#also i thought he had more facial hair but ig not

[funky-dealer]

i wanted to draw him once

[xollana]

part 2 of "What if you found one of the BNHA boys cheating on you? (Midoriya)"

sorry it took so long.. i completely forgot and had no motivation to write anything haha, also this switches from 2nd person to 1st... idfk why i did that but oh well read at ur own risk

warnings: cussing, mentions of cheating

fem!reader (i dont think anything really implies the reader is female tho so idk)

Mina Ashido.

As soon as you sat in the Drivers seat of your car, you click "Call" on the pink haired girls contact and waited for a response while starting your vehicle.

A few seconds passed, but then you heard the sweet voice of your best friend.

"Hey Y/n what's up?" Not my mood.

"Uh.."

You paused. Not sure how to tell her what happened in fear she would kill Midoriya for this.

"Could you- could I maybe come over to your place please? If it's okay with you of course." You didn't want to go to Katsuki or Shoto's places, in case the cheater found you there and tried to talk you into forgiving him.. because deep down inside you know you'd let him. (me personally i aint takin this from a guy who was born quirkless but hey y/n is special ig)

"Yeah of course! It's just me and Eijiro playing games right now so just tell me when you're here and I'll walk you in!" You could tell from her tone that she knew something was up, but she didn't want to indulge in it incase you didn't want Kirishima to hear.

"Thank you Mina, see you in a bit."

"See you!"

Click

As you were putting your phone on the dash, in the corner of your eye you saw a half naked Izuku running out of the front door, tears coming running down his face.

why the hell is he crying? He’s not the one who got cheated on.

You scoffed, put your car into drive, and drove away.

You could hear his desperate cries that faded the farther you drove.

don’t feel sorry for him.

don’t feel sorry for him.

don’t feel sorry for him.

don’t. feel. sorry. for. him.

you took a deep breath and turned the radio on to try and block out your thoughts.

As you were humming to the songs that played one after another, you had to do a double take for you to realize you had arrived at Mina’s house.

you took another deep breath, and got out of your car.

Mina was your best friend ever since you two were children. She told you everything, and you told her everything. The two of you were like interlocked zip ties.

Inseparable. You remembered another person you were inseparable with.. but quickly washed him out of your mind as you saw Mina coming out of front door a smile and a jumpy walk as she got closer.

“Hey n/n! Cmon we can talk in my room.”

yeah. She knew something was up.

You took a side glance at Mina and thought to yourself,

how did I get so lucky with a best friend like her?

you smiled to yourself and looked down at the floor as you walked. Letting yourself follow Mina on what seemed like autopilot.

“Oh hey y/n! How’s it going!” Eijiro smiled up at you from his seat on the floor, toothy grin and all.

“Hey Eiji. I'm alright, thanks for asking.” You flashed him a crooked smile as Mina led you guys to her room.

"Alright, well if you guys need anything I'll be watching tv!"

Me and Mina smiled and nodded at him and then stepped into the room. She closed the door and turned to look at me not even three seconds after the door shut.

"What did he do this time?"

"This is why you're best friend. I ain't even have to say nothing for you to know something's up." I let out a light hearted breathy laugh and looked up at Mina from my seat on the bed.

She smiled to herself before responding

"Mhm. All throughout highschool I learned the meanings behind your calls, facial expressions and even tone of voice. Call me weird but I need to know how my girl is at all times!"

My smile grew a bunch more. I mentally prepared myself for like three seconds before just saying it how it was.

"Midoriya cheated on me.. with Uraraka." I stated hesitantly, nervous about how Mina would react.

It was silent for a moment, the silence louder than ever as we stared at each other. I could tell the gears in her mind were shifting quite fast at how her face scrunched up in disgust and realization.

"You gotta be kidding me. I knew something was up with Uraraka! Oh my god I should've told you! I was just so tired that night so I didn't pay much attention to it but oh my god now that you say that it all makes sense!" It seemed like every word she spoke, she spoke the next faster.

"What? Tell me!" I moved over on the bed a little so Mina could sit next to me. Right as she sat down, she started talking.

"Mk, so you remember the party Kaminari and Jirou threw like a couple weeks ago? Anyway, while me and Eiji were walking around we saw them really close to each other on the couch! Which was really weird and we both just assumed they were talking about something random waiting for you to come back from whatever it was you were doing, but then I saw her getting touchy with him! And he wasn't moving away!!!"

"Wha- Huh??? Mina you should've told me sooner!" I wasn't mad at her, but I was a little annoyed she didn't let me know as soon and she saw it.

"I know I was just so out of it! That's not an excuse or anything but I'm still really sorry. If I told you maybe you could have talked to him about it and this wouldn't have happened.."

"Well..." I think about the incident that happened not even 20 minutes ago. "It would have happened anyways.. if we talked about it or not."

"True.. well! Nothin we can do bout it now. I know it's gonna seem a little tough moving on, but you got so many chances to find someone else, or just be free now! You ain't got a man to hold you back now." She stood up with a hand on her hip.

I stood up, after a couple seconds of silence. It stayed like that for a moment, quiet. I looked at her, and brought her into a tight hug.

"Thank you Mina. I'm so happy we met in that class." I wasn't really a cheesy person, but she brought out my personality. (sorry guys idk if that makes sense)

She hugged me back, just as firm.

"Of course. You know.. since you're single and all.. I know someone who's been interested in you for a while now. I wonder how he'll react now that he has an open chance." Her lips upturned into a grin.

"Huh? Who? Mina why didn't you tell me earlier? Who is it? Do I-"

"Slow down. I didn't tell you because you sorta.. have a past with him. I didn't want you knowing and then your man- ex finding out and a fight breakin out. But I guess I'll tell you."

"Oh god. Let me hear it."

I sat down, ready to expect the worst. I was hoping it wasn't Mineta. He's the ONLY one I would absolutely kill if I found out he liked me like that. He finds a lot of women attractive, but if he liked me? Oh I'd kill m-

"Katsuki likes you, silly."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Wha- You're lying. Mina be serious." I shifted my seating position.

"Lorddd... I'm being sooo serious. He told me and Eijiro a couple days after graduation.

My thoughts were racing.. Throughout highschool, Katsuki had been pretty sweet to me. But, whenever I or someone else asked him about it, he would brush it off and say it was just because I was the least annoying person in class. God if only I could slap myself back then.

As if I were apart of a cliche fanfiction or something, my thoughts were interrupted by Minas phone ringing. She looked at me and then at her phone. I couldn't see who the caller was, but I assumed it was important because she answered it right there and put the phone to her ear.

During this pretty short call, her facial expressions changed pretty rapidly. One second she was happy, the next she looked scared. What made me flinch a little was how she put her phone in her pocket abruptly, and rushed me, and eventually Eijiro into her car. She didn't say much for the first few seconds, until she started the car and we asked what the hell she was doing.

"Yeah, You just dragged us out, why? What happened?" Eijiro was putting his seatbelt on and almost flung out the window because of how she started speeding. I'm talking 5 speeding tickets worthy type speeding.

"Katsuki called me while I was with y/n. He sounded so angry and so I asked what happened and he- he had told me Midoriya told him about the situation and oh god Katsuki told me he was gonna kill him. The only other time I've heard him that angry was during the fight with All for One. God knows Midoriya fucked up, but Katsuki will actually slaughter him."

After hearing that, I can proudly say, Katsuki Bakugou.. is my type of man.

(this is our hero academia! ahh)

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A/N

LMFAO that sucked SOOOO bad. bro I posted part 1 like two maybe 3 years ago. and this has been sitting in my drafts since last year omgomgomg I know it was bad but listen part 3 will be better!... you jus might have to wait another year (joke maybe)

but thank u for readingggg I love u!

[skullfacedog]

I accidentally stumbled upon a text document of my old journal thread from a therian forum from when I was a teen and now I'm going thru it bc I'm really curious of the signs I had headmates or repressed memories back then

-so far, I've described myself as "being able to switch personalities easily" and wondering if I was half demon or had a demon headmate all along that I didn't know about because I had multiple sides of me that felt very contradictory. I am hellhoundkin but I feel like a lot of the demonic feels I had as a teen have worn off a lot, especially since my mental health has gotten better.

it's crazy reading these old posts bc I'm like a totally different person now lmao. I rlly said "I have violent urges and it's hard to hold back from hurting ppl just to hear them scream" YOU COULDN'T EVEN HURT A FLY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUTTTT

-another thing that's kinda weird is that I was really obsessed with outer space at some point and mentioned that in my journal and mentioned questioning being stardragonkin but now it's like ?? I mean space is cool but it's nowhere near one of my main interests. I'm more of a fantasy person than a scifi person. naturey shit is wayyyy cooler than stars sorry.

-post about feeling sick for no reason like not having a cold or anything and being unable to eat but I thought it was species dysphoria??

-post complaining that I "don't feel like myself lately". depression or headmate??

-previously talked about feeling hellhound shifts that feel different from normal and kind of having a weird change in mindset. then in this post I mention I have a hellhound headmate named xarashi. that's them!!! that's the hellhound I "shifted" into!! also happy bc I fully forgot their name and it's been killing me that I didn't remember their name and just referred to them as "the hellhound headmate I had as a teenager". I wonder if they're still around but I feel like if I ask I would get an answer just bc I asked, does that make sense?? like I'm afraid my brain is making shit up but also, they were 100% a headmate at one point so it's not crazy to think they could still be there somewhere.

-also mentioned eshari who was a little demon girl headmate I had for a short time who was weirdly malicious. I distinctly remember like having a fight or something triggering me really badly with my internet friend and I just started feeling entirely emotionless and dissociatey and responded to my friend in ways I would not normally. and later I realized that was a headmate and tried talking to her. I genuinely thought she was an evil demon or something but I'm pretty sure she was a persecutor?? girl I'm so sorry I was so fucking dumb. anyway the lore goes that xarashi chased off eshari and kind of replaced her.

-not related to the general post idea here ig I'm just giving a live reaction at this point but I got to the point where I posted about meeting my ex abuser irl when we were dating and I said "I've never been that nervous in my life" "he kept hugging and petting me, it made me a bit uncomfortable bc I'm not used to him, but I liked it!" BITCH YOU ARE LYING TO YOURSELF BECAUSE HE LOVEBOMBED YOU AND YOU SO DESPERATELY WANT TO BE LOVED AND FEEL USEFUL YOU WILL CONVINCE YOURSELF YOU'RE OKAY WITH UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATIONS!!! STOP!!!!!!

literally the next post I made was the announcement of our breakup LMAO

also I still wonder if he reminded me of my CSA abuser bc I was literally IMMEDIATELY wildly uncomfortable when I saw him for the first time irl and I've always kinda been uncomfortable around men with his body type, like kinda big and masculine and with facial hair. I could not date someone who looks like that and I swear it has nothing to do with attractiveness like I'm demiro I do not give a fuck if someone isn't the standard of attraction but I can't date someone too big and masculine bc they scare me?? I'm so thankful my partner is the same height as me and skinny and always shaves. I mean he's cute with facial hair at least, not like overly masculine.

