#and an excuse to keep me out from chatting with folks and he gets to be like degen in there when im at work

[sensitivedead]

feeling the need to listen to step on me by the cardigans and drive

[97keanu]

Premise: Kick-Ass stumbles into your room while escaping a scuffle one night and you just had to make him yours.

Tags/CW: Bimbo/Mean Girl!Reader, Subby!Dave (until he’s not :3c ), Rich girl!Reader, p in v, oral (M + F Receiving), Voyeurism, Mask stays ON!, lots of smut little of plot, dirty talk.

Words: 5.5k

Out of all the open windows in New York, how did Dave get as lucky as to pick yours to jump into?

You fall into your plush pink bed with a pout. You can’t believe you’re grounded on a Friday night, and the sounds of people bustling around on the streets of New York below didn’t help to make you feel better. You look around your room, designer furniture drenched in pinks, creams, and white taunting you like a gilded cage. Tortured, you throw a hand over your face, rolling over in bed to grab your iPod touch that features an endless scroll of all your friends having much more fun on social media.

You glance out your window, the sparkling sky line of the upper east side of New York glittering with fun that you’ve been disallowed from taking part in. It’s open just slightly, letting in the cool late September air into your bedroom. You groan as another text from your besties comes in showing just what you’re missing, a video of them walking down near your street and laughing together.

“We’re like right outside, you should just sneak out.” One sends, tempting you.

You think about it, how easy it would be to just climb out of your window and down the fire escape and try to make it back home before anyone would notice, but you know how many more Friday nights you would miss if you got caught.

You’re just about to text them back about just how miserable you are, and that you can’t risk it tonight, when a new video pops up in the chat.

You’re ready to tell them to stop teasing you with a good time and that you already feel like a prisoner in your own home when you notice that the video takes on a different tone than the last one.

You watch as the pedestrians behind your friends start a commotion, someone in the crowd trying to push through. You hear a polite, yet urgent voice as you get a better look at just who is causing such a stir.

“Sorry! Sorry! Excuse me, folks, coming through!” The man appears to be masked, a green and yellow body suit covering anything identifying.

He moves around your friends and begins to crawl up a familiar looking fire escape.

“Holy shit, is that Kick-Ass?” One of your friends in the video yells before the scene becomes a blur and the video ends.

Kick-Ass? That vigilante everyone’s been posting about?

You barely have time to think much more to yourself as you hear the sound of foot steps pounding up the rusty metal outside your window. You pull back from the bed, almost letting out a half scream as a pair of green gloved fingers slide in the gap in your window. The figure slides it open further before launching his body inside your room with a crash, taking most of the assortment of trivial things off your nearby desk.

“Oh my god!” You clutch your iPod, barely registering that there’s a man in your room and you only have on a pair of panties and a PINK baby tee on. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, I’m sorry,” Kick-Ass looks around your room in disbelief, his bright blue eyes and his pouty plump lips the only parts exposed by his mask. “I just, REALLY needed to get away from those guys!”

He tries to catch his breath, panting for a second before looking over at you and your scantily dressed form.

“Oh, geez, I um,” His soft voice wheezes out in embarrassment for the situation, not able to find any words to make this any better.

”You were?” You raise a perfectly plucked brow, folding your arms over your chest.

“I um,” He tries to find any way that makes him look like less of a perv, but he knows that it’s pretty much useless.

Your iPod keeps Ping!-ing, and finally after giving the stranger in your room one final stare down, you peek at just who’s bothering you.

“OMG he like totally crawled in your window!”

“Like wtf are you guys going to do in there???”

“I know what I’D be doing if Kick-Ass was in MY room.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jessica ur like such a slut.”

“Well, he IS kind of hot.”

“Well, there’s no way he actually went into HER room, it had to be someone else’s…”

A smile twists onto your pretty glossy lips, and you glance up at this supposed crime fighter named “Kick-Ass” before taking a few steps towards him.

“So,” You say, the nervous energy clearly written on his face, despite the mask. “You’re telling me you’re the Kick-Ass guy they’ve all been talking about.”

“Um,” His voice catches, then he clears his throat. “Y-yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“And I would be like, so totally cool for getting to meet you?” You take another step closer, your bare, manicured toes sinking into your plush white carpet with each step.

“M-maybe, I don’t really…” His voice trails off as you continue closer, hands extending to touch gently on his chest over the superhero suit. “…Know…”

“Mhm…” You look up at him, batting those long lashes of yours at him while drawing a circle with one finger over his heart. “I think it’s only fair I get something out of this since you so rudely barged into my room like this.”

“W-what do you have in, um, mind, exactly?” You can practically see the desperation in his eyes as they flick from yours down to your glossy lips.

“Oh, nothing, I just need you to help me prove something to my friends.” You lean up on your tip toes, letting your face get closer and closer to his. “Just a little kiss, well, maybe more…”

You watch as he exhales, shaky and full of want, and his big blue eyes blink with confusion.

“What? A big time superhero like you can’t mind a little attention, can he?” You whisper out, letting each word fall with implied longing.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s not such a good idea…” He must be crazy to hesitate, but he does, trying to pry his eyes from looking at you.

”Think about it, being seen giving a hot girl a kiss will give you major street cred.” You coo, attempting to sweeten the deal. “You’ll like, totally, have saved the day.”

Kick-Ass just looks at your lips for second, as if envisioning himself pressing his to yours. Then his eyes flick back up to yours, their wide eyed innocent stare searching there.

“J-just a kiss?” He can’t help himself from looking at your kissable lips now as he says it, watching as you bite your bottom lip and nod your head.

You’ve got him in your pretty pink manicured hands now, all you have to do is lead him over to your window.

The night air blows your hair back as you open the large window to its fullest extent, which allows you to prop your cute ass up onto the window sill. You hear the sounds of your friends gasping below and whispers as you pull the green masked vigilante towards you. You already know they likely have their phones out, but you don’t care. You watch as Kick-Ass’s eyes go from you to down below, obviously fighting nerves in favor of getting a taste of your cherry lip gloss.

You take his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing up against the fabric of his mask, and you pull him closer, his body moving with yours with a held back eagerness. You know there’s no way he would refuse a girl like you.

His lips touch yours like butterfly wings, softly before yours go in for the kill, crushing into his big, plump lips. Your friends whoops and holler below, and maybe even some pedestrians you don’t know stop to stare as the hero known as Kick-Ass puts his tongue down your throat. You can hardly wait to hear the rumors this will stir up, enjoying the popularity it will bring you at the same time as you enjoy his warm, deep kiss.

You pull away to catch a breath, and look into those dazzling blue eyes, seeing the longing that is rising there and beneath that green suit of his. You turn, looking down at the small crowd below, flashes of cellphones applauding your performance. You kiss your hand, waving it out the window and taking Kick-Ass by the fabric of his suit near his chest, and pulling him back into your room further, leaving the audience wanting more. Your iPod is already blowing up with attention, but right now you have something else you need to attend to, and it’s not your friend's texts.

“Wow…” He breathes out, your pink lip gloss sparkling on his lips and stars in his eyes. “You’re a really good kisser…”

The innocent way he talks makes you wonder if he’s ever even kissed a girl before, making you turn to him and pause.

“Is this,” You say, sweeping your hands on his lower body but not quite touching anywhere too sensitive, yet still making him shudder. “New to you?”

“Maybe, just a little,” He breathes out, letting you press into him until he’s sitting on the edge of your girly pink bed.

“I thought a big star like Kick-Ass would be a hit with the ladies,” You smile while his head leans back from how you’re touching up his chest.

“Nobody’s exactly, um, offered…” He admits, his words slow, distracted by your hands as they reach near his neck.

“Just who is under here…” You whisper, the edge of your fingers slipping under the very edge of that green mask.

“W-wait!” His hands fly up, body suddenly stiff. “We have to keep the mask on.”

You stay there for a moment, not moving, watching those baby blue eyes strain to say something to you that you can’t comprehend. You let your hands slip back down.

“Alright, but I think you’ll have to take the rest off.” You tease him, pulling at the body of the green suit this time, biting your lip while you fantasize about what’s underneath.

—————

Just how Dave managed to trip his way into the most popular girl in the school's bedroom, he’ll never know.

What he does know is that right now you’re looking at him like you want to eat him alive and he can barely contain the urges that he wants to do to you right now. He can hardly think straight with your hands on him, unzipping the Kick-Ass costume and letting the cool night air hit his bare skin. Dave shivers as your warm hands replace the cold and he thinks he might just die right here and right now.

He watches you, your perfect body that any boy at school would die to be touching right now, and he can barely keep his breath steady. God, he’s had a crush on you for so long, and you have no idea that he’s actually the nerd in your history class that you don’t even talk to unless you have to. He’s even talked to Marty and Todd about how hot you are, and they wouldn’t believe it if he had proof that he kissed you at all, let alone the fact that you’ve got his suit off, your manicured hand pressed up against his underwear like that.

“F-fuck…” Dave breathes out, his head lolling against his shoulders, his arms flexing their muscles as he braces against the plush of your pink bed.

“God, you’re so sensitive,” You say to him, a thin eyebrow quirked.

Dave can barely respond as you apply pressure to his cock over his black boxers, his mouth trying to find words and all that it finds is a hum of moans and affirmative “uh-uh’s”.

“You better be careful, you look like you might just make a mess in your boxers if I’m not careful.” Your voice is bratty, teasing him harshly about how easy it was to rile him up.

It was true though, Dave’s large hands curling into the pink bedspread to stop himself from bucking into your hand and finishing himself off then and there. You would think with how much he jacks off he wouldn’t be so close so soon, but he can’t help himself. Not with the way you’re touching him right now, and god, definitely not how you’re looking up at him from where you sit between his legs on your knees.

Your mouth goes over his cock, hot breath bleeding through the silky cotton of his boxers and making him close to losing his mind and his load right then and there. A struggling whimper escapes his mouth.

“I don’t- I don’t know if I can…” He can’t finish his sentence, he has to focus on not coming when you touch him like that.

”Oh, my poor little superhero,” You chide, looking back up at him while you do. “Maybe we should start you off with something a little less intense.”

All he can do is nod his head along. God, you could have told him you wanted him to walk right out that window and plummet down below and he would have. He would do anything right now to please you.

“Lay back on the bed.” You instruct and he complies. “Hopefully you can breathe with that mask on.”

For a second, Dave has no idea what you mean, until you crawl up him, thighs on either side of his body until their on either side of his head. You’re close enough that he can see the tiny lace and bows on your panties from here, and before he can say anything, you’re sliding them to the side. His eyes go wide, and he watches as you reach down and gently touch yourself. Dave’s never seen one in real life, and for a moment he’s mesmerized by how badly he wants his tongue deep inside you.

“Let’s see how well you can eat me out,” You look down at his big blue eyes looking up at you and you can’t help how turned on you are by him looking at you with such worry and want in his dark eyebrows. “Then if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll touch you…”

He nods. Oh god, how he nods. He wants nothing more than for you to suffocate him between your thighs right now. He needs you to completely use his face up for whatever you need and nothing more. You lower yourself onto his soft lips, and all he can do is take in your scent for a moment. You smell so sweet and so musky, it’s as if every breath of you goes straight to his cock, making it rock hard. His hands come up, gripping your plush thighs and pulling you onto his face deeper. His tongue flops out, taking in your taste before trying to please you further.

Dave hopes he’s doing a good job, he’s never done this before, but it’s been one of his biggest fantasies and porn searches. He tries to keep his tongue at a good speed, taking note of the moans you make, when you pull on the top of his mask ever so slightly as you hump his face to your own delight.

You were right, it is hard to breathe in this mask with your pussy blocking up every other way of breathing. Somehow, it makes it better. The fact that you control when he gets to breathe, that you lift yourself up just enough for him to catch the tiniest breaths of fresh, cool air before letting your weight down on him once more and suffocating him further. All he can do is grip your thighs, everything in his body trying as hard as possible to please you and not reach down and grab his own cock. He knows if he did, he would cum in a jerk or two and he just can’t let that happen, not yet at least.

“Fuck, your face is such a good seat,” You moan as you come closer, his tongue working magic as he tries to remember techniques from wikihow he learned just in case this ever happened to him.

