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lvrrgirlll · 4 months ago

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Tolerate It (series)

Synopsis: Life as Patrick Zweig’s controversially young girlfriend should have been a dream, but it was anything but. He was a broken man. You were a girl who knew all too well. Who’s to say whether you’ve got it wrong now…

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Paring: Patrick Zweig x reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: smut, oral sex fem!receiving, p in v, bit of possessiveness, implied that reader is female, age gap relationship, angst, references to cheating, mentions of sending nudes

Notes: Thank you all so much for the love on the last part!!! Trust I have a vision for this story long term, I promise…we just gotta let it cook! As always, enjoy! :)

Previous part

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Part 2: Bloom and Grow

2019:

Since the whirlwind night you spent with Patrick, the two of you had become somewhat inseparable. He spent the rest of his time in New Rochelle staying in your apartment when he wasn’t playing. He broke it off with all the others he had been seeing casually at your request to try to see where this went. He wasn’t opposed. He didn’t have many better options anyways.

He continued with tour for a bit, still broke, but with some support now from you. It helped that you liked to spoil him. Not that you were in much of a place to, but you didn’t mind helping him out financially here and there. You understood it was hard on tour and he needed to make ends meet in between matches. He felt like such a failure, though. A washed up, 32-year-old tennis player dating an 18-year-old college student…a 32-year-old man paying for shit with money from his 18-year-old girlfriend. He was grateful for you; so sweet and good to him, but it didn’t change the fact that he was embarrassed.

“Class earlier was stupid, I mean, a lot of it is just a waste of my time really. They’re teaching me shit I already know…” you complained to Patrick on the phone. He murmured half-hearted ‘damn’s and ‘sorry’s in response, but you could hear his exhaustion through the phone. “Pat, you okay? You sound tired…we can talk later if you want.”

“No, no. Don’t worry, baby. Just had some bad matches today, that’s all. Doesn’t usually happen to me…” he chuckled sarcastically “you could say my ego’s a little bruised.” A frown crossed your face, but, of course, he couldn’t see your expression through the phone.

“I’m sorry about that…you work so hard. I’m sure tomorrow’ll be better,” you attempted to reassure him, hoping it’d at least make him feel like someone was in his corner. “Did I mention I’m out of school next week. It’s our fall break. I could come visit you on tour?” He was quiet for a moment before replying.

“You didn’t mention that actually…that’d be nice. I won’t be far, actually. The match is in the city…I could stay with you and commute?” He seemed to perk up at the idea of seeing each other in person again. After all, phone sex could only go so far.

“I’d love that,” you replied simply. It’d be nice to be with him again. You’d been missing him more than you’d let on.

Your relationship was an interesting one. The dynamic was odd. He clearly held more authority, being 32 after all, but you were the one with a more stable lifestyle. He also didn’t have anyone to tell about your relationship, nor did he really see a need to. On the flip side, you were so excited about dating such a man, but you didn’t want to tell anyone for fear of judgment at the age difference between the two of you and for fear that, him being a very minorly famous tennis player, you could garner him some sort of bad reputation he didn’t want. Of course, Patrick knew better, crucially aware of the fact that his fame in the tennis world had long faded. But he found it cute how you saw so much in him. Maybe he could do with seeing more of that in himself.

2029:

“Mrs. Zweig! A comment please, how do you feel about your husband’s retirement after such a long career?”

Cameras flashed between a somewhat uncomfortable silence as you thought over your answer, considering the conversation you and Patrick had had about this interview hours before.

“I’m very proud of him. He’s been playing a long time and has gotten to a point of success that we both feel accomplished in. I think now it’s time to focus more on living life and being normal people.” You spoke in reply. It was a bit off the cuff, but was close enough to what you had rehearsed.

“Mr. Zweig! You made your way back to a grand slam just a few months ago, how can you justify retiring when you’re on such a career high?”

A certain look flashed across Patrick’s eyes. None of them would catch it, but you did. ‘He doesn’t really want to retire,’ you thought.

“It’s uh- well…to be honest, I’m getting old,” he chuckled a bit, trying to seem informal “and I’d like to be able to spend more time on my family.” All the words were there, but his heart wasn’t exactly in it. He was a tennis player, after all, not an actor.

You knew he didn’t want any of this. Was doing it because it was this or your marriage would fall apart. And he couldn’t take that after everything you’d both been through.

2019:

Months had passed, and you and Patrick were surprisingly still going strong. He didn’t call as often, and neither did you, busy with finals, but you texted enough and you knew he missed you. He told you so. It was your two’s recent fixation…he’d say he missed you, you’d ask how much, he’d say “so much” with a frowny emoji, and then you’d send him a picture of your tits. He also tended to reply about 10 minutes after that with a brief “thanks.”

When he did call, it was a lot of the same. Tons of ‘I miss you’s and ‘wish I were there’s, which you found sweet. Maybe you were a bit foolish, but you were 18 after all.

He visited in December to celebrate the holidays before you went home for your real break. The visit was nice. In not seeing him for some time, you realized just how much you had missed him too.

“I’ll have to start asking you for pictures…” you mentioned half jokingly to him.

“Yeah baby? You miss me that much?” He asked cockily, looking at you with a shit eating grin. You both made out for a bit, pulling away occasionally to talk more about your respective lives or remark how much you’ve been longing to be together again, when suddenly Patrick’s phone buzzed.

It didn’t concern you, really. Phone’s buzz all the time. It was his reaction when he glanced at it that concerned you. It buzzed again…and again…and again. The fact that he wasn’t checking it after the first glance had you more worked up.

“Are you gonna check on that…?” You asked, worry seeping through your voice.

“It’s nothing- just my coach. Don’t worry.” He answered smoothly, running his fingers through your hair. This excuse, however, was more concerning than anything. You knew he didn’t have a coach…he couldn’t afford one. He must’ve let the fact that you knew that slip his mind in his time away.

You chose to ignore it and pretend to believe him, smiling then and kissing him again. “Missed this so much…” he whispered in between kisses. His hands found themselves tugging at the hem of your shirt as he broke the kiss, looking into your eyes with that same darkness you saw that first night. You nodded, a silent agreement, at which he pulled your shirt above your head, marveling at you. You reach back to take off your bra, smiling up at him, half because you genuinely had missed this, and half so as not to let on that you were extremely skeptical of what those messages were. “Missed these too,” he remarks as you are finally fully topless now.

He takes off his clothes in record time, reminded of how irresistible you were, and in need of release now. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy to see such desperation from him. It sort of quelled your racing mind. You reminded yourself that at the end of the day, he was yours, and you were his. You were broken out of your thoughts at the feeling of his lips trailing down your neck. “I need you baby…” he mumbled against your soft skin. ‘That’s good to know,’ you thought to yourself. You let out a sigh, more at your own worries than his words, but you couldn’t deny you were enjoying this regardless. The two of you make your way to your bed, where you first found yourselves months ago, and waste no time.

He trails kisses down your neck to your chest, down your stomach, and finally to your thighs. He looks up at you like a man starved, eyebrows furrowing as he silently begs permission to touch you. He knew he didn’t need to…but that was just how he was. You thought it was gentlemanly; yet another reason you were probably overthinking the messages. You nodded yet again, not in the mood for words for a number of reasons, and he was eager to oblige. Bunching your skirt around your waist, not even bothering to take it off, he pulls your panties to the side, observing your dripping cunt. “She’s so wet for me…you did miss me, huh?” It felt more like he was talking to your pussy than you…but you didn’t mind. He runs a finger through your folds, teasing your needy hole. He leans in, placing gentle kisses around your thighs, but not where you need him most.

“Patrick, please…” you practically moaned, looking down at him hopelessly. You weren’t exactly sure if you were asking him to touch you or to stick by you, but it didn’t matter in the moment. You just knew you needed him. In every sense of it. He looked up at you with a devilish smirk before diving in, his nose brushing against your sensitive clit as his tongue lapped at you. You moaned at the sudden surge of pleasure you felt. This was what you needed. He slurped away, eventually adding one, then another one of his fingers to help finish the job. You felt your high coming quickly, and suddenly something came over you. You weren’t usually like this, but your thoughts had taken over, bleeding into the pleasure you felt. “Pat…,” you asked in between breathless moans.

“Mhmm,” he hummed in response, looking at up you while tonguing your clit. The buzz of his hum was hard to ignore, but you somehow kept your focus.

“I’m yours, right?” You looked at him again with a hopeless expression painted across your features.

“Mhmm,” he hummed again, smirking into your pussy.

You gasped, then replied through your moans. “S- say -fuck- say you’re mine. P- please.” He looked up at you, stopping his work suddenly. His eyes were lidded, as if he was drunk off of you. He offered you a lazy smile, then crawled up from your thighs to prop himself up directly on top of you.

“Baby,” he cooed tenderly, leaning down as if doing a push up to kiss you sweetly, “of course I’m yours. I’m all yours, doll.” He kissed you again, the stubble of his beard scratching you a bit, but in the best way. From this new position, he lined himself up at your entrance, looking down at you. “Y’ready for me?”

“I’m all yours, Patrick…” you whispered in response. That was enough for him, then slamming his hips into you at a rigorous pace. Pleasure like this was a lot to handle, you weren’t used to him, since he’d been gone so long, but this was exactly what you had been craving. His gaze didn’t waver from you, as he thrust in and out, maintaining eye contact as you fell apart beneath him, reaching your high as that invisible coil in your stomach snapped. “Oh- fuck, I’m yours Patrick…all yours- fuck.”

His release came not long after yours, pulling out and pumping himself onto your stomach with a smooth grin gracing his face. He collapsed beside you for a moment, catching his breath before getting up to go get a washcloth. “Here you go baby, lemme clean you up,” he murmured, wiping the warm, damp washcloth across your stomach and thighs. “I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick…wanna join?” He smirked at you, eyes hopeful, but you shook your head. You were tired anyways. And an unknown answer to a question was still lingering in your mind…

“All right beautiful, I’ll be out soon,” he said, kissing your forehead before heading to the bathroom.

You waited ti you heard the water running to reach over to the nightstand, checking his phone. You weren’t surprised, unfortunately, but from what you discovered, you were very hurt.

“Miss you all the way from Savannah. When are you coming back to me babe?”

There were pictures underneath that message, but you couldn’t bear to look. To think that after all of that, he could’ve been seeing who knows how many people on tour…it broke you a bit. You wanted to scream or cry or throw something, but you didn’t. Hearing the water turn off, you knew Patrick would be out any minute. He always took such quick showers. You closed his phone quickly, putting it back on the bedside table and rolling over as if nothing had happened. You intended to continue to act that way as long as you could…so he was sleeping around on tour…maybe you had just gotten it wrong? Maybe you weren’t as exclusive as you had thought?

#challengers #patrick zweig #patrick zweig angst #patrick zweig fic #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig smut #challengers movie #challengers smut #challengers angst #challenger fic #patrick zweig fluff #tolerate it series

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p3sephone · 3 months ago

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Baby, 2. (Dark! Ex! Wanda x reader)

Masterlist serie

Summary: you are Wanda's ex and you broke up with her a long time ago. Then Wanda decides it's a good idea to become your neighbor and take her baby back, one way or another.

Warnings: this is a dark! Serie about Wanda Maximoff that will contain dark themes such as violence, breaking in, non-con and similar stuff in the future chapters. Every chapter will have its own warnings to be safe. This is pure fiction and this character does not belong to me. Minors are NOT allowed, only +18. Any kind of interactions such as reblogs, comments or likes are much welcome and appreciated. This character doesn't belong to me.🤎

Chapter's warnings: stalking, use of magic against reader, forced touching, forced kissing, reader is simply terrified, implicit past kidnapping and abusive relationship. Hope you enjoy and let me know. ♥️

It was already evening, but you had finally taken everything you needed. The groceries, the new tools to fix some defects in the house, and even some pillows that you had loved at first sight. You smiled as you walked with the bags towards your parked car, breathing in the fresh air.

The small smile on your face almost immediately collapsed when, getting closer and closer to the car, you also noticed a reddish detail near it. You knew that she would not give up easily, from the moment she broke into your house you had understood that you would have to fight tooth and nail to make her understand to stay away, and you were also fully aware that the law could not help you against her. In short, you were alone, but you were also alone years ago. You encouraged yourself: it would be okay this time too.

You cleared your throat to have a firmer and more decisive tone, and above all one of disappointment.

"Can I help you?"

Wanda tilted her head, looking you up and down, a playful smile and a mischievous look on her face. She was standing near the passenger door, and you didn’t trust yourself to open the doors until she was gone.

“I just wanted to talk a little, we’re close now and… I did some shopping too!” she showed you a bag in her right hand, waiting hopefully for your answer. Her facade was so well done, so bright.

“I don’t think I will, and you know why. Please, step away from my car, I have to go home.” Your tone was even harsher than you thought, and you almost didn’t believe you were the one speaking. You were strangely proud of yourself.

Wanda’s facade soon began to crumble. With an icy calm she placed the bag on top of your car, then walked around and finally approached you. Now you were starting to feel more nervous, less confident and smaller. That feeling of being insignificant, of being… afraid. You didn't want to remember her, but she was there and she was grabbing you from the inside, even your bags now seemed too heavy to hold.

Her eyes flashed red as she approached you, and she placed a hand on your face, gently.

"Are you sure you want to play this game with me? You know that that is not your home, you know that you are meant for me, and yet you continue to treat me… like this. You hurt me." she continued to caress your face with such delicacy, but her gaze almost showed hatred. She was getting tired of your games, she wanted you back, and if you didn't understand it the right way, you would understand it the wrong way.

"I don't mean to hurt you, I just… I don't want to be with you." you shouldn't have given up, you had to stand up, look her in the eyes and keep that tone.