-mentioned always having been closed off to my parents, not telling them that I wished I was a dog (in an otherkin way before I found the community online) or that I "didn't want to go to heaven". why was I such a weird ass kid lmao I remember I wanted to go to hell purely so that I could fight the devil myself and bc "heaven seems boring" ?? why did 7 year old me have like a self sacrifice complex or smth idk like I was OBSESSED with the idea of me going thru pain for other ppl even as a very young child. I have nooo clue if that could be SA related but it is certainly Odd

-mentioned being able to do a really good impression of karkat from homestuck (according to my friends) and wanting to cosplay him. I sorta wondered at the time if I had a karkat headmate bc I could like Become him really easily it was weird. and he has like the complete opposite personality of me.

-mentioned dissociation like. many times throughout the entire journal

that's all but I may do similar posts with some other stuff I can find online from my past bc I need to psychoanalyze myself and search for every little sign that something was Wrong that I didn't notice at the time. the internet being forever is a good thing for me rn because I threw out every single physical journal I had which makes me so sad bc I would've lovedddd to read my old cringey journals, not just to search for trauma signs but also for entertainment purposes </3

[rieamy]

Dear diary, i found someone. He treats me so well, like a princess/ queen in fact. Spoils me, jokes insanely with me. It’s been a month since i know him. What’s more insane is i took my time to fall in love. It’s not at 100% in love yet but it’s increasing daily and tbh it’s more than i could ask for. Contented. Happy. I went lowkey this time, not even posting anything on my close friend list on ig much about this person.

I waited 2 years for Adil to come around. I even wished him last year, April 20. Not even a reply. Not even a thank you. From there i knew it would be a fat hope for him to wish me back. Well, it would be dumb for me to wish him again in 2023. I didn’t wish, obviously. I knew i needed to move on, dated here and there but i was just searching for the love & connection i had w him.

It’s insane bc before im dating the current guy rn, i did went out w this other person. I always thought i was ready for a rs, but when i went on a date w this person, i realise rs is so overwhelming, suffocating and instantly i felt the need to run away. In my mind i told myself, maybe I’m still not ready yet. I should just make friends, go on casual dates etc. About a month plus later, then i went on Muzz and tada, it lead me to my current date hehe.

I kenal him around mid july. Tbh i wanted to cut ties after the first meet up. I felt like he’s way too nice for my liking, too gentlemen & also i dont dig guys w facial hair. Hard to kiss if you know what i mean. Plus ive always preferred dating guys w a bike instead of a car (idk maybe i grew up w a dad that rides sports bike). But i realise he’s nice and i should give him a chance la kan. Mhmm next thing i know I’m going out w him every few days. Well, I don’t want to talk much since it’s still in the early stages. Let me just add on with the fact that I’m a cancer ♋️ and he is an aries ♈️. I really dk how we stand each other. In zodiac, we’re not meant to last 😂. Dk maybe cause im a water sign but i have a lot of air element. Maybe thats why it’s going ok? Well, we will see where this goes.

[portalhan]

👾 playing mario kart with han jisung!

couldn't sleep so i naturally started entertaining my crack delulu thoughts... very long tangent ahead. slight cussing lmao very half assed shitpost but i thought it would be fun (sfw, fluff ig?)

currently thinking about how you and han jisung would play mario kart together. the both of you are super competitive (although jisung is slightly more competitive than you are, but he'll never admit it lol), so your matches are always a huge thing.

he always picks waluigi ("yeah lol u laugh like that," he says. you don't.) and you always pick tanuki mario because he looks like jisung. he very violently denies it – always some variation of "my nose is NOT that huge" or "do i look like i have facial hair to you" or "i'm not even italian" everytime you bring it up. always grand prix and always at the highest speed because again, chronic competitiveness. you both also always spend a shit ton of time on vehicle selection because you need to really analyse which cart or bike gives you the most speed or acceleration – yes, it's THAT serious.

i don't remember which tracks belong to what cup on switch so i'm gonna go out on a limb here lol first up's superbell subway. you kind of eat shit because you keep hitting the bends, although you did maintain first place for a while before jisung pulled the most asshole move and sent a blue shell your way. "fuck you!" you shriek in devastation as poor tanuki mario blows up, but all jisung does is cackle. then it was his turn to fail miserably on wild woods – "why the hell do we have to fly so much! i thought this was about driving!" – he's visibly grumpy by the time this round was concluded. you finished 2nd but he finished in like 8th place because of how many times lapitu had to pick him up. as you waited for the next track to load, you pressed your body against his and gave him an encouraging little peck on his cheek. "one more?" he asks, you giggle. this little shit might be insane over mario kart, but he is still your (loser) baby. you oblige and he starts giggling like a little school girl lol

but the fierce competition resumes the moment the preview for royal raceway shows up on screen. this was a pretty close match, although jisung eventually pulled in ahead of you at the last minute. you were visibly sulking, so even though he kept rubbing it in your face right after, he eventually stopped to console you a little, rubbing circles on your back and pecking you on the forehead. "you drive great you know that baby," he says. preview for the next track begins to show up. "not as great as me though. suck it."

this was it, the final match. it was kind of a tiebreaker, so this would make or break the result. toad harbour shows up and jisung starts to groan. he grumbles something about the stupid bends under his breath. this was when you decided to play a little dirty. you carried on the game as per normal (jisung was only one place ahead of you the whole time), but by the time lap 3 began, you started bombarding him with neck kisses, while trying to maintain ur eye contact on the screen (maybe this wasnt that great of an idea), wrapping your legs around his, getting closer to him and cuddling him almost, as much as you could while playing mario kart anyway.

in very typical jisung fashion he would start screaming. a whole chorus of "what the fuck are you doing!" "stop!" "what the hell i fell off the path???" "this tram needs to get the fuck outta the way!!!!" mixed in with your loud ass laughter (maybe you did sound like waluigi? gross)... it was a whole tapestry. just a wall of noise. this was a sight to behold. in the end you both came in last, although you were 11th.

jisung just scowled throughout the entire award ceremony. neither of u won the trophy obviously but you were petty and loving this. once the round was completely over you propose to play another, but this sore loser was just Sulking. "you cheated, you cheater!" he screamed at you like a little baby. weren't you both adults? jsjdjd

"nooooo i'm sorry. thought it would be funny to mess with you a lil," you coo, before tackling him to the ground and attacking him with proper kisses this time. jisung might be hella stubborn but you were the only one who could break him this fast. "you're lucky i love you so much." "i know. i love you too. sorry baby." he started wrapping his arms around you and kissed you back – oh look, now it's a full on makeout session on the floor while the obnoxious mario kart theme played in the background.

[chil2de]

Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she���s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

[zozophoenixxx]

Serotonin Booster :D 🐉

How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Race to the Edge✨

SEASON 3

Dagur and Hiccup working together.. That's crazy but we love to see it

Also Toothless' facial expressions on ep1 are so good

- and the way Hiccup screamed "I hate you" after Dagur abandoned him was so sad 🥺

- TOOTHLESS TRUSTING DAGUR ENOUGH TO LET HIM RIDE HIM 🥺🥺

I love how Hiccup and Fishlegs always reward their dragon

Cavern Crasher - scavenging mystery class, pushes dragon out of their home and takes over, extremely fast, it's mucus becomes flammable when it hits the air, feeds on the other dragon's eggs, collapses it's skeleton and squeezes through cracks.

Dude I remember when I couldn't watch the Crash Course ep(2) bc I thought it was boring but I've come to appreciate it more. IT'S JUST SO FUNNY! We have the twins being... Well the twins and then we have proud, overprotective Snotlout SINGING TO THE BABY FIREWORMS 🤩

No bro but the way Hookfang and the Fireworm Queen combined their firepower

And the lil Hiccup and Snotlout moment at the end🥺🥺🥺

GOTHI TALKED❗️❕❗️❕

They treated Fishlegs so harshly 🥺 like I get why Hiccup would be mad at him but still like 😞 [ep3 with the night terrors and the lost civilizations ]

- i love how Hiccup felt bad after he treated Fishlegs the way he did

Fishlegs hugs >>>

Snotlout: I'm having Asia Fondue. Something seems oddly familiar

Hiccup: Snotlout, are you trying to say "deja vu"?

Singetail - its first appearance was in ep4, can fire from almost any part of its body -> mouth, tail, & underbelly.

Both Snotlout and Spitelout are trying to prove themselves to Hiccup and Stoick

Even tho ep4 is not one of my favorite eps I really liked how Spitelout and Stoick were ok at the end

BUFFALORD SOLDIER ONE OF MY FAVORITES

- bc of Hiccstrid ofcccc😭🤩

The Scourge of Odin - plague that tore through the Archipelago centuries ago, wiping out entire Viking villages. It moves swiftly, overtaking it's victims in less than 3 moons. Cure: green solution made out of the saliva of a Buffalord

The way both Hiccup and Snotlout seemed so worried🥺

Buffalord - all hunted to extinction during the Scourge's last outbreak, big, has ram- like horns and lives on the plains, extremely strong.

"I can't imagine a world without you in it"

THE WAY HE HOLDS HER🥺 nonono and the way he carries her and lightly touches her shoulder and holds her hand 🥺 I can't -

The way the dragons went crazy was kinda scary

Grimora - rare parasite that attach themselves to dragon and release a toxin that causes them to turn wild.

Stormfly loves bath time

Love how the water looked in this episode 🥺

Not all of them making fun of Fishlegs for having a girlfriend

Heather and Fishlegs 🥺🥰

Why is windshear kinda spoiled..

Hiccup was just kidnapped and Toothless is being forced to fight now

The way Astrid is so smart and gorgeous and beautiful and UGHHHH I love her 🥺

And Hiccup standing up for Toothless even tho he can't really do anything about it :(

OK BUT ASTRID'S EXCITEMENT WHENEVER SHE REALIZED THEY WERE OK AND THE WAY THEY HUG 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Triple Stryke AMAZING DRAGON I LOVE IT SM

I got chills whenever they freed the dragons and whenever they were shooting the ppl that paid for the dragon fights

Do I love them? Yes. Yes, I do.

BBY DEATHSONG IS SO ADORABLE

Tuff comes up with the craziest names, but Ig Garffiljorg the Deathsong has a certain ring to it 😩😶🤩😂

THE DEATHSONG REALLY WENT FOR THE KILL... HE REALLY SHOT CHICKEN AND WAS ALL LIKE 😏😋

CHICKEN PASSED OUT HAHSHABAVVA

HICCUP AND SNOTLOUT AND THE TWINS SINGING OMG

THE 🔥INFERNOOO🔥 OMG YESS and the way he got so excited to start working on it more 🥺

The Quakens feel the vibrations of the Earth and they're extremely strong

FISHLEGS DOING THE HAND THING ON THE QUAKENS

Dagur riding Toothless will never not be funny "why'd you do me like that bud?"