Dave moans when you say this, the vibrations exciting you further. You look down at him, and he watches as you bite your lip while you ride his face, your gorgeous tits bouncing just perfectly. He reaches up, his hands grabbing them and you invite him further by putting your hand on his, pressing him into you more. You close your eyes as his tongue flicks against your clit, moving in circles and sucking when he can. After you give him some air, you come back down and his tongue twists lower, finding your sopping wet hole and diving in, taking a deeper taste. You shiver, your legs constricting against the sides of his head.

He lets his tongue get as deep inside you as he can before coming out and focusing on your clit once more, letting his tongue go flat and lapping up every inch of it. He’s proud of himself for being able to find it so easily, and the confidence gives him the energy to fight the tongue fatigue that’s slowly creeping in. He’s waited to long for this, he’s not stopping until you cum for him.

His eyes slowly open and close as you continue riding his face how you like it. He’s pratically drunk off your pussy, currently living and breathing to make you feel good. It’s like he can’t get you closer to him, his hands pulling at your thighs and waist to try to get you deeper on top of him, his breaths wild and sucking in as much air as possible between sets.

”God, I think I’m going to…” You whisper on top of him and he tries to keep his speed, only increasing enough to push you over the edge without changing up too much (he read somewhere that that’s what you’re supposed to do).

You grind harder than before, letting his tongue suck and circle your sensitive clit over and over and over until you can’t take it anymore. You begin to spill over the edge, your moans increasing, your grip on him harder than before. You feel it unwind in your lower stomach, that blissful feeling of release, those tired and tight muscles giving up and giving in to pleasure.

“Fuck…” You whine out as you finish on his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your body lets go completely and your legs shake, growing weak as the pleasure fully releases. Dave holds you up with his strong arms, making sure you feel supported as you come down. He can’t believe he made you cum like that, and his tongue laps up all that you give him greedily, that reward he gets for working so hard to make you cum.

You pull off slowly, moving down to sit on top of his aching cock with your hot, wet pussy dripping on his boxers. He almost loses it right then and there, but resists as he comes down from being so engulfed with pleasuring you. You both breathe for a moment, blissful with what’s transpired.

“Well,” You start with a shaky breath. “You definitely don’t need much more practice with that…”

Dave lets out a small chuckle that turns into a whimper as you move your hips against his cock, grinding ever so slightly, his eyes going from blissful existence to full of want and longing in such a short amount of time. He’s totally under your control.

“What else could Kick-Ass ask for…?” You tease him, inviting him to tell you what he wants next.

For a moment, he wishes he could tell you not to call him that, to say his name, to beg for him in that way, but there’s no way you would be doing any of this if you didn’t think he was the badass that fought in the streets of New York. He couldn’t tell you, couldn’t admit just how much of a nerd he really was, there’s just no way…

”I want to,” He pants, his mouth slick with you and his eyes looking at your lovely tits. “T-those…”

“God, you’re so pathetic, you can’t even form proper sentences after that face fucking, huh?” You look down at him, his big doe eyes mesmerized by your body.

You sigh and give in to his demands, however, lowering your tits to his face. He closes his eyes happily, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking with want. He pulls off in a moment with a pop before giving the other attention, the one not being sucked taken by his hands and massaged. You grind into his hips, working slowly so as to not push him over the edge just yet. His eyelids flutter as he looks up at you, his vision not quite seeing you, blurry from his lack of glasses and just how much he wants this.

You pull back, moving down so that your lips can kiss his, vaguely tasting yourself on his. You move like water, slow and liquid smooth, entrancing him further and further with your beautiful body and well placed touch. You let his lips into yours, teeth biting into the soft meat there and teasing, pulling. His moans mix in your mouth while you let your tongue explore inside of him. You come up for air, watching as he looks at you with heavy eyelids softly folding over his pretty blue eyes.

You wonder what he looks like under that green mask, getting turned on by the thought of not knowing. Of letting this stranger fuck you for just stumbling into your room on the right night at the right time. You and your friends have all talked about how sexy it is that someone like Kick-Ass is out there patrolling the streets with that body in that tight green suit of his, but you never thought he would be in here letting you make soft pink kisses down his throat.

His mouth lets out lazy moans as you kiss him there, touching him in all the right places, your hands soft and warm, taking him tenderly with a mix of quick little bites and sucks here and there. You keep him on his toes, keep him wanting more, keep moving your pussy on that hard cock of his only every few seconds to keep him from getting to carried away.

“God, I don’t know if I can take more,” He whimpers out, his hands on your ass, taking handfuls and shaking it.

“Don’t cum until I tell you,” You whisper in his ear, your breath hot and ticklish. “You got that, superhero?”

Dave gulps, eyebrows pulling together as he tries to mind, tries to be good boy, and bites his lip as you work downward, your kisses leaving a trail of pink lipstick down his gentle abs. You slide down, letting your body move until your mouth comes to the edge of his waistband. Slowly, you slip your long nails underneath, pulling his boxers back until his cock pops out with a satisfying bob.

You hesitate for a second, a first for you for tonight. You could feel how big it was underneath the black boxers he wore, but you had no idea it was THAT big. It wasn’t exactly length that scared you, not to say that it wasn't well endowed, but it was the girth that really frightened you. You wondered how you would get your lipstick-messy lips around it, if it would even fit. It made your mouth water in anticipation.

“Is it…” Dave sighs out, moving up onto his elbows to look down at you between his legs. “Is it okay?”

You realize you’ve just been staring at his cock, and your face heats up slightly.

“Oh it’s more than okay.” You say with a smirk, your hand wrapping around it and giving it a light stroke or two.

Dave’s eyes close as you do this, his lips parting as his breath picks up once more.

“Your hands feel so good,” He admits, enjoying himself as you continue, your tongue going to his base and licking back up to the tip, causing him to shudder.

You take his thick, hard tip into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl circles around it while sucking lightly. Dave’s hands grip the bed further, it’s so hard for him not to force his cock all the way in and cum down your throat immediately, it’s all he wants in the world right now, but the way you look up at him with your big doe eyes tells him to wait, to savor every moment your warm mouth is wrapped around his cock leaving pink glittery stains on it.

You let his cock fill your mouth further, taking it in slowly, inch by inch until he’s hitting the back of your throat. You moan softly as you slide it further, his cock just barely fitting, your moan cut off the deeper he goes. You bat your pretty eyelashes at him as you take it deeper and deeper until your nose is against his stomach.

“F-fuck, don’t move,” He stutters out, hand reaching out to grip your hair. “If you move I’m going to cum.”

You say nothing, his hot, hard cock down your throat, throbbing lightly with how badly he wants to cum. You can barely breathe, but you take it, take him forcing your head to stay down until he’s ready. Just when you think you’ll actually suffocate does his hand loosen on your head. You pull back, spit soaking his cock and stringing back to your mouth as you catch a breath.

“God, I’m sorry I’m just so sensitive…” Dave apologizes, feeling bad for keeping you there so long.

You shake your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiling.

“I kind of like it when you get a little rough…” You say with a smirk, and Dave can’t believe it.

You stand up from in between his legs, and hold out your hand. He takes it, letting you pull him to his feet and take him back to the window. You’re sure your friends have already left, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want him to fuck you against the window for the world to see just who takes Kick-Ass’s cock.

“Are-are you sure?” Dave can tell what you’re gearing up to do, bend over with your ass out and waiting for him.

“Fuck me,” You exhale, your breath fogging up the glass. “I want everyone to know what a dirty slut I am for superhero cock.”

Even though the thought of himself being on such display frightens him, Dave can’t say no to your juicy ass wiggling and inviting him. He takes his hands on either side of your hips, his cock moving up against your already wet hole, and he slowly enters you. You can’t help yourself but to moan out as you take his thick, girthy cock inch by inch, Dave carefully stretching you out to accommodate.

“You like that?” He wants you to like it so badly, so desperate to please you even though all he wants to do is fuck you like an animal right now.

“Yes,” You moan out, your tits against the cool glass, nipples erect. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

That’s all it takes for Dave to have the courage to really give it to you. He slides back out, slamming back in as deep as he can, your body rattling against the window as he does.

“Oh, fuck!” You exclaim, not realizing just how much of a pounding you would take from him.

He thrusts into you with a fury, slightly sloppy and uncoordinated from lack of experience, but fuck, your pussy just feels so good. He can’t believe how warm, wet, and tight it is, how deep he can get, how much he wants to fill you up there. You know you should have probably made him wear a condom, but you can’t help how much you love raw cock inside of you, and at least you’re on birth control.

Dave’s moans are uncontrollable, his hands gripping your ass until you’re sure there will be bruises. He needs this, needs you so badly it practically hurts. His mouth is full of moans, breaths, and curses as he tries not to let himself cum in an embarrassingly quick way. It’s so hard for him to stop like this, to edge himself inside of you while you let the world see your tits pressed against the glass of your window and your ass taking a pounding from behind.

“God, you’re such a dirty slut,” Dave whimpers out, thinking about how he’s heard something similar in all the porn he watches, hoping you’ll like it.

“Mhhhm, please make me your dirty little cum dump,” You respond, letting him know you want him to keep going.

“I’m going to fuck my load so deep inside you,” He pants, the words harsh and sharp. “And everyone’s going to see what a whore you are for me.”

You can’t help yourself, it’s just too good right now, so you snake your hand between your legs, your fingers circling your already aching clit. You know you’ve already cum once tonight, but how often does one get to be fucked by someone like this?

Dave’s hand reaches out, taking your hair into his hand and gripping it.

“You like that? You wanna be fucked like a dirty little slut?” He can’t hold himself back much longer, his eyes closing as he enjoys the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, yes!” You moan as you feel him beginning to spill inside of you, your own pleasure not far behind. “Keep going!”

Dave can barely hold back, he grips you tighter and grits his teeth as he waits for you to finish. You take every stroke like a good girl, your muscles tight and ready for release again. You quicken your hand, holding your breath while you get closer and closer to cumming.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close!” You whimper against the glass, the thought off all those people down there watching you come undone turning you on even more.

You let bliss begin to take over as his cock hits just the right spots deep inside you, your fingers rapidly keeping pace. You breathe out, your moans uncontrollable and whiny as you feel your cunt tighten around him. Dave can’t take it anymore, his cock thrusting deeper as he feels you cum around it. He spills inside of you, hot cum filling you up exactly where you need it to, the sensation of it happening while you cum at the same time almost making your eyes roll back. Your toes curl as he presses you against the window, cock rutting against you as if he can’t get deep enough. You can feel it throbbing inside of you, finishing off it’s last few spurts of cum before Dave collapses against you, leaving you pinned between him and the window.

You wouldn’t have wanted tonight to end any other way.

For a few moments all you both hear is the sound of your breathing, of your own heart racing in your ears, Dave’s ears losing hearing before the world becomes too real again.

Dave feels that shame of fucking you too hard, too publically, building up inside of him. He wonders if he went too hard, and he finds your ear, kissing right behind it and whispering.

“Was that okay? Did you like that?” His voice is soft as he checks in on you, making sure everything was alright.

You can barely talk, the feeling of Daves massive cock still inside of you, the rush of the whole thing dying down slowly. Your muscles feel useless, and you think if Dave wasn’t pinning you to the window, you would have collapsed right to the floor. The thought of moving anything right now seems like too much.

“Yeah,” You finally breathe out. “It was very good…”

Dave feels relieved to hear that, and slowly he catches on just how exhausted you are. He slowly pulls out of you, his hot cum leaving a trail down your bare legs as he does so. His hands wrap around your center, and he softly lifts you, turning and taking you back towards the bed. You let him do as he pleases, and soon he’s got the covers pull back and you on his chest, breathing softly as you begin to drift off.

You don’t know where Kick-Ass goes in the morning, but what you do know is that you whenever you leave your window open, he’s there to pleasure your every need from now on…

[candieduranium]

my intro post

i guess it’s about time i made one of these

(why does this have so many notes???😭/genuine)

long ass intro oml

last updated november 5, 2024

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•i have a 4 year old black cat named dumpling (i post pics of him sometimes) and a 17 year old dog named stella. i hope to get a couple of oranda goldfish someday

•i dont have a set posting schedule. i post when i post. but i generally like to stay pretty active and try to post at least once per day.

