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lillian-gallows · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 7: Virginity with Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3552 (Got a little carried away again) Warnings: Loss of virginity and some anxiety about it, vaginal fingering, P in V sex, Protected sex, Dirty talk, frequent check-ins, aftercare. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

Ever been so nervous about something that it’s the only thought that matters? Yeah, that’s how you’re feeling right now as you sit next to Bucky with some action movie that you aren’t paying a lick of attention to playing.

Why were you so nervous, you may ask? Because you want to give Bucky your virginity tonight.

The pair of you had been dating for almost a year, and it’s as they say, by month 3 you know if you want to be with a person. Well, you know, and the rest of that time has been spent hyping yourself up to take the leap.

And tonight was the night. That is, if you can unlock your limbs enough to reach out for him, or even just turn your head to look at him or open your mouth to speak. Or anything other than just sit there like nothing was going on in your head.

It’s not like you were a prude or anything, or even scared, okay well, maybe you were a little scared, but not because you didn’t want to do it! You craved Bucky in a way you’d never craved anyone else. He made you feel things that make your head spin and your body tingle without ever touching you.

But it didn’t help that so many people tell you how much the first-time hurts, or how you won’t cum because of it, or how most guys like girls who are experienced, even if they turn around and shit talk anyone with a body count.

Bucky never gave you any indication that any of that was anything to be worried about, he was fully aware of your lack of experience, and was not only okay with it, but seemed to take pleasure in the idea of being your first if you so chose, but there was never any pressure. Perks of dating a super soldier from the 50s, he’s a perfect gentleman.

No, the call was coming from inside the house on this one, you were freaking yourself out by thinking too much, as one does, and because of it you were thoroughly locked in place, cuddled into Bucky’s side on his couch with the man himself none the wiser to your spiraling thoughts. Or so you thought.

“You okay, Doll?” His voice was like a hammer through glass, sudden and glaringly loud.

“Huh? Yeah, why?” You managed not to stumble over the words, but it felt like you were trying too hard to sound normal.

“You sure? You’re all flushed, you feeling okay?” He asked, his flesh hand coming up to feel your forehead for a fever, and his concern made your heart flutter and crave him all the more.

You leaned into his touch as his hand trailed down your face to cup your cheek after finding no fever. “Yeah, Buck, I’m fine. Just getting lost in thought is all.” You explained vaguely, and you knew it was going to be too vague for his liking.

He reached for the T.V. remote and paused the movie so he could give you his full attention. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, concern turning to curiosity.

You drew your lower lips between your teeth as you thought, this was your chance to tell him you wanted to have sex, but the words felt lodged in your throat, choking you. “It’s um…” Your flush darkened and you could swear you saw something in his eyes change, like something occurred to him.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me, Doll. It’s okay.” He assured softly, like coaxing a scared animal, but that something in his eyes told you he was pretty sure he knew where this was going, he always could read you like a book.

His warm thumb gently pulled your lips free of your teeth, brushing over it slowly to soothe the soft skin from your nerves. “I…” You started softly, trying desperately to hold eye contact, but those blue eyes made your brain short circuit, so you had to look away as the words finally rushed from your lips, stuttering and a little shaky. “I want to have sex with you.”

He’d allowed you to look away to say the words, but now that they were out, he turned you to face him once more. “You sure, Baby? We don’t gotta if you aren’t comfortable.” He asked, dark brows drawn together, but eyes soft.

“I’m sure. I’ve been sure. I just…You know I’ve never- you know.” He cracked a small smirk at the way you stumbled to dance around your words. “It’s a little daunting…” You admitted softly, earning a small understanding nod from him.

“It doesn’t have to be.” He said softly. “If you’re sure, we can take it nice and slow, and if you want to stop at any time, we can. I won’t be upset or bothered. I want you to feel good, and I want you to feel safe.” His eyes held so much sincerity that it made you a little emotional.

“I do feel safe with you, that’s why I’m sure I want this.” You promised, leaning into him subtly, eyes struggling to remain on his, too distracted by the sudden desire for his lips.

“Well, then Doll, I have one request then.” He said, his smirk returning, slow and seductive.

“Hm?” You managed, so drawn in by him.

He leaned down so his lips were right next to your ear. “I need to hear you say it again, ask me real nice.” Then he pulled back, looking at you expectantly.

Your breath caught in your throat as his ghosted over your skin with each word, then you had to struggle to form the words, not because of nerves. No, now it was because your brain was buzzing. Swallowing thickly, you opened your mouth. “Will you fuck me? Please, Buck…?” The words felt heavy and sweet on your tongue like molasses and the smile he gave you was just as sweet, but it was also hungry.

“Yeah, Doll, I can do that.” He said before standing from the couch and scooping you up, throwing you over his shoulder and pulling a shocked laugh from you.

“Bucky!” You giggled. “What are you doing?”

“My girl deserves better than a couch for her first time.” He answered, it was clear from his voice that he was grinning. “So, I’m taking you to bed.” He kicked open his bedroom door then laid you on the bed before pointing at you. “Stay.” He ordered before turning to leave the room.

“Yes, sir!” You said with a joking salute, the tension now broken enough for jokes.

He hesitated at the door and sent you a look, brow lifted as if to ask “Really?” Before he was gone. The sound of glassware and running water echoed down the hall for a moment before he returned with a glass of water in hand.

You watched as he passed you to put it on the nightstand, on the side of the bed you usually sleep on when you stay over, then turned to face you once more. “For after.” He explained when he saw your confused expression.

“Now…” He trailed off as he slowly sauntered back to stand in front of you. “I believe you asked something of me, and I intend to see it done…” He said as he bent over you, drawing your lips to his.

His stubble scratched at your skin with each twist of your lips, his hands held your cheeks for but a moment before they trailed down over your neck, then your shoulders, over your torse, bypassing your breasts, till they reached the bottom of your shirt, where they stopped, and he broke the kiss. “May I?” He breathed.

Your nod was all he needed before he was tugging your shirt up and off, leaving you in your bra and jeans, you felt goose bumps bloom over your skin as the cool air met your heated flesh, but you didn’t get to dwell on it long before he was lifting you up off the bed to sit where you’d been, settling you on his lap.

Your hands gripped at his shirt like a lifeline, as you always found yourself doing when you ended up in this position with him, he was so solid under your fingers, and you couldn’t help but cling to him like a buoy in a storm.

His hands left a trail of tingles on your skin as they moved up and down your sides before coming to rest on your hips to pull you tighter against him, stealing your breath as you felt his hardness pressing into you, pressing the stiff fabric of your jeans hard against your clit, sending a jolt down your spine and making heat pool between your thighs.

“Fuck…” He rasped, already sounding wrung out just from kissing, but he dared not stop, nor did you dare to stop him, this was exactly what you wanted, and it felt so good.

Before you realized he’d moved, his flesh hand appeared between you, deft fingers worked your zipper and button open before stopping, but rather than verbally ask, he lifted his brows in question, and when you nodded again, those hands worked your jeans down your legs till they reached halfway down your thighs, giving him enough room to cup your sex.

The heel of his hand pressed against your clit as his fingers trailed up and down over your slit, your back arched into his touch, a quiet gasp falling from your lips before you bit your lips to silence yourself, but he quickly used his other hand to pull your lip free once more.

“Lemme hear you…Wanna know how good I make you feel…Want everyone to know it’s me doin’ it.” He said before his lips met your neck in a trail of kisses and nips that you were sure would leave marks, but you loved it, you wanted him to mark you up.

His ministrations had the sounds he so craved tumbling from your lips like an avalanche, half finished gasps of his name, whimpers and cries, it felt so good, and he hadn’t even taken your panties off yet.

But that didn’t remain so for long as he moved them aside and let out a breath like he’d been punched as he felt how wet you were for him. “Fuck me…”

You let out a whimper as the very tip of his finger pressed ever so slightly, testing the waters, and when your hips wiggled, he took that as the go ahead and slowly pushed further in, letting you get used to it bit by bit, going to the first knuckle, then the second, then when it was all the way in, he curled it.

Letting out another sound your head fell forward to his shoulder, unable to stay upright any longer.

“Buck…Please…” You begged, unsure how to ask for more, unsure exactly what you were asking for.

But thankfully he seemed to know, as he withdrew just a little to press a second finger into you, stretching you more than your own two fingers ever had, it burned ever so slightly, but with how wet you were, it didn’t hurt, not in the way others talked about.

“I want you to cum on my fingers before I give you my cock…Think you can do that, Doll?” He husked into your ear.