Just found a mistake! In ep11 Hiccup sends Snotlout and Heather out so he can teach Dagur how to ride a dragon without Heather killing him. Then, he has to go to his Hut to get a spare leg and leaves Dagur alone WHERE HE'S FOUND BY THE GANG INCLUDING SNOTLOUT-

Dagur and Fishlegs forming a friendship

Heather crying for Dagur is so heartbreaking dude like she's gone through so much 🥺

Sir Ulgerthorpe is hilarious 🤩

GOBBER JUST FOUND HIS DRAGON OMG YAY I LOVE HIM 😩🥺

Astrid and Heather being extreme badasses👏🏼 we love to see it 😍

In ep12 whenever they get caught Astrid puts her hand on Hiccup's shoulder and Hiccup responds to this by putting his hand on top of hers AND I JUST CANT WITH THESE LIL MOMENTS! and the change in music too🥺

AND JHDHSHAJAHSA TUFFNUT RUNNING AGAINST THE WALL AND RUFF NOT BEING EVEN FAZED but when she realizes she smiles HAHDHHSHAHA

AND THEN HER TELLING HIM TO TRY AGAIN

I love grump (Gobber's new dragon)

Gobber fighting Ryker- iconic

Astrid saving Hiccup and Meatlug saving Toothless🥺 I love them and the way Hiccup looks up at her with his wet hair 😩

Dude it's so like Astrid to not tell whenever she's hurt bro

SHE REALLY WAS LIKE "it just grazed me" when she had to pull the whole arrow out of her leg

Sarcastic Hiccup>>>>>

The fact that the twins can actually be super smart whenever they want to

Astrid is so badass bro like she really caught the darts that were abt to hit her and Hiccup plsss

Mala, Queen Defender of the Wing being voiced by Adelaide Kane reminds me of Reign so much like SHES AMAZING I LOVE HER

Eruptodon - The Great Protector

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hii Bpp !!

I read your post on jimin 💜 and wanted to ask your thoughts on taehyung too ?

I am a baby army from last year stumbling my way into their contents and with there individual ig Accounts I got the impression that tae is very aware of his image ? Kind of like jimin too but like he’s a lot more open and carefree about it ? What are your thoughts on him ??

Thank uuuu !!!

Anon 2: Hi BPP! Could you share some of your thoughts on Tae? He's the member I feel like I understand the least, and get some contradicting? vibes from, so I would love to hear your thoughts on his personality, performance, anything.

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Hi Anon(s),

I had a PSA on my old blog about how I speculate about the members, but for new followers, please note I write all I do about the boys knowing I could be way off base and completely wrong about them, but ultimately, I try to respect them as artists. With that out of the way, here goes:

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Performance and personality were specifically asked for so let's start there. :)

Tae used to get a bit of a bad rep for being weird and a bit alien-like in their earlier years... I mean, didn’t Yoongi at some point say in the beginning Tae was the member he understood the least? So Anon, you're not alone and you're not the only person who gets contradicting vibes from Tae.

He's a very simple guy. I think his fans consider him to be mysterious, reserved, unique and all that but I think Tae is possibly the member who acts most like a typical Korean man in his 20s. I think Taehyung, and to a lesser degree Namjoon, are the most 'Korean guys' in the group i.e. the guys who most act like many Korean men I know. The way he says things, the way he asserts himself... in the West, Tae would be a Chad who idolizes his dad and who spent summer breaks at his grandparents' cottage where he developed a love for jazz. He loves his dad and wants to be like him, said at one point that he wants five kids, he posts thirst traps as though he's aiming to get those five kids as soon as possible.

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Which brings me to anon's point of him being aware of his image. I agree. People might wonder why I say this given he's the guy who seems to care the least about showing facial hair, he often speaks and writes in a deadpan tone and is quick to tell off ARMYs/fans. He also seems to give the least fucks about what the company wants. All of these things are true and I think all of these things are qualities he's meticulously curated into his idol identity. When we add the fact he's the most conventionally handsome guy in the group, and that he's reminded of this as often as in every Bangtan Bomb, one can't blame him for also playing into that.

In terms of positives, something I like about Tae is how casually candid he is - he's not the type to fake it for long. Example: BTS Festa 2016 (timestamp: 21:03 - 25:00)

(The way Joon looks at Tae here gets me every. single. time. He was like "Tsk, this messy mf.")

Jimin stands out. Let's be frank. Festa 2016 was filmed sometime in the spring of 2016, BTS had done their Perfect Man cover with orange-haired Jimin the previous December. It was the '3:33 man in Fire MV' era. BTS were about to begin preparing for Blood, Sweat & Tears and the Wings comeback later that Fall. Jikook were jikooking like crazy in 2016. Jimin was preparing for Lie.

It was 2016 and Jimin stood out. All the members saw it, I think all the members felt it, but Tae was the one who actually voiced it (in an arguably petty/bratty/passive aggressive way but yeah). Btw, the way they all navigated this instance is one of the things that back then made me think they'd go far. But bringing it back to Tae, over the years he's become more refined in his delivery, but he still just says and does what he wants and rarely holds back. They're all a bit like this, but Tae really takes it lol. I like how simple Tae is in that way. He's probably the most predictable person in the Maknae Line.

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Musically, I've come to really appreciate Tae's vocals. They've developed beautifully and I enjoy listening to his verses. His solo music debut is going to be a real force, I'm nearly certain.

On his dancing, I've said before that I think Yoongi is as good a dancer as Tae is, if not better, and that in my opinion Tae seems to do more dancing with his face than his body. I still think all of this is true, but I also think it seems to work for him. He's already a pretty good dancer but because he's a bit ambitious, I think he's preparing to showcase himself in a difficult choreography for his solo releases. Maybe he'll put aside his trademark 'laidback' dancing for something more intense.

We'll see. :)

[wizkiddx]

too early

this is a lil fluffy blurb after the state of his ig stories the other mornings I also realise I am VERY late on this but hey ho

tomhollandxreader

fluff + implied smut

It was simply too early to function. Too early to think. Definitely too early to have any logical thought or attempt any form of comprehensible communication. That’s why when the frankly obnoxious chimes of the default iPhone ringtone reverberated through the previously peaceful room, the reaction of the two inhabitants was delayed to say the least. 

It took at least 2 cycles of the noise for you to be pulled from your deep sleep into a semi-conscious state, at which point as a reflex you just rolled over hoping to muffle out the noise with your head pressed downwards. Yet, the pitch of the ringer was just at that ‘sweet spot’ where it was impossible to even try to drown out - one that physically reverberated through your skull. It made you groan whilst growing a lot more consciously aware of your surroundings - particularly to the deadweight of a boyfriend you were currently trying to hide your face into - his strong chest still proving no match for the incessant alarm noise. Fed up and angry for being disturbed, you unpicked your arm from the weird sleeping position it had somehow ended up in , curled weirdly under your right boob, and then shoved at Tom’s side multiple times - rocking him back and fourth. 

With a sleepy and incomprehensible word falling off his lips, he then jerkily and suddenly craned his neck up - you felt the movement against the top of your head.

“Turn your fucking phone off” Grumbling into his side, you reworked your legs to try and get comfy again - more than ready for him to decline the call and the two of you to go back to bed. Tom was still incredibly confused and disorientated from the haze of sleep, taking him moments for the cogs to start turning as he stretched over to his bedside table and grabbed the vibrating device from hell…. maybe a bit dramatic but you loved your sleep. 

With a mutter ‘shit’ as he winced at the phones brightness, Tom pressed his eyes closed, building up the bravery to face the offensive blue light again. It took a couple of blinks for him to be able to focus on the screen, but when he did his eyebrows furrowed even more at the name and he swiped to unlock the phone - which due to the lack of speed surely was about to ring out. 

“-ello?” The hoarse and croaky sound of his voice reverberating round in his chest had you instantly arching up, looking at him with a puzzled and puffy eyes. You couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but tried to get the drift of the situation purely from reading Tom’s facial expressions in the low light of the bedroom.

“You’re late Holland”

“I’m-I’m late? It’s like-“ Tom cut himself off with a cough to try to clear the morning voice, whilst simultaneously looking over at the bedside to read the clock that said 5:37 am. “It’s 5”

“No it’s 5:40 and we agreed to be at the gym at half past”

Ah. Tom realised. He might’ve forgotten about the fact he agreed to an early morning training session before the morning shoot for Spiderman. 

“Oh shit um I-“

“Overslept? Yeh could tell mate. Just get your ass down here I’m waiting on your fucking door step and it’s fucking freezing”

“Sorry I’ll be right down.”

With that Duffy instantly hung up, the automated tone allowing Tom to throw his head back in sheer desperation. Because he knew he had your pouty eyes to face.

“What the fuck did you do?” Of course, your sleepy eyes were still managing to pierce Tom’s soul as he sighed, feeling your chin lying on his sternum, knowing the disapproving way you were looking at him. 

“I-“ Opening his eyes and trying to soften you up by cupping one of your cheeks with his hand, thumb gently stroking up and down your cheek. “I might’ve forgot I’ve got a PT session.”

“In the middle of the night?” The look in your big y/e/c eyes was so close to making Tom leaving Duffy on the doorstep all morning- instead opt for a blissful start to the day with you cradled in his arms. 

“Before the morning shoot… you go back to sleep love, you won’t even realise I’m gone.” Sighing, Tom lugged himself into a sitting position, forcing you to slide off his body and curl up in the now emptiness of the bed. Honestly, there was nothing Tom would rather do than crawl back up to you and fall asleep in your arms, yet he knew that realistically tomorrow was his day off so that was very soon on the itinerary. Also he just would feel exceptionally crappy if he didn’t get a work out in today, because even if it didn’t feel like it at this very minute, exercise was one of his happy places. You were probably the happiest but the gym made a close second or third place.  But finally and most importantly, he was not getting out of this because his shrt tempered and incredibly bulky PT was waiting impatiently at the doorstep. 

The issue Tom had though was perhaps just how quickly you agreed,  he felt like no sooner had he told you to lie back had you already started to collapse into the pillows. So, after throwing a heather grey top and his simple nike hoodie on he couldn’t help but lean back over the bed to dust your cheek and nose with light kisses. 

“You’re not missing me?” He spoke with a pout, while you groaned slightly, eyes fluttering open. 

“I love you, but …. I love my bed more” Your sleepy grin completely had Tom enchanted, even in the dim light of dawn, he wanted to memorise every little detail of your face. 

“Could the bed have made you cry out its name like I did last night?” The glint of mischief was infuriating, a dirty smirk on his face.  

“Maybe you do have you some uses” Sniggering, you pulled at the tufts of his brown curls at the base of his neck, enjoying the way he leaned further into you at the action. “Anyway you absolutely cannot leave like that.”

“Am I just too sexy in my joggers?” Feeling incredibly self fulfilled, at what he thought was a compliment Tom smiled, leaning back up and starting to edge toward the bedroom door. The small beam of light from the hallway that reached through the door even more illuminating the state of him, as if backlight just to exaggerate his stupid look even further. It had you giggling incessantly, even though you were currently being deprived of sleep, it was all worth it to see the absolute birds nest on top of his scalp - the way his brown curls extended and stretched out in every direction, similar to if he had been fried with electricity. The only possible cause for anyone to have the audacity of their hair doing that, only had a single explanation - and the truth of it had you biting your lips slightly, the memory of last night washing gloriously over you. 

“Nope… you still have sex hair you idiot and I’d prefer for Duffy not to know the intimate details of our Friday nights.”

[snaily-water]

Psychic Attraction [Heisenberg x Reader](18+)

The Interuption

Here’s Chapter 4! Welcome!

Link to Chapter 3-

Here’s the next part! Yes, I quoted part of the scene where Ethan wakes up in the Church, but that’s fiiiiine-

I hope you guys are okay with little smut this chapter, hopefully my writing improved a bit 😅

Anyways, as usual here’s the warning; This is SMUT! Also Vulgar Language ig, Bondage, Interuption? There’s not a lot this chapter-

At the moment, your wrists were restrained by makeshift scrap metal cuffs behind your back, Heisenberg balls deep in you. Your bedroom was filled with sounds of pleasure and skin slapping harshly against skin. His hands would occasionally run through your locks and pull you head back.

