybe write about them. But people always got weird about orphans, and while you weren’t ashamed to be one by any means, being Laito’s girlfriend let alone a Sakamaki girlfriend involved gossip, it came with the territory. Extra rich boys in a school full of rich kids would always mean they were an aim for many girls and their parents alike, let alone Laito’s colourful past meaning he’d slept with basically any 2nd year heiress he could say a word to. All of them convinced they’d be the one to make him want to stay, and all of them feeling the same disappointment or satisfaction when one failed. Then in comes a girl under a sponsorship by said extra rich kid’s father who then ends up dating each of them effectively removing them from the market, and meaning every single girl, generally all conventionally very attractive and whom most men would gladly keep as girlfriend, being ‘beaten’ as they saw it by someone with no assets.

So to put a long story short, while you weren't super torn up about not having an easy to explain family tree, you weren’t ready to deal with everyone’s response to that little tidbit. All of this led you to now, sitting with Laito as he brushed your hair listening to your predicament.

“Like whatever about the teacher getting weird, I’ll gladly take the free pass to ask for extra stuff. But you really made everything difficult. I can handle snide remarks from Hana, Aoi, and Emiko; they're mostly harmless. Yet, if they get it in their heads that I don’t have parents to cause any issues they might get worse.” You stopped to pick up some popcorn, holding your arm backwards to give Laito some. He took the opportunity to lick your fingers, snickering as you pulled your hand back, wiping it on your jeans.

“Don’t be nasty, I'm having a serious talk. I just… some of the 1st year girls were horrid to Subaru’s girlfriend just for finding out she had been at a boarding school. They cornered her in the bathroom and stuck gum in her hair. Gum! Like yeah me and the girls tore them a new one but…gum!”

Humming thoughtfully, Laito placed down the brush switching to running his fingers through your hair. He moved to rest his head on your shoulder, letting a comfortable silence sit over you while he thought of what to say.

“If you want, I can get you a family tree in full detail”

“How would you even do that, if you just make people up and anyone finds out then it's worse.”

“We could always make one~”

A pillow to the face shut that idea down, laughing as he fell backwards against the cushions while you were glaring at him.

“Be serious! What am I meant to do?”

Sitting back up, Laito took your hand pulling you up.

“Follow me.”

Walking through the manor, Laito took you to a less well maintained wing. Cobwebs littered the hallway and the wallpaper was peeling slightly in patches, there weren't any electrical lights either, only wall sconces with candles Laito lit as you walked by. Laito was silent for most of the journey, only giving a hand squeeze of reassurance whenever you caught his eye. You weren’t sure if the squeeze he gave passing a portrait of Cordelia was to reassure you or him, whenever you even heard of that woman it sent shivers down your spine.

Paintings became more common the further you walked, most were of adults with a vague similarity to Laito and his brothers, others were portraits of women in beautiful dresses with a characteristic pale visage. Finally stopping in front of a picture of three young boys with a signature red and purple haired look.

“This is the only painting or picture of me and any of my brothers together. Me and the other triplets don't argue as much as Shu and Reiji but we aren’t close,” he turned, taking your hands in his. “You have sisters, actual sisters who you have stories and pictures with. Anyone who disagrees, I will handle.”

“Gum in my hair Laito. It’s not a good look.” Laito sighs, pulling you close before you hear him mutter.

“Theirs will look worse when I cut it all off.”

Kanato Sakamaki

“Dolly, why are you in here?”

Turning to greet Kanato from where you sat in the quiet wing of the Sakamaki manor, placing your sketchbook back down beside you and making room for your boyfriend to sit nearby.

“I come here to sketch the portraits since I can’t get a good wifi connection to look up references. I really like this painting, it’s of you right?”

Kanato sat down looking up at the painting then to your sketch. It was different to the painting in many ways, the main difference being that it was a younger him alone with teddy. You had changed his posing too slightly to make him look less nervous. He was pinching his fingertips though, a sign he was uncomfortable that he picked up from the exercises he had copied you doing to help regulation. You could see he was struggling to find his wording. Scooting closer you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to reassure him you cared and were listening.

“It’s pretty, but dolly I don’t like you being here.”

“Why Kanato? It’s nice here, nobody comes here to interrupt or be loud and there's all these pretty paintings. What’s wrong?” Continuing to play with his fingers, he moves closer to you turning to face you straight on.

“This is where…her room used to be. We have to leave me and Teddy hate it here.” Immediately you were filled with questions. While you knew Kanato, Ayato, and Laito killed their mother and have mixed feelings towards her, you had never seen Kanato spooked. It did explain why this area was not well maintained. You had to bring a brush with you during your first visits to the wing to remove some of the largest cobwebs and first from your seat. However, you had to admit that with the newfound knowledge that these halls were where your boyfriend had been tormented by his own mother for centuries it changed the atmosphere. Suddenly the quiet was now tense, the weathered appearance of the halls becoming creepy signs of lifetimes long since passed.

So you went along with Kanato’s instruction, returning to the more familiar manor where Reiji had familiars ensuring everything was organised and dustless. Following behind while mulling over the best way to approach this particular conversation. He led you to his room, sitting on his bed with your sketchbook and flipping through it. Pacing the path from his bedside locker to his balcony doors slowly, Kanato watched you. Around your fifth lap he gently grabbed your forearm guiding you to sit next to him, playing with the pages of your sketchbook. He turned to one of your favourites, you had drawn Kanato sitting in front of a backdrop of rose bushes. A small smile on his lips and a glint of childish glee in his eyes.

“I’m hanging this one up.”