“Mmhmm.” Your answer came out airy and high pitched, you could feel the tell-tale tension in your belly, if he kept up like this, you would have no issues doing as he asked.

After letting you get used to how full you felt with just his fingers, he curled them once more, finding that spot you’d heard of, but never felt, like it had a homing beacon tuned specifically to him, and maybe he did, he always did seem to know just what you needed.

Soon your thighs began to shake, the wet sound of his fingers working you filling the air and the smell of sex making your brain feel muddy. You felt drunk on him and how he was making you feel, and you never wanted it to stop.

But oh, how you wanted to reach the peak that was building so quickly.

“So tight, Baby…Squeezin’ me like a vice…C’mon, you’re so close, I can feel it. Cum for me.” He ordered, and like your body was waiting for his word, you came crashing down, clenching his digits and writhing on his lap with a choked gasp of half his name. “Atta girl, so good for me…” He breathed into your hair, and you could hear his smile.

He continued to work you through the aftershocks, and even as you came down you wanted more.

When he pulled his fingers from you, you knew he was going to ask if you wanted to keep going, but before he got the chance you claimed his lips with your own. “Please…” You gasped against his lips. “I wanna keep going, Bucky, please?” You managed between kisses.

“Shit…Who am I to say no when you ask like that?” He chuckled, though it was cut off by your lips. “Let’s lay you down and get these clothes out of the way.”

Lifting you once more he laid you out on the bed before standing straight, pulling his shirt off as he went and tossing it into the ether before tugging your jeans and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them away the same way while you reached back to unclasp your bra, taking a page from his book with it.

Once your clothes were handled all that was left were his own jeans, and he wasted no time in shucking them off, joined quickly by his boxers. You’d never seen Bucky naked before, and he’d never seen you fully nude either. You both were used to seeing each other shirtless, but this was different.

He was beautiful. Muscled defined, but still padded by a bit of softness, a dusting of hair over his chest that looked soft and trail of hair leading from his bellybutton to the thick thatch at his base.

That led your eyes to lock on his cock, thick and long, but no where near as terrifying as some of the dicks you’d seen in porn. A little voice in your head bade you to put it in your mouth, but from the way he was breathing as he looked down at you, like he was starving, you had a feeling he wasn’t in the mood for that right then.

“God, you’re beautiful…” He said as he joined you on the bed, your legs naturally parting to make room for him as he settled over you. “You’re still sure?” He asked carefully, the look in his eyes making it clear that no matter how much he desired you at that moment, if you said no, he’d listen.

“Never been more sure.” You said, holding his face and pulling him into another kiss, one that he quickly took over, turning it all tongues and teeth before pulling away and taking himself in hand.

He gave himself a few pumps before lining up with you, then he stopped and pulled away, leaning over to the nightstand and yanking the drawer open. After a moment of digging, he pulled a small foil square from it.

“Buck, I’m on the pill.” You said with a lifted brow, he knew this fact already, hence why you hadn’t said anything before.

“I know, but this is easier to clean up.” He answered as he rolled it on, and his care warmed you even more than you already were, though for a slightly different reason. “Now, where was I?” He said as he returned to his previous position.

You felt his tip rest at your opening, and he held there for a second. “Deep breath, Baby…” He guided and when you obeyed, he pushed in slowly.

The burn of his fingers had nothing on this, it ached, but still not in the same way other women had told you it would, it was aided by the surplus of slick flowing from you, but even so you were thankful for how slow he was going.

His breaths were ragged as he went, you could see the bliss on his face, cut through only by the focus of care to not go faster. After a moment he stopped and looked at you. “Is it all the way in?” You gasped, feeling like you could feel him in your stomach.

He breathed a chuckle and shook his head slightly. “No, it’s about half-way, but thanks for the compliment, Doll…”

“Half-way?!” You questioned, and it made him laugh for real this time, which made you laugh too, then he tensed.

“Oh fuck…! Don’t laugh…Shit, you tightened up even more…Christ…” He moaned and it took everything in you not to start laughing again, because it never occurred to you that those muscles would flex when you laugh. “Can I keep going?” He asked, almost pleaded.

“Yeah, please.” And he did.

Now that your muscles had relaxed, the rest went in more comfortably, it still burned a little, but it didn’t feel like quite so much, and he held still again once he’d bottomed out, seemingly as much for himself as for you, as his eyes clenched shut and he was breathing slowly.

After a moment you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Move, Buck, please.” You whispered and he did.

Oh boy, did he move.

Pulling out slowly, you could feel him rub against that spot inside again, and it felt like a wholly new thing, especially with the way his monds pressed against your clit.

As he picked up speed, finding a steady rhythm, you couldn’t keep from gripping at him wherever your hands found purchase, he felt like your last tether to this plane of existence as the rest of your body tried to ascend.

As you began to feel that knot in your belly build again, he shifted, pulling your legs up over his shoulders and practically folding you in half, this time when he pushed in, he felt somehow deeper than before, pushed harder against that spot, and he slipped a hand between your thighs to rub small circles on your clit, sending your body spasming.

The tension built faster than before, built stronger, this peak felt like a lot higher a fall, and he didn’t stop for a second. Your eyes fluttered open to look up at him, unsure of when they had closed, and he looked as blissed out as you felt.

He was watching you, and when he saw you looking at him, he smiled, somehow both shit-eating and caring at the same time, like he knew what he was doing to you, and he loved it.

“Buck…Fuck…! Please…!” You pleaded with a heavy tongue.

“That’s it, Doll…Just let it take you…” He managed, sweat dripping its way down his temple, though his rhythm never faltered. “You feel so good, grippin’ me so tight…” Then he pressed his lips to your skin right below your knee, the only place his lips could reach, but it was sweet all the same, and soon you felt the peak cresting.

Like a dam breaking you seized around him, back arching, legs shaking, nails digging into his flesh, crying out his name like the last prayer of a desperate woman.

He didn’t stop, chasing his own pleasure at the same time as helping you ride out yours, and soon you heard him gasp what sounded like your name as you felt heat low in your belly, and you realized you were pretty thankful he opted to put on a condom, you didn’t think you could move to clean yourself up.

The pair of you didn’t move for a couple long moments, too busy basking in each other and your closeness in the afterglow, but soon you felt him beginning to soften, and he had to pull out.

It felt strange, being so empty after feeling so full, you still ached, but it was a good ache, like the little bit of muscle soreness after a particularly enjoyable walk.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he sat up. “Stay here.” He ordered softly before standing and disappearing into his ensuite, there was the sound of the faucet running, then the toilet flushing, then he returned with a wet rag in hand. “This might be a little uncomfortable, but it’s better than all that drying on.” He said before gently wiping your slick from your skin, it had spread all over the insides of your thighs.

And he was right, it was a little uncomfortable because you felt so sensitive, but he was done quickly, and then he was laying down and pulling you to his chest, all warmth and musky smells.

“How was it? Everything you hoped?” He asked sweetly as he brushed your hair from your face.

“It was perfect, Buck…Thank you.” You whispered before pulling him into a kiss.

“No, Doll. Thank you for trusting me with this. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #kinktober #kinktober2023

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under-the-cherrytree · 2 years ago

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hii can you do Yandeee Itona Nagisa and Karma from assassination classroom headcanons for a reader who gets kidnapped/captured

Yandere Itona, Nagisa, and Karma with a s/o who gets kidnapped❣︎

Warnings: kidnap, murder, possessiveness, torture, yandere themes, toxic and obsessive love

A/n: hello!! Yes i can<33

I haven’t written an Assassination classroom request in a while so sorry if its not to your satisfaction!!

Also i might write a oneshot with for Nagisa and Karma later because I’m in a oneshot mood rn-

ANYWAYS ENJOY

SORRY IF ITS SHITTY-

- Power and control go hand in hand

- Itona has always been blunt about his feelings for you

- Even the fact he can be quite possessive of you

- You never worried about it too much though

- This was your boyfriend, why would you worry?

- Besides, ever since he joined class 3-E, he has been working on better teamwork

- You were happy how much he has grown

- Well you really noticed how possessive he can really be when you ended up getting kidnapped by an enemy of his

- You knew it wouldn’t be too long until he found you and come rushing to your rescue

- Only he came though

- He wanted to be the one to save you

- Only him.

- He quickly saved you though

- Your night in shining armor

- You had a few bruises from how rough they were with you, but you didn’t care

- But Itona did

- He would make them pay for hurting you

- He would openly tell you he killed them

- With a blank face

- He killed them.

- It was to save you, you shouldn’t mind.