Both of your clothes were thrown all over the floor with little care. It’s been a few rounds by now but it seemed like Karl had no intentions of dying down. With your lack of eyesight, everything felt more intense. More sensitive. You could feel how his cock stretched you, how you clenched around him, the feeling of his facial hair against your beck and shoulders from the butterfly kisses he left on you. You were on cloud nine, already having to many orgasms to count. He had his fair share of orgasms, by now there’s most likely be a mess under where your bodies met.

Just as you felt your abdomen tense with another oncoming orgasm, you heard a steady knock at your front door. You murmured something about it between your moans but Karl was trying to ignore it and tried to get you have another electrifying orgasm. The knocking continued, and it threw him off his game. He let out an annoyed grunt as he pulled out from your aching pussy. You were allowed up, and he slid your robe over your shoulders. You tied it on your way to the door, your mess now dripping down your thighs. Throwing the door open you heard a familiar voice speak up to you.

“Mother Miranda has called for a meeting. She’s requesting the service of both lord (L/N) and lord Heisenberg.” The messenger spoke steady, as if not noticing your disheveled appearance. It’s the same messenger that’s always been sent to your small home. You gave a nod in return, “We’ll head that way shortly.”

With that, the messenger had walked away, the sound of their footsteps fading away. You slowly closed the door before turning around, hearing Heisenberg’s heavy boots as they approached you.

“The hell was that about?”

“Mother Miranda is having another meeting. I suppose our time has come to a temporary end, I need assistance getting cleaned up for the meeting.” You words came without a second thought, something that always made Heisenberg crack a slight smirk. “As you wish, my lady.” He said half sarcastically, leading you back towards the back of the house. He had left you sitting on the bed while he opened your wardrobe, deciding he got to choose what you were going to wear.

While he was doing that, you grabbed your brush and started to untangle your hair. Starting at the ends before working your way up. You could hear how he muttered to himself as he tried to come to a decision. It was entertaining in its own way. When he finally made his decision he set the dress over the end of the bed, finding some undergarments for you so he could peel them off later.

“You take as long as a woman to pick put clothes, dog. I’ve been waiting for years.” As you spoke a wide smile had upturned your lips, your tone conveying a playful brattiness.

You could hear him ‘tsk’ before walking over to you. You could hear as he stopped in front of you and kneeled down, his rough calloused hands carefully putting your socks over your feet and pulling them up your calves. His movements were slow, as if he was mesmerizing how your skin felt against his hand. He brought up a washcloth and wiped away the mess that was made, a low growl slipping past at the scent that lingered. Following the socks came your panties, sliding them up your legs, pulling them over your hips while he pulled you to your feet. Your bra came on next, using his powers to clip the back faster.

Next came the dress, it stopped halfway to your calves and delicately hugged your waist. It brought our your shape, fanning out to a loose skirt. It took him a few moments to dress himself while you slipped into your shoes.

Once you were both ready you left the small cabin and made your way to the church. The walk being in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s existence. But as you entered the main room to the church, you felt eyes shift onto the two of you, and Heisenberg didn’t give a single fuck. His arm had rested over your shoulder and brought you a bit closer to his side, leading you to the bench he sat on. Resting his hammer to rest against the wooden arm rail next to you.

While you both sat, there wasn’t any talking. Rather just painful silence. You could feel Alcinia glaring at the two of you, mostly because of the ‘vile man beast’ that had you so close. Moreau and Donna didn’t know what to say, but Angie was just giggling manically to herself. That was, until Miranda arrived. Her presence changed the atmosphere, making it feel heavy as she looked over everyone.

“Ah, good afternoon my children. I came bearing news.” Her voice rang through the room, nobody offering any response besides their attention. “I have found a new vessel for Eva.”

There was a pause, “And I need everyone to be prepared for the upcoming purge. That’s the day the ceremony will be taking place. All of you will have a piece, an important piece.”

You could hear her steps as she walked around the room, stopping in front of each lord for a few moments before moving onto the next.

As she came to a stop in front of you and Heisenberg, you felt a cold square shaped flask be placed in your hands. You could feel the paper that was attached to the front and rubbed your thumb against it. As a vision hit you, you head remained down at the container while your body stiffened.

You could see through the same foreign eyes from before, looking up towards Mother Miranda who simply smiled contently in your direction. You could hear faint flames from behind you, an ongoing engine being cut off suddenly, just as the sound of a baby crying filled your ears.

As you came back from your vision, you felt Heisenberg give your arm a faint squeeze. It seemed nobody besides him noticed you fall into another vision, something you were quite glad for. You could hear Mother Miranda’s footsteps going up the small set of stairs towards the altar.

“I expect all of you to keep a tight hold on the flasks. Without them, the ceremony will fail, and I will be very displeased.”

Her words echoed through your head as you gripped the flask a bit tighter in your hands. Something just didn’t feel right with how this was being handled. There was a faint commotion that came from the elevator, which made everyone pause and look to Mother Miranda. She sent for Heisenberg to check it out, his arm leaving your shoulders as he got up and went to check it out.

You were left sitting there, thoughts racing in your mind at a mile a minute. Heisenberg was gone for a while, Angie was left picking on Moreau. You could smell the smoke from the pipe Alcinia always smoked from, the smell being mostly floral with just a hint of tobacco. You just sat there rubbing the paper stuck to the flask.

The sound of metal being dragged echoed from the entrance of the large church, something heavy was being pulled. Heisenberg let out a grunt as he dropped the end of the chain, using his hammer to force it deep into the cement flooring. Using his powers to cast aside the extra metal that clung to the body.

Angie was the first to erupt in excitement, her wooden feet scampering to see who was dragged in. You didn’t bother to ask any questions as Heisenberg took his place beside you. Mother Miranda started on about what should be done with the man, for everyone to make an argument as to why they should get to keep him. Everyone got a chance to speak, Angie and Moreau approaching the man after making their cases, Alcinia got to speak up last.

“The man is of no real use to anyone else. And my daughters do so love ... entertaining foreigners.” After she spoke you could hear the rattling of chains as they started to move.

“Furthermore, I can assure you that if you entrust the mortal to House Dimitrescu my daughters and I shall deliver to you the finest cups of his slaughtered blood.”

As she finished up her sentence you could hear Angie telling Moreau to move out of the way so she could see him. Heisenberg’s voice boomed through the room.

“Both of you, shut the fuck up!”

As his words settled, Angie’s wooden feet tapped against the floor in excitement. “He’s awa-ake!” She spoke in a sing-song voice while floating back over to Donna.

“You mean so you can screw around with him in private, where’s the fun in that??” Heisenberg argued, simply wanting Ethan for entertainment for everyone. “Give him to me and I’ll put on a show that everybody can enjoy.”

Alcinia and Heisenberg continued bickering, Alcinia arguing that he suffers anyway but Heisenberg wanted entertainment. Mother Miranda spoke up after they finished their petty argument.

“I have heard everyone’s arguments, some of you more persuasive than others, but I’ve made my decision.” Her voice made the room quiet, besides the faint clinking of the chains. Your head turned in the direction out of reflex, but you couldn’t see anything.

“Heisenberg, the man’s fate is in your hands.” The decision made Alcinia stand in protest. She attempted to persuade Mother Miranda into changing her mind but it didn’t work. The sound of Alcinia’s heels approaching the area the man was echoed the stone church.

“Give him to me and I will be sure he is ready.”

You could feel the energy shift, Heisenberg bringing his hammer back to hand before he spoke. “Shut your fucking hole, and don’t be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else!”

You simply listened as they continued to argue, Alcinia continuously calling Heisenberg a child while he stood his ground. Angie’s voice could be heard in the background egging on the chance of a fight.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this..?” You heard a raspy foreign voice ask. It seemed familiar, almost, but you couldn’t quite place it.

“(Y/N).” Mother Miranda’s voice broke you from your short thought. “Use your sight and let me know how this will turn out.”

Cautiously, you set the flask beside you before standing to your feet. You approached the man, stopping a few inches in front of him before trying to reach straight in front of you. You heard the chain being ripped from the ground, and the sound of strained grunts as the man was forced to his feet. You tried reaching out again, coming into contact with a recently shaved face. The feeling was unfamiliar, your brows furrowing for a moment before a vision hit you.

You were seeing through the man’s eyes, he was being chases down a tunnel with his wrists chained, it changed to him entering the Dimitrescu castle. Seeing the towering cielings and decorated walls. It then changed to the inside of a wooden manor, dolls sitting over every surface, to the sight of a flooded town. Finally, a big factory, the slight glimpse of some kind of weapon in his hands. You couldn’t tell what was happening, but reality faded back in.

You found yourself gripping the face of this poor man, inhaling breaths greedily as you tried to calm yourself back into your own reality. It was a revaluation to see all of that through his eyes, and you could tell his intentions had a deep meaning.

“My dear, what did you see?” Miranda’s voice pulled you from your racing thoughts, slowly removing your hands from his face before turning to face towards Miranda and starting for your seat.

“I didn’t see him getting very far. He had died in the tunnels, and Lycans had started to maul at his corpse.”

You fabricated a lie, since you could barely fathom what you bad seen. You could hear the man behind you yank on his restraints. “I’m not leaving until I get Rose ba-“ His sentence was cut short by Heisenberg yanking the chains forward and grabbing them. “Let’s see what you’re made of, Ethan Winters. Get ready!”

Heisenberg sounded excited as he pulled back his hammer. “No! Wait-“ The man’s voice followed, but was confused as over half the chain was smashed off. The sound of weights dropping around you and growling signified the Lycans dropping down. Karl started to count down, and you could hear the man scamper to his feet and head for the tunnels as fast as he could.

Now, you were uncomfortable with how the meeting was going. The tunnels was something that made you feel sickly. You looked to Miranda, keeping your voice calm.

“May I be excused now, Mother Miranda?”

You were given permission, you grabbed the flask you were given and made your way out without Karl. Someone had to run the show in the tunnels. But now you just wanted to go home and try to forget about the mess that happened.

Knowing he would survive was one thing, but what would happen if he tampered with the ceremony or the Purge? You weren’t ready to deal with that just yet. You needed to figure out what you saw. And that’s what you were going to do.

[kikis-writing-world]

The Reason

The Reason

Summary: You can’t sleep as you near Moff Gideon’s ship, but neither can Din. He wants to tell you about what happened on Morak.

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Rating/Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 15!!!! Other than the spoilers, it’s all fluff and no editing lol. But seriously, if you’re avoiding finding out what happens in Season 2, Episode 7 / Chapter 15 of The Mandalorian, don’t read this yet. It takes place after, and there’s talk of what happened during the episode.

A/N: It seems like every freaking week I watch the episode and tell myself “don’t write something. Everyone will be writing something, you don’t need to add in your silly fic too.” (Not to say I don’t enjoy reading them, but I just always feel like I won’t be adding anything new.) Well, this week I said fuck it and cranked this little ditty out this morning after the new episode. I hope y’all like it.