“That one isn’t fully vanished, it's only a sketch.”

“But I like it, so it’s finished and I want it on my wall. And I want a matching one of you to go beside it.”

Sighing in acceptance you took his hand winding your fingers with his. It was probably better to shelf some questions anyway, while you were well past the stage of Kanato stabbing you with a fork for too many questions it was still not always easy to bring up sensitive topics.

Subaru Sakamaki

“Oi, idiot the car is outside. Are you ready to go or what?”

Grabbing your earrings and standing, you began walking over to your boyfriend in a new sundress and short heels for a lunch meeting with Christa at some new vampire restaurant she had taken a liking to. In the years following yours and Subaru’s relationship, both of you had begun to put work into helping both Subaru and his mother move forwards in their lives and reducing the impact their past traumas had on them. It was a slow and difficult progress with what felt like 100 steps back after every step forward but Christa had reached the point where her good days outnumbered her bad ones with the help of a team of specialists and patience.

Within the last half a year Christa had begun to travel short distances from her home, a fairly new cottage Subaru had built her close to the manor after we graduated from Ryoutei Academy. Today’s trip was to a cafe she had been to numerous times with her trusted hand maids, so it was an obvious choice for the first excursion you and Subaru were joining in on. On Subaru’s part you had nothing but admiration and pride for the strides he had taken, he still had periods of self doubt often linked to birthdays and when his father was involved. However, such episodes were short and he had grown into more healthy responses to these thoughts, that still didn’t reduce his worries when interacting with his mother in environments that could trigger an episode. It took reassurances from Christa and her therapist to show that there was a set of precautions to ensure her safety before he agreed to this lunch.

That brought you to today, where your boyfriend adjusted the collar of his pale grey shirt and looked at you with eyes that clearly showed his trepidation about this trip. Looping your arm around his as you made your way to the car you offered reassurance.

“She’s been looking forward to this lunch, she goes there every week at this point it's basically the same as when we have dinner with her.”

“The first time we had dinner with her she started screaming at your halfway through thinking you were a thief, before she tried to cut your hair off.”

“That’s not a fair comparison and you know it. Christa has found medicines that work and worked with Dr. Estelle for years now.”

“You know she wants you to call her mum.”

“She’ll be mum when you get on the ring choosing we both agreed last time at dinner remember. She even offered to help you plan everything.”

Grunting, he looked away squeezing your arm while opening the passenger side door of his porsche. The ride was mostly quiet with you running your shared spotify playlist with Subaru mentioning concerns for you to counter with considerations made to address them. Once you arrived at the cafe Subaru relaxed quickly seeing Christa behaving normally.

As always, you were greeted with hugs and excited interrogations as to the going ons of your life since your last visit. Christa had been so kind as to give recommendations based on your individual tastes, having an excellent grasp on the menu. She was also so kind as to bring an album of photos her staff had made of Subaru growing up to allow her to feel more included in his life while locked in that tower.

“Oh my goodness! He looks so cute here, when was this one?”

You pointed to a photo of a roughly 8 year old Subaru sitting on a wooden table licking a spoon covered in some batter. Smudges of the batter were on his cheeks and shirt as a fire was lit in the background. It was a cosy image and something you had seen Subaru do before. Anytime you baked anything he insisted on spoon cleaning duty to ‘make it easier to clean’.

“Ah, one of my ladies in waiting had that painted after she heard me talking about how happy I was during that visit.”

“I love it, Subaru was such a cute kid!”

“I don’t see what's so cute, I’m just stuffing my face there.”

“Oh shish Subaru. She’s right, you were an adorable kid with cute little cheeks.” To emphasise her point she pinched his cheeks while cooing at him. Subaru only scowled in response, but it held no actual malice behind his glare.

While leaving the cafe, after nearly 5 hours of catching up, Christa pulled you aside to give you the picture claiming she had hundreds more. During the drive home Subaru kept looking at you admiring the photo.

“You can always take pictures of me ya now. You don’t need to use a kid photo of me for that.”

“I have photos of you, I just like this one, it's special.”

“You’re such a weird woman.”

“Would you have me any other way?”

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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Moonlit Walk

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Subby Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, masturbation, dirty talk, pillow frottage, unprotected sex, creampie, mommy kink, spanking, Leon whining and begging

Not proofread ✌️ just a thought that wouldn’t leave my brain 🤭

title from Moonlit Walk by Purrple Cat 🐱

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His low moaning wakes you up.

Your parents brought you to some silly retreat for the family; you’re having to share bunk beds with Leon which is hilarious to you but it’s been so busy and the walls so thin that you’ve honestly collapsed into bed each night and passed out.

Now though, you’re wide awake staring at the springs above you as Leon whines and groans, wet noises loud in the quiet as he fucks his fist.

“Oh fuck yes,” he whimpers softly, “unh, fuck, mommy, please. Feels so good.”

You bite your lip as you listen to him jerk off.

“Wanna cum so bad, unh unh,” he whines, then you hear as he spits into his hand, moaning louder when he starts to stroke his cock.

“Yeah mommy want that pussy, want that perfect cunt,” the bed above you creaks as he humps up into the slick tunnel of his hand, “give it to me, give it to me, been such a good boy.”

Slick leaks into your panties as you listen to Leon mutter dirty talk under his breath.

“Noo,” he whimpers, going still in his bunk, “wanna drag it out, mommy, hate edging but fuck it feels so good.”

You quietly ease yourself out of the bottom bunk and step up on the bottom rung of the wooden ladder running up the side. Using Leon’s own noises to mask the slight creaks, you climb up until you can see his form splayed out on the mattress.