- When you got captured, the entire class gave Nagisa their condolences

- They promised him they will find you soon

- It shocked his class how calm he was

- They couldn’t have been so wrong.

- While Nagisa held himself together, he wanted nothing more then rip the heads off the people who took you.

- They were sick bastards for taking you. They didn’t deserve a chance to live

- He’s a good assassin, he can definitely take care of himself

- He doesn’t need help saving you

- Once he knows you are save and the people who took you are dead, he will run to you with a smile

- He will free you from your chains and hug you close

- You can see his face stained with blood

- “Y/n! I’m so glad you are okay… I’m sorry for not getting here sooner”

- His expression scared you

- He just killed people and he’s smiling…?

- How? Why?

- He could feel you shaking and he held you tighter in his arms

- “It’s okay… you are safe now”

- There is multiple reasons you could be kidnapped

- Rival schools, enemies he made, the fact that his teacher is a alien octopus

- No matter, he doesn’t let that slide.

- He is very fucking possessive of you

- And if anyone was going to kidnap you, it would be himself

- He knows people, so finding you won’t be too hard

- And he’s strong himself so fighting these people won’t be too hard as well

- Though he might need more help for the rescuing part then he would like to admit.

- Even after you are safe, he wants these guys to suffer

- He would torture them for hours on end

- You now understood why his friends made jokes about how violent he is

- When he says he wants someone dead, he will kill them

- You couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous yourself

- You never seen this side of him before

- You jumped when you felt him grab your arm

- “Your wrists are bruised…” he examined them before noticing your eyes starting to water “hm? What’s wrong? I saved you, didn’t I?”

- You couldn’t respond

- Were you safe…?

#assassination classroom #assassination classroom x reader #itona horibe #itsona x reader #nagisa shiota #nagisa x reader #nagisa shiota x reader #karma x reader #karma akabane

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themultifandomgal · 8 months ago

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Tommy Shelby- Been Lied To

This was a request. Hope you enjoy!

Not many people knew about Tommy Shelby’s first love Greta. Before the war, he believed she was the one, the one he would marry. Tommy promised to come home to her, and she promised she would be there waiting for him when his train gets in. However that promise was broken when Tommy returned home and he’s love wasn’t there to great him. His aunt Polly later told him that she had been ill for some time and Greta’s sister had been looking after her, but she eventually passed away. Little did any of them know the truth.

A 14 year old YN paces the length of her bedroom having thrown a book she shouldn’t of had on to her bed. The book was a diary, here mums diary, the woman she believed to be her aunt was actually her mother and she had been lied to her whole life!

Hearing the door downstairs open then close, YN sees red. Why did she have to be lied to? Why couldn’t she have been told the truth? Running downstairs she sees her ‘mum’

“Hi love I got some of those biscuits you like”

“Thanks mum, or should I say Auntie Kitty”

“YN love, what are you talking about?”

“I’m taking about your diary”

“What? Where did you find that?” mum shouts with wide eyes

“That doesn’t matter!” I yell back “you lied to me my whole life? Why?”

“YN…” mum sighs “I didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to have a child, then when your auntie Greta passed away after having you I thought….”

“You could have just told me. I would have still loved you like you were my mum. Who’s my dad?”

“That I will never tell you. You don’t want to get mixed up with them. Promise me you won’t go looking for him”

“How can I if you won’t tell me who he is!” YN shouts as she storms off upstairs slamming her bedroom door. Looking back at the diary she picks it up again and takes another look at the diary. Rereading YN notices some initials

15th February 1918

Dear Diary,

I’m afraid TS may find out the truth, but I can’t let him. He will ruin the girl with the Peaky Blinders. He questioned me today, said she looked like him and his family. Of course I told he he was stupid and that she is my daughter not his!

TS? Who was TS? He was a Peaky Blinder…. Then it hit YN. TS must stand for Tommy Shelby. Tommy Shelby is her father? Well there’s only one way to find out. Knowing that he was getting married to the old barmaid Grace, YN quickly leaves her room taking the diary with her. She runs downstairs and to the coat rack

“Where are you going?” Kitty asks

“Out!” YN shouts before slamming the bedroom door. Hoping she can get to the church before the wedding starts, YN runs as fast as she can until she seeing a group of men stood outside smoking

“YN?” Turning around she sees Finn Shelby, the youngest brother who she’s knows from school, well when he decided to attend “what are you doing here?”

“Erm” now she’s here she feels nervous, yes she’s angry at her mum, well auntie, but now she’s worried because she’s turned up on her possible dads wedding day. What if he wants nothing to do with her?

“Finn come on Toms waiting” Arthur says stomping out his cigarette

“I’ll be a minute” Finn shouts back “YN what’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know why I though coming here was going to be a good idea” YN says before biting her lip

“Finn!”

“I’m coming! YN what’s going on?”

“I think Tommy is my dad. Look” YN hands the diary over to Finn who takes a look at the diary entry that YN just read. Gingerly Finn reads the diary, his eyes widen at the end

“Shit. Ok you gotta speak to Tommy”

“But…”

“For fuck sake Finn what the fuck are you doing?” John now asks walking over to us

“This is YN, Tommys long lost daughter”

“What?” Finn then hands the diary to John to read

“Holy shit. Greta was your mum not kitty?” John says shocked “I know Tommy had his suspicions, but fuck why would she keep this from him? He had a right to know”

“Right are you guys coming or what because Tommy is getting impatient” Polly walks over with Ada

“Poll we think YN is Tommys daughter” the diary is then passed over to their aunt

“Today of all days, why?” Polly mutters “ok we will deal with this later, but right now we have a wedding. YN head home then….”

“I can’t, or more like I don’t want to. Mum, auntie kitty, fuck I don’t know what to call her now, knows I found the diary. She’s mad and won’t talk to me about this. She’ll just pretend that that diary doesn’t exist”

“Ok ok. Stand at the back of the church, don’t make a fuss. After the wedding we’ll head to Arrow House. We can talk then”

“Ok” YN gives in knowing this probably her best option.

Later on after the wedding Polly takes Yn to Tommys house. They all head into Tommys office, the whole family including Grace

“What are we in here for Poll” tommy sighs lighting up a cigarette

“Kitty lied. Greta was pregnant while you were away at war. YN is Gretas daughter, your daughter Thomas” Polly says throwing the diary onto the table. Tommy runs his hands over his face sitting down

“How do you know she is definitely his?” Grace asks

“Before I went to war Greta said she thought she was pregnant. When I came home Kitty said Greta wasn’t pregnant, but got sick and died”

“Come to think of it after you went away Greta disappeared. Said she was ill, I tried going over to check on her but Kitty wouldn’t let me in” Ada says

“Then all of a sudden Kitty has a daughter” Arthur says

“Did any of you notice a bump?”

“No, but pregnant or not she would have tried to hide it” Polly reply’s to John

“But she was still called names when she first came out with YN”

“So YN really is your daughter?” Grace asks looking at her husband

“I guess so” Tommy looks up at his family “everyone out, except YN. I think we need to talk”

That evening, YN and Tommy talk. Tommy tells YN about he mother, about what she was like and how he loved her. YN has to go home, but over the weeks and months, YN soon finds herself living with Tommy and Grace and their son. At first Grace is weary, but soon warms up the the young girl. For a while YN wanted nothing to do with Kitty, but after speaking to Polly and finding out that Kitty only wanted a child of her own and loved YN with all her heart, YN decided to make an effort with her aunt. But for YN her whole life changed that night all because she found a diary while looking for Irish Whiskey.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x daughter!reader #tommy shelby x you

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snowy-equinox · 5 months ago

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"Does my crush like me?"

Ask any reader, and they’ll tell you every time they open their inbox they get flooded with people desperate to know if their crush returns their feelings. Even if they state clearly in their rules that they aren’t answering that question, a few always slip in.

Maybe some tarot readers enjoy receiving this question, but many do not. We are annoyed by this waste of our time and energy. I’m telling you to stop.

Tarot readings are not perfect

Tarot readers have off days; they can misinterpret the cards, or pull the wrong cards. Some tarot readers lie to make you feel better, so you come back, so you tip better. There is never a guarantee that the reading you get is accurate. Getting a tarot reading from a stranger (online or in-person) is always a leap of faith.

For the most accurate answer to this question, you need to ask the person themselves. If you really want to date this person, ask them. Otherwise, you might get misled. You could miss out on a wonderful relationship because a reader told you they don’t like you, or you could still embarrass yourself anyway if the reader says you do. There’s no real benefit to getting a reading over asking your crush directly.