Wanda almost laughed in your face.

"Do you really think you have a choice?" you frowned at that question.

"I want to live my life, and my life is without you because it's better this way. We tried before and last time I barely escaped-"

Wanda cut you off before you could continue, deciding to literally shut you up. It wasn't something you could fight anyway, but she was just tired of all the blah blah blah. And besides, she admitted that the look of terror on your face when you realized you literally couldn't talk anymore just did the right thing for her.

Wanda found herself treating you with affection again, putting the bags down and cupping your wind-cold face with both of her hands. There was no one in the parking lot, luckily for her, less of a problem. It was just you and her, like she'd always wanted. She ignored your scared, sad look and focused on what was missing: everything.

She let her hands move down your body, to your neck, then trace your collarbones and shoulders. Then she moved to your hips, how she loved those hips. She couldn't resist any longer, she really missed you too much. She planted a soft kiss on your lips, ignoring the single tear that fell down your cheek.

It had to be just one, she had promised herself that this time it would be different. It wasn't like she was literally forcing you with her powers to come back and then locking you away, this time she had to make you understand that you belonged together. So she let you go, but not before making one thing clear.

"You can run away as much and as much as you want, I'll find you anyway and bring you back to me."

#dark marvel #dark avengers #dark wanda maximoff #dark wanda #dark wanda maximoff x reader #dark scarlet witch x reader #dark scarlet witch #dark wanda x reader

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chatnoirsss · 11 days ago

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☽｡⋆ debonair pt. 3

🐈‍⬛ chat noir x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ syn: being a superhero was super important to you. So after having a fight with you “co-worker” chat noir, and recent development of feelings for your classmate Adrien, your superhero and normal life shift to an imbalance.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n: this is pt. 3 of my debonair series! Please read 1 and 2 for some context although im sure you can pick this fic up with no background knowledge of the others, sorry it took so long!

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Your mind has been a complete mess all week. First, you get into an argument with Chat which led to many missions including snarky remarks, cold shoulders, and several eye rolls. On top of that, there was a rumor that your superhero persona, Plumera went on a date with Adrien Agreste. Not only did this shock all of Paris, it shocked you too. Ladybug was not in the least amused unlike all the other fans of the ladyblog. She scolded you and told you to be more careful in situations involving civilians. It seemed to be personal for her though since she never freaked when I saved “normal” people. You figured she was probably just another Adrien Agreste fan. But out of all the citizens in Paris you could’ve saved from the Akumatized villain, Adrien just had to be the one. Although people don’t know you exist as Plumera, which luckily means you won’t be swarmed by Adrien’s fan girls, you still felt guilty about your little so-called “date” with Adrien.

One of your best friends Marinette was hopelessly crushing on him, and once she found out the news about your encounter with Adrien she was not happy at all. You could practically feel her anger from across the classroom as she ranted to Alya and begged her to take the post down. You snapped out of your thoughts as your teacher dismissed class. You laid on your desk, feeling defeated about the recent wave of stress as your classmates all started packing up. You were scanning the classroom until your eyes locked on Adrien. You groaned. “Not this again!” You said shoving your head in your hands.

Recently, you’ve developed something of a crush on Adrien. It wasn’t anything serious, you just thought he was cute and a nice guy as well. After all he was literally the most sought after boy in all of Paris. Of course guilt followed these emotions as you thought of Marinette. You looked over at Adrien and saw Marinette and Alya who were approaching Nino and Adrien. Of course you knew you never stood a chance with Adrien so you never cared to pursue him. But deep down, you had to admit you were just a little jealous of Marinette. After all, she’s been crushing on Adrien for months now, you wouldn’t do that to her anyway. Even if you had a chance with Adrien. You sighed and packed your bags, quickly walking past Adrien and leaving the classroom.

Adrien POV:

I thought about the new report on the Ladyblog, the one about me and Plumera. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, not just the report but also that night itself. I felt so free, freer than I’ve felt with, well.. ladybug. I couldn’t believe I was thinking that, after all, ladybug is the one I want, right? But Plumera, something about her just..

Before I finished my thought, my classmate y/n stormed past my friends and I. Something about her caught my attention, and I watched her leave the room. I knew y/n was a good friend of Marinette but i never really got the time to talk to her. I’m always saving people from akumatized villains or forced to be at home anyway.

“Hey Adrien, are you listening?” I heard Nino say. “O-oh yeah, sorry, just kinda in my head,” I said with a nervous laugh, scratching my head. “I swear I love the guy but he can be so blonde sometimes,” Nino said pointing at me and laughing. The attention towards me slowly died down and I looked out the window again, seeing y/n walk out of school.

Your POV:

You walked home as usual, listening to your music and enjoying the sunny day. You thought about literally everything going on in your life right now. At first you thought about Chat. You had missed him although you were upset. He was a really good friend and you guys could joke together even during the hardest of missions. You sighed. “I guess I should talk to Chat, right Roaar?” You asked your Kwami. “Y/n let’s forget about him and go for Adrien! You haven’t been your cheerful self lately and I’m getting bored!!” Your Kwami said.

“But I miss Chat a little, he’s one of my best friends.” You said with a sad face. “I just want you to be happy y/n. If talking to Chat will bring back your happiness, then that’s what I want too!” Said Roaar. You smiled. “I love you so much Roaar!”

You decided you were going to call Chat tonight and settle things. Once you apologized, you would stop feeling sorry for yourself. You quickly finished your homework and chores before transforming and calling Chat. “Hey Chat, you probably won’t get this, but please meet me at our rooftop.” You left the message, unsure if he would get it but nonetheless you hoped.

You leaped out of your window and headed straight for your designated meeting space. You sat by the ledge where you and Chat would enjoy ice cream after missions while ladybug was away retrieving miraculous’ back. You had been waiting for 10 minutes and about to give up before you heard something behind you. Turning around, your eyes met with Chat’s. His eyes were soft and sorrowful. “Plumera…” he called, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Chat… you came,” you said a bit surprised. “You called.” He said. His voice was still and calm. He had a slight smile and a soft gaze in his eyes which immediately melted your heart. “I’m… I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you lately. I was just so upset about what you said that day.” You explained. “No, please don’t be Plumera. I should be the one apologizing. I should’ve never said what I did. I respect you as much as I do ladybug and we’re both really happy you’re on the team,” he said. You stared at him, unsure of what you should say next. “My feelings got the better of me and I let them get in the way of our… friendship.” You explained. The word “friendship” hurt to say. You wanted more than a friendship with Chat but he was so obviously infatuated with ladybug. Silence ensued before you started speaking again.

“I have feelings for you Chat.” You confessed, clenching your fists tight. “For a really long time now. And I let those feelings control how I felt.”

Chat looked at you. He was silent for a while which made your mind spiral. His face had a blank yet shocked expression. You couldn’t believe you had just confessed to Chat. “Plumera, I didn’t-“ Chat said before you cut him off. “No. You don’t have to say anything or return your feelings. I just wanted to explain to you where I was coming from. I know your heart belongs to ladybug so I won’t bother you with my feelings any longer. I hope we can still be friends.” You said, fighting back tears. You gave him a fake yet hopefully reassuring smile.

“Plumera… I- my feelings for you have been complicated lately. For the past few days I’ve been thinking about you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t stand you being upset at me, and most of all I couldn’t stand the fact that it was me that made you upset.” Chat said. You could tell his words were sincere and that he was serious. He had such a warm expression on his face which made you feel better. He was always very genuine with his feelings and so thoughtful of others despite his cocky personality.

You thought about what he said - about how he couldn’t stop thinking about you. For all you knew no one really thought about you. You always saw yourself as an average person aside from your hero identity and even then, ladybug was always in the spotlight. You let the silence fill the space for a moment. “I thought about you Chat. I couldn’t stand being away from you either,” you said. You looked over at Chat who was already looking at you. Your eyes met and the two of you sat there in silence, just staring into each other’s eyes. You both exchanged a soft “I understand” smile.

Chat broke the silence. “Uhh well! I heard about your little date with Adrien Agreste,” Chat blurted. “He’s just some spoiled nepo baby, nothing fun about that but all the girls fawn over him,” Chat said. “Seems like you really have it out for that kid.” You replied. “It wasn’t a ‘date’ but you could say I enjoyed it to a degree. He’s actually not a spoiled brat. He’s genuine and kind,” you said, not realizing you sounded just like a lovesick fan. Chat didn’t say anything. It looked like he was deep in thought.

“Well… we better get going though, it is pretty late,” you interrupted his thoughts. Chat stood up and you followed. He had a sorrowful look on his face, like he almost didn’t want to leave. “You do need your beauty sleep, whiskers,” he said teasingly. “You’re still calling me that?” You asked. “If the name fits,” he chuckled. To be honest, you really loved the nickname Chat gave you, although you pretended to hate it.

“Goodnight kitty,” you replied. As you turned around to leave, you felt a hand tugging on yours. You turned around to face Chat before he pulled you in for a hug which was the last thing you expected but nonetheless you accepted it. You knew it was just Chat being caring and friendly, but you couldn’t help but be a little selfish with this affection. You rested your head in his chest and shut your eyes. Your mind drifting to the night with Adrien before Chat pulled away. “I-i’m sorry Plumera I didn’t mean to-,” you cut Chat off. “It’s okay kitty,” you grinned. “It was… nice.” You winked at him before jumping off the roof.

Chat POV:

After making up with Plumera, it felt as if a weight left my shoulders. I couldn’t shake off a certain feeling though. Plumera still encompassed all my thoughts. I thought after making up with her, things would go back to normal - I would go back to normal. Clearly that wasn’t the case though. Plumera suggested we get home soon, but I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with her longe and just talk with her. I could do that for hours. Before we left, my mind just took over my body. I gave her a hug and it felt amazing. I felt safe and like time had just stopped.

It was a little strange having Plumera save me the other night as Adrien and even weirder talking to her about it like it wasn’t me. I wondered if she had that feeling in her heart like I did, the one where it’s all warm and fuzzy. As Adrien, I could start fresh with Plumera. At least she was never angry with Adrien. After all, it was my superhero persona that upset her. Maybe as Adrien, I could get closer to her and settle this feeling in my mind and heart. That wouldn’t be as weird as Chat Noir pursuing her, right?

Your POV:

“Roaar, stripes off.”

You fell onto your bed, shutting your eyes the moment you felt the softness of your pillow land on your face. You groaned. “That worked out better than I had expected,” you said to Roaar as you turned to lay on your back. “No more hard feelings right? No we can focus on Adrien,” said Roaar. “But… I think I still love Chat,” you replied. Roaar sighed. “But he’s in love with ladybug. You have to respect that,” said Roaar. You sighed, squeezing the pillow in your arms. You slowly drifted off to sleep as your eyelids began feeling heavier and Roaar laid down next to you.

#fan fiction #no proofreading we die like men #cat noir #cat noir x reader #chat noir #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir x reader #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir

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imisscherryboy-blog · 1 year ago

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running back 2 u

enemies to lovers — football player! ajax x sports med! gn reader

part 2 part 3

spotify playlist ★

story: you and ajax have known each other since elementary school. those years haven’t been always the best, as you both parted ways due to your differences in personality. that is, until one hot august night, where the stadium lights illuminate the turf, you find yourself running back to him again.

notes: enemies to lovers, modern au, gender neutral reader, childe is referred to as ajax, last name tartaglia, american football, all characters are 18+ as seniors, highschool setting, use of american education system, reader is in a sports medicine class (if you don’t know what that is it’s basically students that help out at school games, usually water girls/boys/people, assist with injuries) i wrote this with the pov of the reader being a POC but if you’re not just disregard when i say white and stuff lmao + part 1/?, title is an nct reference, debating eventual smut, kaveh and alhaitham are gay

side characters featured: kaveh, alhaitham (alhaitham x kaveh)

warnings: swearing, vivid depiction/description of injury

★ part 1 of an ongoing series ★

you hated ajax and ajax hated you. that much was safe to say. ever since that incident in 9th grade, you never talked to him, let alone acknowledged him. before that, you both had known each other since elementary school. everybody loved ajax, his teachers, his peers, and even you. he just had that personality that made everyone love him; but you knew him underneath that persona. you knew his flaws and he knew yours. he’d tell you things he’d never tell anyone, he trusted you. but, all good things come to an end. in the summer going into your first year at highschool, you found yourself never wanting to speak to him again. he ultimately became the person you two would make fun of together in prior years. a typical, white, football player. but damn was he a good running back. he used to be so charming, but now he was just a playboy that had a new girl in his bed every week. you hated him for it, you hated the person he became, but you mostly hated how he’d plague your mind like a disease.

the day of the game finally came. you and kaveh both wore your school’s varsity jackets and jeans. you guys trudged the god foresaken orange gatorade cooler out to the field for the junior varsity and freshman team. the jv game had just finished, and you began setting up for the varsity game.

“y/n, i can tell you’re scared about ajax.”

“wow kaveh, you’re sooo observant.” you said sarcastically as you both were now in the utility room, filling the water bottles for the players.

“listen, you probably won’t even have to talk to him. as much as he likes to talk behind your back, he’s scared of you. you literally know EVERYTHING about him, you could ruin his reputation in milliseconds.” kaveh had a point. you knew his deepest and darkest secrets, but he unfortunately knew yours as well. you screwed the last lid of the water bottle on tighter than usual as you responded.

“thanks kaveh, but promise me you’ll be the one giving him his water, not me.” kaveh laughed as you said this.

“i’d actually be more than happy too! he’s pretty fine anyways…”

“kaveh— please.” you sighed as kaveh only laughed louder. you walked out to the field, the sky a pretty hue of pink as the jv players left and students filed in the bleachers for the real game. you made your way to the bench, right next to the field and placed the water bottle trays down, as cheering filled the stadium, you both looked behind you.

“ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, our undefeated, five-time league winners, the varsity football team!” the announcer said as the cheers only got louder. the varsity boys ran onto the field, ajax leading the team. you rolled your eyes. you’d admit, he looked good in the navy blue and white jersey, adorning the number 11. ajax was the captain and star of the team, his stats practically outdid any other running back in the county. he ranked first for almost every category, he was a good running back, you’d give him that at least. but at that moment, a feeling came over you. you felt jealous. jealous of the new cheerleader girl he was seeing, jealous of his success, you irrevocably hated him.

“god alhaitham looks good.” kaveh said, very much distracted when they began to sing the national anthem.

“you’re shameless, kaveh.”

“well, the national anthem definitely did not include gay people so…”

the game began, and the annoying and repetitive chants from the cheerleaders almost got stuck in your head. they even had a special one for their glorious star boy tartaglia! you could give zero fucks about him and his stupid chant, but you couldn’t help but notice him staring you down as the rival team took a time out. he gulped his water, sweat dripping from his slicked-back hair, before returning back to the field. as promised, it was kaveh’s job to offer him water, not yours. when one team scored, the other followed suit, the game was neck and neck. watching ajax skillfully receive alhaitham’s (the quarterback) throws and run it was something you could watch all day. but you hated him, so you pretended to look busy every time the home team ran a point. it was halftime now, and you and kaveh hung around the bench. they were up by only two points, it was practically anyone’s game, but that’s what makes the epic highs and lows of highschool football, right?

“swear to god, ajax keeps looking at you.” kaveh whispered to you as you refilled the green water bottles. the boys went into the team room as you and kaveh stayed outside. ajax’s fan girls in the stands had finally calmed down. you just looked at him and looked away as you continued to fill up the water. “like, every time he scores a touch down, he’ll do his stupid little celebration and he’ll glance over here—and then i’d look at you, and of course—‘oh, she’s trying to look distracted and pretend to not care again!’.” kaveh rolled his eyes at you, looking at you for an answer. “you still care about him, don’t you?” this time, you didn’t look at him and just stared at the bottle.

“yeah, like i’d give two shits about the school fuck boy. it’s just, i can’t help but remember how he used to be, that’s all.” it was a blatant lie, and kaveh knew. but he decided to stop pressing where it hurts. and just like that, half time was over and the team looked spent, but they still had 30 minutes to clutch. the cheers started up again. another touchdown, and chants of his name were the only things heard in the stadium. you felt surrounded. you just wanted to go home.

finally, the seventh minute began. the scoreboard emitting a soft glow displayed both home and away teams tied. everyone on the bleachers were all sat for these final minutes. including you. you watched intently with kaveh and your sports med teacher on the bench as they hiked the ball.

“alhaitham, number 9 is going for a throw,” the commentator’s voice reverberated through the field. alhaitham spots ajax, right on the 30 yard line, centered on the field. alhaitham takes a couple steps back and throws, the ball spins with accuracy. the crowd and kaveh all cheer.

“a dot! per usual from quarter back alhaitham, how many yards can their star running back score for the team!” ajax grabbed the ball and went for a right hook, swiftly dodging the defenders. he only got faster and faster as the cheers grew louder. he hooked right, and made his way for that touch down line.

“ajax! ajax! ajax!” the crowd chanted as kaveh and your teacher were now standing. you watched him closely, all of a sudden remembering back to when the two of you competed in your middle school’s flag football tournament. he had signed you up without you knowing, and you both somehow cinched first place.

“oh my god—” kaveh’s gasp snapped you out of your thoughts, as you looked onto the field.

the bleachers were silent now. ajax laid on his side, clutching his knee. the ball was long forgotten now.

“it appears number 11 is down.” the commentator remarked. your heart sank to your ass. you knew that knee injuries could fuck up anyone’s career in seconds. especially a running back’s. before you knew it, you were standing, your teacher yelled something to kaveh as he began running toward him to see what happened, you stood frozen. the cries of his fan girls behind you were the only things you could hear, kaveh was trying to tell you something, but you kept looking at ajax’s writhing body and back to kaveh, and back to ajax, and now at the rival team, and back to kaveh.

“y/n! are you listening? this is serious!” kaveh’s voice was almost a yell.

“i-i’m sorry, what do you need me to do?” you blinked a couple times.

“get the ice pack!” he yelled as kaveh made his way to the scene, the rival team went back to their bench as they were in small groups, most likely talking about what happened. you grabbed the ice pack from the cooler and ran over. his eyes were screwed shut as he cursed loudly, your teacher asking where it hurt.

“ah fuck, my knee! motherfu—” ajax bit back his curses with the back of his hand. your teacher radioed for a golf cart, which made you confused because you’d think someone would be calling 911.

“shouldn’t we be calling an ambulance..?” alhaitham asked, kneeling next to kaveh and ajax’s head. kaveh visibly looked flustered.

“y-yeah. we should! as a matter of fact, why don’t i just call them right—” your teacher cut kaveh off as he interjected.

“it’s a torn acl, if we call an ambulance right now, all they’ll do is give him some ice and painkillers which we very much have. we’re not spending 6k for an ice pack. save that money for the surgery.” your teacher remarked.

“the what..?” ajax looked at him with wide eyes as a campus supervisor came with a golf cart, the crowd was at a stand still.

“kaveh, stay here and take over for me. y/n, come with me.” you knew ajax’s injury was nothing life threatening, but you couldn’t help but worry for his future. you nodded your head as you and your teacher got into the front seat of the golf cart, cursing kaveh in your head, wishing it was him to take your place. ajax’s teammates carefully laid him on the golf cart and he cursed at them to be more careful. you rolled your eyes.

“ajax, we’re gonna need you to talk to us, we can’t have you passing out.” your teacher drove the golf cart to the recovery room, making sure to drive slowly over any bumps.

“you want me to talk? well, a torn acl is gonna ruin my goddamn career—fuck!” the golf cart jerked forward a little, making him curse.

“it’s probably not completely torn, ajax. you’ll recover in no time.” your teacher said.

“you’ll probably be out for the season.” you added, you couldn’t help but add a little salt in the wound.

“you’ll be out for the fucking year if you don’t shut the fuck up.” ajax snapped back at you.

“you need some ice dipshit?” you turned around with the ice pack and tossed it onto his knee, making him yell out in pain.

“what the FUCK is wrong with you—” he yelped in pain again, you just rolled your eyes.

“y/n! cut it out! you too, ajax. we’re here.” the teacher took the key out of the golf cart and looked at you. “i need to call his parents and file a report for the insurance, i’m trusting you to patch any cuts and tape his knee for the time being. keep the ice on it—and please don’t assault him.” your teacher was already on their way as they headed towards the office. you didn’t even get a minute to protest.

“no fucking way they just left me with this loser.” ajax scoffed from the back seat of the golf cart.

“at least my knee still works.” you grabbed the key and unlocked the recovery room, it had a couple of medical beds and cabinets filled with all kinds of medical equipment. you turned the lights on as you heard ajax outside yell.

“now you’re just leaving me? jesus, i couldn’t have asked for someone better to help me.” you ignored him as that was not what you were doing. you went to the smaller room in the back to get a wheelchair to get him onto one of the beds. you walked back outside, ajax’s face turned from one of pain to an angered look the minute you stepped outside. you wheeled the wheel chair to him.

“get on.” you said with little to no remorse.

“yeah let me just fly onto the fucking wheel chair why not. can you help me?” ajax yelled as he tried to sit up straight on the back seat. you scoffed and somehow got him onto the wheel chair. you both were silent, but you knew when ajax went quiet, he was overthinking. you knew he was thinking about what he’d do with his injury. you decided to give him something else to think about.

“it’s not that bad ajax. you survived skateboarding into a brick wall, i’m sure you’ll be fine.” you brought up an old memory the both of you shared.

“everyone saw. even the fucking scouters—i’m done for.” your words seemed to fly past his head. almost like he forgot about you and his’ history. you helped him onto the medical bed and made him sit straight so you could tape his knee. you went into the back room to get more ice. from the main room, you heard him start talking again.

“when i ran into that brick wall, you were the only one there. i didn’t have scouters that could get me d1 scholarships.” he remarked. he did remember at least. you came back with a roll of medical tape and some ice.

“you need to roll you pants up past your knee.” you went for the straight forward route as anything else would’ve gotten too awkward.

“yeah no fucking way that’s happening, cut it off for all i care.” you figured getting the leg of the pants over his injury wouldn’t be the most best of things, so you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his pants just above his thigh. he hissed in pain even though you didn’t even touch it. he was always this dramatic, you thought to yourself. you unrolled the pieces of tape and got to work. if ajax was good at football, you were the best at sports medicine. you knew how to wrap an ankle like second nature—a big part of the reason why your teacher asked you to assist, not kaveh. he went quiet again, and you’d much rather have him yelling at you than overthinking the situation after all this.

“how’s teucer?” you asked as he hissed whenever you’d place a piece of tape on his knee.

“w-why do you care? can you be any more gentle?” you looked up at him and kept working. you weren’t any gentler, you just worked slower to make it look like you were. he fell for it easily.

“he’s fine. he just graduated elementary—ow, school.” he responded after a minute passed.

“that’s good.” you said in quieter-than-usual tone. you couldn’t deny it was still awkward between you two. you hadn’t had a conversation like this in practically years, and you never thought you would have to. “so what exactly happened out there? you trip or something?” you knew he didn’t trip. you also knew that ajax had a tendency to overestimate himself, overall causing him more harm than good.

“the turf must’ve been off.” he said looking away. ajax was well aware he let himself get cocky. it was the final minutes of the game and he wanted to end it off strong. in doing so, he got himself a torn acl. good going ajax.

“mhm..”

“what? don’t believe me?” before you could answer the question, your teacher walked in. the first thing ajax asked was if they won the game or not. his “half touchdown” didn’t count, leaving them still tied.

“we won. but it was still a close call.”

ajax looked like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. he was already upset with his injury, and a loss especially with their title as undefeated would be 10x worse. you tried to look normal, but in truth, you were a little happy for the team. after all, you had some sense of school pride.

“your mom is outside. i’ve talked to her already and explained the injury in length. please focus on resting, then let’s talk about your next games.” with that, your teacher left you both alone again.

“can you walk?” you asked.

“i’ll try.” he said wincing as he got up. you went to his side and put his arm around you. it was silent. you helped him to the parking lot, occasional swears were heard from him. you said his mom waiting outside of the car.

“oh sweetie!” ajax’s mom held him tightly.

“hi mom, i’m fine.” his words were muffled into her shoulder.

“oh goodness, let’s get you in the car!” she helped him into the passanger seat. they spoke to each other in russian, it sounded like he was getting scolded. it was none of your business anyway. after doing so, she came back out.

“y/n? i remember you!” she said, giving you a hug.

“hi mrs tartaglia.” ajax’s mom had a soft spot for you. she’d always pack you extra food, and would never fail to treat you like one of her own, it made you happy. due to the circumstances, you hadn’t seen her in what felt like years.

“how’ve you been? we’ve missed you!” her hand stayed on your shoulder, her voice was genuine. but who exactly did she mean by “we”?

“i’ve been alright, thanks for asking.”

“ajax still talks about you, you should come over some time! teucer and tonia miss you!”

huh?

did you hear that right?

maybe it she didn’t actually mean it like that, why would ajax still be talking about you?

ajax rolled down the window and stuck his head out.

“mom i’m hurting let’s go.” he half shouted.

“alright, alright. i’ll see you soon hopefully, y/n! thank you for looking after ajax!” she said with a warm smile as she got back in the car before you could say a word. you simply waved and smiled back at her. you glanced over for a second, seeing ajax on his phone. you didn’t understand. did ajax really stil talk about you? you’d have a lot to tell kaveh..

the two of them left the parking lot in their black tahoe suv. you just stood and watched. you cursed to yourself. you couldn’t understand why ajax’s words pulled at your heartstrings a little. you were confused. and things would only get more confusing from there.

-> part 2

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azaharinflames · 6 days ago

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Knowing that 9-1-1 only has maybe 2 seasons left, I just want Buck to finally get his happily ever after. He deserves it. I want the final episode of 9-1-1 to have Buck and Tommy getting married. That's my hope anyways.

I also want them by the end of Season 8 to get back together officially, and start of Season 9 they are moving in together (Tommy probably owns his house so I feel they would move there instead of Buck's rented house). I want them to treat this beautiful gay couple like they would treat any of the boring straight couples on this show. Don't get me wrong, I would love for them to have more hot makeout sessions just out of the blue randomly but I enjoyed the domesticity of watching Tommy making breakfast for them (I feel the main reason they didn't eat it was cause there was much meat there and we know Oliver is Vegan).

That's my hopes anyways.

Hi, Nonnie!

Yeah, same! I have a theory on what makes a series worth rewatching: how the first episode starts and the last one ends.

And by that, I mean. One of my favorite series (if not my favorite) is Modern Family. Without giving out spoilers, was the series perfect? No. But they make such a perfect complete circle with their finale that it just feels so good. They put the characters in a similar situation right at the end, and it just makes you see how much they've grown and matured throughout the years.

I say this because if Buck is either still single or just starting a new relationship by the end of the series, what finality does that have? Why should we believe that is the happy ending for Buck if we haven't seen it? If we saw how happy, truly happy he was next to Tommy, and yet how that didn't matter? (hypothetically speaking in a world where he does not end up with him).