“What’re you up to, Leon?” you whisper with a laugh.

He jumps, trying to cover up with the blanket before you pull it away.

“Keep going,” you climb all the way up and lay down next to him, wrapping your leg around his thigh as you nuzzle into his neck.

“Wanna watch you play with that pretty cock,” you press a wet kiss into his neck, watching as his dick twitches and kicks in his hand.

“Fuck,” he gasps, slowly dragging his fist up and down his cock, thumb swiping across the head as he pulls the foreskin down in his strokes.

“Heard you moan for mommy,” you kiss across his neck, “is that who you need right now? Need mommy to make you cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, I do,” he whines, “need mommy so bad.”

“Poor baby,” you simper, kissing him on the shoulder, “I have an idea.”

You raise up and kneel next to his hip, patting his side.

“C’mon kneel for me and face the foot of the bed,” you shift as he moves around until he’s sitting on his haunches, watching you.

Grabbing one of the pillows, you place it in front of him.

“Hump that pillow, show me what a good boy you are,” you murmur.

He whimpers and shoves it between his thighs, widening his legs as he drags his leaky cock all over the soft pillow case.

“Ohh,” he whines, “like this mommy?”

“Sandwich your cock for me a little more, pretty boy,” you run your hands down his chest and tease his pink nipples until he’s bucking his hips like crazy.

“S’good, fuck,” he whispers, eyes watery as they watch you

“Yeah? Like your cute nipples pinched?” you grin as you tug them with your fingers.

“Uh huh,” he grinds his hips harder into the pillow, precum soaking the fabric, “making my cock leak.”

You bite your lip as you softly tease and twist his hard buds until he’s fucking the pillow harder and harder.

“How do you feel, little bro?”

“Want mommy’s pussy,” he pants, hands clasped around the pillow tightly, “wanna fuck my fat cock into your perfect cunt, cum all in you.”

“Keep talking,” your hands scratch a trail down his stomach to his balls, softly squeezing them in your palms.

“Unh, unh, fuck, mommy, please,” his head falls back with a keen, “wanna bury my cock in your fat pussy and cum, fill you up so good, over and over all night. Stay in bed all day and just rut my cock in your sexy fucking pussy until I can’t cum anymore.”

“So dirty,” you giggle as you tease and rub at his balls, “you know we can’t stay in here all day, so you’re just gonna have to cum all over this pillow for me.”

“Mommy,” he whimpers pathetically, “it’s not as nice as your cunt— your wet, tight mommy cunt.”

You shift until you’re pressed against Leon’s side, hands caressing his body softly, teasing across his abs and up his ribs.

“Be a good boy for your big sis,” you kiss his shoulder, hands squeezing his pecs, “and I’ll let you fuck me.”

“Oh thank you, thank you,” he chants, hips flexing as he thrusts into the pillow faster.

“Y’know little brother, I love watching my pretty boy fuck his makeshift fleshlight, like watching as he can’t help but want to cum all over himself,” you whisper against his skin, “so desperate.”

He whines so loud, you pinch his nipples.

“Hush, you’ll get us caught.”

“Ngh, fuck, can’t help it, feels too good,” he snaps his hips forward, making sloppy wet sounds as his cock drags through the sticky strings of precum clinging to the pillow, “just need you so bad, sis. Need my big sister’s pussy or ‘m gonna go crazy.”

You yank the pillow away from him and throw it into the floor. Shoving Leon down on his back, you straddle his lap, grabbing his cock with one hand to drag across the gusset of your drenched panties.

“Pull my panties to the side so I can sit on your fat cock, baby brother,” you coo down at him, watching with dilated eyes as he quickly follows your instruction.

You tap the drippy tip against your swollen clit before dragging it across your slit to press his head inside your slick hole.

“Please, I’ve been such a good boy, please, I’ll do anything,” he begs, blue eyes so needy as they stare up at you.

You slowly sink down on his cock, feeling as he stretches you out to the point you think you can’t take anymore, only to sink down even more. Leon’s hands grab your ass making you whine and grind down until he’s completely buried in your pussy, dick so fat and long it feels like he’s in your throat.

“Spank me, Leon,” you circle your hips without letting his cock pull out, “want you to be rough with me.”

“Y’sure?” his voice sounds wrecked and raspy.

“Mmm yeah, go on, spank me for teasing you earlier,” you bounce a little on his dick making him whimper.

One of his hands comes down with a loud smack, the sting making you clench down hard around his dick.

“Oh fuck yes,” he whines, spanking you even harder making you squeal and hump down on his cock.

He alternates hands as he slaps your ass, getting harder and harder until you fall forward, burying your face against his neck as you constantly whine and moan, pussy walls milking his cock as he fucks up into you.

“Leon, oh fuck, s’too much,” you whimper.

He doesn’t stop or even let up, “You deserve it, teach you a lesson in being such a tease.”

You moan, mouth open and drooling against his chest, grinding down on his cock.

“I do, fuck, give it to me, want you to spank me so good,” you mewl as he grabs your ass with both hands and squeezes, the hot skin sticking to his palms.

“Oh god, so good, yes, yes, ungh,” he sighs, bouncing you harder on his cock, “love my mommy so much, got the best pussy, takes my dick like she’s made for it.”

You moan and raise up to ride him faster, swiveling and grinding down onto his fat dick.

“Mmm yeah, make me take it, make me take that big fucking cock, little brother,” you lean back, placing your hands on his thighs to fuck down on him even faster.