•i follow anyone who interacts with my posts positively when im not in their dni and theyre not in mine and their blog isn’t completely default/blank this is now false. i have just learned that the maximum follow count is 5k and i am already above 4k. there are too many of you for me to follow you all😭

•some random and useless stuff about me: i have mild-moderate trypophobia and a deviated septum, my favorite color is orange, i LOVE creme brulee, and my mbti is antp-t (a for ambivert)

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mild eyestrain warning ⚠️

how the fuck does this have so many notes??😭

vent-ish/vent-adjacent warning ⚠️

here’s a copypaste from another of my posts regarding my posting schedule and status:

hey folks, i may not be posting as much going forward because my father put my email on a lifelock account, which means that he may be alerted each time i log into my tumblr account. i use tumblr on the website on safari and i frequently log in and out because im anxious that my parents will check my search history, but they very rarely ever do. im testing if they get alerted right now by logging in to ao3 and c.ai, two websites that my parents likely wont be opposed to but would tell me and ask me about it if i got an alert. deleting my account is a last resort, but it is still on the table. this change is indefinite. i have backup plans in case my parents do get alerts from lifelock, but nothing is definite. i may continue on just fine, i might not. just giving y’all a heads up in case something does happen.

tl;dr my account may be discovered by my parents and i may be punished, maybe it wont. we’ll see

and does anyone know for sure if lifelock does send alerts about logging in tumblr accounts? please dont lie to me.

my mental health is hinging largely on my tumblr account and im praying sososo hard that i wont lose all of you wonderful, amazing people. this goes for the folks i have dmed and the ones i havent. but anyway. i love you all. thank you for the time youve given me, even if it wont be for much longer.

and heres another post copypaste:

hey folks i dont know if im gonna be posting for a hot minute because im at band practice rn but im gonna have the biggest fucking argument with my mom when i get home😍 i might get my phone taken away

so basically what happened is i told her im depressed and she blew me off and didnt believe me. she also did some other stuff. i may go into greater detail at a later date.

im sorry if this discomforts or tr_gg_rs anyone but i wanted to give an explanation and warning just in case i stop posting and interacting on tumblr

thank you all for being so wonderful, truly. i hope i can get my situation sorted out quickly and remain active.

i’ll probably update this post later on since im sure there’s something i forgot. check back with me every once in a while and i might have some new content on this post

thanks for reading 👍👍

[pygmi-cygni]

Hewo pygmi🧡🌻

Idk if your requests are open or not. If not, please feel free to ignore this.

I'm in a reading slump, and I can't read anything😭I need Steven (or Jake since we know he loves romance books) to help me get back on reading again🥺

-Not Mani

yes my requests are open!! tysm mani ly

cw: fluff, bookshop au, fem reader, steven pov

Oh, he was down so bad. Even Marc knew about it, he'd done such a bad job of hiding it. Jake probably did too, but he had the dignity to shut his yap about it. Marc wasn't that nice.

Oh, gonna go see your little girlfriend? Gonna forget to log encyclopedias to watch her read all day? Huh? Dude, seriously, it's pathetic.

Steven, for the record, did not care what Marc thought. For maybe the first time in his life, actually.

It was very liberating.

And yes, he was going to forget about ninety percent of his duties to watch you flit around the bookshelves like a little fairy. Was he supposed to just ignore your effervescent presence? Nonsense. You were the highlight of his day.

Steven unlocked the little bookshop, whistling merrily and smiling at the few customers waiting outside. The homey smell of parchment and warm tea met him like a big hug. He could die a happy man in here.

The jingle of the bell overhead rang musically all day, children dashing in and out, young people perusing in little cliques. Elderly folk came to hem and haw about the stay of the shelves, which he sheepishly told them he'd fix (he wouldn't). Steven puttered around, shelving and marking and

oh!

Had he missed you walk in? He usually gave you a bright smile and a dashing wave, but apparently you'd snuck by. Steven paused his recording and raised his hand, but paused when you huffed frustratedly.

He didn't like seeing your lovely face all twisted up. Hopefully everything was alright. Steven hummed and returned to the shelf, momentarily forgetting what he was doing.

"Excuse me?"

He jumped. You were at his elbow, a thick volume in your hands. For a moment, he gaped, shocked you were even talking to him.

"Er, uh, sorry, what-" God, listen to you-

"Do you have the second novel to this series? I've been looking for ages and I can't find it," you asked politely, eyes sparkling up at him.

Keep it together, buddy.

Mentally smacking Marc, Steven smiled and nervously raked through his hair. "Uh, yeah, sure...follow me," he said with more confidence than he felt. You had some sort of perfume on that made his head feel light and glowy. It was a fantasy series, one of his favorites, and he tried not to take it as a good omen.

No more omens.

Steven went through the shelves with astonishing accuracy, mentally speeding through every single book in stock until-

"Here," he pulled the dusty tome off of the highest shelf and handed it over. You grinned, and his heart about exploded. Gushing thanks, you waved and continued your search, leaving Steven in a lovesick daze. He leaned against the bookshelves, heart racing and face stuck in a dopey smile.

One of the older women raised her eyebrow at him, chuckling. He blushed and returned to the register. You were waiting for him, peering at the trinkets he had on display.

When you caught sight of him, you began chatting amiably, explaining why this book was so important to you. The story went right over his head, but Steven was so excited to talk to you he didn't care. He rang up the book, nodding excitedly along as you gushed. By accident he stuck an extra bookmark in the pages, but you waved off his apology with a sweet smile.

"Bye, have a good-"

"Oh," you started, turning back around. "I noticed you've got lots of Egypt stuff in here. You like that sort of thing?"

His eyes almost bugged out of his head. "Er, yeah, I do, a lot, actually."

You beamed. "Cool! I've got a bunch of collector's books from my dad's study that he wants to donate, would you be interested?"

Marc sighed, shaking his head. Steven's grin almost broke his jaw in half. Yes, he would love that. He would love it even more if you'd go get lunch with him after and then never leave but a book meeting? He'd settle for that.

"Yeah, I'd l-love to," he said, eyes bright.

You fidgeted, cheeks reddening. "Um...do you maybe wanna get food? After?"

Steven blinked dumbly. Did- could you read minds? Was he hallucinating? Somehow - through Marc's immediate fronting and mediocre British accent - a 'yes' was delivered, and you gave him an address and a wink as you left.

Steven darted into the back room and grinned like a loon, willing his heart to stop pounding out of his chest. Marc watched with a little grin, rolling his eyes.

"That's how that happened?" You asked, propping your chin on his chest. Steven nodded, fingers dancing on your head.

"Yup," he popped the P, "good ol' Marc had to save my sorry arse after that one," he said sheepishly, cheeks pink.

"Well," you said with a smile, nestling closer and closing your eyes, "tell him thank you."

Marc gave an obnoxious fist pump and Steven rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It's gone to his head, now, see? You've completely ruined his ego."

"His accent needed work."

Ha. Marc frowned.

You grinned, tickling his side affectionately. Steven yelped, before returning the favor with a teasing growl. Darting up from the bed, you ran cackling through the tiny flat. The movie played quietly in the background as you danced around the apartment, laughing loudly and brightly. Steven amended his earlier statement. The bookshop, though his sanctuary, was not home.

This was home.

@krakenkitty @ominoose @bulletgoth @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @justsomeonecalledemma

@iolaussharpe-24 @rosegnome @twwcs @heeheehoohoofictimr @steven-grants-world

@ael-xander @to-be-a-sunshine @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @silvernight-m @lonelyisamyw-0love 

@unear7hly @purple-amaranthe

[lynlyndoll]

thinking of friends to lover w chan.. sorry but I have to do this..

you met him at the beach, he accidentally bumped into you

he lit started rambling w his excuses but you had a smile on your face and when he saw you weren't mad he was smth like "Wait, u aren't mad?". he was so confused😭

but you reassured him that this happens and that it isn't a big deal

he still felt bad, so he got you lunch

you asked him to stay, so you two had a lunch in the beach (pls i want that sm-)

and that's how u got to know each other

hanging out, watching movies etc

before you knew it, you both made a 2 yr old friendship

it was so easy w him. everything was just normal for you both

but things started changing, at least on your part, when it was once raining and you saw a cat freezing outside. even though he likes dogs more, he couldn't let the poor soul there, so he immediately went to get the kitten. he then returned to you and started rambling over how the little guy needs a place to stay, so he said he will take it 😭😭 you wanted to take him as well, but when u saw the look on his face, full of worry for the cat, you gave in

that was the moment u started to feel that you wanted to be more than friends. because he was the kindest person ever. because he always thought about the others in such gentle way.

things started changing for him as well, but you didn't know. he really doesn't know how and when and every other question that he had related to the moment couldn't be exactly answered. but the moment he did realize it was when you, hannah and his mom were having lunch together. he came back from gym and saw the three of you chatting so naturally. obviously, he knew that his family liked you, but the moment where he saw all three, he couldn't stop wondering if this would happen if you'd be his girlfriend.

so, you both started pining over eachother, but without the other one knowing

but, he accidentally revealed it while he thought he was writing to changbin

chan : I can't do this- i feel like im going to explode if I'm not going to tell her, man.

you : tell her what? and who are we referring to?😭

chan : bin, we just talked about it. y/n. tell her that I like her?

you : oh!

that's when he knew he fucked up.

he realized you were the one he texted, so he immediately rushed to his room, locking himself up and throwing the phone on the bed.

you rushed to his bedroom, but saw it was locked. "Chan, it's me.."

he groaned in embarrassment, so you continued. "the texts.. are true, right?"

feeling a little bit awkward to talk to you like that, he opened the door and you sighed in relief. he nods at your question, so you smile "I like you too." is what you say as you hug him

aaaand that's how it goes.. sorry, I am so annoyed that I can't write anything else (even though I want to) as a fic, so I did this😭 I'm so mad (on myself) actually bcs I'll have an exam RIGHT AFTER I GET BACK HOME, on the 6th January.. so I can't even focus on anything else bcs my parents keep bugging me about it. "have you studied?" ofc I did, folks, I'm your child ffs don't yall know me?!😭 anyway, the thing is that I'll try as much as I can to write those Christmas fics.😼

[stardewsnail]

Can I get head canons of the reactions of the bachelors visiting and seeing your sex toy sitting on your nightstand? Thank you✨✨✨

You most certainly can anon!

I tried to keep the anatomy gender neutral except when I saw a specific plot opportunity (there’s no plot I just thought it would be funny if one of them didn’t recognize the specific kind of toy lol)

MINORS DNI SEXUAL CONTENT it’s exactly what it says on the tin folks

Harvey

“Do you see my earrings over there?” you called over your shoulder, haphazardly pulling on your boots.

Harvey glanced over at the cluttered nightstand. Tissue box, a mug, a glass, lotion, chapstick. Something pink caught his eye and he froze. It was small, dainty even, but there was no mistaking the item—he knew a vibrator when he saw it.

Look, Harvey is a doctor and is totally sex positive, getting off is good for you

But seeing yours sitting there had heat rising to his cheeks immediately and he couldn’t help the images that flooded his mind at the sight—you spread across the comforter, toy between your legs, breathing heavily as you got yourself closer and closer…

If you’re not together he definitely won’t bring it up so he doesn’t embarrass you or reveal how much he wants to know exactly how you use it

A little embarrassed at the fantasy since he’s a gentleman but not guilty enough to stop him from letting his mind drift on occasion

Sam

“Head on in, I’ll be there a second!”

Sam flashed you a thumbs up and headed into the one room cabin. He set the cooler on the table—he knew you were planning on adding a kitchen soon, but in the meantime he was having fun getting the chance to make snacks for the two of you. He glanced around, admiring the large geode you’d place next to your nightstand—what was that.