Us wanting Buck to settle down with Tommy is way more than just wanting him to be with Tommy because we like Tommy. Yeah, that's partly it. We also see how great the ship and the chemistry is, which adds up to our argument. But mainly? For me, at least. I just want to see Buck finally settling down, finding his happiness, working for it. I want to see more than him learning the same lessons over and over, I want to see him build his life in a way that, when the final episodes come and go, will leave me satisfied with his journey, and happy to rewatch the series to get back to that point.

I highly doubt I would rewatch it at all if I knew the end still has him right at the beginning, you know? Am I making sense? Lol

Also heavily agree with your second half of your ask. I want it for Buck and Tommy and for Hen and Karen, because we barely have them in a domestic setting. I understand it's partly because Tracie (and Lou) are just recurring, but I want those scenes so bad. As for BT, with Lou being recurring and all... I want them to end the season together. It would feel like resolution for Buck after this whole season*, and I feel like we've been dragged along enough. I think a good way to end the last episode of the season would be with them either getting back together (though I suspect the two parter could be for that. Either for that or to set it up for the finale), or moving in together (to Buck's house, or if Eddie comes back and wants to go back there, to Tommy's perhaps).

My inbox is open for ranting, venting, giving your opinion (unpopular or popular, I'm happy to receive and discuss both), and even confessions! Though if you don't want yours posted, please make sure to say :)

Take care <3

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tuttle-did-it · 10 days ago

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PSA FROM EXHAUSTION.

Signed up for a series of online lectures. Couldn't understand a word, couldn't lip-read speaker (which is very difficult anyway). Couldn't participate, couldn't engage, couldn't understand. Had to leave because it didn't even occur to them to put captions on

Folks, if you are posting ANY video online or send it to another human, please enable captions/subtitles.

Deaf people need captions

Hard of hearing people need captions

People with audio processing conditions need captions

People with ADHD often need captions to maintain attention

People who are not native speakers of the primary language need captions

People who are watching something in a private space and are not able to watch with volume need captions

People with learning difficulties/differences/disabilities need captions

People trying to watch something with bad audio recording need captions

People who have migraines/headaches and really can't deal with sound but still need to watch the video (for whatever reason) need captions

People who have colds/ear infections/went to a concert without ear protection and have bad tinnitus need captions

People who are very new to a topic need captions

People who are multi-tasking need captions

people with misophonia need captions

People who are neurospicy and just need fucking captions need fucking caption

People need captions.

And, whilst I have your attention, don't just use autocraptions from the computer that only get about 65%. I mean, look-- I'll take auto craptions over nothing, but there is a reason deaf people cal them 'craptions.' We hate them, it's very often word salad, and it's just useless. You can process the video through with autocraptions, and then go in and make corrections where the craptions got it wrong. And, if you feel super fancy, you could even put in things like full stops and commas to make it easier to read.

Also, when captioning, please put actions/reactions in brackets. Anything off screen, any noises we may not be able to hear. Examples: [Audience cheers] [Explosion off screen, people shouting] [sound of phone ringing.]

If something is inaudible or the sound does not catch what they said, please signify this. If it's a montage and there's music with no dialogue, say this. Examples:

[Mulcahy speaks indistinctly.]

[inaudible]

[audio cuts out]

[no audio, no music]

[music- Sinatra' song (song) plays; no audible dialogue or sound from scenes]

[dialogue from film 'My Darling Clementine' plays in background whilst Hawkeye whistles]

[music is interrupted by the sound of a record being ripped or pulled off a record]

If you just feel REALLY generous to the audience and really want me to love you, please feel free to put tone that I might miss, such as [Hawkeye whispers] or [Klinger shouts]. Maybe it's visible on the screen from expressions/body language, maybe not.

Hawkeye: [imitates Groucho] Hello, Room Service? Send up a larger room.

Hawkeye [imitates British accent:] [drops accent]

And, when there may be confusion on when characters are speaking. Examples:

[Multiple characters talk at once.]

Potter: [speaks dialogue from 'My Darling Clementine' at the same time as a character in the film]:

Margaret [interrupts Frank]:

Hawkeye and BJ [speaking together:]

Also also, if there are multiple speakers, please show this. [speaker 1: ] [Speaker 2]:

Even if you don't receive a request from anyone to put on captions, please just add captions. Simple accessibility considerations, please. Some people don't even realise they need captions until they see then and go 'oh, yay. Captions.'

I know it may take a little bit of time and planning, but there are more of us out there than you realise. So please, just add captions.

If you ever doubt how important captions might be to someone, sometime just put on a video. Put on an episode of a show you haven't seen before. Mute it, watch it with no captions. See just how much you manage to get without ANY captions.

CAPTIONS.

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rivalsforlife · 8 months ago

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pardon me if you’re tired of discussing this but. we know aa7 is on capcom’s radar on some level. and now they’ve rereleased every game right?? they’ve finally run out of backlog material after almost yearly releases since 2019…. Not to put the clown wig and nose back on too early but do you think we’ll actually get news about, or get to see, aa7 next year?

Never tired of discussing this!! This is right around the time of year where I'd be preparing to make my yearly AA7 Speculation Post anyway so this is great timing. (TGS, my enemy, is approaching.)

So just to make sure everyone's on the same page, here's a quick recap of where we're currently at:

In November 2020 we got internal Capcom leaks which included a calendar from 2019 with the roadmap for the AA series the next couple of years. This included:

DGS1&2 collection, which I did not think was going to happen ever, releasing April-June 2021

AA7, releasing around October-December 2021, right around the 20th anniversary.

Through late 2019-mid 2022, reconsider porting 456

We got DGS1&2 (a bit later than in the plan, but by like a month), we got the 456 ports, we got bonus AAI ports, we have nothing for AA7 nearly three years after it was supposed to come out. The pandemic is an obvious feature that could contribute to its delay, but at this point with 456 ports out I think we can safely say that this was not the only cause.

Some other things that may or may not be contributing to AA7's delay include:

Yamazaki, the previous main writer for 5&6 and the AAIs, left Capcom in 2020. If he was involved in AA7 at all, that could throw a wrench into things, but I recall hearing he intended AA6 to be his last AA game (I AM STRUGGLING TO FIND THE SOURCE THOUGH SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME), so I don't think this contributed very much. It does, however, mean that we're unsure about who the next main writer is - depending on what Takumi's up to or if they had to bring someone new on, there could be complications related to that.

I think TGAA did way better than anyone expected, which I covered in this post. It's possible that this could have shifted Capcom's priorities to porting more old games / porting to all modern consoles. It may have made people at Capcom think "damn everyone loves Takumi" so they tried to lure him back to AA7, and I have no idea how well that would have gone or if Takumi is even interested in continuing mainline AA right now. (I do think this at least contributed to the Ghost Trick ports.)

In my first ever AA7 speculation post I talked about how the ending of AA6 kind of wrote them into a corner re: how to continue with the series and which protagonist to use. I still stand by that argument even if a lot of that post aged badly.

Console ports! Previously new AA games were for whichever Nintendo handheld is out now (GBA, Nintendo DS, Nintendo 3DS). But now that the series is doing really well on all consoles, they may have decided to try to make their next mainline entry on all consoles, which would take more development time. Adding to this is that the Switch is near the end of its lifecycle with the Switch 2 (or whatever the successor will be) being announced soon - meaning that, if AA7 is coming out soon, Capcom is in the position of "do we try to squeeze this into the end of the Switch's lifecycle" (which, I'll need to find sources for this, is speculated to be some of the reasons behind why AAI2 and DGS2 sold badly when they were first released, and they can't make the same mistake thrice... right...?) or "do we try to time it with the release of the Switch 2"?

Also, a lot of this depends on how far AA7 was into development whenever it was derailed. If it was derailed from the pandemic, then according to the calendar, it would likely have still been in the prototype stage. It may be early enough that they would have had to start from scratch whenever they picked it up again. I don't work in the gaming industry so I have no idea how long it takes them to make a game or how easy it would be from what stage they're in.

One thing we can compare to is some of the comments about the recent AAI ports: in this interview, Shunsuke Nishida, the producer of the AAI collection, says that development on the collection began in 2022. He also mentions that this began once development on 456 was concluded. This leads me to believe that (contrary to my previous assumptions) 456 and AAIC were not developed concurrently (or if so, had very minimal overlap), and that the process of upscaling graphics, porting, and localization took them... about a year, maybe? So that takes time, even without taking into consideration how long it would take to come up with a new idea + write the script + the bulk of the programming that would have to be done that isn't considered with porting + probably way more than I can think of because again I do not work in the gaming industry.

There's also the question of why 456 and AAIC weren't developed concurrently. The calendar from 2020 shows that TGAA and AA7 were meant to be developed at least somewhat concurrently, and the staff from TGAA would eventually merge into working on AA7. Once again, we don't know what happened to the staff that were supposed to be working on AA7. It's possible pandemic complications meant they got shuffled onto other projects. It's possible the AA-related team is smaller now than it was in 2020, so they only have enough people to work on one project at a time. It's also possible that there's a team that was working on ports, and a team that was working on a new game, and now the "port team" is freed up to work on the "new game team".

Either way though, pretty much every interview with the staff for the 456 or AAI ports are all saying "look forward to the future of the series", which is definitely Corporate Speak, but unless they're bringing the ports of the Layton crossover (fingers crossed) that can only mean one thing. (AAI anime?) Plus, like I've discussed in this post, AA is having fantastic sales in general. They've seemingly either hired a new social media manager or changed the strategy so there is much more engagement on twitter. And AA is getting on bigger and bigger announcements - though AA trilogy ports were announced at TGS (at an AA-specific panel), TGAA duology ports were announced unceremoniously on twitter. Afterwards, 456 ports got announced at the Capcom Showcase during Summer Game Fest. And now AAI collection got announced at a Nintendo Direct, which I imagine is even more expensive, so the series must be going in a good direction for them to think that's worth it!

That's a lot of rambling for me to say I definitely think it's coming.

When are we going to see it though!!

Coming up in September is my eternal enemy Tokyo Game Show. Since AAI collection is being released at the beginning of September... it might be a bit too soon to announce a new game, but who knows. They might think it's profitable to ride the hype they're building now for AAI collection to announce a new game. Or they might let it sit for a while.

With AAIC getting announced at a Direct, I'm thinking they'll want to make AA7's announcement a) big and b) global. AA6 was announced in Famitsu, but the problem with that is that it's a mostly Japanese audience, and some interviews have been talking about how AA's global audience is particularly contributing to how big it is right now. So I'm expecting AA's next announcement to be at something major and something that will get attention from overseas audiences.

If they have been working on AA7 concurrently -- and honestly I do think there has at least been some progress on it since 2019 -- we could definitely see an announcement within the next year. I was also saying this in 2020, though, so don't take my word for it. There's been two year gaps between ports up until the AAI collection, and they seemed pretty proud about releasing 456 and AAI in the same year, so... maybe they'll want to keep it going and announce AA7 within the next year, especially if they'll have a longer announcement -> release period than they normally would for ports.

Potential candidates include:

Tokyo Game Show: As previously stated, it's very close to the AAIC release, so I don't think it's the best timing for it. I would not want my favorite AA game overshadowed by whatever the hell they're going to do with AA7. Likelihood: depends on how fast they want to follow up on the hype.

The Game Awards: is the next major gaming event, but that's already massive in terms of the type of games that get announced there, and it's expensive! Nintendo Direct is one thing since AA has always been a Nintendo-first series, but I don't think it's big enough to justify putting in a Game Awards ad. and I already have my clown wig on for persona 6 there. Likelihood: pretty low tbh

Next Year's Summer Game Fest-related Shows: I think this is the most likely, considering both the 456 collection and the AAI collection were announced around this time. For AA7 I'd say a Nintendo Direct to get lots of eyes on it, especially if AAIC sales pay off. Likelihood: pretty high!

Which leads me into my wildcard answer:

Switch 2 Announcement Stream: If Capcom decides to go in and make AA7 one of the first games for whatever the switch successor would be, it could be announced here. I regret to admit that I am a very bad gamer and only like two things, and therefore have not ever been present for one of these things to know how many games get announced as launch games for a new console, but, like, it's possible.

In the above scenario, I'm not necessarily saying that AA7 would be a Switch 2 exclusive - because I think that would be stupid after so much of the support they've gotten from the ports has been from playstation and steam - but I am definitely the kind of person who would buy a console for one video game. Shoutout to me buying a switch in part anticipating that aa7 would come out on it and that is not looking likely

Anyways, that's my speculation!! Reminder that this is mostly uninformed and that I have no knowledge of anything related to sales or marketing or video game development, and as a result of that, I have been wrong (aside from the one time I accurately predicted AAI ports as a joke) for four consecutive years.

#I hope this makes sense. it's kinda all over the place #asks #aa7 speculation #ace attorney #i am. so scared.

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ladysarai · 1 month ago

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10 Inception Fics for Fanworks Day!

So apparently today is International Fanworks Day! I saw this post for Feedback Fest 2025, asking for comments "recommending 10 fanworks. Tell everyone why you love these works and why they should check them out." And because I am EXTRA, I decided to make a Tumblr post for this.

But then I realized I could not keep it to 10 recs total and decided to do two posts--one for Inception, and one for Star Wars. There is NO rhyme or reason to the fics recommended here, other than "this is a story I linked to @nutterzoi and told her to go read RIGHT NOW and then when I saw the link I thought 'oh I should read that again'."

This is my Inception rec post! 10 fics I loved enough to shove at my bestie, and then read multiple times, under the cut. ...They're all Arthur/Eames, because that's my jam. Also there might be a lot more AUs than I planned, but the fandom is just that good at writing AUs. Enjoy!

The Only Living Boy in New York by witling: the very first Arthur/Eames stuck in Limbo fic I ever read, and still an eternal favorite.

2. The Boy who Spoke with Ghosts by AvocadoLove: amazing AU in which the little boy from The Sixth Sense grows up to be Arthur. Arthur has to constantly deal with seeing ghosts, including Mal and a little girl who follows Eames around. So good.