He growls up at you and you feel as he pushes you up and off of his cock making you keen at the loss only for him to shove you down onto your back and plunge back into your soaking wet cunt.

“So good,” he kisses you sloppily, tongue licking into your mouth before pulling away, “gonna cum for you.”

“Do it, fill me up,” you tangle your hands in his hair and yank him back in for another messy kiss.

He grunts as you pull his hair again, hips snapping into your squelching pussy so hard, the bunk shakes.

“Mommy, fuck,” he gasps out, burying his cock deep into your spasming hole and pumping you full of hot cum.

He reaches down and rubs your clit until you clamp down around his dick, your own orgasm making your whole body shudder. His fingers continue to rub and flick your clit until you have to push them away, body shivering from overstimulation.

Slumping down onto your body, Leon kisses your neck.

“Sleepy now.”

You giggle and rub your hands down his back, “Me too.”

You feel his cock pulse and throb inside your walls as they softly milk him.

“Wanna stay like this, keep you plugged up,” he slurs, eyelashes tickling your skin as his eyes droop.

Arousal coils low in your belly but you tamp it down.

“Mmm for a little bit, but then I need to get a shower.”

“Kay,” he nuzzles further into your neck, letting his body weight sink down onto you so you’re pressed snug against the mattress.

His breath evens out as you pet his hair, your own eyes slowly drifting shut.

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jrow · 6 months ago

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May Prompts (19)

Day 18 here. Start from the beginning here. Day 20 here.

Weather

They are talking about the bloody weather.

Sure, he is legitimately thrilled to be outside for the first time in days (even if he is stuck in a wheelchair) and it is unseasonably warm. But still, the weather hardly warrants 10 minutes of conversation. He knows that he and Molly are both avoiding having what might be a slightly uncomfortable conversation. It is so very British.

He sighs and looks at Molly, who is still talking about how Toby loves lying in the sun. Enough is enough.

“Molly,” he interrupts, “do you know if I gave Sherlock his birthday gift? Do you know if he opened it?” There is no point in beating around the bush.

Her shoulders tighten a bit but she lets out a sigh. It’s like she’s both relieved and anxious that they are having this conversation. “You definitely gave it to him. I guess you don’t remember but you were … determined when you went over there that night.” She smiles sadly. “It was about time, if you ask me.”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t remember getting to Baker Street but … yeah, determined is the right word. I remember feeling that.” He closes his eyes. “Sherlock hasn’t said anything.”

Molly scooches down the bench so she’s closer to him. “He hasn’t opened it,” she stage whispers. She looks around the hospital garden as if making sure no one’s listening. “I popped by Baker Street yesterday—Mrs. Hudson let me in. I wasn’t snooping, I swear! Sherlock borrowed a few files from me last week and I needed them back. I didn’t have the heart to ask him to get them so I just did it myself.” She leans closer. “And your gift was still unwrapped on the coffee table.”

He rubs his hand over his face. “Okay, that answers one question. But why hasn’t he mentioned it at least? Even in his recounting of what happened that night?”

“John,” she says, reaching out and touching his leg. “He’s terrified. And, quite frankly, he has other things on his mind.”

“He feels guilty. It’s obvious.”

“Yes. Incredibly obvious.” She chuckles. “He feels guilty about your fall. You know how he can be. Somehow his silly little brain has decided it’s his fault. I suppose he thinks he should have caught you.”

She makes a good point, but he can’t help but worry it’s something else. “It could be about the gift, though. What if he deduced what’s in the box and feels guilty that he doesn’t want the same.”

She looks to the sky and sighs. “Boys,” she says quietly as if to herself before turning her gaze back towards him. “That’s stupid, John,” she says bluntly.

John leans back, a bit offended. “Come on, you know Sherlock can deduce anything.”

“Not about you!” she says, raising her hands in the air. “You’re his blindspot.” She puts her hands down and takes a deep breath. “And do you really think he’d spend time deducing a birthday gift while you were lying in a hospital bed? I saw him that morning, John. He was a mess. Kept it together on all things Rosie but all in all a mess. He’s not feeling guilty because he thinks he needs to let you down easy.”

John feels slightly chastised but also better. Molly isn’t lying about this. She believes what she’s saying. That’s the best he can hope for.

“Thanks, Molly,” he says, leaning forward to put a hand on her shoulder. “For everything.”

“I’m happy to help. I keep offering to do more with Rosie, but Sherlock refuses. At some point I do want to actually see her when she’s awake!”

He laughs. That all sounds about right.

She shrugs. “You know, I’m not sure Sherlock will get it anyways. When he opens the gift, I mean. You are trusting that present to explain quite a lot. Most people would just see it for what it is. A bit extravagant maybe, but that’s it.”

“He’ll take one look and put the pieces together.”

“Blind spot, John. And then you’ll be forced to use your words. Heaven forbid.”

“He’ll know, Molly.” He takes a breath. “I was determined. I am trying to get that determination back. And … I’m not good with words.”

“You two are a pair in that regard.” She shakes her head and then stands up. “Come on, let’s get back.”

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 2 years ago

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A Fresh Start [10]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: mentions of nightmares and past trauma, shooting training

Word Count: 4,634

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Ch. #10: SHOW OFF

Chapter Summary: Cozy wake up calls and blaster fire.

“Your relationship should be a safe haven, not a battlefield. The world is hard enough already.” bliss

It wasn’t your alarm that roused you from sleep but rather a tiny hand patting your cheek repeatedly. You blinked your eyes open and found Grogu sitting on your bed with his hands on your face. Noticing your now open eyes, his entire face brightened. “Ma, Ma, Ma. Skraan, Ma!”