- Stares for a minute just not quite comprehending

- He’s never seen a dildo in person before but there’s really no mistaking the purple silicone

- The sparkly purple silicone

- He swallows, trying to stop his mind from wandering—you were right outside, and even with his probably obvious crush on you, he really didn’t want you to walk in on him staring at your sex toy with a hard on

- Immediately starts thinking of something gross and goes right back outside to chat with you. He makes an excuse to linger outside when you go in, hoping you notice because he doesn’t think he’ll be able to form a coherent thought if it’s just sitting there while you hang out

- He’s gonna be thinking about that later for sure

Alex

(This is the only one with specific genitalia)

He stares at the item on the nightstand, head cocked to the side in a manner reminiscent of Dusty

It’s a small object, shorter than his forearm and made of plastic aside from a rubber ring at the larger end. There’s a couple of buttons—one round with a power symbol and two vertical arrows above it

Is it a massager? Is it—

Alex looks away, certain his face would match a tomato

I know a lot of people hc Alex as some kinda Casanova but he was raised in the country by his grandparents he’s a polite young man

But he quickly find himself staring at it again while you warm the cocoa on the electric hot plate that serves as your kitchen

“It’s not gonna bite, y’know,” your voice is teasing but he can see the pink dusting your face as you hurry over, “Never seen a sex toy before?”

“Not like that!” His voice is a bit high on the end and he winced internally, “How does it even…”

Now you looked amused, holding it in your hand as you raised a brow. “How does it what, Alex?”

“Fit?”

You giggled, “It doesn’t go in me,” she explained, “it simulates oral.” You tapped the rubber bit, “this goes on the clit.”

It simulated oral—he’s seen porn, even if he’s never had the opportunity to perform the act himself. He nods, hoping his expression is simply one of someone receiving information that they definitely won’t be fantasizing about later. Because now all he can think about is him replacing the toy between their thighs.

- if you’re together he will absolutely want to watch you use it and let me tell you he will be paying close attention

Elliot

- okay honestly I see him as fifty fifty either he ignores it completely if you’re not together or has an extremely casual conversation about the pros and cons of different toys

- Elliot is into some stuff and I think he would treat it like any other discussion tbh

- if you’re together though, he is definitely bringing it up and asking what you like about it. He’s absolutely down to incorporate it in your sex life and frankly he’s got a few things of his own he wants to bring in

Sebastian

“I think I’ve got a lighter on my nightstand? You can go grab it.”

You’re hanging out on the porch when he realizes he forgot a light. He’s focused on his quest and he does find the lighter—but he also finds something else sitting right next to it.

The dildo is veined, a deep shade of blue, and has a suction cup on its base. He snatches up the lighter but then pauses, making the split second decision to put it away in the top drawer. No way he wants to ever address the fact that he saw it. How is he supposed to look you in the eye when you bring it up, and all he can think about is you on all fours, thrusting yourself back against it—he ducks back outside, his baggy sweater pulled a bit lower than before.

- if you’re together then he might mention it but only as a hypothetical “how would you feel about experimenting with some toys in the bedroom” kinda way absolutely hoping you whip that bad boy out and fuck yourself on it while sucking him off. It’s gonna take him a while to work up to that one, though

Shane

He’s just sitting on the bed, cola in hand, waiting for you to finish turning off the sprinklers in preparation for the storm rolling in. And sue him, he’s a little nosy so he’s not exactly hesitant at examining the cluttered surface of your nightstand. The minute he spies the unmistakable silicon of the vibrator his head snaps around to look back at the paused TV. He only peeks at it from the corner of his eye, trying not to dwell on what you did with it for too long.

He sips his soda, suddenly too warm.

[conkers-thecosy]

My ask about asks I forgot to send you.

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's you want to talk about

art/drawing do you draw and like to get asks about it?

your writing

blog specific only is your blog specific to a fandom or something that you only want asks about related things

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Hi there!!

I'm sorry this took me so long to answer - I know there's no pressure (which I appreciate immensely!) but I really want to answer them, I'm just super slow!

Self, Job/Work: Honestly I'm super happy to talk about anything like this! With all my social links on my pinned posts it wouldn't be too difficult to find out a lot of stuff about me and my life anyway! Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Okay so while I enjoy all of these fandoms, and more besides, I get real single-minded about my special interests. Right now it's Bagginshield, and that's really all my brain has room for! OC's: I would genuinely loooove to talk about my OCs, so very much! As I said above, bagginshield is really my main focus right now, but I have two half-written original novels that I really hope to pluck up the courage to share one day. Honestly I would love so much to have the opportunity to talk about them more here, but I know there's not a lot of interest. Folks are here for the bagginshield stuff, and that's totally fair! But, I'm going to write these stories either way and I really would love any excuse to gush about them and my OCs! art/drawing: I don't draw, I'm afraid! I wish I did, I'm always in so much awe of people who have that skill! I paint a bit, but not often and just for fun, and it's always some weird abstract stuff, haha! your writing: Love to talk about writing! It's all that keeps me going some days, and any excuse to chat about what I'm doing, what I'm planning, ro even giving advice to other writers is just so much fun to me! blog specific only: Nah, this blog is a mish-mash of everything! Happy to talk about whatever! Pets: So I have a dog! His name is Wilfred, and he was a rescue! He's my boon companion, and I love any excuse to show him off, haha! Garden and Hobbies: So I do garden, but I'm new to it! I never had a garden before until about 3 years ago, and it's been super fun to learn as I go! Other hobbies are funny, because I do a bit of everything. I'm fairly crafty so I've done pottery, sewing, jewellery making, painting as I mentioned, a bit of knitting, etc. I also used to have my own small business, running a perfumery, so I've made all sorts of bathing products, soaps, bath salts, candles, etc! Like being tagged in things: I do, but you may have noticed, I'm a bit slow at responding! I do try to keep on top of them and I never mind being tagged, but it ebbs and flows, for sure!

Okay, I think that's everything!!

Thank you so much for sending this! I will answer your others at some point, but my alarm has just gone off and now it's writing time, haha!

Thanks again for these lovely asks you send to people, it's really such a wonderful thing you're doing!

[louisisalarrie]

Why do I feel like Louis will be ok with these stories of Mexican female conquests circulating? He seems keen to project a het, laddy image so this plays nicely into this narrative for him.

Do I believe it, nope but I think it probably suits him for this to be out there. It doesn’t paint him in a very favourable light but it does imply he likes women. I really hope there’s not more to this though…for lovely Louis’ sake. His fan base is very young, under age impressionable girls. I do not for one minute think L would ever hit on young girls - not what I’m saying - but I hope these stories dont turn out to be from some silly teens…and that there’s absolutely no truth to it which then does make its way into the media. Off the back of an amazing world tour, he doesn’t need rubbish press!

I meaaaaaaan, if it keeps him out of stunting? Sure. I think the most hurtful thing there for him would be about the way they portrayed him as a very uncaring and yucky person.

A lot of his fanbase have grown up with him, so a majority of us are (hopefully) at an age where we can see through this bullshit, but yes. He does have a lot of young fans who are impressionable to his image, that certainly doesn’t portray him in a very nice light sometimes.

A lot of it does come with the territory, with the way he dresses, and stereotypes around sexuality that another lovely anon just inboxed me about, but it’s turned into one hell of a tarnished image over the years. The dad thing particularly doesn’t help, and yep. It’s all just hot fuckboy hetty straight lad at the moment, but so many of us see through that.

The good thing about this though, is that it has been contained within our fandom. The media arent gonna do anything about it, because it’s not true, obviously (I’ll get SC’s face tattooed on my leg if it is, that’s how sure I am). But this only goes so far, when Twitter is a public platform and louis does see this shit. So. He’ll probably roll his eyes and see our responses and know he’s got good people on his side that don’t believe that rubbish, but any bad press that comes out about him to the GP at this time of his career, straight after FITFWT and just before festival season, will be really detrimental for him. It’s a delicate balance.

And I guess we just have to ensure that we’re here as a resource and a guiding light for newer fans, younger fans, and people who need a little assistance to navigate the shit show that is our fandom/fandoms. To shut this down immediately. Because without having a good read on louis, stories like this (but not this bc it’s literally so fake) will indeed form an idea in a new fan’s mind of who louis is straight away. And in a time now where an artist’s values and morals and actions are so heavily watched and considered, and people will cancel/leave artists hung out to dry if they are, or seem to be, shitty people, his image could do with a bit of a makeover. Starting with the end of bbg.

I’m telling you, truly, that ending this shit in a way that paints louis in a positive light and gets GP to sympathise with him, will be the absolute best way to go. But the longer it’s here, it’ll always be a festering reminder of his poor image, and will continue to be used against him as excuses why people think he’s a shit dude.

Speaking of which, he’s left LA prior to Father’s Day… which just warms the cockles of my heart hahahah. a lot of folks are saying it’s another warning selfie tho, but I do expect somewhat of a stunt-ish thing to happen to get the GP involved with him for festival season anyway.

Anyway, thank you for the chats, anon! Lovely to have you here xx

[derangedanomaly]

a part of me wonders if nightmare genuinely does think he’s being generous. like looking at it from his perspective, the mass amount of murders he’s witnessed, perhaps getting stabbed once instead of impales several times and being left to bleed out IS an improvement. not to even talk about how biased he likely is seeing as negativity is his FOOD, of COURSE he’s going to want to make more excuses to create more even if he didn’t realize it, though i think he is aware of that bit. i think partly he understands people see him as cruel and unfair, and he IS, but to him i don’t think he personally sees himself as unfair. he’s tough and he’s strict and he’s not what anyone would consider KIND, but i think he sees it as preparing them for danger and less difficult than what he’s been through (though there’s no reason to, they’ve literally been killing WAYYY before he “hired” them)?

TL;DR he knows he’s a bit rude but i think he thinks of it as less “rude” than what HIS life has forced him through. i think he IS lonely and it’s why he connects with chaos so much because FINALLY someone isn’t scared to interact and meets his mental requiremente to interact (lmao thinking of nightmare having a dni list that’s just like “positive folk, commoners”) even though he’s given many reasons to not interact and actively pushes people away. he’s a mess despite what his language and the way he presents himself would have you think. he rules with fear because it’s all he’s ever known, positive reinforcement doesn’t even benefit him so WHY use it instead of something that kills two birds with one stone?

- yugioh anon, chatting about nightmare again (i need to investigate him with a microscope like he’s a new bacteria that has formed)

Of course Nightmare thinks he's being generous. He thinks he's "preparing them for the worst".

I really love your analysis!! They're always on point! You're definitely doing your research, and you're doing it very well! Keep going!! ^^

[icecreamlipgloss]

K folks I know many of you are so so pissed off about Chat Noir being kept in the dark again. But aren't you exaggerating his supposed reaction when the truth comes out? I mean, he hates being lied to, that's for sure, that's something we can all agree with. But do you remember pre Hack San fandom? Everyone was sure Chat Noir would HATE Ladybug for telling someone her identity. Remember Strike Back and Risk? Y'all wanted Chat Noir to snap at Ladybug. Remember your predictions that Adrienette would break up this season right after getting together? And what happened? You want angst, I can totally get it but how's about you stop for a minute and think whether what you want actually makes sense. Do you want angst just for the sake of angst? Wanting and believing that Adrien would break up with the love of his fricking life because of what his poor excuse of a father had done? I can totally see Adrien being hurt and depressed once he finds out the truth, but hate the girl he loves the most for something that isn't even her fault? blame her for being manipulated by this terrible man? When he knows first-hand what it's like to be manipulated by his father? Are you kidding me? Or do you just want your salty fics (where Marinette gets punished for as much as breathing the same air as Adrien) to become canon? I know keeping secrets is not good for their relationship and it may cause misunderstanding and some tension, but not to the point of breaking up and hating each other. Geez Adrien is the sweetest boy who was literally born from his mother's love, he genuinely tries to see the best in everyone, even in Lila and Chloé, even in his father. Then WHY do you think he would hate the love of his life for this? I'm sure he would understand why she did it. Sorry it's getting to long and emotional, but I'm genuinely shocked by the fandom's reaction. I knew this fandom is wild, but that's too much even for ml fandom.