3. Patience, a Steady Hand by Helenish: the Viking AU everyone recs, and for good reason, wow. I think I've read it like 3 times now, and am due for a reread. There is non-con, so beware, but also like... Vikings. So. I didn't know I needed an Arthur/Eames Viking AU, but I did and so do you.

4. Pulled Thread by @strangegeology: I have lost count how many times I have read this fic. It's Arthur and Eames trying to figure themselves out in their relationship, and it makes me cry every time I read it because these idiots love each other so much but are so stupid about it and stuck in their own heads sometimes. Also there is fabulous cat.

5. Nobody Knew Me at Home Anymore by enjambament: This fic is fucking BEAUTIFUL. In which Eames moves in next door when Arthur is 11, and they grow up together and then fall apart and then meet up again, and I have Big Feels. My very favorite "they grew up together" fic. Overdue for a reread.

6. I've Got Nothing to do Today but Smile (The Only Boy in New York) by gyzym: THE Coffee Shop AU, recced a zillion times, for good reason. In fact, it is the fic that sold me on Coffee Shop AUs because I never understood the appeal, but it's about so much more than the coffee shop but the coffee shop is essential. Do yourself a favor and read it.

7. Like No Other (Pretty Damned Good as You Are) by @darlingandmreames: Absolutely the VERY BEST daemon AU Inception fic I have ever come across. I adore the choices for both Arthur and Eames and how well their daemons reflect them. It's just. *chef's kiss*

8. All the Rules to Break by foxxcub: Another AU, where Arthur and Eames were former partners in Chicago PD and now Eames is an FBI Agent and there's a serial killer a little obsessed with Arthur. As I told Zoe "WELP, you have to read this one." Because it's fabulous.

9. Ne Me Quitte Pas by Black Betty: WWII AU, and my message to Zoe said "RUN. DO NOT WALK. RUN, and READ THIS." It's so emotional and bittersweet and full of longing and worry and just. Wonderful.

10. The Devil Takes His Own by kiyala: AN AU CROSSOVER WITH Mira Grant's Newsflesh series! And it does not even require a knowledge of the series, because it stands on its own and explains enough anyway. Basically, the Inception crew are reporters in a post-zombie apocalypse world. Super well written and original and please give it a read.

#inception #fic recs #international fanworks day 2025 #international fanworks day #feedback fest 2025 #arthur x eames #dream husbands #arthur inception #eames inception

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kaleldobrev · 2 years ago

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Shiny New Toy (2)

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Summary: With one orgasm down, Dean is starting to have a little bit more fun with you

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (4x), Smut (Oral Sex, Fingering), Degradation

Authors Note: Hope you enjoy part 2 of my Demon!Dean smut mini-series! | Things are starting to heat up now ;) | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

“You know what I really want to do my little virgin?” Dean asked. You weren’t sure if he had wanted you to answer or not, so you opted to stay quiet. Although you couldn’t see him at the moment because he was behind you, you could sense the eye roll. “That’s your cue to answer doll.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Your sorry’s came out quick, sounding slightly afraid. “Um, what do you want to do to me?” You asked. The question was innocent enough, but you knew his answer was going to be far from that.

In that moment, both of his hands smacked hard against your shoulders, and you let out a small yelp, not expecting the contact. A small chuckle escaped his lips. He leaned down a bit, just enough to press his lips to your ear. “I want to see how that innocent little mouth of yours feels around my cock.” Fuck. You thought to yourself. “Never sucked dick before right? I’d be your first?” You nodded. “Hmmm. I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say?”

You let out a defeating sounding sigh. “No.” You replied weakly.

“No what?” He asked. You couldn’t believe he was actually trying to make you say it. And you knew why, you had never talked about things like this before, well, not with Sam or Dean anyway. You didn’t mind talking about sex, but you didn’t really know what to talk about when it came to the subject because you lacked experience. Hell, you’ve only seen porn once, and that was completely on accident. You really were a virgin in all senses of the word, even when it came to watching porn.

“No, I’ve never sucked cock Dean.” You said. You almost felt yourself shudder at the words, almost disgusted with yourself that you had uttered them. But at the same time, there was a small part of you that had actually liked saying it.

“That’s what I thought.” He nodded, confirming. He came to the side of you, removing his hands from your shoulders. “The amount of times I’ve pictured you sucking my cock, doll…” his hand gripped your jaw tightly, making you look him in the eyes, “God. More times than I can count.” His eyes flashed black quickly, before turning the normal green that you had loved. “Sometimes when you were talking, I would be too damn distracted because I couldn’t help but just stare at this cute mouth of yours. Picturing myself disappearing between those lips.” He smirked, his words were more casual than you had expected. You knew Dean had no issues talking about sex, but this was probably one of the first times since you’ve known him that he’s gotten explicit with it while you’ve been in the room.

“Dean.” You said.

“That’s my name.” He responded. “What’s up baby?” He removed his hand from your jaw and found himself walking back over to the table.

“I’m…I’m nervous.” You weren’t sure if you should have shared that information with Dean or not.

A smirk formed on his lips. “Sweetheart…” he walked back over to you, finding himself behind you again. “I’ll tell you what.” He began. “You being nervous, I really couldn’t give a rats ass. This, this whole thing? It ain’t about you.” His voice was so cold, not the usual warmness it usually radiated. “Y/N.” You hated the way he said your name now. “Nervous or not, I’m taking what I want. And what I want, is for you to suck my dick, getting it nice and ready for yourself when I not only fuck that cunt of yours, but that ass too.” He grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your cunt and ass are nice and prepped for me cause, I’m not average by any means.” He leaned down whispering in your ear again. “I know you’ve seen it.”

About a year ago (the one time that you had accidentally watched porn) was the same day that you had first seen Dean’s dick. When you went to his room you had knocked, but when he didn’t answer you opened the door and had found him lying on the bed with his hand wrapped around his dick jacking off to some random porno on the TV. It was a sight that you had never actually wanted to see, but it was something that you hadn’t been able to get out of your mind since then. If you were being honest with yourself, you did (from that time on) start masturbating to that scene.

“Alright, so here’s what’s gonna happen.” He began, snapping you out of your thoughts. “As much as I love having you chained up, I’m gonna unchain you. This way, we can have a lot more fun.” He said. “But, here’s the catch. If you try and run out of here, try and do anything that isn’t being my little slut right now, you get chained right back on the table and I get to use these fun little toys here on the table. Got it?” You nodded. “Good.”

You were now unchained from the table, but you hadn’t moved away from it, afraid to actually get off despite you being chained to this for an unknown period of time. The room was so industrial looking, not the kind of place you’d have wanted to have sex for the first time, let alone have sex at all. You rubbed your wrists for a minute, watching Dean. His eyes were fixated on you, watching your every move, making sure you didn’t seem like you were going to run. Even if you did manage to run, where would you go? You were in Hell. And in Hell in just a bra no less, who knows who could find you. At least you knew Dean, despite him not fully being himself.

Dean approached the table, and placed his hands on either side of you, your knees were against your chest, and you simply stared up at him, staring at this evil grin that seemed painted to his face. “No need to hide Angel.” He said, slowly spreading your legs away from your chest. They moved without any kind of fight. He looked at your chest then and started playing with the straps of your bra. “This gotta go. Don’t you think?” He asked, but not really asking you. Grabbing the knife nearest to him he cut the straps off. “Take it off.” He demanded. Without hesitation you did what he asked if you and removed the bra, tossing it to the side.

As soon as you removed the bra he placed the knife back down and started cupping your breasts, playing with your nipples that had started to become hardened from his touch. “God you’re perfect.” He mumbled. “Come here.” He demanded. He didn’t even give you a second to respond or react, he grabbed you and pulled you closer to him so he was fully between your legs, your hands pressing against his chest. You looked up at his face, swearing his eyes flashed that harsh black color. “Don’t move.” He stated.

“Okay.” You said simply, your legs hanging off the edge of the table. Dean lowered himself, starting out slow as he started kissing along your jaw, down your neck, and stopping at your collarbone. He started sucking then, and you felt your breath hitch, feeling a slight wetness again. At your hitch, Dean took two of his fingers and started slowly rubbing your clit.

“So wet already.” He commented before going even lower and started sucking on your hardened nipples. “Your collarbone is gonna have some nice marks on them.” He hummed. As he sucked your nipples, his fingers started to slowly press themselves into you, a small moan escaped your lips. “That’s it Sweetheart.” He praised as he started pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you.

All you wanted to do was grab onto him, almost pull him closer to you, but you didn’t want to disobey his order of not moving. But it was getting so difficult. You felt yourself break, and found your hand touching the back of his head, almost gripping him. At first, you thought the simple act was going to be something of a problem, because technically you disobeyed, but it wasn’t. It almost seemed like you had encouraged him.

Hips lips and mouth made its way to your cunt, which was currently being aggressively pumped in and out of by his fingers. As he pumped his fingers, he added his tongue and mouth into the mix, pushing his tongue ever so slowly into your pussy when his fingers weren’t there, almost alternating. “Fuckkkk.” You shut your eyes, feeling a smirk on his lips.

You let out a moan, and looked down at the demon between your legs. It was a weird sight, his tongue and fingers slowly appearing and disappearing from you. The look on his face seemed almost ravenous, like he hadn’t eaten in days. He felt you watching him, and the thought of you watching him practically destroying you with just his mouth and fingers had started to make himself harder than he was before; he was having a hard time containing himself.

He made eye contact with you, and you found yourself looking away, as your chest started moving up and down. “No, no.” He said, removing his mouth and tongue. “Want you to keep watching.” He said, and you nodded, finding yourself complying with his request.

His movements again started to get more erratic and you couldn’t but release a string of profanities that you didn’t think was even possible to come out of you in that moment as you found yourself starting to come. “That’s it.” Was all he said, continuing to ride out your orgasm.

His mouth and fingers were covered in your cum, and there was a part of you that was almost embarrassed, but at the same time you were also a little bit turned on seeing him that way. “Here.” He said, standing up and bringing his fingers to your lips. “Want you to taste how sweet you are.” Dean stick his fingers into your mouth and without any kind of prompting, you started sucking on his fingers. “You’re learning.” He grinned.

“Alright Sweetheart, are you ready to suck your first cock?” He asked, but you knew he wasn’t really asking. Sheepishly you nodded. “Good, because I wasn’t really asking.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled his pants down along with his boxers; your eyes weirdly fixated on it. “Missed seeing it?” He grinned. “Get off the table and kneel down on the ground.”

You were frozen for a moment, almost not computing what he had said. “I said,” he began, taking your arm and yanking you off the table. “Kneel.” His eyes went black, and you felt your heart almost stop. His eyes turning back to your favorite shade of green.

You knelt down in front of him, your hands resting on your thighs. His finger tilting your chin up. “I know this ain’t about you doll but, the more you cooperate, the more pleasurable this whole experience can be for you okay?” His voice seemed a little bit more calm than it had been. “I need an okay from you Sweetheart.”

“Yes Sir.” The words just slipped out; all you had wanted to say was ‘Yes Dean.’ The smirk on his face grew.

“Yes Sir? Knew there was a kinky little thing underneath.” He removed his hand from your chin and held his dick in hand for a moment. “Alright, let’s see how much I can fit in that mouth of yours.”

The position you were in was embarrassing, humiliating. You were completely naked on your knees sucking the dick of your – well what used to be – one of your most trusted friends, someone that you knew you could rely on, someone you knew that would never take advantage of you.

You assumed that you were doing a good job, because as you looked up underneath your eyelashes Dean’s eyes were closed, and he was making a face that seemed to be of absolute pleasure. “You’re such a natural Sweetheart.” He mumbled, grabbing the back of your head so he could get a firm grip on your hair. “Should have had you on your knees years ago.” He praised.

You ran your tongue along the shaft slowly, keeping one of your hands above your lips as your mouth and hand moved in tantum with each other. Semi-loud grunts had fell from Dean’s lips, and you had felt a small knot in the bit of your stomach, along with the wetness between your legs starting to form again. You had heard from some of your friends that have done this numerous of times before that sucking dick was one of their favorite things to do, that the very act was something that could actually make them cum. You had thought that thought was silly, that there was no way something like that could happen, but the more you sucked Dean, the more you knew that you were about to eat your words.

“Little faster Sweetheart. Gonna cum.” His voice was breathy, and you instantly went deer in headlights. He took his hand, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Wanna watch your face as I cum down that pretty little throat of yours.” His evil grin was back, and you felt yourself shake your head a little, trying to convey ‘no.’ His face looked at you, confused. “No?” You nodded. “Too fucking bad.” His eyes went black just then, and it was too late, his hot cum started spilling in your mouth and down your throat – you felt like you were about to throw up.

Removing your mouth from his cock after he was finished coming, you had wanted to throw up; hating the salty taste that was in your mouth and now filled up your stomach. You started coughing a bit, Dean simply just laughed watching you. “You’re so cute.” He said, almost in a mocking tone. You looked at him, still naked and on your hands and knees, trying to stop yourself from not throwing up. You couldn’t imagine what you had looked like right now, but you thought you probably looked nowhere near cute.

Dean walked over to you, quickly yanking you up by your arm. As you stood up, the front of your body crashed against his chest; his hands had a firm grip on your arms, while your own arms were slightly crushed against your chest and his. If he wasn’t a demon, you would have loved the closeness you had to him right now; this was the type of closeness that you had always craved from Dean. You had loved when he would pull you close into a hug after a long hunt, or cuddle you at night when you had a bad nightmare. “Ready for me to fill you up Sweetheart?”