“Mmm no skraan. We’re just gonna go back to sleep. Sound okay to you?” You teased.

“No, Ma. Skraan.” Grogu tugged on your ear trying to make you sit up. With a tired grin, you wrapped your arms around him and tightly pulled him into your chest. Grogu squealed in response. You tickled his sides and his giggling helped energize you. For days now, you had been plagued with a mix of haunting memories and terrible nightmares. It was as if that first night Kurt visited your dreams he had taken root and you couldn’t shake him. “Buir! Help! Buir!”

You chuckled and squeezed him tighter. “You’re mine now, silly. We’re gonna nap all day long.”

“Grogu?” Mando called out. The boy called out for help once more and you could hear the modulated sigh before Mando peered into your room. He was still in his sleep clothes, but you found the simple shirt and sweatpants was really growing on you. It felt odd to see the only bit of besker being his helmet, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved seeing his arms and hands. Mando set his bare hands on his hip as he stayed in the doorway. “I told you to let her sleep, you womp rat.”

“Buir, help!” Grogu called desperately but the laughter drowning his words was downright contagious. You grinned and the smile widened at the sound of Mando’s deep chuckle. “Buir!”

“Call him all you want.” You peppered his head with kisses. “I’m not scared of some Mandalorian.”

Mando crossed the room until he stood at your bedside. He stared down at you, towered over you, and his hoarse modulated voice, though amused, held a tone of challenge. “Not scared of me, huh?”

Your mouth went dry, and you were suddenly very awake. Grogu tried to wiggle away so you readjusted your hold on him and rolled over so you were laying on your back with him on your chest. You swallowed the lump in your throat and kept your voice as steady as you could. “Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ in the word and smirked. “Not even a little.”

Mando chuckled then suddenly threw himself forward. You yelped in alarm, but he caught himself at the last second so instead of landing on top of you he instead hovered above you. His hands boxing you in on either side, and his knee resting on your bed to keep his balance. Heat flooded every inch of your body⏤ had you just spontaneously caught fire? It sure as hell felt that way. You stared wide eyed into the reflective black t-shape of his visor. Slowly, Mando tilted his head, “Not even a little, you say?”

“Uh, I⏤ Admittedly,” You blurted. “You can be…intimidating.” Maker, he was all you could see. You knew he had broad shoulders, had admired them a time or two or hundred, but having him hover over you in this way made it that much more obvious. Clueless to your turmoil, Grogu lifted his hands to try and reach his father⏤ still laughing. “But I’ll have you know, I’m immune to it. I’ll never give in.” Mando leaned down closer, truly boxing you in, and he was close enough that Grogu’s small hands were able to clutch at the collar of his shirt. If you even lifted your head a little, you’d be able to headbutt him. “I, uh… You won’t win, Mando. I’ll never leave this bed, and Grogu is staying with me.”

“Interesting.” Mando hummed.

Unable to find your voice, you just nodded quickly. Mando picked up one of his hands form the bed to carefully untangle Grogu’s hands from his collar. Once free, he sat up and you immediately missed his close presence. Mando kept one knee on your bed.

“Last warning.” He said. “Give in or face the consequences.”

For a second, you pitied every single bounty he had ever chased down. At least here in this scenario it was playful and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that Mando would never hurt you in a million years. To actually have the Mandalorian chasing you down? The thought both terrified and excited you. You were starting to question your sanity.

“Now…” Mando drew his words out, “Do you surrender?”

There were a handful of words and phrases you knew in Mando’a. Partly because it was helpful to know them since Grogu used them so often day to day, but also because you just enjoyed the action of learning. Regardless of the topic. That being said, just a few days ago you had heard Mando tell Grogu ‘Absolutely not’ when the child tried to eat something he shouldn’t.

You tried to bite back a smile and look as serious as possible, “Nu draar.”

Mando took in a sharp breath. It was so faint you nearly missed it. Then, without any preamble, Mando scooped his arms under you and picked you up without even a flinch or sign of struggle. Grogu chirped in excitement, clapping his hands, and you quickly wrapped one arm around Mando’s neck to stabilize yourself.

“Maker!” You said in shock.

“I warned you.”

Grogu was bouncing on your belly so you kept the arm not wrapped around Mando loosely around him to prevent the kid from tumbling over. Mando began to walk out of your room and used his foot to kick the door open further. Mando carried you as if you weighed nothing. You let out a nervous laugh, “How are you⏤ I’m not too heavy?”

“Cyar’ika.” Mando scoffed. “All my armor is pure beskar.”

“I⏤I don’t know what that means. That’s the type of metal it’s made of?”

“Yes.”

“Is beskar heavy?”

“Yes.”

You tilted your head. “How heavy? How much does your armor weigh?”

Mando shrugged and the movement reminded you that your arm was resting on the bare skin at the back of his neck. The sliver of flesh was warm. Anytime you had the opportunity to feel him, Mando was always so warm. “Wearing all my gear, including the jetpack and weapons, I’d say maybe forty-five kilograms?”

“Forty five⏤ What?”

“What?” Mando replied as he hadn’t just admitted to walking around with a hundred pounds of gear on him at all times. You thought about how easily he moved around while in the armor⏤ how quick he could be. Maker, how strong was this man?

Mando walked you into the kitchen then bypassed the island counter to head toward the living room. He carefully set you down on the couch and all you could do was stare up at him in a mix between shock and awe.

“Gar parjir, Buir?” Grogu asked. The only word you recognized was Mando’s title.