[cboffshore]

folks it's time for the FIND A WORD game

got double tagged by @fabrowrites and @toastingpencils37, who collectively challenged me to find the words sob, unnatural, stalk, explode, cake, knock, and tension (bolded are the ones I found!).

zero-pressure tags for @tornoleander, @gravyhoney, @legogeek33, and anyone in my writer's chat who wants an excuse to do this! Or anyone who sees this, really! Your words are: oil, silver, cool, dismiss, and clatter (and any derivative forms of them if you want, like silvery, dismissive, etc).

I chose to work from my December Skybound WIP, tentatively titled If I Can Think (Of Something Clever), for this game. My qualifying excerpts are below the cut, and because I have no self control, you are getting decently generous samples of the WIP :)

"UNNATURAL"

The more she thinks about it, the more it makes sense. As she fell asleep the previous night, she recalls feeling motion and seeing the stars move above her enclosure; now, that same uneasy movement is gone, replaced with an unnatural stillness. Nya scrambles to her knees and notices that the motion is easier this time. The Keep rocks more than the Bounty ever did, so the difference is noticeable once she tunes into it.

"EXPLODE"

As much as she doesn’t want to comply, and despite the fact that she knows he needs her alive, well… she doesn���t trust him enough to not try something with that blade. Nya squeezes her eyes shut and hisses out a sigh, like steam leaking from a kettle about to explode. “I… I tried to test it already,” she confesses through a tense jaw, careful not to move too much against the little blade. “I could barely even get the signal light to flash. It’s already broken.” Pressing her lips together into a firm line, Nya shuts up, looking straight into Nadakhan’s near-black eyes to hammer the point home.

"KNOCK" (derivative form - "knocking")

“I’d say you’ve got a lot to apologize for,” Nya remarks. “What’re you knocking off that list right now?”

"TENSION"

The comment elicits a reaction from Nadakhan that Nya wasn’t expecting: a hearty laugh that rings out for several seconds and, if she were to guess, is more than a little forced. Nya, dead serious, keeps a straight face. As Nadakhan comes down off the laugh and brings himself back to face her, Nya notes an odd look in his eyes, a tension around his lips - recognition, she thinks.

[mamamittens]

Connections and Party Favors

This is part 7/12 of December Event 2023 for @spitfire-of-the-sea

Ace X OC(Saki)

(background Thatch X OC(Nikia), thanks for letting me slide them in lol, it gave me the perfect excuse to instigate a meet-cute)

Warnings: Mild social embarrassment via mistletoe incident.

Word Count: 2,179

Saki fussed at her hair while Doctor Marco drove. It was a bit awkward, really. He was the lead researcher on a big project they’d been working on together for over a year. She’d never describe him as overly warm, but he was friendly enough with a cup of coffee in his hand. Shockingly, once he heard she had no holiday plans, he offered an invite to his family Christmas dinner.

“Thatch thrives on the challenge. He’s gotten too used to the same black holes every year. A new face is just what he needs to keep him on his toes.” Marco chuckled over a petri dish. She’d waffled a bit, politely giving him space to take it back if it was offered in reflex. But no dice.

So here she was, dressed nice but not too nice for the family dinner of what was essentially her boss. Red sweater dress with a white cardigan and black ankle boots she’d fussed over just about as long as she had her hair. She’d literally changed her mind about a dozen times before settling on a simple twist braid down her back. Thankfully, Marco was dressed fairly nice in a crisp white button up and black slacks.

So clearly this wasn’t a totally relaxed affair or excessively fancy.

“You look fine, Saki.” Marco murmured gently with a smile as he pulled down an impressively decorated street. Lights strung up in the trees and along eaves in dazzlingly coordinated displays. “Mostly by accident, this neighborhood is mostly my folks. Then again, we’ve got a lot of people doing a lot of different things. This didn’t use to be such a nice place to live…” Marco shrugged as he pulled up on the street near a house with the front door open and people moving in and out, carrying supplies.

“That it?” Saki asked softly. Marco nodded with a quirk of his lips.

“Yep. We’ve got a lot of people that will be coming in and out just for a plate. We wanted a smaller party this year. We did reserve a proper venue for New Years though if they don’t scare you off tonight.” Marco laughed, shutting off the car and getting out. Saki followed quickly, still fairly nervous. Her heels clicking on the sidewalk as they walked up to the house.

The difference between the cold, foggy air outside and the warm, bustling atmosphere inside was stark. Like being wrapped up in a blanket fresh from the dryer. People moved like water around the house, chatting easily and clearly very familiar with everyone else. The interior was clean with many homey, cluttered touches. Bookshelves filled with media and nicknacks alike. Throw pillows tucked into the corners of chairs and the couch. Pictures lining the wall with no real order but each holding a clear emotional touch from faded childhood photos to more recent candid prints. Several of people Saki could see in the house right now, in fact.

Saki hesitated, lingering near the door awkwardly. Uncertain if she should sit down—would that be rude? Or perhaps offer help in the kitchen? She ended up sort of floating deeper into the house, close to the wall. Fretting and trying to refrain from wringing her hands or fiddling with her hair after spending so much time on it earlier. She kept moving over a little more to make room for people, pushing her deeper into the house and closer to the kitchens.

The warm atmosphere of the house, filled with the scent of delicious food still cooking and the chaotic chatter of people made her dizzy.

Suddenly, a gentle hand nudged her away from the doorway and she jolted, an apology already spilling from her lips.

“Oh! I’m s-so sorry!” Saki frantically gasped, eyes wide as she realized it was a woman just a few inches taller than herself. Swimming in a thick orange and cream colored sweater that looked borrowed with blue jeans and boots. The woman’s hand gently pushing further away from the doorway as she smiled a little awkwardly herself. Dark blue curls bouncing around her shoulders with thin teal braids draped down her back.

“You’re fine, hun. There’s just a bit of mischief out an’ about tonight.” She informed her just loud enough to be heard over the other guests, her words lilting and soft in a southern accent. She looked up at the doorway with fond exasperation, Saki’s eyes following to see a sprig of mistletoe taped to the center of the doorway. “Thatch thinks he’s bein’ slick. Thought you’d like a bit of warnin’ before someone get’s drunk enough to shock you… I’m Nikia, by the way.”

Saki laughed, tension easing from her shoulders.

“Saki… isn’t this a family function?” She asked. Nikia rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. It is. But no one here is above embarrassing their folks. And Thatch has been needy lately so I guess he thought the tricks were necessary to get his fix.” Nikia huffed, her pale cheeks a bit rosy as she pushed up her glasses. A man sidled up behind Nikia, grinning with flour on his cheek and reddish hair styled in an impressively put-together pompadour. He loomed over the both of them, but only glanced at Saki.

“You rang, lovely~?” He asked, clearly flirting. Saki noted that the sweater looked more like the man’s size than Nikia’s.

“Not for an interruption, no. Stop spookin ‘er, Thatch. She’s clearly used to Marco and he’s better at pretending to be stable than the rest of ya.” Nikia sassed with a fond smile despite her sharp tone. Thatch pouted, almost seeming to deflate as his arm wound around Nikia so he could rest his chin on her shoulder.

“You really going to shoot me down like that? Under a mistle toe and everything?” Thatch whined and Saki felt more like she should find somewhere else to hide.

She’d been at enough parties next to insufferable couples, thanks.

Nikia clicked her tongue, reaching up to press her hand over his cheek.

“With a face like that?” Nikia responded softly, brushing away the flour gently before kissing the spot she cleaned. “Yes. Get back to work, you’re the one that wanted to fly solo.” She cackled, flicking his nose. Thatch huffed, lingering for a moment to kiss her cheek.

“Fine. You lost dessert privileges though!” Thatch declared.

“The hell I did! I made the fuckin’ dessert, you heathen!” Nikia barked to his retreating back, the two laughing at each other. “I know there’s a lot of em, but just remember they’re all nerds in their own right and you’ll be fine. You get along well enough for Marco to drag you in, after all! Oh, and keep an eye out. I know this here ain’t the only bit ah mistletoe Thatch pulled out.” Nikia laughed with a friendly wink.

Saki smiled, a little less nervous as she tried again to mingle with Marco’s family. She was actually kind of succeeding. Apparently, Marco was very well liked in his family but also respected. Having stepped up many times when their patriarch and father-figure had health issues and could not oversee large family matters. So getting along with and working under Marco gave her early brownie points in their eyes.

She was talking with a man named Haruta who was an unabashed gossip when she leaned against the wall. Or rather, thought she did. She actually missed it by a few inches, her shoulder grazing the doorway as she fell back with a yelp. But rather than bashing her head into the floor, she was caught by warm arms. Strong, firm hands gently lifting her up as Haruta’s face lit up with glee.

“Are you alright, miss?” A smooth voice asked, her head tilting back to look.

“O-Oh! I’m fine! Just misjudged the wa—” Saki’s voice died.

He was pretty. That was her first thought, startled as she was. Tan skin even in the middle of winter and freckles splattered over his sharp features. Eyes like silver but kind under dark strands of loose curls. He wore a plain shirt and likely only because it was a family gathering if the sheer heat he put off was any indication. Still, he smiled down at her, just as flushed as she was.

“I’m glad! Hey, you’re Saki right? Marco said he was bringing a coworker and Thatch said you hadn’t run off yet. It’s nice to meet you! I’m Ace!” Ace grinned. And though Saki was momentarily stunned, her eyes slid away from his bright smile to just past him.

Up in the doorframe was yet another sprig of mistletoe taped to the ceiling.

To her mortification, her immediate thought was to thank Thatch’s persistent desire for chaos—and likely teasing his partner.

“A-Ah… yeah, I’m Saki. There’s uh… above you.” Saki added softly as she righted herself finally to stand properly. Ace had a good handful of inches over her in height and width, his broad shoulders doing her heart no favors. Ace wrinkled his nose in a surprisingly cute gesture before looking up. Freezing in barely restrained, awkward horror. Saki laughed, feeling just about the same as he did.

Oh sure, she wouldn’t mind a cheeky kiss from a handsome man like Ace, but for a first meeting? She certainly wasn’t that bold!

“You can ignore it, you know.” Nikia said suddenly behind them, Saki nearly yelping in shock as she laughed. “Or I could swap with you.” Ace bristled.

“Hell no! Thatch would kick my ass if I tried that!” Ace hissed nervously, suddenly a bit pale. Nikia grinned sharply with plenty of teeth.

“Now, who said I’d kiss you? You fishin’ for something, darlin?” Nikia teased with a wink as Ace flushed, denying it quickly.

“Nope! Don’t you drag me into your shit, either!” Ace protested vehemently. “You’re both instigators, I swear!”

Ace pulled Saki in and—before she could register what he was doing—kissed her.

Now, he probably meant to kiss her cheek.

But that was not what happened.

And Haruta was howling as Ace froze, his lips on hers in a soft press. He smelled faintly of a bonfire, turkey, and cologne. His eyes wide as he realized what had happened, Nikia quick to laugh too as Ace yanked himself back. Saki giggled a little as Ace flailed, trying to apologize.

“Ack!? I-I’m so sorry, I meant to kiss your cheek—the mistletoe—I!” Ace fumbled, face beet red as people nearby laughed at his misfortune.

Although Saki was also a bit embarrassed, she could only laugh as she pulled out her phone and opened her contacts. Handing it to him with a smile.

He looked shocked as he accepted it, seemingly not understanding what she was getting at.

“I wouldn’t mind getting caught with you again… if you don’t mind swapping numbers? We could go for coffee later or… something.” Saki trailed off, aware of how bold of a response that was to a mistake. She could see Thatch lean out of the kitchen, openly eavesdropping with an intensely invested expression. Ace slowly smiling wide in elation.

“Well?! Are you going to keep her in suspense or what?!” Thatch demanded after a moment.

“Yeah, don’t be rude, Ace.” Nikia teased, poking his side as she offered Saki a cup. “Tea. Got to it before someone spiked it with booze.” She murmured as Ace rushed to enter his number. The room erupting in cheers when he handed Saki her phone back.

Saki took a sip of shockingly sweet tea and smiled.

It was more than a little embarrassing, but more than worth it for a kiss and his number.

“So… wanna grab a plate and go outside where there aren’t nosy shits everywhere?!” Ace hissed at the people still watching, including Thatch and Haruta as Nikia had already slipped away. Dragging Thatch back into the kitchen despite his protests.