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the-power-of-a-pen · 1 year ago

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Oh, How I Love Thee

Fandom: Spider-Man 2 (PS5)

Summary: A series of cute moments between Harry Osborn and reader based on Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem How Do I Love Thee?

Word Count: 3061

Pairing: Harry Osborn x reader (romantic)

Trigger Warning(s): Cursing, 3rd to last scene is reader panicking

A/n: I don't remember the last time I wrote a fic, but I loved the new Spiderman 2 on ps5 and I'm obsessed with/gay for Harry Osborn. Also apologies: English isn't my first language. Also please give feedback -- I have quite a few more of these in my drafts that I'll only publish if these are well-received!

How do I love thee?

Planks, nails, screws, and metal bars were strewn haphazardly across the floor of the apartment you shared with Harry. His eyebrows were furrowed the way they always do when he's determined to solve something. You'd long ago surrendered the instructions to him after his persistent insistence that he could figure it out. Instead, you simply leaned against him as you began organized the mess of a dresser you had attempted to assemble.

"Okay, how the fuck am I supposed to know with one of these screws is the 40 millimeter one?" he complained.

You adjusted yourself so that you were lounging more comfortably next to him with your chin on his shoulder while he wrapped an arm around your waist. “If I had to guess,” you started, “I’d probably read what’s on the top of each screw.”

He scoffed playfully. “Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

You gestured for him to give you the instructions, which he reluctantly did. "It says we need to put the x12 screws into the L2 bar first. Then we- oh for fuck's sake, why does this manual have pictures only? We're trying to build a coffee table, not a fucking time machine."

"Let's just try using the power drill on these," Harry suggested. "There's probably tons of extra parts in here that we can use if we mess up."

"Okay, Brunel. I thought you were a biochem major."

"Hey," he laughed. "Let a man dream. Can you hold this piece up?"

You obliged, and Harry picked up the nearest 40 mm-looking screw and drove it into the wooden bar at an angle to connect it to the bottom of the coffee table. You gave each other a look. It didn't seem right, but it did what it was supposed to.

"Trust the process?" you suggested. "I'm not going to try and read that chicken scratch again."

Harry shrugged. "Fair enough. As long as it stands up, right?"

The two of you repeated the process for the other four legs and the rack under the table. Finally, you propped it up to stand. It was a horrible mess, slanted and barely standing up. Truly, it looked more like a modern sculpture than a piece of furniture.

After a moment of silence, Harry said, "I'm gonna order something pre-made and get us takeout."

"Yeah," you sighed. "That's probably for the best."

Let me count the ways.

"I claim Yoshi," Harry declared as he selected the character for the round.

"Basic," you jabbed back. "My main's Toad, anyway. Rainbow Road?"

"Obviously."

The rain pattered against the windows outside. It was a perfect night to stay in.

As soon as the countdown finished, Harry sent a green shell your way and curved around you.

"Cheater," you jabbed as you spammed your controller to get back up.

"Hate the game, not the player," he bantered. "Oh, fuck you, Peach."

"How funny would it be if the bots won over us?"

"Not gonna happen," Harry replied. He threw a banana at your mini-kart and, by pure luck, managed not to crash into you.

On Harry's side of the split screen, it showed that he was on his final lap, with you a decent distance behind him. With the finish line in sight, you pulled the last trick in your sleeve. You grabbed Harry's chin and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, making him entirely lose focus. By the time you two pulled away, you were out of breath, and your side of the TV read 1st Place.

"Now who's cheating?" Although he was trying to scold you, the way he was catching his breath took away from it.

"Oh, please," you remarked. "You didn't mind."

Harry dropped his controller and, cupping your face with one hand and pulling your waist towards him with the other, he mumbled before kissing you, "Damn right I didn't.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Your phone buzzed, stirring you from your sleep. Rubbing some sleep from your eyes, you fumbled around for it, barely reading 7:23AM off of it. You tossed it over your shoulder and rolled over, hardly getting anywhere before Harry pulled you back into him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your neck and nuzzled into you. "G'morning, babe."

"Morning," you yawned. Your eyes adjusted to the morning light and you tried to massage some warmth back into your hands. A flock of pigeons brushed by your window, tracking in a breeze that brought shivers to your spine. You stirred again, trying to get up this time.

Harry tried and failed to grab for your hand. "Where are you going?"

You smiled to yourself. Harry's morning voice never got old. "I'm just closing the window. It's freezing in here."

He propped himself up on his elbow and commented, "Well, word around town is that I make a pretty good personal heater."

You hummed. "I'll take that into consideration." You sat down on his side of the bed and brushed some wild stray hairs out of his face. "But seriously, just because we have the day off, that doesn't mean we should spend all day in bed. I can make us hot chocolate the way you like it, and we can sit out in the park, maybe try to find something good in Midtown?"

"That sounds great, baby." Harry leaned into your touch. "After a quick nap."

You scoffed as he grabbed your waist to pull you on top of him. "Nothing's quick with you," you remarked.

Your boyfriend just smirked at you. "Part of why you love me." You settled down onto him, resting your head on his chest and intertwining your legs. "Just... five more minutes, babe," he implored you.

"Five more minutes," you agreed, already drifting back off to sleep.

When feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace.

The movie you had been watching had run its course, and you were beyond tired. You resigned yourself to quickly run through your skincare routine and find Harry so that the two of you could go to sleep.

You finished rinsing the cleanser off of your face and stretched with such force that you got dizzy. Shaking this feeling off, you called for your boyfriend.

"In the kitchen!" he called back. And he was there, but sheltered behind the kitchen island on the floor with his laptop and countless papers strewn around him. The fans in his computer sounded like a helicopter about to take off. "I'm just finishing these last few emails," he yawned. "Then I've got to review the results of bee drones, verify the statistics Dr. Loughran gathered on the organ reproduction project, and then I gotta check if they repaired the particle accelerator yet and-"

You sat yourself down next to him and gently shut his laptop, kissing his temple. "Why don't we deal with this tomorrow?"

Harry sighed and leaned on your shoulder. "I've been putting this off for a while. I'm so close to finishing, just like 30 more minutes."

You ran your fingers through his hair and felt him fighting to stay conscious. "You and I both know that's a lie, babe. The weight of the world doesn't rest on your shoulders. Take a break. The work will be there tomorrow."

"But-"

"What did May always say?"

Harry sighed again, but relented and put his head in your lap. "You help someone, you help everyone."

You arranged the papers around you into a pile and grabbed a cushion from one of the kitchen island's stools to put behind your back. "Let the person you help today be you, okay?"

But Harry was already fast asleep.

I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need.

"Do you ever wonder what would happen if you used conditioner before shampoo?"

"Not really," you conceded as you took another bite of your ice cream from your place on top of the dryer.

Harry sat on the floor organizing the dark, white, and delicate clothes into piles. "I mean, it's probably better for your hair, no? Like, the whole purpose of conditioner is to break down unwanted particles and moisturize your hair. If anything, it's probably better to do it that way."

"Maybe," you agreed as you hopped down and put the first load in the wash. "But wouldn't that be the same as using fabric softener before detergent?"

"Nope. Fabric softener just coats your clothes in microplastics. It's a long-term way of damaging the bonds between the atoms for temporary comfort. Technically, we should be using something like vinegar instead."

"I'm not putting vinegar on my clothes," you objected.

"Maybe you need to be more open-minded," he teased.

"Maybe you need to keep your head in the game," you teased back, throwing his dirty T-shirt at him. You yelped when he threw a sock your way. "Oh, I'll get you back for that."

"I'd like to see you try," Harry challenged.

By sun and candle-light.

Harry raced past you in the hallway, tugging on a shoe while awkwardly hopping. You sipped your tea from the kitchen island as you stared down the morning crossword.

"Running late?" you asked as he grabbed an apple and tossed it into his bag.

"Yeah," he replied, out of breath as he roughly kissed your cheek and gave you a squeeze before rushing towards the door. "Pete's gonna have to deal with the donors on his own if I don't get there on time. Wish me luck."

"Good luck." You filled out the five boxes for 23-across whose clue read 'Oscar-winner Streep.' "I love you."

"I love you, too," he called as he shut the door. Almost immediately, he opened the door again. "Forgot my keys!"

"They're on top of your nightstand," you called as you heard him tearing your room apart. The jingle of the keys confirmed that he got them, and he bounded over to you again.

"I love you," he breathed, kissing your cheek. "You're the best."

"I know," you chuckled. You leaned around the corner to watch him leave for the second time before returning to your morning routine. You had just finished eating your breakfast when Harry came running in again.

"Missed me already?" you joked.

"Forgot my phone," he explained, grabbing it from beside you. He kissed your cheek again. "But that, too."

"Love you!" you called as he fumbled with the doorknob and you walked to the living room. "Kick ass today."

He gave you a charming wink then slipped out the door.

You turned on the TV and let a talk show play in the background as you cursed at your crossword. This time, it took Harry about 6 more minutes to realize he had yet again forgotten something important. He barged in for the third and last time, profusely apologizing.

"You wouldn't happen to know a five-letter port city of Japan, would you?" you asked without looking up.

"Try Osaka?" Harry filtered through the pockets of his coats in the laundry room until he finally found his wallet.

"That fits."

Harry returned from the laundry room and leaned down, pressing three kisses to your lips. "Okay, I'm leaving for real now. I love you."

"I love you, too, babe. Show 'em how it's done."

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

"Oh my God, you should've seen the look on Hasan's face when Vijay showed up. Like, I get it, you dated way back in the day, but showing up in all white? So then MJ went to go pull the wine trick on him while I tried to distract Hasan so that he wouldn't notice anything was going on, but of course the universe wasn't satisfied." You huffed and caught your breath in the middle of pacing back and forth in the living room. "You know what happened after that?"

Harry, from his comfortable corner in the couch covered his mouth to hide his amusement. "Jess said something?" he guessed.

"Jess opened her fucking mouth," you continued. "And she was drunk off her ass because she always is, and she comes up to Hasan on his fucking wedding day and starts shouting about Vijay coming over. So at this point, Song is already asking Hasan 'Have you been cheating on me? Is that what this is?' And obviously Hasan would never do that but now Song's upset so the two of them go to argue in the backroom while Keith escorts Vijay out and MJ and I have to babysit Jess for the rest of the evening." You paused and took a sip of your mocktail. "It was literal hell."

At this point, you realize the smile taking over Harry's face. "What?"

He shook his head as he surveyed you in admiration. "You're hot when you're angry."

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

"Do I look good?" Harry asked nervously as he adjusted his tie.

You brushed his mess of curls away from his forehead. "You look perfect. You are perfect."

"I really need this interview to go well," he said, biting his lips. "Whatever this guy publishes is gonna be severely edited by Jonah, and if even half of what MJ said was warning enough, we're screwed."

"You're going to be fine," you assured him. When that didn't seem to work, you grabbed him by his shoulders and said, "Your mom would be so proud of you. Don't worry about what you can't control."

Harry took in a deep breath, and, hugging you before going into the meeting room, whispered, "Let's heal the world."

I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

"Good morning," chirped the barista as you walked in to the small café. "What can I get started for you?"

"Just a small pumpkin latte, please," you replied. You shivered and wrapped your scarf tighter around you.

"Anything else I can get for you? Maybe my number?"

"No, thanks -- that'll be all," you assured her, glancing behind you to look for Harry.

You jumped when he touched your arm. "I've got this one, baby," he winked and offered his card. The barista's eyes widened in realization, and she silently finished the transaction. One of her coworkers finished off the order and handed it to you on the other end of the kiosk.

You unlocked your car with your keys and laughed when Harry rushed to open the door for you.

"What's so funny?"

"You're jealous, aren't you," you jested.

Harry mocked offense as he got into the car on the other side. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're referring to, your majesty."

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.

Harry crossed your arms on your chest and hugged you from behind to give you that comfort of pressure. "Breathe, babe. It's gonna be okay. This feeling will go away."

Your breathing was erratic, your face tingled, and you felt so dizzy you might pass out. "I could've lost you," you managed to get out between gasps. "So much could've gone wrong."

"I know," he said in a low voice. "I know. But everything's alright. Pete and Miles have a handle on things, they always do. That thing's gone. I'm okay. Everything's gonna be okay."

You rested your forehead on your knees, but Harry didn't let go of you. "I tried to get through to you but that thing just kept on speaking to me, and Dr. Connors said you were too far gone and then MJ told me what happened at the Foundation- fuck's sake you were in a coma for three weeks and you just show up-"

Harry crawled in front of you and gently took your face in his hands. "It was scary for me too, love. I thought it was going to hurt you and-" He took in a deep breath. "The worst is behind us, okay? Let's focus on that."

You nodded and tried to slow your breathing. After a moment: "None of that was your fault, you know? It wasn't you doing it."

"I know." He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes with a shaky breath. "I know."

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life;

"Okay, what do you think of this option?" You came out from the hallway with a new outfit and gave him a spin.

"Gorgeous," he breathed. "You look like an angel."

You sat down next to him on your bed. "Babe, I love you, but if all you do is flatter me, I'm not going to know what to wear to the gala."

Harry traced his fingers over the folds of your sides as you fiddled with the invitation in your hands. "Not my fault that my partner's hot."

"But it will be your fault if we're late," you retorted. "This one, the dark blue one, or the black one?"

He hummed. "This one," he replied with a wink. "It'll be easier to take off later."

He got up to leave the room, but you grabbed him by the tie, saying an inch away from his lips, "We'll see about that, handsome." And with that, you strutted away.

And, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

You moved the needle onto the vinyl, letting the smooth jazz of Thelonious Monk fill the room. You waltzed over to Harry, and, wrapping one arm around his waist and grabbing his other hand, you swayed to the beat.

"C'mon, loverboy," you taunted him. "Show me some rhythm."