"But it's scary"

Look me in the eyes. If I tell you they like you back, will that give you the confidence you need? Will you turn around and ask them out immediately afterwards? Or, would you psych yourself out after the reading and go right back to your nervous, wondering state?

Unless you could tell me, with certainty, that you would take my word and ask them out, you are wasting my time.

Not to mention, this is part of being human. People have had to deal with crushes and unrequited love for the entirety of time, and I don’t like the feeling you’re using me to get around what many would consider a rite of passage. It sucks, I know. But you have to learn to manage the situation yourself.

"They say they do, but they don't act like they do"

Okay, then…move on? My tarot reading is not going to fix their behavior. Even if I say they like you, you still need to address their mixed messages because that won’t just stop. Clarify what your relationship status is (if they try to deflect or give you a run-around, time to move on). Talk to them about how their behavior makes you feel. Sometimes the person you’re crushing on is not ready to be in a relationship even if they love you. You need to be able to learn the red flags without worrying about if they still like you. I’m not going to give you a tarot reading that you can cling to while they continue to hurt you.

"They say they do, but I have my doubts"

I have a lot of relationship-based anxiety, and I know exactly how it feels. You are searching for any scrap of validation, anything to lessen the choking weight on you. But once you have that validation, it only lasts for so long before the anxiety comes back.

My reading would only be a temporary salve, not a solution. If you have doubts, you need to talk to the person themself. Give them a chance to understand how you feel and help you. It could mean changing a behavior, more transparency, or more love notes.

Tarot readings are meant to help you grow and learn, not keep you stagnated. Learning how to manage feelings and communicate is such an important part of life; you cannot be a functioning member of society without these skills. Our tarot readings are not here so you can bypass this work. Stop asking us this question, stop wasting our time, stop using us.

#tarot #tarot reading #rant #witchcraft #divination #witchblr #tarot readings

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diazheartsbuckley · 5 months ago

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Hi anon! ☺️

⚡️ (Post-lightning strike love confession)

Previous snippet here

Eddie’s dry chuckle is followed by a lingering silence, one that fills Eddie’s entire body with dread and he stares at the bottom of his empty bottle, seeing the stained wood underneath.

“What’s your point, Eddie?” Buck says, almost as if he’s annoyed. Maybe he is. Maybe he’s just sick and tired by everyone that his life technically was cut short a few months before his 32nd birthday. Maybe he’s tired of everyone hovering and worrying that he’ll do something stupid to put himself at unnecessary risk. Maybe he’s tired of being treated differently, people looking at him differently. He hasn’t changed. He doesn’t even have a scar or anything to show for it. The only thing that psychically reminds him of what happened is the acting in his sternum and ribs when he makes a wrong move. But he’s fine. Completely and utterly fine.

Eddie shifts in his seat and lifts his gaze, discreetly scanning Buck’s face before he settles for eye contact, a soft yellow light reflecting in Buck’s eyes and Eddie feels himself swooning a little. “I’m just saying, not everyone gets a second chance and-and-and you should be glad that you got it because I…” Eddie pauses himself. Fuck. It’s now or ever. “I’m not done with you yet. I uhm-…I” He stumbles over his words and suddenly can’t keep eye contact with Buck anymore. “Okay, Jesus fucking Christ, this is ridiculous. What I’m trying to say is that I’m glad you didn’t die because I’m in love with you and I want you to know that”

Another long silence follows.

Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have said that, Eddie thinks.

Buck leans slightly backwards in his chair, frowning and clearly processing what his best friend has just told him. Finally he opens his mouth but all that comes out is a weak, “what?”

❤️‍🔥 (bratty probie!Buck x newly appointed lieutenant!Eddie) can be found here

Last but definitely not least

🖤 (Lots of religious trauma, meeting before the 118)

TW: Abuse

El Paso, Texas, 2007

Going to a public high school after having gone to a catholic middle and elementary school was a whirlwind of changes for 15 year old Eddie Diaz. But luckily, he’d made friends fast and spent most of his time with one of them, Lucas. Eddie found himself admiring Lucas more often than not, his soft brown curls and dark green eyes, freckles spread across his nose and cheeks, even some on the side of his neck. He was so kind and generous and funny and smart and Eddie definitely had feelings for him that he didn’t know how to put into words.

And he didn’t want to put them into words because every time something about gay people were mentioned anywhere, his father would curse at it and spit, visible disgust on his face. Only problem with this was that Lucas was a very psychical person, he didn’t mind hugs and he didn’t mind cuddling and he didn’t mind touching Eddie during the day, which would send hot flashes throughout his entire body. And a little twinkle in Lucas’ eyes told him that he might feel the same.

Sat on the edge of his own bed, Eddie had been nervously swinging his feet as Lucas was lying on his side, clearly watching him. “Eddie, your father isn’t home. He won’t be home for a while” Lucas pointed out with a cheeky smile and he sat up, his warm thigh resting against his. A nervous breath escaped Eddie’s mouth and as he turns to face Lucas, Lucas leans in and let his soft lips connect with his.

Eddie had kissed a few girls before but it hadn’t really felt like anything. He just felt like he had to perform. It hadn’t given him this swirling feeling that spread in his entire chest, it hadn’t made him smile against their lips and it hadn’t felt so…liberating. When Lucas slowly broke the kiss, Eddie found himself eager for more and soon he almost halfway crawled into Lucas’ lap, arms draped around his waist. He probably also moaned because Lucas’ hands traced the small of his back before settling on his hips.

They had both been so lost in the moment that they hadn’t even realized that Ramon was home, several hours before he was supposed to. The door almost flew off its hinges and Eddie tumbled to the side, almost falling of the bed.

“What are you doing to my son, you fucking maricón? Get the fuck away from him!” Ramon yelled out as he yanked Lucas off the bed and harshly slammed him onto the floor.

“Dad, stop! He didn’t make me do anything!” Eddie tried desperately but the first blow landed and then another before Lucas is yanked back up on his feet and pushed out of the room only to have Ramon leaping at his only son.

“I raised you better than this, Edmundo! This is an abomination!” It started with a slap but it quickly grew into a fully fledged assault. Every time Eddie tried to escape the room, escape his father’s violent acts, he was pulled back into it.

“Please stop!” He sobbed as his father sat on his back, tugging at his arm before pulling him off the ground and after that, Eddie doesn’t know what happened. He doesn’t want to know what happened as the sound of a bone being broken filled the room. “I can’t-… Por favor, lo siento, papa. Lo siento mucho, por favor. Please let go of me” His pleas fall on deaf ears as his arm hung weakly by his side.

Make me write ✍️

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie wip #911 on abc #oliver stark #ryan guzman #buddie fic #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #make me write #diazheartsbuckley

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dannystattoo · 1 year ago

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Wedding Date Daniel

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: None, it's literally just tooth-rotting fluff

“Babe, are you sure I look ok?” You asked as you finished touching up your makeup. You’d originally planned to get into town yesterday for your cousin’s wedding, but Nashville had terrible storms the night before and no flights were getting in or out. You were now stressed about getting ready since you’d only been able to get in a few hours ago and the wedding was fast approaching.

“Sweetheart, how many times do I have to tell you, you look incredible,” Danny told you. Admittedly, the backless black dress you’d picked was very flattering, but you looked so exhausted no amount of makeup could make you look more human.

“I feel like you have to say that,” you said. You were convinced you looked like a gremlin who had slept at the airport the night before (because you were), and it was incurable.

“10/10, would gladly bang? Is that better?”He laughed. You lightly smacked him on the arm, though you appreciated the compliment more than you wanted to let on.

“You’re disgusting, you’re lucky you’re cute”

“In all seriousness baby, you don’t have to worry, I promise. Now, me on the other hand-”

“We talked about this, honey, are you worried my family isn’t gonna like you?”

“I dunno. I’ve only ever met your brother, your whole extended family is quite the jump”

“And they’ll love you, I know they will”

Danny shot you a look, and you could tell that he was more nervous about meeting your family than he would ever say.

“Honey, you have nothing to worry about. My brother loved you, and we had a great time when he came to Nashville over the summer.”

“Yeah, but your parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins…”

“Don’t forget the pets, my cousin’s dog will absolutely be part of the wedding,” you laughed. You could tell that hadn’t eased his mind at all, so you sat down next to him and grabbed his cheek so you could pull him to face you.

“Listen Danny, I won’t sugar coat it, my family is a lot. There’s a lot of us, we’re loud, we like to party, and I promise everyone will be all over you. Everyone is really excited to meet you though, they’ve been telling me since you agreed to be my plus one. It’s gonna be great, by the time we get to the reception, you’ll forget you were ever nervous.” You leaned your forehead against his and kissed him on the nose.