“Gar serim.” Mando replied. He held his hands out to the boy, “Vaabir gar copaanir at gaa'tayl ni ve'ganir Ma lor'vram?”

You distinctly heard the word ‘Ma’ in all of that. Was that a similar sounding Mando’a word or had Mando just referred to you as ‘Ma’ just like Grogu does?

“ ‘lek, ‘lek, ‘lek, ‘lek!” Grogu jumped into Mando’s waiting hands.

You opened your mouth to ask questions, but Mando beat you to speaking. He also motioned for you to stay on the couch. “We’ll be back. Grogu wants to get you breakfast.”

“That’s not necessary. You already let me sleep in and⏤”

“It’s your day off, cyar’ika.” Mando chuckled. “Just wait here.”

Grogu held his hand out to you, his face drawn in nothing but seriousness, “Ma stay.”

“Yeah, Ma,” Mando said and your eyes widened at the confirmation of what he must have called your earlier as well, “Stay.”

You leaned back into the couch, sinking in its seats, and Mando and Grogu walk back to the kitchen. The absolute giddy smile on your face could probably be seen from the Inner Rim it was so large. You were glad Mando was focused on whatever he was doing in the kitchen so he wasn’t watching you watching him. If you gave into the temptation, you could sit here and pretend that this was actually your life. Not a nanny with her boss and boss’ child, but a mother with her husband and son. You couldn’t give into that temptation though. It was pathetic to think that way, wasn’t it? Probably. In a poor attempt to distract yourself, your mind decided to think about the bad dream you had been stuck with last night. You flinched and a hand lifted to the scar on your chest.

Maker, you were bad at thinking this morning.

With a huff, you tried to clear your mind and just focused on the movement in the kitchen. Mando was working on something and you could see him allowing Grogu to actually help rather than watch. The moment was so peaceful and calm that you felt your eyes droop. Getting up to wash your face and clean up would probably help keep you awake, but Grogu had looked so cute asking you to stay. A unit of Imps wouldn’t get you off of this couch.

Another minute or so passed then Mando helped Grogu off the counter. He asked something in Mando’a and the little boy called out an affirmative before holding his arms out. Mando carefully handed him a plate. Excitedly, Grogu waddled away from his father with breakfast in hand. Mando lingered in the kitchen, but you kept your gaze on Grogu who walked around the couch until he stood in front of you.

“Ma!” Grogu declared.

You took the plate from him, which was filled with a few different fruits and your favorite bagel toasted. It was your typical go to simple breakfast. “Thank you so much, baby.” Grogu began to step away before turning back around and holding his hand out. You picked up a slice of the fruit you knew he liked and offered it to him. “Here you go.”

“V’ore.” Grogu shoved the fruit in his mouth.

“You already ate your breakfast, womp rat.” Mando lightly scolded as he came into the living room with a mug of something hot. Grogu cackled with laughter and rushed away. “Don’t run with food in your mouth!”

You set the plate on the couch beside you and took the mug of caf that Mando held out. He sat down on the other side of the plate⏤ the picture of casual. You wrapped your hands around the hot mug enjoying the warmth and smell. “Thanks, Mando. You didn’t have to do this.”

“As much as you do for us, it was the least I could do, cyar’ika.”

“I can’t believe I slept through my alarm.” You hummed and took a slow sip.

Mando shrugged. “I… may have stepped in and turned it off.” Your eyes widened in surprise. He sighed. “Sorry. You seem more tired than usual. I thought you could use a little extra sleep, and since I was off today…”

The consideration warmed your heart more than the mug did your hands. You nodded. “Thank you. Really. I appreciate that.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you enjoyed your caf and slowly enjoyed the plate of food Grogu had brought you. The kid had run off to his room, but he was now in the process of dragging his toys from where they were tucked into a chest below his hammock out to the living room to play with.

“Can I ask you something?” Mando cleared his throat.

You chuckled and decided to tease him with his own words. “I thought we were past being timid, Mando.”

“Funny.” Mando replied, but you motioned for him to go on. He shifted where he sat so he faced you more comfortably. “Are you having nightmares again? Reliving bad memories?”

You recalled the question the two of you had in the middle of the night as you cleaned his injury. He didn’t follow up with anything else, and you could feel his heavy gaze on your features. You twisted your lips then focused your eyes on the plate between you. “Yeah. I am. The last few nights have been…kind of rough.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Mando asked.

Your eyes snapped up to him with a small, tired laugh. “It felt silly to bring it up. You might be the big, badass Mandalorian, but you can’t chase my bad dreams away.” As the words left your mouth they felt wrong. It technically wasn’t true. The one night you fell asleep in Mando’s bed with him, you had a dreamless, restful night. “It was dumb. Not worth it.”

“You’re always worth it.” Mando replied softly. Your eyes widened marginally and he coughed once. “I mean, what you’re feeling⏤ If you’re troubled then… then talking about it is worth it. I don’t want you to needlessly suffer.”

You couldn’t hold back the soft, content sigh that left your lips. “I know your secret, you know.”

“My secret?” Mando questioned.

“You’re a big softie under all that hard beskar.” You took another sip of your caf. Grogu had finally settled on the floor with the toys he chose to bring in and you chose to watch him. Still, you could feel Mando’s gaze on you, but you were much too nervous to glance back at him.