"I'm trying," he laughed, shuffling his feet.

"Baby, a little less Electric Slide, a little more moving those hips."

"Why don't you lead me instead?"

You spun in his arms and put your dominant leg between his legs and hummed as you swayed in a circle. Harry put an arm over your shoulder and started singing along.

"Glee Club paying off," you joked.

He bumped your nose. "Very funny."

You spun Harry as the music signalled that it was near its end.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" Harry asked as he caught his balance.

You dipped him with the flourish of the music. "More than I can count."

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pedrostylez · 3 months ago

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The First Time: Part 2

pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

chapter summary: Mando struggles with figuring out how to tell you how he exactly knows you, and you're just trying to fix your ship...

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Time travel, confusion, fluff but barely we are only just getting to know ourselves here, Din wants to show affection but restrains, flashes of wanting and yearning ya know, inaccuracies about Star Wars megaverse, please forgive me.

A/N: It's been so long, but I have chapter 2. This has been a crazy few months for me (get laid off a job, find a new job, fail my tests for certification, etc, etc) but I hope that everyone else is doing well. I miss all of you and I miss sitting down and feeling the motivation to write. I hope for all of it to come back eventually to me :) Anyways, love y'all!

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Din doesn’t know what to say to you.

The Jedi don’t exist in your time? The thought is baffling, and he almost starts to laugh. But the look on your face, wide-eyed and confused, leaning toward him and his visor indicating your heartbeat picking up, has him holding it back. “Can we speak alone?” He asks, resting an arm on the seat behind you.

You glance at how he has spread himself closer to you, then around the room. “We are alone.”

“No, I mean elsewhere. Away from prying eyes.” He asserts, standing before you can say anything else and offering his hand.

His nerves are getting the better of him, tempted to pull his hand back and away from you when you stare at it for longer than he anticipated. You’re so hesitant and unsure of him, that he is second-guessing himself. But yours slowly reaches for his, squeezing tightly to use him as support to stand until you can retreat, waiting for his lead.

He guides you to the front door, his hand hovering at your lower back, wanting to press into your skin to feel you, but he resists, aware of Lugho’s menacing stare watching the two of you leave.

Stepping out the front door, the suns are brutal even with his armor on. Your eyes squint from the discomfort and lean toward him to try to escape the glare. He brings you around the building, the tapestries covering the alleyways and the suns on the other side, the temperature drastically drops.

Din pauses, glancing around to see no one is near, his visor not picking up anyone nearby, and he turns to you. He wants to tell you everything, right then, with your rapt attention on him, your eyes somehow able to find his below the visor. But he knows he can’t; not unless he wants to completely disrupt the timeline. “I found your ship.”

The change in topic confuses you, your brows furrowing before crossing your arms over your chest. “So…the Jedi asked you to find me because…I crashed?” You guess, tilting your head to the side.

Din remains silent, his fingers twitching in his gloves just slightly. He thinks he could strangle you and kiss you all at the same time, for how much you’ve scared him, pissed him off, and turned him on.

But you don’t even know that. You’re not the same…you, that made him angry to begin with.

“I don’t know why the Jedi asked me to find you.” he lies, letting his breath release slowly as he watches your eyes, darting around the front of his visor before drifting to his chest. He swears they dip lower, and he feels heat burst inside of him, not from the suns. “But I do what they ask of me.”

“The Jedi aren’t alive.” You say quietly, leaning your back against the mudbrick behind you, your face turning from his toward the open road. “I…thought they were killed off.”

He stands still, waiting. Your eyes look back to him, waiting for him to contribute more information, but when he doesn’t you sigh more heavily. “Is there something on my ship that someone left…that maybe the Jedi want?” You try again.

He ponders your offer, shifting his body to rest one hand on his hip. “Maybe.” He says quietly, surprised when you scoff and roll your eyes at him. This version of you has been so….timid. So caught up in your own world, and apparently trying to not draw more attention to yourself, that Din was beginning to forget that you typically came with an attitude. He finds himself smiling behind his helmet, the flick of your hair and tilt of your neck to crack it familiar to him.

“Well, then let’s go to my ship and see if there is anything you need. Clearly, I don’t need it.” you mumble, pushing yourself off the wall and bringing a hand up to cover your face. “I should work on it anyways…”

Walking next to the Mandalorian, or “Mando” as he mumbled at you after you asked what you should call him, is a strange experience.

Through the streets, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you, as if you are Mando’s captured bounty. You refrain from yelling out that it isn’t the case, keeping your eyes down with him walking closely behind you. Going through the streets, fewer and fewer people are around, but you continue to feel the stare, and you begin to wonder if it’s actually him who has his eyes on you.

Every time you look up at him, his darkened visor remains facing forward, intent on the direction you both are going. His head only tilts down to you when the bag of tools Lugho let you borrow slaps against your leg with a loud thud.

You turn your head away from him, embarrassed of being caught as you step further into the denser forested area that is familiar. “I think it should be up here, somewhere.” You say quietly, continuing straight.

“To the left.” He agrees, pointing ahead of you.

You feel the blood rush through your system as you stutter in your steps, clearing your throat. Right…he already knows. How much did the Jedi tell him?

The idea that the Jedi, who you had been told in both war and at home were long dead, were actually alive made your head spin. Were they hiding and so people assumed? Why does Mando have access to them, and why is he doing their dirty work?

What in the stars have you done to–

Mando’s hand grabs your shoulder, yanking you backward and thumping into his chest with a groan, his other hand coming up and covering your mouth. Your eyes widen in panic, thinking that he is hunting you and he had lied to get you alone. You almost drop the bag before he leans toward your ear. “There’s a cave here that you walked by when you first crashed.”

You breathe heavily through your nose, not speaking as you hear a cry of something that makes your spine straighten and your skin breaks out in gooseflesh.

“It’s Condor.” He mumbles. “Let’s hope they’re babies.”

Mando releases you, leather-covered fingers slowly peeling away from your mouth and moving your body to face in a different direction. His fingers dig into your shoulder just enough to let you know that he does not want to stay in the area for longer than necessary.

Taking his lead, you walk quickly for a few minutes, a sweat breaking out on your brow from how fast Mando had moved you through the undisturbed terrain. His hands had dug into your upper arms, practically lifting you to control the speed, but you resisted enough that your legs still carried you, and your heart beating so fast that you swear this walk in closer to a run. When he’s decided you both are far enough away from this cave, he lets go, and you lean over yourself to breathe. You’ve dropped the bag with a loud clang, supporting your hands on your knees to take in as much oxygen as you can. “I…I didn’t…”

“I know.” He says quietly, standing next to you without so much as a huff of discomfort, and waiting patiently as you have this moment of panic. “It worried me greatly when I was tracking you.”

His admittance catches you off guard, and you shake your head when you’re able to stand straight again. You notice he has picked up the tool bag himself, waiting for you to move. “Tracking me?”

Mando lets the silence be his answer, staring at you. It frustrates you, how he’s able to answer you without any words, but the fear from a moment ago is still coursing through you. You hold out your hand to take the bag back, but Mando steps around you to continue in this new direction.

“I can carry it.” You huff, following him through the brush. You hear him grunt, an obvious “not anymore” that has you rolling your eyes.

“Not much longer.” His voice rings out, not bothering to look back to see if you’re behind him as he creates the path for you to your crashed ship. Walking behind him with your arms crossed like a petulant child gives you just long enough to take in your surroundings.

The trees are almost a dark purple to your eye, the leaves swaying in a breeze you don’t feel. You wonder briefly what type of plants are on this moon, when your eyes drift to the back of Mando’s head. The beskar shines, and the suns are able to peek through the leaves just enough to reflect off of him. Your eyes travel lower, his shoulders so broad and taking up space in a way you’ve never seen a man take up space before.

You think briefly of who your mother hoped for you to marry before you left for war, remembering the slimmer-built man that made you wonder what exactly he ate. The resources on your home planet were not as sufficient as others, and many were unfortunate. But this man in front of you, you assumed a man, at least, was broad, supporting heavy-looking armor and carrying much through this densely packed forest.

A feeling of warmth begins to spread through your chest as your eyes drift lower, the beskar on his upper thighs trying to hide what you so clearly see; how he fills in this armor, how he wears it like it’s a second skin, and you wonder if he ever takes it off–

You slam into the back of Mando with a quiet oof and a thunk of your forehead against the back you were just thinking about, reaching up to rub at your face as his head turns to look down at you. “What are you thinking about?” He questions, his body turning to reveal the backside of your crashed ship in front of him.

“N-nothing.” You lie, clearing your throat and moving your eyes to the broken window of your ship. You go to take a step, but he stops you.

“I could feel you looking at me.” He gruffs out, and you swear you hear him hum it instead of the modulated flatness that usually comes out of his helmet.

That heat in your chest spreads out further, embarrassment and something else has you shaking your head. “Really, nothing. Let’s just–”

“Gedet’ye…” He growls, his free hand coming up to your chin to focus your eyes back on his visor. “Tell me.”

You’re locked in a trance with the dark helmet in front of you, his thumb sliding back and forth over your chin as if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Your mouth finally catches up with your brain, popping open to take a breath of air in. “J-just your…your armor. It’s shiny…”

You close your eyes, embarrassment flushing your skin as you hear yourself. It's shiny? You begin berating yourself mentally, wondering why you would ever say something like that when you hear the smallest indication of Mando laughing.

Your eyes pop back open, his hand falling away from your face as you distinctly hear the chuckle. “Let’s take a look at your ship.” He announces, turning away from you and toward the hunk of metal that crashed here.

Din misses you.

It’s hard for him to figure out in his head, since you’re right in front of him, or beside him, or trailing quickly behind him, but Gods, he misses the you that knows him. In a way, it has worked out that you don’t know what is going on, because the last time he saw you, you argued.

But now you’re in front of him, on hands and knees with your arms disappearing into the electrical panel of your ship, asking him to hold the flashlight that Lugho had in his mechanic’s bag, and he doesn’t know how to tell you.

Din knows that you’re curious; that you feel something like he does that is hard to describe or understand. An inability to stop looking at each other, but you’re so unaware…how did you tell him?

As he is trying to remember his first jump through time to find you, he hears you clear your throat. “Uh, can you hold the light steady please?” You try to sound firm, looking up toward him for a moment and then back to the wires. His hand had drifted, no longer on the area you were working on and he’s quick to snap it back into place.

He knows his face is red and he’s thankful you can’t see it. But he begins to feel the heat in his cheeks spread further, his neck pulsating with the temperature as his eyes drift over your body turned away from him again.

Gods, you’re bent over in front of him, and he’s only just now beginning to register how your hips are moving slightly whenever you pull at the wires. How the fabric of your shirt has ridden up and he can see the exposed skin of your back peeking out at him.

He reaches forward and rests his gloved hand on the skin, freezing when he realizes what he’s done. “I’ll take a look, you hold the light.” He chokes out, letting his hand remain on your bare skin as you look over your shoulder at him.

The memory of you looking over your shoulder at him in the Razor Crest as he pushed his hips against yours flashes over his vision before you nod, shimmying your way backward. “Sure.” You mumble, handing him the wire cutters and slipping the flashlight from his grasp.

Din clears his throat, thankful to be able to hide himself in the inner workings of your ship and to think straight. Now you dutifully hold the light, your foot tapping somewhere behind him as he strips a green wire to connect it to a blue.

He doesn’t actually need you to hold the light, his visor switching to night vision as soon as his head sticks into the shadowed panel, but he lets you have it anyway. He doesn’t want you to know what he’s thinking at this moment, just as you did not want him to know what you were thinking just before you bumped into him.

He smirks to himself while he strips another wire, the red sparking against the yellow as he remembers you stumbling over your words. Yes, he knows you feel it too. He’ll have to get you more relaxed before he can tell you exactly how he knows everything, though. Din has never had to try to get to know you in this way; where you are so hesitant. All other times he’s found you, you’ve already known him.

Din is lost in his thoughts long enough that the lights in the ship turn on, a gasp of surprise heard above him as you give a quiet cheer. “There’s still power!” You exclaim happily, your hand coming down and slapping at his back lightly.

He chuckles, beginning to back out of the panel when he feels the ground beneath him rumbling. Din frowns, facing you to watch as your brow lowers, the lights flickering off again. “What was that?” You ask, not looking to him for an answer, but sliding yourself closer to him.

Din goes to respond when the ground shakes again more violently, his hand reaching out to balance himself on the ground and you tumbling toward him. Your eyes widen, the flashlight forgotten as you crash into him while the whole ship itself shakes. A hand squeezing at his shoulder, he’s turned over enough now for you to fall into his lap ungracefully, your forehead banging against his visor.

“Ow…” You whine, unconsciously reaching up to rub at your head when the shaking stops for only a moment before starting up again. It is similar to turbulence he thinks, but he knows there is something outside of your ship that smells the two of you.

“Quiet.” he snaps, wrapping an arm around the back of your shoulders and pressing you to his chest. He clicks at the side of his helmet, looking through the side of your ship and watching the Condor push at the broken glass. “Don’t move.”

The ship shakes around you, his head tilted up toward your ceiling to observe while you shut your eyes and duck, concerned that any debris may fall on you. A gloved hand comes toward your head, covering the top and just barely brushing the hair back. You don’t question this as the side of the ship rumbles again and your eyes squeeze tighter.

This is not what you were hoping for when you came out here.

You thought that maybe you would get a better understanding of what your ship needed to be up and running again, that Mando would stand stoically and not speak to you. That maybe what he was looking for would be on a silver platter and he would snatch it up and leave you alone. But now, you find yourself wrapped up in him, melting further into his chest, listening to another final shake of the ship. Your teeth sink into the inside of your cheek, attempting to hold back a gasp as thumping slows down close to the ship before retreating and quieting in the distance.