“I also happen to really like you and can’t wait to show you off to my family.” You kissed him again, and this time he laid down to pull you on top of him.

“I hate to cut this short, babe, but we should probably call our Uber soon. The ceremony starts in a little over an hour. Don’t worry, we’ll pick up where we left off when we get back tonight.”

“I’m already looking forward to going home with the best looking girl at this wedding”

Danny grabbed his phone to order the Uber, but thankfully it was within arm’s reach so you could keep him pinned to the bed until you absolutely needed to leave.

A few hours after and the reception was in full swing. The ceremony had been uneventful, save for a few of your family members accosting you the second they saw you. It was a huge wedding though, and because you arrived on the later side, you were able to be seated towards the back.

“At least you’ll have a chance to ease into this” you said as you both sat down. There was no need to be worried, though, like you expected. Danny fit right in with your family immediately and everyone would tell you later how much they liked him. You even lost him a few times throughout the night, finding him talking to various relatives.

“You having a good time?” You asked as the dinner and speeches were wrapping up and people were starting to move towards the dance floor.

“Yeah! Your family’s pretty great”

“I knew they’d love you. Now as happy as that makes me, come spend a little time with your girlfriend please”

“Of course, baby. Wanna go get a drink refill and we can hit the dance floor?”

“Yes please”

Just as you guys made your way to the dance floor, the bride was about to throw the bouquet. You never understood the hype of this tradition, but you played along anyway and stood to the back of the floor.

“What, don’t wanna catch it?” Danny laughed in your ear.

“Eh, I just don’t care as much as everyone else I guess. Do you know who many bouquets I’ve caught at weddings? People have certainly gotten married before me.” What you didn’t expect was your cousin’s new wife had an ARM on her. Despite being in the back of the crowd, she hurled it far enough it made it directly to you.

“Oh that was so on purpose” Danny pointed out. You had to admit, it did feel aimed.

“What can I say, I think my family already decided they wanna keep you around”

“Good, I’m not intending to go anywhere.”

The rest of the night was a fun, drunken blur. Your family really knew how to throw a party, and this had to be the most fun wedding you’ve ever been to. By the last slow dance of the night, your shoes had long since been taken off and you were leaning into Danny, partially because you wanted to be as close to him as possible (you were very affectionate when you drank), and also because the room was spinning just the tiniest bit.

“You ok, darling?”

“‘M fine, those cocktails were just a lot stronger than I thought they’d be. The first one tasted so watered down!”

“You wanna go sit?”

“No, I’m good, I promise.” As soon as the song ended, the room was filled with cheers as the opening chords of Don’t Stop Believin’ started playing. You were nothing if not a sucker for 80s music, and you suddenly felt much better than you had a few minutes ago.

After a couple of songs played and the bride and groom were sent in their way, you managed to catch a ride back to the hotel with some of your cousins. In an attempt to avoid the surged Uber prices, you’d squeezed five people into the back seat, and you’re pretty sure someone had also put themselves in the back hatch of the car. It was a good thing you didn’t mind squeezing onto Danny’s lap at all. You leaned back against the window and shifted so you were laying your head on his chest as best as you could in the cramped backseat.

“Hi” you giggled as you looked up at him, the fact you were shoved in this clown car the funniest thing in your still drunken state.

“Hi yourself” he pulled you as tight to him as he could. “You still doing ok?"

“Mhmm, just really tired.” You had a decently long drive back to the hotel, seeing as the wedding venue was beautiful, but kind of in the middle of nowhere. You made yourself comfortable and were out before the stuffed car left the lot. You’d drunkenly insisted on bringing the bouquet you’d caught home with you, clutching it while you slept. You guys hadn’t been together all that long, coming up on a year in a few months, but something changed that night. After meeting your family, seeing you interact with everyone (including the kids and the dog who was, in fact part of the wedding party), and surviving sleeping on the floor of the Nashville airport together, he knew and he couldn’t stop thinking about it as he watched you sleep. He wouldn’t ask for a while, but he knew that you were the one. He was more excited to see you get excited about the bouquet than he wanted to admit since it seemed both to you were on the same page.

Lost in thought, the hotel came up sooner than expected.

“Honey, time to go,” he nudged you gently. As you groggily realized where you were, everyone else was already discussing plans to go have a nightcap at the hotel bar before heading up.

“Danny you guys in?” asked your brother, who had become Danny’s biggest fan at the wedding.

“I don’t know, probably not? Babe, do you wanna go hang out at the lobby bar before we go to bed?”

“No, I wanna sleep” you tried to burrow your way back into his chest.

“Yeah, I think we’ll pass tonight, but we’re still here for another day if you wanna do something tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, man. See you guys tomorrow, I hope. She’ll be a mess.” Danny waved to your brother and went back to trying to get you out of the car.

“Babe, you’ve gotta get up, we’re home.”

“I’m too tired, we have to go all the way to the top floor. Stay here,” you slurred.

“We can’t sleep in your cousin’s car, sweetie. Tell you what, can you let me out and I’ll carry you up?”

“Fine,” you agreed as you shifted off his lap. You managed to take a few steps out of the car, regretting the round of shots you’d been talked into five minutes before bar close. You hooked your arms around Danny’s neck and he grabbed your legs, carrying you inside.

“God this is embarrassing” you laughed as you leaned into his neck.

“Babe, I’ve seen much worse at weddings, trust me, this is tame.” When you got up to the room he made sure you had water and ibuprofen, and he managed to find some vending machine snacks for you in hopes it would soak up some of the alcohol.

“Ok, where are your pjs?” He dug through your suitcase, astounded by how much you squeezed into a carry on.

“Um, about that. I kinda didn’t pack any?”

“Do you want the leggings you wore on the plane?”

“I can’t sleep in pants, you know that.” You started laughing “I might have bought a couple new lingerie sets and planned to sleep in those…well nothing, preferably. We can still….if you wanna”

“Babe, I love you so much and trust me, I wanna see them, but you’re so so drunk right now. Let me grab one of my shirts and you can sleep in it ok?” He grabbed his well-worn Church of Rock & Roll shirt out of his bag and helped you change into it. Once he’d gotten himself taken care of, he came into bed and you immediately clung onto him like a koala.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” you said into his neck.

“A few times, but I never get sick of hearing it. Go to sleep angel, i don’t want you to get sick tomorrow” he had a feeling he’d probably still end up waking up with you in a few hours to hold your hair while you puked, but he could hope.

“Ok, I love you, I can’t wait to get married”

“What was that babe?”

“Well, I caught the bouquet so we have to get married next,” you drifted off to sleep, and Danny already knew you’d have no recollection of saying that tomorrow. He agreed though, and hoped you meant it when you said you couldn’t wait to get married.

#danny wagner #greta van fleet #greta van fic #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fic #danny gvf

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postmodernbeliever · 8 months ago

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Thoroughfare- Fox Mulder x Female Reader

Chapter Two: Piglet Takes A Plane

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if you’d prefer my ao3 | word count: 2,575

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You were not well-acclimated to flying. You’d gone on one trip in your life by plane, and it was from Massachusetts to Disney World; you were five, and your father held your hand the whole ride, and you had not a worry in the world. But now you’re older, bigger, and positively terrified of all the possibilities. Even in taking this job with the FBI, you somehow failed to consider the chance you’d need to travel. All that time spent working in New York got you used to staying in one place because God knows there’s enough crime up there to keep you stationed at home. But now, you need to fly halfway across the country just to start your job. You were a nervous wreck; Fox could see that by how you sat hunched over in your seat, flipping through your copy of the case files like a fugitive, jumping at the fuzzy announcements every time they reminded the gate-goers of their departure times.

“Not a frequent flier, huh?”

“No.”

“Come on, it’ll be fine. I fly all the time, I’m a pro, I’ve got all the tips,” the man attempted to comfort you, but it came out more like teasing. He shifted gears with, “Did you know that you’d have to fly every single day for nearly 10,000 years to get in a plane crash? The likelihood of you dying in a plain old car accident is way higher than the plane going down.”

You frowned in aggravation and grumbled, “Not helping.”

“What will help, then?”

The attendant interjected, her grating voice in the PA system blaring the worst news: “Flight 128, Dulles to Kansas City, will begin boarding now. Groups one and two, please make your way to the gate.”

Fox stood up and took your bag for you, chuckling to himself. When he caught a glimpse of the color leaving your face, he said, “Oh, come on, Piglet, the plane won’t go down! You’re gonna be okay, promise.”