Edit: Follow-up drabble here

You sat silently beside Din as the ship - not the Razor Crest that had become your home over the past months, but Boba Fett’s ship Slave I - travelled through space. If the coordinates were right, you were heading into what was sure to be a hard-fought battle but it would be worth it. It was all to get Grogu back.

You willed yourself not to cry as you thought of the little green child you’d come to think of as your own. What he must be feeling right now. Alone and scared while they did unthinkable experiments to him. You’d cried several times since he’d been taken from your care, sick with worry over him. You were sick of crying. Soon would be the time for action, for getting him back.

Fennec and Dune were both sleeping on the opposite side of the bay. You tried to sleep, knowing you’d need your wits about you when you reached Moff Gideon’s ship, but sleep wouldn’t come. Sleep was hard to come by lately.

A whisper to your left surprised you. The low, modulated voice speaking your name. You had thought he was also asleep, reserving his strength for the battle to come. You should have known he’d be struggling to sleep too.

He nodded his head to the side as he unbuckled the harness keeping him secure in the seat. You nodded as you unbuckled your own and followed him to the darkened corner of the hold. You waited for him to sit in the corner, knowing he liked to have his back secured and a view of the room. Instead, he gently led you into the corner and sat with his back to the others. You were too surprised to ask, you followed his lead and slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

He hadn’t said much of what happened on Morak, but you hadn’t been expecting him to. You’d learned long ago he wasn’t one for unnecessary chatter. There were times he tried, for you and the kid, helping to fill the silences as time passed on the ship. Hearing him strain, pushing the boundaries of his usual comforts to ease the minds of you and his foundling, was one of the ways he snuck into your heart.

It wasn’t easy loving The Mandalorian. He was so used to being alone, both physically alone and having few people to trust. It took a while, but you earned that trust. You knew you had. You also knew he cared about you in his own special way. He would take your hand in his larger gloved hand to avoid losing you in a crowd. His hand would squeeze yours when you were visibly anxious. A hand on your shoulder, your back, or your hip as he passed you in tight quarters. Leaning his forehead against yours anytime the two of you parted.

To most these fleeting moments wouldn’t look like much, but you knew the stoic Mandalorian didn’t give these touches lightly. That his keldabe kiss was just as precious as any lip-to-lip contact.

You didn’t fully understand his creed. He answered questions when you asked, but a lot of it didn’t make sense to you, an outsider. Even so, you never pushed him to break it or put him in a position that made him feel like the creed was in danger.

“I know you’re worried,” his voice was quiet. The crackling of the modulator even more prominent as it tried to broadcast his hushed tone. “We’ll get him back.”

“I know.” You nodded, looking down at your crossed legs. If anyone could rescue Grogu, it was the man sitting across from you.

That large gloved hand entered your vision, resting lightly on your knee. A small smile broke through your worry at the man’s attempt at comfort. You placed your hand over his, feeling the warmth of him through the smooth leather.

“I-” He started to speak before stopping himself. While it wasn’t unusual for him to search for his words, he usually did so before starting to speak. By the time he spoke, he was confident and sure in what he had to say. That short, clipped syllable caught your attention in how different it was. He was trying to tell you something, but still wasn’t sure how.

“What is it?” You gently prompted, squeezing his hand with your own.

“On Morak…” He sighed.

“What happened on Morak?” You asked after a beat.

“I did what had to be done.”

His answer confused you. You knew that already of course, but it also sounded like he was trying to convince himself as well as you.

“I know that. You got the coordinates. We’re going to find the kid because of you and Mayfield.” You smiled at him, praising him for the success. It was easy to overlook the triumph when it was just a stepping stone to a much larger problem.

“I had to…” He looked away from you as he once again searched for the words. Your smile dropped a fraction with his unease. “I had to take off the helmet.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting him to reveal, but it hadn’t been that. You knew that he had taken the helmet off months ago, but that had been a life or death situation. No one had been around, just the IG droid who had treated his wounds and saved him. This was a mining refinery full of people. Full of imps.

“Are you okay?” You asked, moving your hand from where it was resting on top of his so you could grip his hand fully. “What happened?”

“I-I had to.” He stuttered. “The terminal had to scan my face to get the coordinates.”

“Mando,” you didn’t dare speak his name - something he had shared with you in confidence - with others around. “Are you okay?”

He nodded once. Relief filled your body. You foremost worry had been for him, and how he would have felt to have broken his life-long creed. You supposed with the explosions, anyone who would have seen his face was likely dead. Unless Mayfield had seen him.

His hand slipped from yours as he brought both of his hands up to the sides of his helmet. He started pushing it up and your eyes widened as a sliver of skin was revealed. You surged forward, covering his hands in your own to stop him.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to. To show you.” He explained. His voice came in this awkward mix of his natural timber through the bottom of his helmet and the modulator still trying to pick up his voice. You could see his chin move as he spoke. Your heart was racing. It was the most you’d ever seen of his face.

“You don’t have to.” You told him firmly.

“I think… I think there are reasons to keep it on, and reasons to take it off.” He spoke slowly, like it was something he had been thinking about. You thought of the Mandalorians on Trask who claimed the creed was outdated. You thought of Boba Fett in the cockpit, who wore his newly-polished armor with the pride of a mandalorian despite being without it for years. Thought about him revealing his face for the information needed to save his foundling.

“I want to show you my face.” He told you, his voice unwavering. It was the surety, the confidence you had grown used to from him. “I want to show who I am to the one I love.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his admission. You knew it in your heart, but he’d never said the words aloud to you before. You bit your lip as you felt the tears welling in your eyes again, this time from happiness instead of grief and worry.

“Okay.” You breathed, barely able to find your voice.

With your hands still on his, he lifted the helmet, revealing his face inch by inch. You held your breath as he was slowly revealed to you.

The scruff covering his jaw. His plush lips. The mustache over his mouth. His aquiline nose. His deep brown eyes. His shaggy dark brown hair. He set his helmet in his lap as your eyes scanned his face.

Wow.

You hadn’t realized you had said that out loud until his eyebrows furrowed. That was new. You were used to guessing his emotions through his body language, his tone of voice. Now you had facial expressions to read. He was waiting for your reaction and you hadn’t given him much to go by.

“You’re gorgeous.” You told him. It was the only way you could think to describe the ridiculously handsome man sitting in front of you. You were almost mad at him for hiding his face away for this long.

His lips quirked up in a lopsided grin, a single dimple appearing in his cheek. Maker, you thought he’d already taken your breath away and then this-

“Come here.” He ordered. His natural voice was deep. Rich. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Huh?” Your brain wasn’t processing. It was in some kind of overloaded state. Din’s face. Din’s voice. Din’s beautiful brown eyes that you could simply drown in.

His hand was on your cheek, pulling you into him. You gasped, holding your breath as his lips brushed against yours. You had dreamed of this, but not a single one of those dreams lived up to the real thing.

He was hesitant, clumsy even as he kissed you. His lips were chapped against your own, the stubble on his cheeks tickling your skin. He smelt of sweat and blaster fire, of fresh air and leather. Maker, you could melt into the floor of the ship never to be seen again and you would have been happy with the life you had lived.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips. You felt him smile in response.

You brought your hand up to his cheek. Feeling the lines of his face with your hand, you trailed your hand to his hair. It was damp with sweat but so soft. It felt amazing between your fingers.

“Where’s Mando?” A voice across the bay shocked both of you, the two of you shooting away from each other as if you’d been burned. You felt like a teenager who had been caught making out by your parents. You looked over Din’s shoulder as he pulled the helmet back into place - his strategic placement of the two of you making sense now. Not only did he not want them to see his face, but he trusted you to have his back. That thought made your heart speed up even more than it already was.

You saw Fennec shaking Cara awake. Luckily she hadn’t looked in this direction yet. Had Cara woken first, she likely would have seen the two of you.

“Sorry, we’re over here.” You admitted, trying to calm the heat in your face. It was dim in the hold, hopefully they couldn’t tell. “We were talking, didn’t want to wake you.”

“You should be sleeping.” Fennec told you,  leveling you with a gaze that truly did make you feel like you’d been caught doing something wrong by a parent.

“I should be sleeping.” Cara grumbled, cranky for having been woken up for no reason.

“Come on. We’re all gonna need to be at our best.” Fennec said, ignoring Cara.

“She’s right.” Din admitted, standing up and offering you his hand. You took it, letting him help you to stand. “Let’s try to get some sleep, cyar'ika.”

Tagging: @wickedfrsgrl​ @din-damn-djarin​ @thisisthe-wayson​ @insideafictionaluniverse​

[kiyoomeii]

strawberry shortcake / f!reader x l lawliet / wc: 1.5k

lake scene, knee deep in the stars / this simple season is all ours, yeah / “simple season” by hippo campus

a/n: for the past four days i’ve only been thinking about soft!l lawliet and how much i want to lay in his lap someone pls pay my bail from simp jail  also! ayy first one shot ig??

cw: the use of the word ‘shit’ three times, kissing, very self indulgent, no editing just grammarly lol

Today will be one of the few times you two have gone out together since L is meticulous about keeping his identity private, and you’re grateful for the change of scenery. Instead of being cooped up in his hotel of the week, you’re out wandering a botanical garden in Tokyo. Of course, Watari made all the arrangements for the park to be conveniently closed to the public that day, but still, it’s the thought that counts.

In your left hand is a wicker basket filled with food, and your right pinky looped around L’s left pinky. As you walk through the garden, the fresh smell of flowers fills your noses and the sunshine filters through the cumulus clouds, causing droplets of sweat to collect on your back.

With anyone else, such extended periods of silence would be uncomfortable, but with L, it feels like home.

You feel a tug of resistance on your pinky and turn back to see L engrossed in a flowering tree. “What’s that?” You join him in inspecting the tree, clutching his dangling arm tight to yours and resting your head on his hunched shoulders.

“It’s a Magnolia Stellata, or Star Magnolia. I’m surprised they’re still in bloom right now.” L makes no effort to explain himself, instead opting to put a finger to his lip.

“Because…?” With your head still on his shoulder, you look up at him expectantly. He often makes statements like that without explaining himself since he assumes that everyone else knows what he’s talking about. It used to bother you when you first met, but you’ve learned that it’s just because his mind is moving a hundred miles a minute. Now, you just ask him to elaborate, and it surprisingly doesn’t bother him. When other people ask him questions that he thinks are blatantly obvious, he grows annoyed but masks it in his voice by scrunching the toes of his left foot. But with you, he never does that. Instead, he’s patient and kind. You can see it in his eyes.

“Because they are particularly susceptible to frost damage and we had a handful of very cold days this March,” he answers coolly. Where he stores this knowledge about flowers native to Tokyo despite him being from England, you will never know, but you’re thankful for the information regardless.

“Oh, I see. Thank you," you sigh. Together, you stand marveling at the light pink flowers and feeling the breeze on your backs, which causes L’s hair to sweep over your face. He quickly brushes it away for you with his free hand.

“And don’t worry, y/n, it’s not wilting; the petals are just wavy like that.” He gently tugs his arm away from you to signal that he’d like to move on, and once you release him, he takes your hand in his and leads you through the garden.

It has taken L a while to become comfortable with you enough to initiate contact first, but you’re glad that he can now. When you first began dating, things were uncomfortably stiff. You have the habit of word vomiting any time there’s too long of a pause, and L has a habit of withdrawing into his thoughts, so the first few months of dating was just a lot of you oversharing and him just listening.