Mando’s hand still cradles the back of your skull, and something deeper inside you screams at you not to pull away from him. But your head tilts up, his visor tilting down to meet your gaze and you swear you can see him through it, even if only for a moment.

You’re unsure how long you’re staring at each other, but at some point you blink and his hands have loosened around your body, and you have to shake yourself. “S-sorry.” You mumble sheepishly, adjusting your torso to get your legs under you. Unintentionally, your center brushes against his, and you freeze at the contact.

You hadn’t realized that you had gotten…warm, there, and the cool flight suit against your pants has you embarrassed. Mando grunts, and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Oh gods I’m–”

“It’s alright.” He rushes out, letting you scramble the rest of the way away from him before he smoothly rises. “The…Condor moved on.”

You nod, reaching down to the tools that were about to be forgotten. Piling everything into the bag, you zip it shut and sling it over your shoulders. “Let’s not stick around for it to come back.”

Mando stays put for another moment before nodding in agreement, letting you lead him out of your ship. He watches you jump down from the door to the ground with a soft oof before he does the same, holding out his hand toward you. “I’ll carry that.”

You shake your head, wrapping your hand around the straps tighter. “You carried it most of the way here, Mando. I got it.”

His hand slowly drops back down, sighing heavily before taking a step around you to lead again. “Your ship only needs a couple more patches to fix the siding, but otherwise the diagnostics show you landed relatively safely.”

You shrug. “Didn’t want to die.” You half laugh, looking up to see his head snap to the side before looking forward again. “I miss having a full crew to help when issues come up in the ship, but I don’t need them.”

Mando hums, quiet except for his boots hitting the dirt. He’s creating a new path, similar to the one he came in on, but avoiding using the same landmarks as before. You wonder briefly if it is to avoid the Condor. “Why don’t you need them?” He eventually asks, holding a branch out of the way before snapping the tree limb out of the path.

You give a quick scoff, distracted by how his bicep moves under his flight suit and trip over a rouge tree root before setting yourself right again. “I thought you knew everything about me already?”

“Tell me anyway.” Is his immediate response, tilting his head in your direction to make sure you’re okay.

It’s a complicated thing to tell Mando what exactly you’re doing. You still don’t know if he is trying to gather a bounty on you before you turn yourself in, or if he is genuinely curious. You decide quickly to give him just a little bit of information; at this point you’re not sure it will hurt. “I’m returning home, so I don’t need a crew.”

He seems to think this over, his stride not faltering for even a second. “Won’t you go out again?” He questions, your eyes looking down to where you’re placing your feet.

The trees are thinning as you think of how to respond, the forest turning into an overheated dunescape of a village. “No…I planned on…staying.” You huff out, lifting your chin to look forward. You see the cantina in the distance, wondering if it is too early for a strong drink.

He hums again, turning his body more toward you before pausing. You stop with him, wiping at your forehead as you look to his visor. “You just wanted to go home?” Mando questions, and you almost hear the disappointment in his tone, but you swear you’re making it up.

“Yeah…sorta.” You shrug, stretching your neck muscles and sighing happily when your neck cracks. “Think it’s the right thing to do.”

You kick at the dirt in front of you, not sure why you stopped with Mando, but decide to lean in the direction of the cantina, trying to indicate that you both should continue on. Your fingers are fiddling with the straps of the mechanic’s bag, and you’re trying to not show that it is heavy, but you can’t help but move it to the other shoulder when Mando still doesn’t move.

Instead he stares at you, or at least, in your general direction. You can feel his eyes are tracing over your movements, watching your fingers fidget with the strap of the bag, and you are more than positive he is watching the sweat droplet move down your hairline and off your jaw. You clear your throat hesitantly, wiping at your face again. “Are we…taking a break?”

He doesn’t respond, reaching his hand out slowly as if he is going to offer it to you to hold, but instead snatches the bag away from you, holding it at his side. “Just for a moment.”

“I can carry that.” You huff out, trying to hide that you are instead grateful for him to be taking it.

“I know you can.” Is his quiet response, turning back in the direction of the cantina. “Come, I hear Lugho.”

You follow after him, frowning. “You can hear him? From here?” Gods, how much can he hear after you’ve gone up to bed? How far can he hear?

He doesn’t respond, just picking up his pace to reach the uncovered village like he’s taking a stroll through a park, the sun reflecting off the shoulder of his armor in a way that makes you have to move to the other side of him.

Your sweating hasn’t stopped by the time you both step into the cooled cantina, Lugho nowhere in direct eyesight. You sigh, grateful to be in the shadowed building even if the cooldown won’t last long. It’s still early afternoon, so the cantina hasn’t yet filled up with the moon’s whole population of workers yet, but when all of the different bodies pack themselves into the building, the temperature increases.

There’s a reason you go up to your room earlier than the others.

You step around Mando to the bar, wher Lugho’s other bartender is cleaning glasses. You’ve not yet learned his name, not usually around when he is, but when you hold up the bag of tools he nods toward the staircase.

You smile in thanks, heading toward the stairs and calling for Lugho. “I have your tools back! Thank you for letting me–”

When you get to the top of the stairs, you see your room’s door is wide open, Lugho’s body sticking out just enough to show a shoulder, maybe a hip. Mando bumps into the back of you with a quiet huff, unaware that he was following you to begin with. You look over your shoulder at him in confusion, his body quickly stepping in front of you as he sees your room door open.

“Mandolorian!” Lugho calls, relieved. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“At my door, Lugho? What the hell, why is it open?” You chirp unhappily, throwing your arms up as your toss the bag in his direction.

“It was open.” Lugho says gravely, his eyes darkening unhappily as he looks over you as if he’s checking for injuries and then to Mando. “That’s why I was looking for the Mandolorian.”

“Someone broke in.” Mando annouces, taking heavy steps forward and pushing past Lugho into your room.

“What?” You feel frantic, stepping in after Mando and looking around for your stuff. It seems it’s mostly there; your clothes scattered around, your food rations from the ship still in a neat pile on the table. Your face flushes in embarrassment as Mando stands in the center, turning only his head to examine everything as you snatch at underwear and ratty shirts you sleep in to be hidden again.

“Is everything here?” He asks, his gaze on you as you try to clean up your mess of clothes.

“Uh yeah, yeah I think so.” You affirm, pushing your hair out of your face and looking to the door to see Lugho hovering. “Who was here earlier?”

“The usuals.” Lugho confirms, crossing his arms. “But…I wasn’t here all day.”

As you’re packing your clothes back in your bag, you notice that the bag itself, while flimsy and seeming not worth a lot, has been touched. You move the clothes still folded in the bottom out of the way, frowning at the hidden zipper that has been opened. “Wait…my–”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. Your badge from the war, hidden away in the pocket of this bag, is missing. Not only is this badge something you need to identify yourself when you go to turn yourself in, but you had carefully pasted a photo of your family on the back of it.

Unexpected tears are beginning to build up in your eyes and you try to blink them away. Why would someone take that? You’re thinking yourself into a spiral, unable to understand when a warm hand rests on your shoulder. You look up to that same, darkened visor that is now in front of you, kneeling beside you.

Mando takes a deep breath in that you can only see and not hear before he says. “We’ll find them, Kar’ta, don’t worry.”

And even though you don’t know the Mandolorian, and have no reason beyond him protecting you from the Condor in the forest to trust him, you immediately nod, your nerves calmed.

This is what the Mandalorian does. He finds people.

Condor Dragon: Per wookieepedia, “Condor dragons, also known as mantigrues, were a species of flying, predatory reptavian native to the Forest Moon of Endor. They were distinguished by their bony dorsal ridges, large fangs, clawed legs, and red, leathery wings. Their yellow eyes had sharp vision, and they inhabited cliffsides that ran through the forests.”

Gedet’ye → Please

Kar’ta → heart

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alanaartdream · 6 months ago

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Adding some more sketches /drawings to my fairly odd parents Jimmy Timmy power hour Nicktoons unite fairy Timmy ideas

Now I love just LOVE everyone else au ideas of what happen to Timmy Turner before Fairly odd parents a wish happened and where he might turn up in a new wish series

So far not many are adding in the Jimmy Tommy power hour series/ episodes and the nicktoons unite games into those au so I’ve been playing that into my au ideas of Fairy Timmy

(( you can all ask questions about my ideas if you like I don’t mind; I’m just busy with work/ life as well but don’t mind answering questions about this au; I might even draw something if I have the time (can ask about other interests I have I don’t mind that either)

Anyway a lot seem to think Dev is like Timmy and that well Peri could adopt Him like Wanda and Cosmo can with Timmy and well like how butch use to leave a lot of plot holes in the original fairly odd parents series there are a few plot holes I can see with this ( I mean it be great if peri could do that for Dev but well Dev a totally different kid to Timmy) for starters Timmy never ever wanted to rule over everyone at heart Timmy was a kid who just wanted to be loved and liked ( if you wanted to be friends with him and hang out play games/ watch movies and read comics heck even go on world saving adventures with him he’d LoVe that and think you were the coolest just for doing that (heck Timmy would of loved anime manga my hero academia and delicious in dungeon because those 2 have things like adventures heroes and making friends along the way he’s not interested in controlling everyone or having them worship the very grown he walks on nah that’s not what Timmy wants he wants people to appreciate love and want to hang out with him) Timmy would be friends with Hazel in a heart beat; heck man in one of Jimmy Timmy power hour episodes Jimmy was surprised that Timmy was happy to hang out with him even though at the time they were both interested in Cindy even though he finds Jimmy to be a nerd he still likes to honestly hang out with Jimmy ( and even through his friends Chester and AJ ignore him first Timmy still willing to say sorry for ignoring them; heck man Jimmy a better friend to Timmy than AJ and Chester have been like sometimes you wonder why Timmy wants to be friends with them; they’ve jilted him quite a few episodes heck not once did they try to make him feel better over all the crap Cocker or Vicky put him through (they just ignore all of the crap Timmy going through)

Only ones who truly appreciated and loved Timmy are the fairies so I can totally see him siding with fairies over Pixies & anti fairies and it would be so easy for him to let go of his human life because with his parents neglecting him/ the abuse from Vicky cocker and bullying he had to go through annndd his so called friends not really caring what happens to him unless they needed something from him? Yeah can totally see him going to live with the fairies and becoming a fairy for the rest of his life and never going back

Also don’t see Timmy growing up to be mean under his birth parents more like one of those people who cannot help try to people please everyone event though it sometimes hurts him because with friends/ family he had only seem interested in him unless he can do something to please them and the only one who truly liked him was Tootie so probably be married or dating her like he’d see she was only true friend and they both hate Vicky so probably move away from her to get some peace and quiet; toothie would make him get therapy to deal with abuse he suffer as a kid because she’d understand; so she’s likely to work with children and Timmy would likely be a lawyer/ work with children as well

In my au Timmy becomes a fairy and grows up a fairy under Wanda and Cosmo care (as well as all the fairies looking out for him)

He’s been fairy world’s hero from when he was just a godkid; he would help with the Da Rules book but also handle lawyers cases with kids and even keep on saving fairy world and universe with the nicktoons untie gang

Fairy world would trust the nicktoons unite gang for sure

Now dev he wants control he wants people to worship him so he can get his dad’s approval/attention; he doesn’t care who he has to step on to get there as long as he gets what he wants; he doesn’t care about being friends with others as much as Timmy AND Hazel do; it’s not until he realises that he’s never going get his dad’s love that he realises he’s been aweful and that to make friends you cannot step on everyone and force them to worship you to get people to like you

Jimmy and the nicktoons unite gang would be pissed off at this kid while Timmy feels sorry for him

And peri couldn’t adopt Dev though he’s still very inexperienced when dealing with children who need help (dev his first god kid and he’s fresh out fairy god parents training so he’s trying to do everything right by the book because he’s so new at it he’s soo not ready to be a full time father just yet; best he can be for Dev is his babysitter/ godparents)

Wanda & Cosmo have had soo soo many God kids before they got Timmy (and a lot of their past god kids use to abuse their magic to cause a great many wrongs; heck one even started one of the big world wars) love fell in Love with Timmy and just love how creative Timmy’s wishes are and they understood fully that most of the time Timmy’s wishes were a reflection of all the abuse; neglect and abandoning Timmy had to go through; they Had to take over being his parents because his birth parents they killed every plant under their own care (and every time Tommy went to camp and left pets in their care they killed it; also Tommy got gaslighted into saying sorry to all the zombie version of those pets when he wish for everything to live in his parents garden because his parents keep killing the garden when his parents were the ones who killed the pets and said the pets run away)

At this point I think Wanda Cosmo; heck even Jorginho acknowledges to all fairy kind that Timmy’s birth parents are not fit to raise kids (thank goodness they only had one; if they had any others Timmy would’ve had to step in and care for them so his parents wouldn’t end up killing them as well ) also Timmy seeing how sad Wanda and cosmo couldn’t even have a kid of their own thus why they became god parents together in the 1st place wishes Poof/peri into existence for them and how couldn’t they fall even more in love with this kid Timmy for giving them something they never could have before? At that point Timmy was particularly family so yeah they just couldn’t let him keep suffering anymore so would fairy adopt him and take him away

Also to add in some more happiness I believe Jimmy would love Hazel being they both love to study rocks ( fairy Timmy would find that adorable watching them talking about rocks)

The nicktoons unite gang would love her too being as she’s quite a imaginative sweet kid (a bit more mature than Timmy was though so all of them try to let her be a kid around them feeling like she’s probably made to be too grown up around her parents and not let to be just a kid too often)

Also my fairy of Felicity being the as she’s an art fairy would probably love to try to draw paint Hazel being as it’s not often she gets to draw people with curly hair

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