You followed the man towards the front of the gate, where a line of people itching to board stood. The odd nickname rang in your ears like an alarm, panicking you along with the feeling jolting through your arms; you wanted to say something, but the anxiety paralyzing your limbs was much more pressing than your objection. Ignoring the urge, you stood behind Fox so you could watch how he got through- the attendant took his boarding pass, scanned it, and checked his passport photo. He smiled charmingly at the woman, whose eyelashes fluttered as she passed his papers back. Then, he walked through the little turnstile and stood on the other side, giving you an encouraging nod. He mouthed to you: Relax.

You attempted to mirror the ease with which he went about passing through, but as you flashed the lady a nervous grin, you fumbled the things in your hands and dropped your passport. You bent down to grab it and bumped into the man behind you on the way back up. You muttered an apology, and he simply huffed in response.

The attendant stared at your passport photo, which you knew was nearly expired, and she said, “Changed your hair?”

Mortified- and slightly pissed off by her tone- you responded, “Seven years ago.”

She passed your belongings back and you walked through the checkpoint to Fox, but not without bumping into the bars before she unlocked them, yet again making yourself look like an idiot in front of the line. Your partner was biting back the most innocent laugh when you finally passed through. He’d never tell you, but he admired the way your face did the talking- all it took was one look to know how you felt about that woman, and the sheepish color in your cheeks was endearing. You tried to take your duffle from him, but he swung it away and clicked his tongue, so instead you walked onto the jet bridge, and he followed. Every few seconds you looked back to find he was still there, and each time his kind eyes put you at ease. You let out a heavy breath as you reached the plane door., where you were greeted by two flight attendants who looked at your boarding pass and pointed you in the proper direction. You made sure your partner was right behind you and tried not to giggle at the way he had to hunch. You knew he was tall, but inside a plane, he almost towered… or maybe you just thought he did, since you felt relatively small all morning. Attentively, you followed the aisle numbers just above your head down the line until you reached the middle of the cabin. Row 29, you thought to yourself, this is it. You scooted into the window seat and watched Fox push both yours and his luggage into the overhead compartment. You would’ve never imagined he was strong, given the pleasing lankiness of his body, but he didn’t lug or haul- he simply lifted. You turned your attention to the seat before you when he moved to loosen his tie and sit in the aisle seat of the row.

Fox watched as you leaned back against the headrest to settle, taking note of your features. He stole a few glances yesterday when you were filling out paperwork for your transition into the Bureau on his old desk; for the first time, he wished his office wasn’t so dark. He didn’t get much of a chance other than when he offered to walk you to your car at the end of the night, which you gratefully accepted. He thought your car suited you, being compact and black, but with pictures pinned to the inside roof- reserved, understated, hiding things beneath the surface. His analytic brain was so intrigued by you. Here, where the lights weren’t so low, he could see a lot more. Your jaw had less sharpness and more of a curvature, molding your face into something of a heart; your eyelashes were long, and they curled upwards, mirroring your button nose. It had a little bump on the bridge, which he thought might be from long-term glasses-wearing, but he couldn’t be sure. His eyes traveled along your plump cheeks, a nervous red, just like your lips; your chin protruded a bit, but not too much, just enough. There was a warm feeling between his lungs, an odd one, but he kept looking at how your chest rose and fell anxiously, and wondered how your face could look serene when you felt anything but.

“Excuse me, you’re in my seat.”

Fox’s head snapped around to see an older woman, gray hair to her shoulders, staring down at him with frustration. You opened your eyes as he muttered, “Oh, sorry. I’ll move over.”

You pulled yourself in tight, tucking your elbows between the armrests stiffly so Fox could scooch over and sit beside you. He smiled at your awkward position and said, “Loosen up Piglet. Everyone is too small for economy, you don’t have to suck it in for me.” You blushed and readjusted, offering him a tight-lipped grin. Another stress you’d had was taking up too much room in the seat, but he didn’t seem to find you did. Fox crossed his own over his chest to give up the armrest. You continued to take long, deep breaths as the seatbelt lights flashed, and when they announced preparation for takeoff. You were doing fine- when Fox started talking about the case, you even paid him half attention. But it all went downhill when the airplane engine began to rev beneath your feet. You tensed up like you were in pain, drawing Fox’s attention away from his ramblings.

“What’s the matter?”

“I told you, I- I don’t like flying,”

“I know you don’t,” Fox spoke softly, “We’re on the wing, you know. I changed our seats last night so we got the wing. It’s the steadiest part during the flight. Nothing to be scared of.”

You looked out the little window by your shoulder, seeing the plane’s wing stretching out for what looked like forever. You couldn’t see the tarmac, only the span of it, white and comforting. Turning back to him, you realized you’d never seen a face so sincere. “You did?”

“No reason to make you suffer, right?”

Just as you went to really smile at him, the plane began rolling- no, hurtling into takeoff. In a fit of fear, you seized the armrest and shut your eyes. You’d had nightmares about plane crashes. You’d refused any trips that were too long by car. Between when he told you about the case yesterday and this morning, you’d imagined every possible disaster and had reached the epitome of paranoia about it. Yet here you were, stuck in the center of your fear. It felt like your ribs were burning up from the inside out.

You felt rough skin against your knuckles and opened your eyes to see a familiar hand on your own. Your gaze trailed up the arm to the face it belonged to.

“I’m right here,” Fox leaned in close, and you saw those golden rings again. They seemed to glow. “Nothing’s gonna happen to you.”

There were so many things you wanted to say, so many worries you wanted to voice, but you couldn’t. The sound of his comfort was a roadblock, and all your reckless thoughts smashed head-first into it, making it impossible to think in the pile-up. Instead, you nodded quickly and flipped your palm up, lacing your fingers with his. Pressing your head hard against the seat and swallowing butterflies that you couldn’t define as nervous or excited, you paid close attention to the way his thumb rubbed slow, deliberate circles into your hand. Through the rattling of the engine and the screaming whistle of the air curling around the wings, you felt his touch grounding you in mid-air. You forced yourself to get lost long enough that the plane was in flight for at least a minute or two before you opened your eyes again.

Humiliated by what a sight you must’ve been, you loosened your deathly grip on Fox’s hand and apologized. “I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,” he chuckled, flexing his palm. “You’re strong. Didn’t hurt me, though.”

As you settled into the seat, you felt the ghost of his thumb on your knuckle. The skin was cold. You thought of how hard his hands were. Oddly warm. Curiosity nearly got the better of you as you saw him looking from the corner of your eye, but you pivoted to something else that bugged you. “Where did Piglet come from?”

“Huh?”

“Piglet. Before, at the gate, you called me Piglet.”

“Oh. That,” Fox giggled. You wondered how a guy could look so boyish and weathered all at once. “I don’t know, you’re just so… fretful.”

“Fretful?”

“Yeah. You worry about everything. Yesterday you were practically pulling hair out over those stupid processing papers. This whole plane thing has been a nightmare for you. I don’t blame you, I can be anxious myself… but it just seems like everything drives you crazy. I can imagine you just stressing out, running all around the woods rambling like Piglet does. Y’know, pacing, complaining, bugging Pooh.”

“Oh, and what, are you Pooh in this scenario?”

Fox feigned offense. “What, am I not carefree and- and honey-loving enough for you?”

“If you’re anybody, you’re Eeyore. Maybe some weird amalgamation of Eeyore and Tigger, since you think you’re so funny.”

“I can’t believe this!” Fox gasped jokingly, splaying his hand over his heart and wincing. “You’re brutal, Piglet. So brutal.”

You couldn’t help the smile that overtook your face, so you looked down to hide what you could of it. And in a stroke of confidence, you said, “If you’re gonna nickname me, can I at least suggest something?”

Fox craned his neck down playfully, searching for the eye contact that you were purposefully refusing him. You felt your cheeks heating up once again, and he must’ve seen it because his eyes twinkled. “Sure. Whatcha got?”

“Rosaline. Maybe Rosie. Something like that.” “Rosaline? Why?”

When you did raise your head to meet his gaze, there was a genuine look of interest. His eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pouted in some gentle way, and he rested his chin in his hand like he was a student behind a desk, soaking up every second of a lecture. You blinked, suddenly embarrassed for speaking up. “Like Romeo’s Rosaline. She’s my favorite Shakespeare character. I, uh…”

Fox was fixed on you. When you trailed off, he insisted, “What about her?”