Grogu mumbled to himself playfully as he surrounded himself with his stuff. It came as no surprise to you that Mando spoiled the boy rotten. You had seen, first hand, the way Grogu would find something in the market and ask for it until Mando caved. It usually only took a few pleas before he’d buy the toy. At one point, Grogu grabbed him by the cloth of his pants and attempted to drag him off of the couch. Mando let out a sigh, but he didn’t hesitate to scoot off the couch and sit on the floor with his son. Grogu pointed at Mando’s helmet a few times.

Mando shook his head. “Meh gar copaanir Ma olar, enteyor haaranovor troan.”

Grogu glanced at you before nodding with a quick chirp. He went back to playing. Mando more or less just followed along and did everything Grogu motioned for him to do. You continued to eat and slowly finished your caf. Occasionally, Mando would say something else in Mando’a and you clung to every unknown word. Briefly, you wondered if it was the language itself that had a tight grip on your or just Mando speaking it. If you were a betting woman, you’d put credits on the latter.

Regardless of whether or not you’d let your brain play pretend, you knew for certain that you didn’t want to lose this⏤ couldn't lose this. An idea began to take hold and you only thought it over for a few seconds before deciding to follow through. You needed to ask before you lost your nerve.

“Hey, Mando.” You called out. He turned his head to face you. “Do you have any plans for today?”

He paused to think then shook his head. “No. Were you thinking of something?”

“Yeah.” You sat up so your spine straightened rather than curling into the couch cushions. The mug in your hand was empty, but you continued to hold it in your hands. “Can you teach me how to shoot a blaster?”

The absolute last thing Din ever expected you to ask was for him to teach you how to work a blaster. It was so surprising that when it had happened, he had just stared at you in shock for a minute or so. You hadn’t elaborated on the question, didn’t even cutely ramble like you often did, and he hadn’t asked for any clarification. Add the request along with the mysterious scar and her nightmares and it created a picture that concerned Din greatly. Everybody had a past and he was learning yours may have been more violent than he ever would’ve guessed.

Din simply nodded to your request with a nod and rose to get ready. The best place he could take you to practice shooting without worrying about distractions or hitting something⏤ or someone⏤ important was the lava plains. Din didn’t even entertain the idea of bringing Grogu along. He wanted to focus on your lessons, truly teaching you how to shoot, and with his son there his attention would be torn. Half on you, and half on making sure Grogu didn’t wander away and eat something he most definitely shouldn’t.

Luckily, where he planned to set up the makeshift shooting range, they had to pass Peli’s workshop. After dropping him off and promising to be back after a few hours, Din led you out of the city. You had been your usual cheery self throughout the walk, but you grew quiet as stone paths turned to the black, glassed landscape of the lava plains. He wasn’t sure if this was because you were focused on taking in the new surroundings or if you were nervous about the lessons.

“Have you ever fired a blaster before?” Din asked. He set down the duffel bag he had packed and motioned for you to stand by it. He walked about 5 yards out and used a half empty can to paint an ‘X’ on the large boulder. When he returned back to your side, Din realized you hadn’t answered him yet. You shifted foot from foot and shook your head. “Then I assume you haven’t even held one before either?”

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Good assumption.”

He dug through the duffel bag looking for a specific blaster and mumbled an annoyance under his breath. It was moments like this he missed the Razor Crest all the more. Din had been meaning to get a weapons closet in the house, but he kept putting it off. When he found what he was looking for he held it out for you.

“All of my weapons are designed or altered for me.” Din said. “The grip would be too large for you to practice with.” He motioned to the blaster you now admired. “That might be a little bit too small, but it’ll work for today.”

“Why is this one so small?” You asked.

Din took your hands in his and arranged them so you could comfortably and efficiently handle the blaster. He cleared his throat. “It was designed for a child.”

“A child?” Your eyes widened. “Grogu can shoot??”

“Maker, no.” Din laughed at the thought. “He’s a menace enough without having access to a blaster.” You laughed in response, and being able to be the reason why made him preen with pride. He tapped his hand along the barrel. “It was mine. This is the blaster I learned on.” Your amused smile turned to something soft and warm, and Din wished he knew what you were thinking. “Alright. The rules.”

“Always keep the safety on unless I’m using it.” You began to list the basics he had stressed to you on the way here. “Don’t point it at anything I don’t wanna shoot at. Especially people. Uh,” You paused in thought, “My finger shouldn’t be left on the trigger?”

Din nodded. “Right. Keep it here.” He straightened your pointer finger to rest on the blaster above the trigger. “What else?”

“You said something about targets?” You winced sheepishly.

Din chuckled. “I did. Know exactly what your target is, and keep in mind what’s beyond it.” He leveled his voice to convey the seriousness of his next statement. “You have to be sure of yourself. Don’t pull the trigger unless you’re positive that’s the decision you’re making. Once you fire, you can’t take that back, cyar’ika.”

You nodded in understanding, “Got it.”

“Now,” He took a step back and motioned to the boulder, “Aim, don’t fire.”

You held the blaster up in front of you and made simple, rookie errors. Your elbows were locked, feet stood to match your shoulders, and your entire body screamed tension. Din nodded and went to work. As he adjusted your stance he explained each motion. Keep your arms loose, don’t lock your elbows. One foot a step back. You absorbed each bit of information he gave and followed instruction.

“Take a deep breath. Relax.” Din said. You took in a deep breath, but even after letting it out your body remained tense. He set his hands on your shoulders, lightly squeezing them. After a few seconds, he felt your body loosen up and unwind. Satisfied, he motioned to the boulder. “Flip off the safety. Take a few practice shots. I want you to get used to the blowback.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No.” Din shook his head. “The blaster’s too small for that, but it can still startle you if you’re not used to it.”