Saki laughed, putting away her phone and grabbing Ace’s hand.

“I’d love that!” She grinned and Ace pulled her close, guiding her through the crowd and helping her fill her own plate of hot food.

“We’ll be back for dessert.” Ace promised, his own plate piled high with food as he opened the back door onto a large patio.

It was still cold out, the night air lit by dozens and dozens of lights draped across the eaves of the house. But cuddled up next to Ace, Saki felt perfectly warm. The two of them laughing over good food and a promise of something more.

She apologized later to Marco for lowkey ditching him for his brother but he waved her off with an amused expression.

“It was cute. I can’t wait for the pictures to come in so we can all tease Ace about it later.” Marco laughed with a sly glance. “So… you coming to the New Year’s party too?”

“Actually… Ace already invited me.” Saki admitted.

Marco grinned, openly pleased.

“Oh, he’ll never hear the end of it now, yoi~” Marco crowed, Saki laughing along with him.

[firerose18991]

He’s The Boy Next Door

Minors DNI

Info: Boy next door! Eren X Innocent! Reader. Eren returning from college for break, Implied smut at the end, possessive, grooming, dark relationship themes, pet name

A/N: I saw someone mention this. He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. God i love it when I write spontaneously (not proofread). Made with black readers in mind but all are welcome😚

Wrd cnt:753

Eren had been your next door neighbor for your whole life. He was a couple years older than you and used to pick on you all throughout your elementary and middle school years. Oddly though, the two of you were attached at the hip. Even if he was a brute you were his plaything alone. So come time of your graduation obviously he was expecting you to attend the same college as him so he could keep watch over you (Your parents even suggested such). To everyone else Eren was the sweetest, most responsible kid on the block.

Your father called him “ a real hard worker” and he was the pride of his own father as well. So when you decided to take a gap year to get used to life outside of high school and explore your own interests no one was quite happy. Most of all Eren.

He had made numerous pleas to you the summer leading to his Junior year but you never budged and soon enough it was time for him to head back up to Uni.

You had fun by yourself as almost all your friends had gone off to college as well. You never knew the fall season was so beautiful until you saw it without the numbing guise of cramming for midterms. You explored your small town, chatted with people and often found yourself frequenting a small cafe with a cute barista. When the days were slow you and them would chat until the sun was low and then you’d bid them farewell. More often than not the place was empty as everyone was at work. The season changed rapidly and in no time it was time for thanksgiving. Eren was returning home to be with his family for a week's time.

Once your parents heard he was coming down they invited the whole family over for some dinner and games. You found yourself sitting across from Eren at the dinner table. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to Eren being away for the semester and reconnecting when he came back, but this time the air was tense. He kept a striking gaze on you the whole night, despite keeping up conversation with the folks. When the dinner was over you excuse yourself before the games were brought out, not being able to take any more of him boring into your soul.

Of course he followed you upstairs, of course your parents allowed it. Not only was Eren a “good boy”, but you were an adult now. He pushed the door open right as you were about to shut it behind you.

“Um hey Eren…You need something?”

He just strolled into your room casually, not even replying.

“Listen, I’m a little tired. So can you head back down?” You asked, watching him survey your room.

“How’s the fall treating you (Y/N)” He asked randomly after a while of checking out your room.

“It’s fine. Can you go back down, we'll talk tomorrow.” You were growing more impatient by the second.

“What, all of a sudden you can’t sleep when I’m in the room? We used to share the bed when we were kids.” He plopped down onto your bed and got comfortable spreading himself across most of the surface.

“Besides you’ve been whoring around all season, It can’t be that bad to have me here.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You snapped in shock.

“My girl ‘s been talking to all the guys in the town, they all got a thing for you, I just assumed you were screwing them.” Eren laughed as you flinched at the crude remark.

“Whatever those losers have to say about me is a lie. I was just being nice.” You felt tears sting at your eyes from the accusations

“Then come be nice to me too.” Eren patted the small area of bed left behind.

You obliged approaching your bed and sitting between him and your nightstand

“You’re such an asshole sometimes.” You felt two tears stream down your cheeks.

“M’sorry baby. I just wanted to make sure you’re still my flower.” Eren pulled your face to his to press a kiss onto your cheek.

“Don’t be too mad with me. It would be alot easier for me to believe you if you were up on campus with me next semester.” He pulled you further onto the bed.

“Eren I don’t like being held down by school, I barely made it out of high school, I’d just waste my parents money.”

Eren hummed in agreement. “How about just staying up there with me in my apartment? My parents think I don’t know they're getting me one to stay in till I graduate. But when they do, you should come with me.”

“Um okay.” You said hesitantly

“That’s my flower.” He pulled you in for a kiss on the lips this time and worked you down onto the bed.

-firerose

[all-the-things-2020]

Deeds Not Less Valiant - Chapter Six

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC (Tala Pavan)

Rating: PG

Summary: Din and Tala attend a soirée at Greef’s palace.

Word count: 3800+

Notes: Slowly but surely, these two are realizing they have feelings for each other. Din is awkward but he tries. Grogu gets to hang out with IG-11.

It was two weeks before Din and Grogu got back to Tala’s place. First came a call from Carson Teva asking for help tracking down a former Imperial officer who had “disappeared” from his post on Dantooine after completing rehabilitation. Din found him in the Hada Spaceport on Vina where he was helping former Imperials infiltrate a variety of New Republic locations by forging IDs and credentials. After delivering him to Teva, they were on their way back to Nevarro when a random encounter with a small pirate craft resulted in some minor damage to the Krayt that required a detour to Tatooine to visit Peli’s maintenance facility. This led to an invitation from Boba Fett to join him at a meeting to remind the Hutts that he was — and would remain — the daimyo of Mos Espa. By the time they returned to Nevarro, it was long past Benduday.

“It’s fine,” Tala had said when Din commed her from Tattooine. It was voice-only, not holographic, so he had only her tone to judge by, but she seemed to understand. “You have to work. I’ll see you next week.”

“Do you really think she’s okay?,” he asked Grogu when the comm link ended.

“Ya.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Ya,” Grogu said firmly, reaching over from the co-pilot’s seat to pat Din’s arm. 

It helped, but the idea that Tala might be upset still nagged at him like a sore tooth. Objectively, he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, at least until they got back to Nevarro, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. He didn’t want to lose this friendship, or whatever it was. Tala had become too important to him.

When he dropped Grogu off, he noticed that Tala was wearing a new shirt. It was a very flattering shade of blue and had embroidered details along the hem and neckline. She also had her hair done in a loose braid that flowed softly but neatly along the left side of her neck. 

She smiled at him and Din felt the knot of uneasiness inside of him loosen a little. Grogu squirmed out of his carry bag and bounced into Tala’s arms, babbling away. “Sorry we missed last week,” Din said. “I’m sure Grogu is already telling you all about it.”

“He is,” she said. “And you’d better get to your meeting. There will be plenty of time to chat afterward.”

Din nodded. “Yes. And … I like your new shirt.”

As he walked away from Tala’s door, he shook his head. I like your shirt? Maybe he was in over his head. Maybe he should talk to Greef.

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“You seem distracted, Mando,” Greef said after he’d gone over the minor points of business that made up their weekly “briefing.” It really wasn’t necessary but it was an excuse for Greef to sit back and enjoy the company of a friend who wasn’t on the take. The moment he’d taken on the mantle of High Magistrate, folks had started coming out of the woodwork, asking for favors and offering their services (at a good price). Mando wasn’t like that. He was willing to help if Greef needed it but never asked for anything in return. Which was why Greef wanted to keep him around. It was good to have an ally who was simply that: an ally.

Mando sat back in his chair. “I am … having some personal difficulties,” he said slowly. 

“What’s her name?”

Mando’s helmet swiveled in surprise. “How …?”

Greef laughed. “It’s always a woman,” he said. “Or a man, as the case may be. Look, friend, I know you are a great warrior and an excellent tactician but the battlefield of the heart is something else entirely. You can’t rely on blasters or flamethrowers and fancy armor to protect you. So tell me … who is she and what’s the problem?”

“Her name is Tala,” Mando said. “She watches Grogu for me. She can talk to him telepathically, but I don’t know how to talk to her. We talk about Grogu, of course, that’s easy. But … for example, today she was wearing a new shirt. And her hair was different. So I said ‘I like your shirt.’” He shook his head. “I felt like an idiot. I’m not even sure I want to be more than friends with her, but I do know that ‘I like your shirt’ isn’t the right thing to say.”

Greef leaned back. “Women like to be appreciated,” he said. “So do men, of course, but women more so. Compliments will go a long way and they don’t have to be extravagant. Next time, say something about the shirt. Maybe how the color brings out her eyes. Notice the little details. And bring her a small gift. Nothing fancy. Just a little something: a food she’s mentioned she likes, an accessory in a color she wears often, anything that you can say ‘I saw this and thought of you’.”

He could tell the gears were working inside Mando’s helmet. This was an entirely new side of him and Greef was amused by it. He’d thought perhaps there was something between Mando and that Bo-Katan woman, but clearly he’d been wrong. Who would have thought Mando was the type to fall for the babysitter? 

“Look, I’m having a little gathering this week, to welcome the delegation from Drosi. They just might sign a trade agreement and I want to show them that Nevarro isn’t some backwater skug hole. Why don’t you bring your lady friend? I’ll see if IG-11 can watch the kid.”

“I’m not much for parties,” Mando said.

“It’s a work function,” Greef said. “We need to show these folks that we are a respectable community where they can do business without worrying about the more sordid element.”

Mando tipped his head to the side. “Like bounty hunters?”

Greef held up his hands. “You’re legit now, working for the New Republic and the government of Mandalore. We just won’t mention your ties to Boba Fett. Come on, Mando, you help me out by shmoozing with the Drosi delegation a little, and I’ll help you out with your lady. Deal?”

Mando sat very still for a moment. “Deal,” he said.

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“Did you have a good meeting with the High Magistrate?” Din seemed slightly off balance when he returned. Tala hoped nothing was wrong.

“Yes,” he replied. “We, um, discussed an upcoming event. A … cocktail party for the Drosi delegation.”

Grogu’s ears pricked up and Tala suppressed a smile. “That doesn’t sound like your kind of thing, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

“It’s not,” Din said. “I’m … not comfortable in social situations like that. Which is why … well, I thought, maybe … if you’re available …”

“Yes, I can watch Grogu,” she said. “You don’t need to be keeping track of him and worrying about making a good impression.”

“No, I meant … would you go with me? IG-11 can watch Grogu while we’re at the party and I’d … I’d be more comfortable if I had someone with me that I know and trust. Greef will be busy and …”

“I’d love to go,” she said. Din was adorably awkward but she felt she had to put him out of his misery quickly. “I don’t have much of a social life here on Nevarro, mostly just work and Neeli and you two. I don’t go out much. Which is fine, but …” Now who’s rambling awkwardly?

“Good,” Din said. “I mean, good that you’ll go, not good that you don’t have a social life … I don’t have one either.”

Grogu had been watching the conversation, his head swiveling back and forth like a spectator at a flimball match. :I like IG-11. Maybe we can ride a speeder bike!:

“Grogu likes the idea,” Tala said. “He likes IG-11 and wants to ride a speeder bike.”

Din tilted his head. “No speeder bikes,” he said firmly. “You’ll stay in Greef’s palace the whole time.” Grogu’s ears drooped. “But maybe we can take a bike out later in the week.” 

:Yes! I like to go fast.: The ears went back up.

“So, when is this party and what should I wear?”

Even with the helmet on, Tala could tell Din wore the same expression as a womp rat caught in the headlights of a speeder. “Um, I didn’t ask about a dress code,” he stammered. 

Tala ran her eyes up and down his armor. “Obviously it doesn’t apply to you,” she said. “I know what you’ll be wearing. But I need to know if I have to buy a new dress.”

Din’s hand clenched and unclenched. “I — I don’t know,” he said, miserably.