“Well, I had to do a project on her back in middle school. I had to come up with a new end scene, sort of like a “What if Romeo went back to Rosaline in the end?” type of deal. I- I got in her head a little, tried to understand what it must’ve felt like to be left by a lover out of nowhere… I don’t know, I guess I just resonated with her. I always thought she deserved better cards. I do love Romeo and Juliet, but I think how she disappears into their story is almost more tragic than how the play really ends sometimes… a-and after that, I always wished I had her name,” you gushed. As you realized how much you’d spoken, you mumbled, “Sorry. Dorky, I know.”

The agent ogled you like some specimen he’d never seen before. He knew he was making a face, but he couldn’t help it. You were like a curveball, just flying by and catching him off guard every chance you got. You thought about things in a way that made him want to think like you. Before you said anything, he hadn’t remembered who Rosaline was; his extent of knowledge was how hot the actress who played Juliet was in the 1968 adaptation he saw in school. But the way you looked when you explained it somehow made the man feel guilty for ever forgetting her, for just letting her be lost in time like everyone who suffered the whiplash of Romeo and Juliet’s love. For you to resonate with her, you must see yourself in her, and he wanted so desperately to understand why. Somewhere in the part of his brain where he stifles his thoughts, he knew he could never forget her name now- because by doing so, he’d be forgetting you. And that was not something he was prepared for.

Despite the churning in his stomach, Fox slapped on a smirk and joked, “Good job, you just reminded me of how much I hated Shakespeare when I was fourteen.”

“Oh, shut up!”

“Well, we’ll see,” he teased, tipping his head back against his headrest and smiling. “Maybe I’ll go for it. But every time you freak out, we’re going straight to Piglet.”

“Yeah, fine… Eeyore.”

“What’d you call me?”

“Nothing!”

You playfully fell silent and turned towards the window, which you swiftly shut because you didn’t want to know how high up the plane was flying. From a seat over, Fox watched you close your eyes and zone out, and he thought to himself that if you happened to fall asleep in your seat, and your head lolled onto his shoulder, that he would let you rest on him, even if it meant holding his pee until landing.

#fox mulder #x files #spooky mulder #the x files #dana scully #msr #fox mulder x reader #fox mulder x you #domestic fox mulder #soft fox mulder #fox mulder x reader fluff #fox mulder fluff #planes #comfort

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insertyourselfhere · 1 year ago

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Anomaly Part 3

Characters: Mostly Y/N & Aunt interaction with a tiny bit of Miguel and Gwen.

Description: Your Aunt decides to have a conversation with you about your relationship with Gwen.

Third Installment to my current series

A/N: I wrote this a bit differently from my other 2 stories in a different perspective to see if I liked it or it flowed better. Still trying to find my writing style I literally only started this page yesterday! Anyway I hope you guys are enjoying these little stories.

SPOILERS FOR ATSV

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It has been a couple of weeks now since Gwen opened up to Y/N about her dimension, she still hung out in their dimension, mostly in their place, and in their room wearing their clothes. She did get her own stuff when A/N had dragged her out of the house finally to get other things that weren’t their jumpers.

However today was actually just a simple day for Y/N, It was one of those off chances that Y/N wasn’t scheduled to go sort out an anomaly with her, instead it was Hobie and they were running around catching a Prowler in another dimension. Y/N kicked their feet up on the couch and tuned in to some very needed R&R, since joining the Spider Society there had been no time to relax it was always just Miguel breathing down your neck.

“No Gwen today?” The voice scared Y/N out of their thoughts, they were surprised they were caught off guard, it seems that their Spidey Senses needed a break as much as they did.

“No Gwen today” They responded resuming their relaxing pose on the couch. A/N nodded and placed the groceries she had bought on the counter, she moved over to the single reclined also located in the lounge next to Y/N and sat down.

“Good there’s something I want to talk to you about Gwen” Y/N opened an eye towards their Aunt, she looked very serious so they sat up and made themselves comfortable on the couch.

“You know I love you very much” Y/N knew exactly where this was going and rolled their eyes standing up, making their way towards the window but only to lean on in case the conversation did get too uncomfortable. “I can see the way you look at her Y/N I’m old but I’m not blind just yet” You shrugged not speaking a word yet, too nervous about being called about but also their not 100% sure on what they feel for the ghost spider.

“She comes over almost every day, you 2 barely leave your room unless of course it’s a Spidey emergency, I can see how you look at her even under that mask of yours. Both of them by the way” She said gesturing to the Spidey Mask and the one Y/N held in general when they weren’t the Spider.

“She’s my friend” Y/N said softly, looking at their Aunt. A/N gave Y/N a look that said ‘You and I both know you don’t treat any of your friends like this’ Y/N let out an exasperated sigh and moved closer to their Aunt.

“What’s this about A/N?” Y/N asked, hands firmly placed in their pockets. She got up and walked over to Y/N placing her hands firmly on their shoulders. “She is lost, she has gone through so much hurt and suffering, we are a reminder of that” She said looking at Y/N.

“She’s scared of reaching out but also she lets her own mask come off too, I’ve seen the real Gwen and she is a beautiful person. But your line of work isn’t exactly the safest” She said knowing the stress it caused her whenever Y/N left the house on an emergency.

“I just want you to be careful, both of you. This is clearly new for both of you, finding out there are others like you, finding out other people have gone through the same hurt you’ve gone through and will always go through” She let go of your shoulders and held their face.

“You won’t admit it but you feel something for her, I just want you to be absolutely sure that this is something you want, because if it isn’t and things start to spiral down I am worried that she may never open up to another person again. Because I know you wouldn’t” Y/N grabbed their Aunt’s hands and threw themselves into a deep hug. A/N also returned the hug adding in extra effort and even lifting Y/N off the floor.

“I like her a little bit” Came a muffled noise from Y/N, A/N rolled their eyes. “Yes a little bit, I watched you give away your favourite shoes so she doesn’t have to wear those ballet ones” Y/N let out a small laugh and let go of their Aunt.

“How long have you been holding onto that one for?” Y/N asked, looking at their Aunt who looked caught.

“Since you bought her home that day” Y/N looked flabbergasted at how quick their Aunt had known about their feelings. “Don’t look at me like that” She scolded slapping your arm a bit. “I have known you my entire life, you wear your heart on your sleeve even though you want people to think you’re a big bad Spider” She said with the smallest smile on her face.

“I guess I had a great mentor growing up who taught me all the things I know” Y/N said with a sly smile on their face. Once Y/N felt that the conversation was done they sat back down on the couch.

“I don’t know what this is, I don’t know where its going, I don’t know if she even likes me the same, All I know is that pain and suffering she has gone through I want to fix that” A/N sat down next to Y/N and pulled them in for one more hug “You have that senseless drive I do to help every single person out there, as if she doesn’t like you already”

Y/N smiled and went to thank their aunt for the pep talk when a loud voice echoed through the room. “Y/N we have a problem” They rolled their eyes knowing it was Miguel calling for another Spidery emergency. A/N looked at Y/N with the most genuine smile they could must. “It’s probably about Gwen you need to go see what’s happening” With a swift nod and a quick change into their Spidery Suit Y/N opened a portal and was quickly transported back to the Spider Society.

“Somebody better be dying” Y/N said as they stood at the foot of Miguel’s platform that slowly started to descend. They sighed rolling their eyes at how over dramatic it was until they decided to take matters into their own hands and throw themselves onto Miguel’s platform

“What are you doing? Your ruining my whole thing” He said towards Y/N baring his fangs.

“This is stupid you know it, stop being so dramatic what’s going on” Y/N replied folding their arms across their chest tapping their foot impatiently.

“What do you know of a villain called the spot?” He asked staring at his computer with pictures of the Spot and what seemed to be another Spider-Man. You recognised that suit anywhere from Gwen’s stories.

“Miles? And I know nothing of a villain called the Spot, what a stupid name” Y/N said laughing to themselves. Miguel slammed his fist into his desk and turned to face Y/N.

“That’s what we all said until we found out he can destroy worlds with a click of his fingers”

“Like Thanos?”

“No, Yes? It doesn’t matter look he needs to be stopped so I’m sending you to earth 1612 to go deal with this mess” Miguel said folding his massive arms across his chest looking down at Y/N.

“You know if anyone’s going into that dimension it’s going to be Gwen” Y/N said standing up for their friend.

“That’s exactly why I don’t want to send her, her personal issues will ruin this mission” He said worry etched over his face.

“I don’t think it’s fair that you make that decision, she’s focused enough to handle this mission and she deserves to see Miles no matter what the reason is that your keeping her from him. Even if he is a supposed anomaly himself it doesn’t change anything” Y/N said walking towards Miguel and poking he hardened chest.