You didn’t actually think he was paying attention until one day you mentioned how as a child you carried around a stuffed animal, which you affectionately named Ollie the Otter, and lost it on holiday in the US with your family. Within just three days, he bought you the exact same version of your beloved childhood stuffie. You had long since grown out of your stuffed animal phase but were touched nonetheless that he put in the effort to find you the toy, proving that he cares about you in his own way.

Ollie Jr. now sits on L's bed, always tucked under his comforter as if it’s sleeping. Sometimes, though, when L is up late at night doing work, he will wedge the otter between his knees that are pulled up to his chest and rest his chin on it so that he can smell the traces of your perfume on it. He would never admit to it, but you’ve silently watched him work many times before to know that it wasn’t just a one-time occasion.

“Would you like to stop here, y/n?” L gestures to a patch of manicured grass under the shade of a cherry blossom tree.

“Sure. Will you help me lay out the blanket?” You untangle your fingers from him to open the picnic basket you have been carrying. Truthfully, you were relieved that he wanted to stop because the basket had become increasingly heavier throughout your walk. L nods and waits for you to give him an edge of the beige checkered linen blanket so that you can place it down on the grass. As soon as it’s laid out, L splays himself out on it and watches you unpack the food.

His mouth is nearly frothing at the sweets that you place at the edge of the blanket. “I know, I brought your favorite: strawberry shortcake,” you pause to look back at him with his mouth slightly agape. “But you gotta wait until everything’s ready.” Suddenly aware of himself,  L obediently closes his mouth.

At last, you sit across from L with a plate for you to share. L’s eyes grow wide as he reaches for a piece of cake until you swat it away. “Hey,” you coo in a sing-songy voice, “not so fast….” You take the fork out of his hand and cut off a small piece of cake as you feel L’s jet black eyes intensely study your movements. Silently, you lift the fork up towards L’s mouth. “Open,” you say sweetly, waiting for him to comply, which he does quickly. With a smile, you gently feed the cake to L and watch as he closes his eyes in bliss.

One part of L is telling him to be alarmed at the obvious loss of control he’s experiencing, but the other is telling him to relax and allow you to take control of the situation. As he quickly calculates the outcomes of each choice, he realizes that you’ll probably get your way anyway and that it’s no use to object. “’S it good, L?” He opens his eyes to see you watching him intently and nods. “Good, I’m glad. Now gimme a bite, will you?” A sly smile spreads across your face as you pass the other fork to him and wait for him to give you a piece.

The two of you pass some time taking bites of cake, feeding each other strawberries, and talking about random things—from the way L doesn’t like the way the grass pokes his skin to how you’re excited to finally be done with university in a few weeks. Finally, you lie down beside him and situate your head on his chest while his lean fingers languidly massage your scalp. Your breathing quickly syncs together and your chests rise and fall like waves lapping the shore.

“I’m glad we got to go out today. Thank you, y/n.” L picks up your hand resting on your belly and gives it a quick kiss. L had been working on a particularly difficult case for the past few months, which had just wrapped up, so the two of you hadn’t been able to see each other much lately.

“You’re welcome,” you rolled over onto your stomach to face L. “And thank you too. I know how hard it is for you to go into public, but I’m glad to know that you’d do it for me.” You watch as a quick smile paints L’s face, and at that moment, you feel your heart bursting with affection towards him.

“Of course I would, y/n, and I’d do it again, too.” His normally ivory-colored face flushed with color, causing him to turn away from you out of embarrassment.

“L?” He senses you staring at him and slowly meets your gaze again.

“Yes?” His onyx eyes catch yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” he replies, not skipping a beat. You smile as you pepper a few kisses on his jawline towards his lips and when finally your lips meet, he presses into you more firmly than you expected. His technique is a little sloppy, but you know he’s trying. When he’s like this, trying to show you his affection instead of explaining it, he’s like a puppy who wants your attention, and who are you to refuse?

“L, I—" you say in between passionate kisses, “love you.” He immediately pulls away from you to study your facial expression. Oh shit oh shit oh shit maybe this wasn’t a good time I shouldn’t have—

“I love you, too.” He responds quickly, pulling you into another series of needy kisses.

With the whole park empty, you don’t have to hide your affection for each other, and oh, how you wish it could be like this all the time.

[cherryobx]

I should’ve seen the pain//Drew Starkey x reader

requested?: yessss “Can you do something about your first fight with Drew? I wanna know what he'd be like in a fight/argument cuz he just seems so baby and soft and I can't see him get angry, but then he's so the type to forget about it and comfort you when he sees he's made you cry. Also think he would let you go to bed angry with each other. Could you maybe turn this into a fic or something please?”

A/N: i wrote it a tiny bit differently that the request but i hope you still like it

summary: your first argument/fight with Drew

warnings: angst, a few curse words, grammar mistakes probably, my bad writing ig idk

WC: 1075

(NOT MY GIF, CREDS TO THE OWNER!!!)

You knew what you got yourself into when you started dating Drew Starkey. You knew the risks and all the ups and downs of it. And you also knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

One of the problems was that Drew’s work schedule was inconsistent and it made it hard for you and Drew to find the time to spend some time together. Sometimes you felt like he was prioritizing his career over you. 

Of course, you were proud of him and where he was now, but he focused so much on his work that he barely had time for you.

And it upset you. He left early in the morning even before you woke up and came home late at night when you were already asleep.

You were the type of person that kept all of their problems to themselves. You didn’t like to talk about your feelings that much because you felt like you were annoying everyone around you.

Yet again, you found yourself alone at home, sitting on the couch, a random tv-show playing on tv. You didn’t pay much attention to it though. Your mind and thoughts were elsewhere.

You missed Drew. So much. It was one of those nights where you needed him the most. Honestly, you weren’t feeling that great. All the stress from your own work was building upon you and you just wanted to be between the arms of the man you loved the most.

You left him a few text messages, not bothering to call. He wouldn’t have answered.

You sat on the couch for hours until your eyes just couldn’t stay open anymore.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of the front door opening and closing. You weren’t sure if Drew had just arrived home or gone to work. Looking at the alarm clock next to your bed, it was almost 8 a.m. You had to be at work in an hour.

So you got out of bed and got dressed for the day. You brushed your teeth, made your hair look presentable, and put on some light makeup to cover up the dark circles around your eyes from the lack of sleep.

When you were done getting ready you made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast for yourself.

“Hey, darling!” Drew greeted you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You didn’t say anything back to him and continued making your breakfast.

“I got your messages. You want to talk about it?” 

You shook your head. “Not anymore.”

“Are you sure?” he asked again. You knew he was worried about you but it was a bit too late now.

“If you don’t mind, I’m running late for work. Please let go of me.” Hearing you say these last words to him, broke his heart. He just wanted to help.

He let go of you and took a step back to give you some space.

“Have I done something wrong?”

You turned around to look at him dead in the eye. “Have you, Drew?”

“Please just tell me, so I can fix this.”

“Tell you what? That I barely get to see you anymore? That I have to go to sleep alone every fucking night? That I don’t know anything about your whereabouts? That I’ve been feeling like shit recently and you haven’t been there for me? Huh? Is that what you want to hear? I feel like we’re not even in a relationship anymore. And it’s breaking me, Drew.”

“I know that I’m barely home but what do you expect me to do? Quit my job? Y/N, you know it isn’t that easy.” He slammed his hand on the kitchen table, making you flinch. 

His facial expressions softened when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. “Y/n-” He tried to come closer to you and hug you put you toom a step back.

“I don’t want you to quit your job. Maybe come home earlier sometimes or take a day off. I’m just asking you to be here for me when I need you.”

And with that, you rushed past him.

The whole day at work you couldn’t get your mind off of the argument you had in the morning. It was eating you alive. It was your first argument with Drew.

The words that were said that morning were tearing you apart.

Arriving at home in the evening, you were surprised to see Drew there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, dropping your purse onto the couch.

“Can’t I be in my own house anymore?” he asked sarcastically.

You crossed your arms on your chest. “You know what I meant.”

“I came home early today. Just like you asked me to. You should be happy.”

You scoffed. “I should be happy? Are you fucking mental? Screw this, I’m leaving.”

Picking your purse off the couch and turning around, you started making your way back towards the front door.

But Drew wasn’t going to let you leave. He was faster than you, so he ran in front of you and stood in front of the door.

“Get out of my way, please.”

“No.”

“Drew,” you said in a warning tone.

“I’m not letting you leave. I want to fix this. Fix us.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“No.”

You started hitting him in the chest with your fists, but he didn’t even move an inch.

That’s when you broke down again and started sobbing uncontrollably. Drew wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him. You cried into his chest, making the front of his shirt wet.

“I can’t take this anymore,” you sobbed.

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I should’ve been home more. I should’ve seen the pain that you were in. The pain that I was causing. I can’t express to you how sorry I am.”

“I’m sorry too. For saying all those things in the morning. I should’ve just not said anything.”

“No, don’t be sorry. This is all entirely my fault. I’m sorry for causing all of this.”

He placed a small kiss on top of your head and pulled you even closer to him if it was possible.

“We should both take a few days off. What do you think?” he asked.

You moved your head a bit so you could look him in the eyes and give him a small smile.

“I’d love that.”

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[g0reoz]

uhhH Beyblade for the fandom ask game

The first character I first fell in love with: ken midori!! i still love pretty much everything about this character (/p ofc), and he (along with daina) was one of the main reasons i stuck with the show early on. he had a really interesting character arc and i’m like 99% sure Middle School Me cried when he left. still can’t believe they pretty much completely got rid of him after season 1 was over, tho, smh my head ://

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: ruwei was Just Some Guy until i got a few more episodes in and realized his facial expressions and mannerisms are super similar to someone i know irl (who also happens to be a shortish violent individual with long braided hair and a bias towards birds n the color blue). now he’s more than just some guy. he’s the SAME flavor of just some guy as one of my oldest and closest friends :)

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: idk? i like a lot of the characters in some way or another. i don’t like lui as much as a lot of other people, though i don’t hate him either. and a lot of the protags (except drum) were Not Really My Faves ig.

The character I love that everyone else hates: bro idek who‘s super hated that i Also Like. who do you people even collectively agree to hate aside from like ashtem

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: i am neither a coward nor a fool. i have a list of faves that i continually add to.

The character I want to be like: listen. i think this happened subconsciously, but my fashion sense nowadays is basically what would happen if you put shuu and xhaka’s wardrobes in the same closet. i have to blame beyburst for every outfit and color scheme i have ever thrown together so i don’t have to live knowing it was a choice made free of outside influence 💔😔🤙

The character I’d slap: yugo nansui (derogatory (affectionate)). i want to fight him in a parking lot but that parking lot has to be in front of a cafe so i can take him there afterward. the duality of mankind.