Tala laid her hand on his arm. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll wear my green dress. It’s nice enough to pass for formal wear but not too fancy, in case the vibe is more informal. Besides, no one will be looking at me if you’re next to me in that shiny armor.” She smiled at him and she felt him relax a bit, the tension in his muscles uncoiling beneath her hand. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “I’m not good at all this.”

“You’re doing fine,” she assured him. 

“Ya,” said Grogu. :Dad says he doesn’t like people but he does:

:I understand. People are tricky sometimes. Unless you know them and like them:

:Dad likes you. I’m not supposed to tell you.:

:I like him, too.: 

There was something about Din that appealed to her. She hadn’t felt this way about anyone since Rix, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to go down that road again, but dank farrik, she liked him. Even if they were destined to just remain friends, she was going to see it through. 

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The High Magistrate’s palace was the largest building in town. Tala had seen it many times but had never set foot inside. As she walked beside Din, Grogu informed her of everything they passed along the way, gesturing from his carry bag. :That’s the school. I had cookies there! Greef lives in the big place. He has a spinny chair. And snacks on the desk. Once, the little guys were trying to fix IG-11 and his head wasn’t working and they made it so I could drive him and I could say YES and NO in a big voice.:

“Grogu has a lot of good memories in this town,” she said. Din’s step slowed a bit. 

“I’m glad of that,” he said. “I hope they outweigh the bad ones.”

Grogu’s ears drooped. :I don’t like to think about the Bad Men. There was a fire. And Dad got hurt. But IG made him better. Before he blew up.:

“We’ll make some more good memories tonight,” Tala said. “You’ll have to tell us all about what you and IG-11 get up to, and we’ll tell you about all the people at the party.”

Grogu’s ears rose a bit. :And save me some snacks?:

“Definitely save you some snacks,” Tala laughed, patting her bag. It was a slim crossbody but surprisingly capacious. Perhaps not exactly appropriate for a cocktail party, but she had promised Grogu she would get him some samples of the food, once he’d realized he was not going to have access to all the snacks at the party.

They arrived at the doors and were greeted by a protocol droid. “Welcome, Master Djarin,” it said. “IG-11 is waiting in the guard room to take charge of Master Grogu. And then you and your guest can proceed upstairs to the ballroom.”

“Thank you,” Din said. He turned down a narrow hallway and tapped the lock pad of the first door on the right. It slid open to reveal Marshall IG-11, a repurposed assassin droid who Tala had seen patrolling the town many times, but had never met.

“Good evening,” IG said. Grogu scrambled out of his bag and jumped into IG’s hands. “You seem to have grown a bit, Grogu. I detect slightly more weight.”

“That’s because he eats like a bantha,” Din said. He handed IG a pouch. “Here are some snacks in case he decides he’s starving, but he’s had his dinner already, so he should be fine.” He tilted his head at Grogu. “Listen to IG and behave yourself. Tala and I will be back down in a couple of hours.”

“Ya,” Grogu nodded. 

“Enjoy your evening,” IG said. “Grogu is in good hands.”

“Bye!” Grogu said, waving his hand.

Tala and Din looked at each other. 

“Did he …?” 

“Yeah.”

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The ballroom was brightly lit and Din adjusted the filter on his helmet. Poor Tala could only squint as her eyes adjusted to the glare. 

“Mando!” Greef came sweeping across the room, his red robes trailing majestically behind him, arms wide. “And this must be Tala.” He took Tala’s hand and bowed over it, kissing the back lightly. “I’ve heard so much about you. You look lovely, my dear.”

It was true. When she’d opened her door, Din had been at a loss for words. Her green dress was simple but elegant, and fitted her very, very well. He’d had some thoughts that were not exactly appropriate to have about a friend. And her hair … she usually kept it braided or tied back, but tonight it fell in loose waves around her face. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, High Magistrate.”

“Please, call me Greef. Any friend of Mando’s is a friend of mine.”

Din knew he should say something, but his mouth wouldn’t work. Tala was so pretty, and Greef was so charming … what could he add to the conversation? Nothing. 

Tala smiled at Greef. “It’s good to have friends in high places.”

“Oh, Mando only moves in the highest circles,” Greef said. “New Republic officers, queen of Mandalore … me.”

“Lady Bo-Katan isn’t our queen,” Din blurted out. “She’s the leader of our people, but …” Greef gave a little shake of his head and a look that clearly said Shut Up, Mando.

“I’m sorry, we’re not here to talk about Mandalore. We’re here to support Greef and the future of Nevarro.”

“Well said, my friend,” Greef said, clapping him on the back. Din hated when people did that, but he’d learned to tolerate it from Greef, who was as demonstrative as Din was reserved. “And on that note, I should continue to mingle. Please, enjoy yourselves!”

“He seems nice,” Tala said after Greef had moved on. “A bit over the top, but I suppose you have to be if you’re in politics.” She tucked her arm in the crook of his elbow. “Well, shall we make the rounds?” 

All Din could do was nod.

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Tala could feel the smile plastered on her face starting to crack. The party was one of those smile-and-nod affairs, where she didn’t know anyone but needed to look happy to be there. She was the ornament dangling off the arm of the person who needed to be there, a position she was familiar with after all those faculty soirées she’d gone to with Rix. Only this time, she didn’t feel superfluous. Din needed her, to help him over the awkward moments when someone said it was rude of him not to remove his helmet; when a pompous Drosi man wondered aloud why the High Magistrate’s bodyguard was allowed to act like a guest; when a dubious comment about Mandalore made Din involuntarily reach for his blaster.

“I hate this,” he muttered when Tala steered him toward the edge of the ballroom. 

“I know,” she said. “But it’s for Greef, and Nevarro. Just keep telling yourself that.”

“They’re rude,” Din said. “Three different men have leered at you, that one woman said your dress was ‘quaint’ and every single one of them has been laughing at Greef behind his back.”

“I’m sure Greef knows it,” she said. “He’s played this game before.”

“So have you,” Din said. “I’m impressed.”

“I used to have to go to things like this a lot,” she said. “Remember I told you I knew a linguist? He was a student at the university on my planet. He wanted to work there after he completed his degrees, so he went to a lot of parties and mixers. Boring as hell, but he needed to do it, and I learned how to make small talk and look pretty and inoffensive so he could shine.”

“You deserved better than that,” Din said. 

Tala shrugged. “I didn’t mind. Rix knew it was all a load of bantha crap, and we made fun of everyone on our way home. It was a part we both had to play. He was the brilliant young scholar, I was the pretty young thing who was awed by the intellectuals around me … he knew I was just as smart as any of them.” She smiled a little. Rix had been a good guy. He hadn’t deserved what he’d gotten.

Din laid his hand on her arm. “You miss him,” he said softly.

“I miss a lot of people.” She shook her head to rid it of the past. “Like Grogu. Do you think we’ve been here long enough?”

“Definitely,” Din said. He scanned the room. “It looks like Greef is unoccupied at the moment. Let’s say our goodbyes.”

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I am never attending one of these again, Din thought as they left the ballroom. It had been nice at first, to have Tala on his arm, a comforting presence by his side. After the first few conversations, though, he wanted to scream. Mandalorians were so much more straightforward. If you disagreed with someone, you told them. You argued, you fought, and then it was over. Or not. But it wasn’t disguised behind fake smiles and backhanded compliments. There were no whispers and judgmental looks. Of course, there was always the risk of bloodshed, but physical wounds healed a lot faster than emotional ones, Din had learned.

“That was fun,” Tala said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“No, it wasn’t,” Din. “I’m sorry I asked you to go. You could have had a much more pleasant evening at home with Neeli.”

“I’m not sorry. It was good to spend some time with you in another setting. I’m very fond of Grogu, but grown-up time is nice.” She leaned into him a little more than was necessary. 

“Yes, grown-up time is nice.” He wracked his brain for something clever to say, but her proximity was distracting. “We should do this more often. I mean, not this exactly but … grown-up time.”

“I’d like that,” Tala said. “I’d like to get to know you better, Din. Not just as Grogu’s dad.” He was starting to wonder how strong the punch had been. Tala had only had one cup but she was …

“You’re supposed to flirt back, you know,” she said with a little laugh. “Stars, I know I’m rusty at this, but you’re in need of a full oil bath.”

“I’m not good at droid jokes,” Din replied. “Or flirting. It’s … not in my programming.”

Tala laughed for real. “And you said you weren’t good at droid jokes.” She cocked her head to the side and smiled up at him. “I’ll bet you’re good at flirting, too, if you give yourself the chance.”

“I’ll need to practice. A lot.”

“Fortunately, I’m patient.”

They had reached the guard room and the conversation ended when Grogu tumbled out of the door. “Da! Ta!”

“Hey, kiddo, did you have fun?” Din scooped him up in his arms.

“Ya!” 

“He consumed all the snacks and we played X-Wing Fighter until he regurgitated the snacks,” IG-11 said. 

“Then it’s a good thing I swiped some goodies from the party,” Tala said, patting her bag. “You and your dad can share them when you get home. I felt guilty eating in front of him, but I had to taste test everything.” She winked at Grogu, who giggled. Din smiled. It felt good when people were kind to Grogu. And it felt even better when Grogu responded to their kindness. There had been a time when the child was reserved and hesitant; it made Din’s heart swell with pride to see how far Grogu had come in the time they’d been together.

“Sorry about the mess,” Din said to IG-11. “I should have warned you he can get motion sick if he’s eaten too much.”

“I will be better prepared next time,” the droid said. “At the very least, I will put down a tarp.” His head swiveled toward a damp patch of floor that had been recently mopped. 

Grogu hiccuped, then yawned.

“Let’s get you home to bed, kiddo,” Din said. 

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Grogu was dozing off by the time they reached Tala’s place. “I’d ask you in but …”

Din nodded. “It’s past his bedtime,” he said softly. “Thank you again for coming with me. Next time we’ll do something more enjoyable.”

Tala leaned against the wall. “Tonight was enjoyable,” she said. “Because I was with you.” She slipped the bag off her shoulder. “Here. You can bring the bag back later. Enjoy the food. Have a little party of your own with Grogu.”

As Din reached out for the bag with his free hand, she couldn’t resist letting her fingers linger on his. Even through the leather gloves, she could feel his warmth and strength. Slow down, Tala. He’s going to take a lot longer to get there than you are. Don’t push him.

“Th-thank you,” Din said. “For everything. And we’ll see you on Benduday.”

“Good night, Din. Good night, Grogu.” She touched the child lightly on the head and he snuggled a bit closer to Din. 

“Good night,” Din said. There was a hint of wistfulness in his voice. He’s lonely, she realized. He had Grogu but otherwise, he was alone, the only Mandlalorian on the planet, trapped behind the walls of his armor and his Creed. Whoa, that punch must have been strong. Or maybe her abilities were growing stronger from being around Grogu. Some folks in her home valley were empaths as well as telepaths, able to sense the emotions of others, even if they weren’t Force-sensitive. 

She laid her hand on Din’s arm before he turned away. “You don’t have to wait until Benduday to stop by,” she said. “You’re both welcome any time.”

Din covered her hand briefly with his. “I know,” he said. 

Tala watched him walk away, her bag swinging from his shoulder and Grogu nestled in the crook of his arm. Then she took a deep breath and went inside, where Neeli demanded a treat and some pets. “Am I making a mistake?” The tooka purred and flicked an ear in her direction. “I don’t want to get hurt again. But I sense something in him. He’s worth it, don’t you think?”

Neeli slowly blinked her golden eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Tala said.