You nodded and after flipping the safety off he watched you fire a few times. The shots were going wide of the target, but right now Din just wanted you to get a feel for the weapon itself. He watched you intently, and his eyes traced from head to toe. Din was attracted to you⏤ that was no secret. He had seen you strolling through the market chatting with the vendors with a smile so bright it could rival the sun. He had seen you in your pajamas, Grogu in arm, rocking him while whispering a quiet song to him.

Maker, just this morning he had seen you laying under him in bed. A sight that nearly stopped his heart altogether. Din was so sure that moment would remain unchallenged as his absolute favorite way to see you, but this new sight was stiff competition. You, standing with a blaster in hand, focused on a target as you fired shot after shot. Din was obsessed with the idea of you handling a blaster. Weapons were a cornerstone of who he was, but he hadn’t expected it to be a turn on for him. Yet, here he was out in the lava plains with you resisting the urge to pull you in his arms, rip off his helmet, press his lips to yours, taste⏤

“Mando!” Your voice startled him. He shook his head and realized you had stopped firing to stare at him. Din had gotten more lost in his thoughts than he had intended. So much for staying focused on training. “Are you okay?” You lowered your weapon, barrel to the ground. “I asked you a question but you were just staring. Am I doing something wrong?”

“No. I’m sorry, cyar’ika.” Din cleared his throat and drew closer to you. “What did you ask?”

You grinned and motioned to the boulder which had various blackened marks from your firing, but not a single one touched the red ‘X’ he had painted. “I asked, how the kriff do I hit the target?”

Din huffed out a laugh. “For starters,” He tapped above your eyebrow, “Don’t close this eye. Keep them both open.” You nodded. He then pointed to the sight. “Line this indicator with the one at the end of the barrel. Then, before you pull the trigger, blow all the air out of your lungs.”

“Huh?”

Din drew his own blaster and took aim. He took in an exaggerated deep breath and exhaled it loud enough for you to hear. At the end of the breath, he pulled the trigger. You jumped in surprise at the sound. Din’s blaster was more powerful than the small one you were using. Your eyes darted from the blackened ‘X’ then back to him with wide eyes. Amused at your reaction, he glanced at the boulder and fired four more shots that hit the dead center of the ‘X’. From this distance, and being a still target, Din was confident he could hit the ‘X’ with his eyes closed.

You snorted and lightly elbowed him in the side. “Show off.”

Din beamed down at you and didn’t argue otherwise. If there were any other, more complicated, targets out in the lava plains he would’ve gone for that. Din wanted you to be impressed with him. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that⏤ to himself, at least. He’d walk barefoot across the lava plains before he ever let someone like Cara know that. He’d never hear the end of it.

“Come here.” Din holstered his weapon and motioned for you to stand in front of him. He let you place yourself in position first then corrected a few little things. You’d aim, fire a shot, then Din would advise you of a change to make. It only took about five minutes before you hit the target and the way your face brightened in excitement made him chuckle. After that, he spent another thirty minutes or so letting you practice.

You lowered the blaster finally, “Call it a day?”

“Sure.” Din nodded. As much as he loved spending time with you, he still wanted to spend some time with Grogu on his day off as well. He held his hand out for the blaster. Din watched you double check the safety before setting it in his palm.

“Thank you.” You said. Din stood from where he had knelt down to reorganize his bag, then pulled the strap over his shoulder. “I appreciate you taking the time to teach me how to shoot a blaster.” Din nodded and you began to walk beside him as the two of you made good pace back towards the city. A beat of silence passed before you spoke up once more. “I, uh, also appreciate you not asking why I wanted to learn to shoot today.”

Din shrugged. “It’s your business, not mine.”

“I just…” You began but stopped. Din didn’t press and just walked beside you slowly as you worked through whatever thoughts you were having. It wasn’t until the edge of the city was reached when you started talking again. “I thought if I knew how to shoot a blaster I’d feel…safer.”

“Did it work?” Din asked. He frowned at the aspect of you feeling unsafe.

You smiled with a small nod. “Yeah. It did.”

He nodded and you both took a few more steps before his hand shot out to gently wrap around your arm. You turned with eyebrows curiously raised, and Din tried to sort through his words. He let go of your arm and gave you a small nod. “I don’t know why you feel… not safe. I hope it isn’t⏤”

“It’s not you.” You blurted. His shoulders marginally relaxed. You reached out and knocked on the besker covering his chest. “Don’t you remember from this morning? I’m not scared of you.”

Din chuckled. “Right.” Feeling bold, he reached out and cupped the side of your face before he could second guess himself. You didn’t flinch or even tense. Instead, you leaned your face into his palm and Din took in a shuddering breath. He caressed his gloved thumb over your cheekbone then gave a single nod. “Whatever it is, I just want you to know that you’re safe here⏤ safe with me.” Din pushed out every word with as much sincerity as he could muster. He wanted you to know, to understand, that you had no reason to fear anything anymore. “As long as I’m here, nothing, no one, will ever hurt you, cyar’ika. I swear it.”

“I know.” You replied softly.

Din Djarin was wrapped around your finger. If he hadn’t been sure of it before, he sure as hell was now. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you.

mando’a translations

V’ore: thanks /// Cyar’ika: Darling /// Buir: Father ///

Gar parjir, Buir?:

You win, father?

Gar serim:

You’re right

Vaabir gar copaanir at gaa'tayl ni ve'ganir Ma lor'vram?:

Do you want to help me get Ma breakfast?

Meh gar copaanir Ma olar, enteyor haaranovor troan:

If you want Ma here, must hide my face.

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