A pairing that I love: i literally have not shipped anything since like 2016, and even then, i had no concrete pairings. it was more of a “haha what if this happened? let’s give it some thought *moves on immediately after*” so i don’t really think i’m well equipped to answer this lol

A pairing that I despise: shuvalt. i do not care for shuvalt at all and have never really seen that being something that works out. this is coming from my experience as That Guy Everyone Talks To When They Have Relationship Issues And, Later, Need Someone To Talk Them Through Their Breakup.

anyways yeah that‘s about it! thanks for the ask lol

[messyyythoughts]

intel gathering, a bad batch meeting you preference

30.08.2021 - I had to rewrite this due to a bug, it's back up now and all finished! :) summary: an idea on how the bad batch met you (this will be one of many lol) during the Clone Wars, and subsequently recruited you, feedback much appreciated! warnings: light descriptions of sex work (dancing, flirting, striptease), men being men ig ._. nothing crazy, enjoy my loves!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The Clone Wars. It hadn’t affected your little world very much at all really. You had the and routine that you’d had for years now. Wake up sometime in the afternoon, do your little daytime jobs, get ready for work later in the evening, arrive at work for the night and get down to business. You were a dancer, see, at a club in the less respectable part of Coruscant. The city-wide planet. You hadn’t been born here but you had to admit you loved it. It had an air of importance no matter who you were. Even the scummiest characters felt as if they played a part in the daily workings of Coruscant.

Even you played a part. A bigger one than someone may think at first.

You had a little secret, a hidden talent, if you will. You had a remarkable mind that allowed you to pick up on minuscule bits of information and piece it together to make a whole picture. All you needed was one look at someone and you could tell where they were born, how old they were, what they did for a living. You were like a master of people watching. Some may call it lying, or overthinking. The truth is you just knew how to be observant where others weren’t.

This skill of yours made for great fun when new prospective clients wandered into the club and you needed to figure out if they were any good. Were they going to pose a threat to you and the other dancers? Did they have enough disposable income to be paying the dancers after they’d done their work? You could garner all of this from a single look, a few seconds of eye contact. Sometimes the dancers made little competitions backstage in the dressing room on how quickly you could suss out the clientele for the night. You usually beat their estimations every time.

So, when five rather unusual clones strolled into the club one night, straight past the burly bouncers and into a VIP booth right in front of the main stage, the dancers came rushing to get you. At first, you didn’t entirely believe them, you had to be honest, the sound of five clones just waltzing in was a bit far fetched. The Clone Wars hadn’t touched your little bubble, why had it decided to pop it now? Curiouser and curiouser you became, eventually finishing your makeup for the night and getting into your outfit for the night. You were due on stage in a few minutes and needed a plan.

You sent one dancer to inform the DJ of your arrival and queue up your song of choice as another dancer helped you shimmy into a floor length flattering evening gown with elbow-length gloves to match. You were already dusted in body glitter to make you shine under the spotlights, all you needed was a smile and a wink and you were ready to go. You positioned yourself on stage as the other dancers prepared your entrance. A heavy velvet curtain was currently obscuring the crowd’s view of the main stage, allowing you to be perfectly revealed to them in spectacular fashion. Once the other dancers had given you the go ahead, the DJ began playing your song and the curtain fell away.

Once the crowd realised it was you, applause thundered across the club, men and women alike coming to watch your infamous show. The music was bumping across the club, drowning out any conversation and obscuring any that weren’t meant to be heard. There were movable steps at the front of the stage that you delicately descended, once you were clear of them, two dancers swooped in and removed the steps. Not that anyone saw it as they were all entirely transfixed on you. It was just you, the music and those five clones sat in that VIP booth that you had so swiftly avoided after coming down from the stage.

With practised elegance you walked across the floor, body in time with the music, sometimes lip-syncing the lyrics for a bit of fun. You chose tables at random and paid delicate amounts of attention to the people sitting there. One table held a group of younger men who clearly had the money to spend an entire evening with you, their suits were from a tailor in the more respectable parts of Coruscant, and they smelled of expensive cologne. You were familiar with the scents coming from them. You grew bored of them and decided to taunt a lone woman at a single table. The spotlight followed you diligently. The woman was excited at having your attention and flashed you a dazzling smile. Still, you needed to get closer to the five clones who had been following you across the floor with their eyes since you appeared.

As the song came to a close, you found your way across to them. You did one last twirl as you undid your evening gown, but in those few seconds where you faced the VIP booth, you had a closer look at the clones. The one on the very left seemed to stand out the most to you. If you saw him walking in the street you’d pin him as a strange one. His skin was a sickly pale colour, maybe he had recently recovered from an illness, he had no hair on his head. His eyebrows were brown, full and strong. His facial bone structure was very pronounced. His eyes were a light hazel, very beautiful to gaze at, you decided. He had little metal parts in his head, they glimmered in the spotlight, that’s how you’d noticed them.

‘Odd’, you thought, but then you caught sight of something beneath the table. A prosthetic arm. It made sense to you now, and as you made a millisecond of eye contact you realised that this clone was embarrassed by your attention. So, you moved it onto someone else. The next clone you laid eyes on was a timid looking creature. He had goggles over his eyes and an odd haircut, he was more awkward than uncomfortable. His hair was a soft brown colour, his eyebrows shared this colour but were less strong than the previous clone’s had been. They shared the same hazel eyes, however. He seemed completely uninterested in the entire situation and was tapping away quite contently on a datapad in his hands. Fair enough, not everyone was as sex-crazed as some could be, but he'd still chosen to accompany his group here... so maybe he was interested. His armour was also more white in comparison to the black and grey armour of his companions.

But, the clone in the middle? Oh, he was interested alright. 'Hungry for more' might describe the look in his (also) hazel eyes. Speaking of his eyes, you surmised that they probably scoured at people a lot even as they roved up and down your body, practically mesmerised by the dress. But his face told another story. A crosshair tattoo adorned one eye and a toothpick rolled between his teeth as he took you in. He had grey hair, which caught your attention. His eyebrows did not share the same colour, they were the same as his companions’. You guessed that if he could get up and leave his companions to get to know you, he would, but his own arrogance was stopping him.

Similar to this clone, the one next to him was showing a keen interest in you, his posture was entirely relaxed. One arm was slung over the back of the booth and his mouth smirked at you as you studied him. If you had to guess, you'd say he really didn't mind being here in the slightest, in fact, he was probably enjoying it the most. You'd bet credits he suggested going here tonight. His hair was a darker brown, it suited him, and his eyebrows were straighter, less harshly shaped. His eyes were hazel too, if not a bit more on the green side. Half of his face was covered in a black skull tattoo, and by the Maker did he look good with it. A red bandana kept his hair out of his face, clearly a well-loved accessory by this clone by the look of the fabric.

Finally, on the opposite end of the booth sat a rather physically impressive clone. He rivalled the bulkiest bouncer that worked at the club by far, and could barely fit in the booth, hence his position on the end. He had a scar on one side of his face that seemed to have resulted in his right eye being a different colour to his left. He shared the hazel eyes of his companions. His eyebrows were the unruliest by far but you wouldn’t have them any other way. It seemed like it suited him. The dumbfounded look in his eyes but open posture told you that he was happy to be here but unsure of what was supposed to happen. You were sure that underneath that armour he was just as muscly and able to snap the next guy that you looked at in half. He had no hair on his head, maybe due to that scar...

It had been mere seconds since you had approached the booth and you had your information, already mid-spin and undoing the dress for your grand finale on stage. With that, you winked at no clone in particular and covertly signalled the DJ to play another song so you could continue the ruse of being a dancer who was doing their job.

You picked your way back to the stage and made a show of getting up there in your tight evening gown and eventually received ‘help’ from two prepositioned dancers. They joined you in helping you ‘undress’ much to the amusement of the crowd. Finally, they left you and you undressed, finally giving the crowd what they had waited for. The other dancers watched on in awe from the wings as you captivated the club again with another performance of lip-syncing and acting. You did one last song in the newly revealed outfit that was daringly revealing but also very flattering and sensational before the curtain rose from its place on the floor and hid you from view. Whooping and whistling and clapping erupted from the club and you smiled devilishly at the awaiting dancers in the wings. “Well,” You began, walking over to them, “I think we’ve got some troublemakers on our hands.”

As you entered the dressing room the dancers that were available gathered around you to hear the information. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "So they're clones, right?" One young dancer with recently cut hair asked. They were perched beside you on the vanity, listening intently. "They are, but they're different, they don't behave like other clones." You were getting ready to go home for the remainder of the night, the club getting less and less populated as the night went on. "Strange," Another dancer added, "they seemed to be acting like any other man to me." Agreement rose from the dressing-room and you chuckled. "That's why I am the intel gatherer, not you lot." Another wave of agreement went around the room and you all found yourselves laughing. Only you could garner so much information from a couple seconds of visual contact. As the night got later and the club closed, some dancers departed and others were still packing up. It had been only a few minutes since you stopped discussing the clones when you sensed someone lingering, and whistled to silence the dressing-room. A whistle from you meant utter silence and everything stopped. You caught movement from the hallway that made you silently slip off of the vanity, you grabbed your self-defence keychain that was on the table. Only in a robe and heels, still dusted with glitter, you entered the hallway and found the five clones waiting there. How the bouncers hadn't thrown them out yet, you weren't sure. Another whistle from you alerted the dancers that the situation had been resolved and you heard the chatter start up again. Your self-defence keychain still remained in your hand and you met eyes with the clone who had the red bandana and the skull tattoo over one half of his face. Just like you'd told the other dancers. "Can I help you?" You asked with a hint of warning in your voice. You'd had to fight off plenty of strange people walking home after work before, and you'd lived to tell the tale so far. "You're the woman who came over to our table earlier?" Bandana asked, his voice rough as gravel. "I am." You replied with arms crossed over your chest. "You were only there for a few seconds, but it proved enough to tell the entire dressing-room about us and our jobs. That's rather impressive." Goggles spoke, the datapad now nowhere to be seen. "We like to gossip." You replied with caution. They knew something, didn't they? "You're also an informer for the Jedi Council about matters to do with the war, aren't you?" Skull face said slowly, as if revealing a great secret, probably because he was. Your lips couldn't help but transform into a tight smile as the words were spoken. So, they knew about you, they were here tonight for a reason. An interesting development, to say the least. "What if I was?" You challenged, leaning against the wall. "We would benefit greatly from someone with your skillset, I've done the calculations and-" Goggles was cut off by the tall, lean and moody one. He'd had a toothpick in his mouth earlier. "Speak for yourself, Tech," He drawled, "we work just fine on our own." You suppressed an amused smile at the sniper's comment and let the others talk. "We're offering you a place with us to help the war effort on behalf of the Republic," The pale one offered, "so what do you think?" Your eyes scanned them all again and you found yourself truly torn between the decision before you. Leave the club and the family you'd found for the war which you really had no idea about the state of? It would mean you were more than just a dancer with a knack for entertaining. You'd be fighting and working for the Republic, actually doing something with your life other than being an object to a load of sad men. "Sleep on it, make arrangements or not, we leave here in three days, you can either come with us or stay here." Bandana declared before all five of them filed out of the club's back exit and said no more. You loosened the grip on your keychain and returned to an almost empty dressing-room. You searched underneath your vanity with a

hand and found a listening bug underneath, you stared at it for a moment and found yourself leaning towards the offer to join the clones. You had three days to decide, so you crushed the listening device under your heel and finished packing your things up. You had a lot of thinking to do. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. messyyythoughts © 2021 do not translate without my permission, give credit if you repost, support always welcomed <3

[fanfoolishness]

Primary Directives (The Mandalorian)

(IG-11 discovers similarities between itself and the Mandalorian.  Mainly based on the episodes The Mandalorian, The Reckoning and the Redemption.  IG-11, Din Djarin, and Kuiil. 2020 words, canon-typical violence, Din!whump.)