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In a non self ship update, Ani has been sending me spicy/flirty basically sexts all day he’s so in trouble when I get a hold of him. He’s not having a great mental health day so I won’t see him until Saturday or Sunday but he made sure to get me worked up. He still hasn’t decided if he’ll come to my birthday party I don’t know if party is the right word if a max of three people show up but maybe he will? It would certainly be nice having both the people I care about celebrate turning 800 million. I wish you lovelies could come celebrate with me. 🩷 I understand if he’s uncomfortable though he and my partner have never met so it’s an awkward situation. Hilariously after chatting with Ani I got an ad for an Anakin statue on Facebook and I thought it was very funny and apropos. I have a busy week of stupid lab work and doctor’s appointments next week before my actual bday on Friday, and we still haven’t booked anything yet. We’re planning on doing a Vegas in Detroit weekend because we can’t afford to go to Vegas and I’ve wanted to go for years so we’re doing the next best thing and going to the casino in downtown and staying the night if we can find boarding accommodations for Denny. I know some of you are like “Sol you’ve had months to plan this” yes we have but we had to save up money and get Denny up to date on his vaccines to be able to board him so we can’t book anywhere until tomorrow afternoon after his vet annual. So it’s all kind of last minute. Hopefully we’ll find someplace and if not we’ll just have a quiet birthday at home, my big plans for my 25th heart transplant anniversary never went anywhere so it wouldn’t really surprise me if my milestone bday doesn’t work out either my bday rarely goes well but that’s just life I guess. Either way we should still be able to have a nice dinner which is what I’m really excited about, even though I can’t eat a lot anymore. I’m only 35-40 mins from the casino so really I can go anytime if it doesn’t work out I just thought it’d be fun to have an irresponsible staycation somewhere fancy. I just wanted us all to have a fun time but I suppose we’ll see what the universe has in store for us. I really never thought I’d see this bday as I was supposed to die as a kid so it’s kind of a huge deal I just hope it’s a fun one, my last big milestone bday was my worst ever (long story short my Mother and I had a very toxic relationship at the time, she got shit faced insisted it was her bday and ruined the whole occasion) so as long as it’s better than that we’ll be good. I unofficially celebrated my bday when I was with my family earlier this week and had my favorite cake but much to my dismay my nephews were not fans of it but they loved my cooking and begged my brother to get lessons from me so that was nice. How do an 8 and 10 year old not like a caramel chocolate cake?! I guess the pecans were the problem they don’t have allergies they just don’t like nuts I guess. They’re very picky and light eaters but I guess that’s expected at that age, hell I’m a billion and am still very picky but it’s a texture issue for me not a taste one. All in all the visit was successful but my partner never got a chance to tell their Mom they’re nonbinary and use they/them pronouns and have a new name. The drive was awful, we got a speeding ticket on the way to my partner’s Mom’s and had insane traffic and weather driving back from my folks in Florida, turns out Denny barks incessantly when the windshield wipers are on 😭 We made it safely though so that’s what’s most important, I haven’t made any weight loss progress though because of all the holiday food and lack of exercise. No excuses now that my routine is back to normal, back to the elliptical and healthy foods. Just figured I’d update you lovelies on what’s going on with me, I’ll post later in the week after my cardiologist appointment to keep y’all up to date with that too. Sending lots of love.

XOXO

Sol

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The Littlest Things (part 2)

(original post https://www.tumblr.com/fantasticnic/721940076248072192/the-littlest-things ) Over the next weeks Katsuki got stronger and Izuku nursed him back to health, the two were hardly ever apart, Izuku would only leave to go out and check on his fairy brethren who were taking care of the farm.

 One day when Katsuki was finally back at full health Izuku flew around the room with a wide smile upon his face, "Kacchan, are you ready? Are you ready to meet my friends?"

Katsuki chuckled as he pulled his coat on, "I'll meet your friends," he shook his head, "but what if they don't like me like you do?"

Izuku stopped zooming around the room and hovered in front of Katsuki's face placing a small hand on his cheek, "while it is true that they won't like you as I do, that doesn't mean they won't like you. I feel ways about you I can never fully explain, they will surely adore you and want to be your friend."

Katsuki furrowed his brow, "do you not like me and want to be my friend?"

Izuku's cheeks flushed as he looked downward, "I accept your friendship, for that is all we can have. We are greatly different, but if I thought for a moment that you would give this life up..." he looked around the tidy cabin, "I would offer you so much more than friendship." Before Katsuki could process what he had said Izuku grabbed him by the collar and began tugging him toward the door, "Now hurry Kacchaan, everyone is surely waiting on us!"

Katsuki had to speed walk to keep up with the fairy as he flew out the door and through the field toward the barn, Katsuki was nearly jogging by the time they made it to the doors and entered to see a dozen fae flitting about the barn. Katsuki was breathless, there were so many of them. He watched as the fairies realized they had arrived and slowly gathered around, Izuku landed on Katsuki's shoulder, sitting and placing a hand softly on his cheek. "Everyone, this is my friend Kacchan, or Katsuki. Kacchan, this is everyone."

Katsuki sat patiently though all of the introductions, doing his best to commit all of the names to memory as Izuku explained his relationship to each of the fae folk that had helped keep his farm running during his illness. Katsuki was amazed at just how many of them there were, he had never imagined that he would ever meet one fairy, and here he was in the presence of dozens, all flitting about doing his daily farm chores as if they were nothing. A small group settled near the work bench were Katsuki sat, Izuku explained these were his friends, Kirishima, Mina, Denki, Ochaco, and Shouto. Katsuki felt a pang of jealousy as Izuku laughed and chatted with all of them with an ease he had never experienced. Izuku was truly a social butterfly and his friends were all so nice.

 They truly welcomed him into the group, he felt like he belonged, if only he weren't six feet tall ... if only he actually fit in. All of the happiness he felt was laced with an underlying sadness. He just wanted to feel happy but no matter what happened in his life it always ended up like this. He felt himself grow quiet.

 Before long he stopped talking completely. Izuku didn't take long to notice and gave him a gentle smile excusing them from his friends for the evening explaining Kacchan still needed his rest. Katsuki and Izuku made their way back to the cabin together in silence.

 Izuku perched near Katsuki as he sat on the bed, "Would you like to talk about it?"

Katsuki's head hung low, "I loved them. All of them."

 "What's wrong then?" Izuku asked softly?"

Why can't I be like you?" Katsuki's voice nearly broke, "Why am I always on the outside looking in? Why don't I ever get to belong?"

Izuku wasted no time in flying to Katsuki's side, hovering near his face and wiping at the tear that threatened to spill, "Oh Kacchan, you fit in just fine."

"You know what I mean." he sighed, "For the first time in forever I felt like part of the group, I felt accepted, only to realize I can never truly be part of that group. They can visit and talk to me, but I will always be some giant. I will always be a danger to you."

Izuku shushed him and gently rested his forehead against Katsuki's cheek, "I don't know if you realize what you are saying. What that would mean. What you would be giving up."

Katsuki's eyes widened, "What do you mean 'giving up'? Is there something we could do?"

Izuku pulled back and looked into his crimson watery eyes, "Kacchan, you were given this life for a reason, I could never be so selfish as to ask you to give that up."

"What if I want to be selfish?" Katsuki demanded, "Is there a way for me to hold you?"

Izuku landed in his hand, "you're holding me now."

Katsuki chuckled darkly, "that's not what I mean, I want to /hold/ you."

Izuku blushed. "What about the farm? Who would take care of the farm?"

"I could have it taken care of by morning, please, be honest with me. /Tell me/ is there something you can do?" Katsuki pleaded. Izuku pressed his lips together firmly before speaking, "There might be something I can do but Kacchan I need you to understand that if it works there is no going back. You would change forever, be like me forever. You would give up this life and all the people you know...I was never supposed to get to know you or introduce you to my people...and now to change you would be a major decision."

Katsuki hit his knees nearly sending Izuku flying, "Izuku please, I am begging you, let me be with you. Let me truly be with you." the room grew silent and tense before he whispered, "let me love you."

Izuku cracked out a loud sob, and backed up toward the door, "Ok, Kacchan....let me talk to someone and see if I can get what I need... you get someone that can take over the farm and I will meet you back here when I have answers. I can't make any promises...just...wait for me" and with that he flew off into the night. 

The next week crawled by at a painfully slow pace for Katuski, he sold his farm for $100 to a man in town with the agreement that he could camp at the far end of the property as long as he needed. So that is where Katsuki stayed in his thin nylon tent, huddled in fleece blankets trying to stave of the harsh temperatures all around him as he waited for Izuku to come back. 

He prayed Izuku would actually come back. In the first few days it was easier to keep hope, but now eight days in he was starting to waver. He hugged his blankets closer and hoped that Izuku would even know where to look for him if he did come back, he hadn't actually thought much about how Izuku might figure things out when he got back.

 Another harsh wind shook the tent so brutally that Katsuki hadn't noticed the tent zipper slide open and a tiny head of green curls peek inside. Once Izuku saw him he rushed inside, hugging against Katsuki's cheek and calling out to him, "Kacchan! There you are"

Katsuki was filled with warmth as he gently patted the back of the small fairy as he tried to sit up in the confined space, he looked down at Izuku, bundled in his own woolen coats with a large backpack strapped to him and another large back that he had dropped near the tent flap. "I missed you," Katsuki whispered."

"I was worried when I couldn't find you at the cabin, there were other men there," Izuku informed him, "I happened to catch sight of the tent as I was leaving and decided to check it out."

"Oh, the cabin isn't mine anymore, I sold the farm." Katsuki gave a halfhearted chuckle, "I hoped you'd be able to find me."

"You sold the farm?!" Izuku fell back on his butt. "I told you I was going to give up everything for you, I needed to make sure I had my ducks in a row when you came back." Katsuki gestured toward a rucksack in the corner, "that's all my stuff there."

"Kacchan," Izuku scolded, "what if.... what if I didn't figure things out..."

 "Did you?" he asked cautiously.

 "Kacchan," Izuku whined, "What I have is not 100%, what if it doesn't work, you don't have a life to go back to now."

"It wasn't much of a life anyway, nerd," Katsuki shrugged, "now show me what you've got."

Izuku stood up and retrieved the bag he had left near the tent entrance, he carefully opened it and pulled out a vial that was nearly as large as his body, it must have been a feat to transport so far. Inside the vial was a deep green viscous fluid with an iridescence to it. Katsuki wasn't going to lie, it did not look appetizing in the least. Izuku held out the vial and gave a meek smile, "this is it, If you drink this and spend the night out under the full moon tonight it should work. It's been known to work twice among my people, no record of now many times it has failed." Katsuki took the vial and didn't hesitate, he popped the cork and drank the bitter fluid, cringing down to his core with a full body shiver as Izuku called out to him. He hook off the distaste and looked over at the tent flap toward the bitter cold winds it was barely holding back.

 "Does /under the full moon/ mean /directly under/?"

Izuku shrugged, "honestly I don't know, things like this weren't written with tents and houses in mind. I am sure if you stay in the tent it will be fine. "

"Nope," Katsuki crawled toward the opening, "I am not taking any chances,"

"Wait!" Izuku flew after him.

Katsuki made it outside and curled up in the deep upkept grass of the fence line, tucking his face in his coat, "Get back inside Izuku, I'll rough it out here and wake you in the morning. No need for us both to freeze."

Izuku huffed, "no need for either of us to freeze! this is ridiculous!"

"I am not sleeping in a tent for this not to work and doing it again in a month! Get your little ass back in the warmth and I will wake you in the morning," Katsuki grumbled.

Izuku stomped over, pushing himself into Katsuki's collar, "I am not leaving you out here alone, deal with it Katsuki."

The two shivered together in the freezing night together until they somehow drifted off to sleep....

"Kacchan.... Kacchan" Izuku called softly. "Kacchan."Katsuki burrowed his face deeper into the fabric trying to seek out warmth against the crisp breeze on his face. 

" 's cold, Deku"

"Kacchan, wake up," Izuku pleaded.

Katsuki blinked against the bright light blaring against his eyes and he remembered why he had been sleeping outside in the first place, the vial...the magic...his body...he sent to sit up and the fabric on his face fell away and he was cold all over. It only took him a split second to pull his scarf back to his body to cover all of him. All of his tiny body. It had worked. Izuku was smiling next to him holding out his backpack, "I brought you some clothes, I hope they fit"

 Katsuki blushed to the tips of his ears, "Can you turn around so I can change, I am completely naked over here!"

Izuku chuckled and turned around for Katsuki to change, ignoring the muttering and grumblings of the blonde as he pulled on the ill fitting clothing. They could surely find something better for him later. Before Izuku could call out to find out if he had finished changing a hand clamped down on his shoulder and whirled him around. Katsuki pulled him into a firm hug and pressed his lips against his. Izuku squeaked in surprise and Katsuki gave a dark chuckle, "I've been waiting to do that forever."