***

It was a droid.  It had always known this, as surely as it had always known the ways of battle and weaponry, as it had known the ways to terminate over six hundred and forty-three organic species.  IG-11 knew what it had been manufactured for, and that knowledge was as certain as code and metal and electricity.

Still, though, there were surprises.  Such as the Mandalorian —

[Mandalorians: most commonly human but may hail of any race.  Exceptional warriors operating within a strict honor-based code, plated in beskar armor protecting vulnerable body systems: cardiovascular system, cranium, spine.  Beskar armor repels blaster fire, adjust angle of bolts fired to avoid secondary damage due to ricochet.  Weapons may include wrist-fired whipcords, small ballistics, flamethrowers, or missiles in addition to standard issue blaster pistols and rifles.  Kill points include jugular vein, brachial arteries, lungs —]

Despite this knowledge, IG-11 was not invulnerable.  The Mandalorian fired a blaster into IG-11’s central processing unit and all awareness ceased.

***

Systems rewired, reprogrammed, new knowledge, new directives.  Protect and nurse.  Defending became the new priority instead of attacking.  The work of the Ugnaught’s hands laid new tracts within its circuitry, paths that were worn deeper with the passage of time and every subsequent use. 

The old knowledge of vulnerabilities and weaknesses of organics melded with information on how to ease the suffering of these creatures.  There was also new information regarding the understanding of what suffering meant.  This knowledge was assimilated, and IG-11’s study of protection and nurturing began.  

It took time, as did all things worth knowing.  Fragments of prior memory were still accessible: it could still visualize clearly the manufacturer’s killing fields littered with the droids whose programming had not fully taken hold.  IG-11 had navigated those killing fields successfully, a ready and willing deliverer of death, and had emerged a formidable and fatal machine.  It did not mourn the units that did not succeed.  It knew only what it had been made for, and it knew that it would be successful.

Until it failed.  

The Mandalorian ended its previous existence and claimed the bounty for his own, and IG-11 was left for scrap.

Now IG-11 trained with the Ugnaught Kuiil on the muddy world of Arvala-7, and it found success in movements made for building, in carrying tea that nourished the Ugnaught, in protecting the small forms of life that skittered and scurried through the mudflats of their shared housing unit.  The old programming made a scaffold for the new, a web that built its way throughout IG-11’s surface awareness and sublevel routines, and it strove to fulfill its purpose as ever it had.

***

IG-11 stood over the fallen Kuiil.  It regarded the Ugnaught’s prone form, analyzing the absence of breath, the pallor of flesh, the stillness of form.  Kuiil and IG-11 had been united in their purpose to protect the Child, to defend, to nurse.  Now IG-11 stood alone, its sensors identifying molecules of smoke and burnt organic flesh carried on the harsh Nevarran wind.

It would fulfill its master’s work.  The death would not be without use.  IG-11’s purpose did not waver, and it broke into a run over the dried lava fields, leaving its master behind.

The Ugnaught’s hands had been steady and true. 

***

IG-11 succeeded, as its programming had assured it that it would.  The Child nestled against IG-11’s metallic form, letting out squeals the droid analyzed as filled with delight.  They traveled on a stolen 74-Z Imperial speeder bike as IG-11’s targeting software focused on stormtrooper after stormtrooper.

IG-11’s aim was steady and true.

***

IG-11 and the Child rejoined the Mandalorian and the humans, though the Mandalorian appeared to have been injured.  They hid from overwhelming numbers of Imperial troops as IG-11 monitored the situation for ways to protect the Child.

It did as the humans requested.  The male human requested assistance with ascertaining a route of escape as he imbibed alcohol to dull his senses.  IG-11 worked as instructed, even when the environment was temporarily compromised by the attack of a Flametrooper.  

[Imperial enemy.  Flamethrower does not project temperatures higher than 300 degrees, a level of heat that is tolerated by all IG units but is fatal to multiple organic species. Standard stormtrooper weaknesses apply.] 

Strangely, the threat was removed by the Child, a sentient creature IG-11 lacked all data for.  The Child weakened after mounting its defense.  It would still require protection.

The threat neutralized, the female human requested IG-11 bring the body of the dying Mandalorian to them.  IG-11 gave its assurance to the woman, then gave the Child to her.  She had no levels of inebriation, and protocol dictated that the Child be placed with a guardian most likely to assure its survival.  The man and woman fled the smoke-filled shelter with the weakened Child, descending into the sewer system.

IG-11 then turned its attention to the Mandalorian.

It watched the Mandalorian’s breathing.  His chest rose and fell, the breath strained, labored, then absent.  Breath, breath, apnea.  The cycle repeated.  This abnormal pattern of respiration suggested a severe head injury.  Perhaps that was why the Mandalorian had so resisted the female human’s offers to render aid.  

Instructions of kill points and nursing directives, which intertwined at countless points, were accessed.  [Brain trauma: results in altered consciousness, delirium, obtundation.  May be fatal.]

“Do it,” rasped the Mandalorian.

“Do what?” IG-11 asked.  It could not comply with the Mandalorian’s orders if the directive was unknown.

“Just get it over with,” the Mandalorian said.  

Analysis was performed.  [Fluctuating timbre of the voice.  Abnormal breathing pattern persists.  Severe pain is present.]

“I’d rather you kill me than some Imp,” the Mandalorian continued.  IG-11 noted trembling in the body, particularly the hands.  Ah.  Perhaps the Mandalorian expected revenge for the previous shot fired into IG-11’s central processing unit, and the obliteration of its old directives.  Such a thought was foolish, but then again, the Mandalorian had been injured and could be trapped in aberrant thinking patterns.

“I told you, I am no longer a hunter,” stated IG-11.  It attempted to modulate its voice to be perceived as more friendly and less threatening.  “I am a nurse droid.”

“IGs are all hunters,” said the Mandalorian stubbornly.

“Not this one,” IG-11 corrected.  “I was reprogrammed.  I need to remove your helmet if I am to save you.”  The injury could not be successfully evaluated or repaired without doing so.

IG-11 reached to remove the Mandalorian’s helmet, and instinctively the Mandalorian raised a blaster in his shaking hand.

“Try it and I’ll kill you,” the Mandalorian threatened, his chest heaving.  

IG-11 regarded the Mandalorian in puzzlement.  All prior programming had suggested that an injured creature would do anything to accept aid.  It paused.

“It is… forbidden,” the Mandalorian gasped, desperation tingeing his voice.  “No living thing has seen me without my helmet since I… I swore the Creed.”

IG-11 understood the issue, then.  It was a problem of programming.  The Mandalorian could not deny his prime directive any more readily than IG-11 could.  Perhaps there was a logical means of resolution.

“I am not a living thing,” said IG-11 gently.  It extended its arm to touch the helmet.  The blaster shook in the Mandalorian’s hand, but did not fire.  IG-11 lifted the helmet, breaking its seal, and removed it from the head of the Mandalorian.

The Mandalorian was human, as IG-11 had expected from the sound of his voice and the patterns of movement displayed by his body in battle.  The droid experienced no emotion at the sight of the man’s face, but it studied it so as to better understand the extent of the injuries.  

Blood trickled from the left nostril into the man’s patchy facial hair.  A laceration arced across the bridge of the nose.  Anisocoria was visible in the man’s brown eyes, a negative prognostic indicator.  One that, in his previous programming, would have been a sign of impending success, especially when combined with the quantity of blood and sweat matting the man’s hair.  Yet IG-11 felt no sense of completion at the man’s injured state.  Death was no longer its objective.

Yet death threatened all the same.  The threat was underscored by the frantic hyperventilation that had begun with the removal of the helmet, though the droid was uncertain if this was due to physical stimuli or due to emotional agitation.  It ran a standard analysis on the Mandalorian’s expressions to determine the answer.

[Fear is detected in the shifts of the eyebrows and widening of the palpebral fissures.  Distress and anxiety are exhibited in the frozen gaze and half-open mouth, a common response to threat in this species. Pain is seen in persistent shivering and recoiling.]

IG-11 activated the bacta unit the Ugnaught had installed on its arm, propelling a standard dose of 2.8mg/m2 onto the injured region.  The Mandalorian stared at the droid, gaze still frozen, either confused or obtunded.  The blaster wavered in his hand, then slowly lowered.

“This is a bacta spray.  It will heal you in a matter of hours,” said IG-11.  It attempted a joke; the jokes had always worked on the Ugnaught.  “You have damaged your central processing unit.”  Surely the Mandalorian would see the humor in the reversal of their situations.

The Mandalorian stared dazedly, eyes struggling to focus as the bacta spray took hold.  The lines that creased his face, indicating pain, began to ease slightly.  He raised his eyebrows, mouth dropping further open.  “You mean my brain?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“That was a joke,” said IG-11 warmly.  “It is meant to put you at ease.”

The Mandalorian attempted a noise that with further analysis IG-11 determined to be a laugh.

“You are beginning to feel a reduction in pain and impairment,” said IG-11.  “You are recognizing humor.”

The Mandalorian grimaced.  “If you say so,” he said, closing his eyes.  His mouth made a thin, hard line, but his breathing eased, beginning to settle into a pattern more consistent with normal health.  He breathed deeply, but then coughed, a loud rattling sound caused by the smoke.  Perhaps the Mandalorian’s helmet contained filters that would reduce the effects of smoke inhalation.

As IG-11 identified the problem, it felt the Mandalorian’s hand brush against its arm.  “Please,” the man muttered.  “My helmet -- You did what you needed, right?  I -- I need it -- the Imps are still out there --”

“Of course,” said IG-11.  Swiftly it raised its arm, carefully lowering the helmet back over the man’s head and face.  The Mandalorian reached up clumsily with both hands, fingertips slipping and scrabbling on the smooth beskar as he tried to pull the helmet down.  IG-11 aided him, guiding the helmet over his face until it felt the click of the seal reconnecting.  

“Thank you,” the Mandalorian exhaled, his breathing pattern finally reverting to normal.

“Can you stand?” IG-11 queried.  “The Imperial forces will likely investigate this area soon.  The bacta should continue to work as more time elapses.”

The man gave a weak nod.  “I think I can stand.”  He gripped IG-11’s hand and was pulled to his feet, where he wavered.  IG-11 draped the Mandalorian’s arm over its shoulders.

“I will assist you,” said IG-11.  

“Why?” the Mandalorian asked, leaning heavily against it as they carefully descended into the sewer after the others.  “Why are you helping me?”

“Because you are a protector, as I am,” said IG-11, leading the injured man through the darkened tunnels.  “Kuiil taught me to nurse and protect those that cannot defend themselves.  You have done the same for the Child, though you faced far superior forces and the threat of death.  Working together, we have a greater chance to fulfill our directive.  To protect the Child.  Do you understand?”

The man was quiet, and for a moment, IG-11 only heard the man’s breaths, sharp and full of effort as they made their way forward into the depths. At last the Mandalorian spoke, and when he did, the voice was heavy, shaded with many human emotions.

[Relief, surprise, gratitude.  Understanding.]

“This is the Way,” he said softly, and the words echoed, ringing, in the dark.