Y/N pulled their hand back shaking it after it came in contact with Miguel. “Look Jessica will agree with me and you know she will, she needs this for her so send her in there to handle Spot and give her the chance to see Miles”

“Fine but if anything happens its on you Y/N” He said before walking away, Y/N watched as Miguel walked back over to his desk and started rising back to the top. Y’N jumped backwards off the platform and placed their hands in their pockets.

As they walked out of the Spidey-Cave Miguel had adapted a familiar face ran up to them and pulled them into the biggest hug. “You’re back!” They said excitedly seeing that familiar short blonde hair.

“I am back, but Jessica told me Miguel already has another one lined up for me? Are you coming with?” She said pulling herself off Y/N. They shook their head and guided her towards the dark cave Miguel holed himself in.

“Trust me you’ll want this one all to yourself”

#gwen stacy x reader #across the spiderverse #reader insert #spider gwen x reader #gwen stacy imagine #gwen stacy #spider woman #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman into the verse #into the spider verse #spiderverse #spider gwen #spider woman x reader #ghost spider #ghost spider x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #gwendolyn stacy #miles morales #peter parker

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something-tofightfor · 1 year ago

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Competing For Christmas 10: Last Christmas

Pairing: Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader

Word Count: 11,170

Rating: E - but not all the way through.

Summary:

Making plans for the future means telling the people you care about what’s going on ... how will they take it? Mandalorian traditions are new to you, but that doesn’t mean that there’s no place for them alongside your own holiday celebrations.

Author’s notes:

I’ll keep it simple here - this is it. This story has come to an end, and I’m so happy with what I’ve written and the story I’ve told for these two. Thank you for giving this version of Din a chance, and for sticking around throughout the whole thing. More gratitude at the end if you want to read it - I’ll let you get to reading now.

** Mando’a translation at the end of the chapter. **

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You were more nervous than you wanted to admit as the two of you stepped toward your parents’ front door the following morning.

It wasn’t because you were unsure of Din. It was because you knew that no matter how much trust your family had in you to do what was best for yourself, what you were about to tell them you had planned was not going to be what they wanted to hear. And I get it, but …

“You alright?” Din’s fingers were laced with yours, the man squeezing your hand tightly as he spoke. “You just got really stiff, and -”

“I’ll be ok. It’s just going to be a lot for them to take in, and …” You sighed. “And it’ll probably be a lot of questions for you.”

“I can handle it.” He leaned over, kissing the side of your head. “Believe it or not, I’m a pro at diffusing difficult situations when I’ve got the proper motivation.” You believed him, and even though you were still worried, you were thankful that you wouldn’t have to face the truth alone.

Raising your free hand, you settled it on the doorknob, taking a deep breath. “Here goes nothing, Din.”

—

The first half of the day went well, and your family seemed to love the man.

After explaining that his presence was a last minute decision thanks to a change of his original plans, he’d joined in on the festivities.

Din participated in the white elephant game with one of the extra gifts your mother always bought and wrapped, and himself into conversations as often as he could, charming your father with endless pictures of Grogu. He sat back and watched as the three of you exchanged gifts, and the smile didn’t leave his face the entire time, even though you could see that the situation made him a little uneasy. Is it because he isn’t participating, or because he sees … that this is so important to us?

You didn’t know - and planned on asking as soon as you could. But it would need to wait, because as the day want on, things shifted - and your parents increased their focus on getting to know the man sitting beside you.

They asked him a few questions but nothing too personal, even though you knew that they wanted to. And to his credit, Din answered each one candidly, explaining that he’d grown up not knowing his parents and under the care of Mandalore’s foster system, that he’d been in school until his mid 20’s, participated in military training, and had only decided to experience what life was like in Mistletoe much later on, once he’d taken care of most of his immediate responsibilities.

He told the truth but not the entire truth each time he spoke, since you’d decided that you weren’t going to say anything about leaving until after dinner. That way … if they get upset, I won’t have ruined the whole holiday.

The doorbell rang later that afternoon while the four of you were sitting around and watching a movie, and Din’s eyes immediately went to it. You calmed him with one hand on his arm, leaning over to let him know what was going on. “Just my aunt and uncle. They always stop over on their way home from his sister’s.” He nodded, taking a breath and relaxing his shoulders.

When Din turned his head to speak quietly into your ear, you felt goosebumps rise on your arms, the warmth of his breath on your skin making you shiver. “So will they be here when … we tell them?” Yeah. You nodded, lips pressed together. I hope that’s ok. “Alright.”

“She’s the one that asked where you were last night.” You nudged him, smiling. “Wondered why I didn’t bring you, so I’m sure she’s going to be -”

“Oh, so he is here.” Your aunt Carol stepped into the room, busy unwinding her scarf from around her neck. “Jess, come meet the new guy.” You rolled your eyes, sighing. He’s got to know that’s not how I introduced him. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” She stepped closer and Din pushed to his feet, extending his hand and nodding as he took hers - and then her husband’s, introducing himself. “Din. That’s an unusual name. Is it short for something?”

“It isn’t.” He smiled, shrugging. “Where I’m from, we usually take on a name from our family’s history, as a way to honor the past. Din’s … well, I don’t really know the whole story behind it, but it -” He was flustered and so you interjected, reaching up to tug on his hand and urge him to sit down next to you.

“Aunt Carol’s nosy but she means well, I promise.” The woman scoffed, sinking onto the loveseat without looking away from the two of you. “I’m going to go and get a drink, does anyone need anything?” Din raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking toward the kitchen. “Is it time?”

“I think it is.” He stood again, extending his hand and helping you to your feet before turning to face the rest of your family. “We brought a traditional Mandalorian drink for everyone to try, if you’d like.”

“Is it alcohol?” Carol leaned forward, her smile widening. “Because I love trying new -”

“It is.” He smiled, nodding once. “We’ll get it ready and then bring it out to all of you.” Your parents agreed, too, shooing you out of the room. So they can talk about him, I’m sure. When you and Din were alone in the kitchen, you took a few seconds to compose yourself, gripping the edge of the counter and taking a deep breath as you leaned over the sink. “We can still wait to tell them,” he started, stepping close and settling a hand on your back. “I know what you said last night, but -”

“Din, I’m leaving in like 48 hours. They need to know.” You looked up at him, giving him a tight smile. “Their reaction won’t change my mind about going with you, but I’m … I’m worried they won’t support it entirely, and -” And I’d like them to.

“Oh, they won’t.” He laughed quietly, heading for the refrigerator. “What parents would? We weren’t close until a few weeks ago, and now you’re just … leaving to go across an ocean with me?” He uncorked the jug as you reached for glasses and set them on the counter, eyeing Din as he lifted the neck to his nose and inhaled. “This is a good batch.” He sighed. “I’d expect nothing less from Boba, though.”

“I’m excited to try it. Can you tell me what to expect?” It was changing the subject, but that was fine with you. I don’t want to think about the fact that before Thanksgiving, we didn’t even really know each other

“About that.” He wet his lips, pouring two fingers of the drink into a glass and setting the bottle down. “It’s tradition for …” He sighed. “This is kind of strange so please forgive me.” Din reached for the glass and picked it up, turning to face you. “It’s tradition for Mandalorians to share spotchka when they’re …” He paused. “Courting.”

“Mandalorians or the Mand’alor?” Because if it’s all Mandalorians, that’s one thing … but if it’s just royalty … Swallowing hard, you chewed on your lower lip. “Because -”

“The Mand’alor. And I know I’m not that yet, but I’d… I’d like to do this right …with you.” Oh, Din. He’d told you that he couldn’t offer you anything concrete, and yet he was willing to participate in a sacred tradition with you - and that meant a lot. He’s got to know it. He has to realize it, especially if I do.

“Ok.” You nodded. “Ok, so how do we…” You trailed off as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip before holding the remaining liquid out to you. You took it and did the same, keeping your gaze on him. 3 … 2 … 1….

You didn’t know what to expect, but the spotchka was sweet as you first sipped it, your eyes widening at the taste. Oh, that’s not … that’s not bad. Taking a larger drink, you smiled with a full mouth, raising an eyebrow before you swallowed, setting the glass down on the countertop. Din’s grin grew, the man reaching out with one hand to swipe his thumb over your lower lip, his eyes bright. “Did you like it?” Ok, we’re definitely going to have to talk about this later. I need him to understand how much it meant to me.

“I did.” You looked at the jug. “It wasn’t what I expected, though. Is it … is it supposed to be salty? It’s sweet, too, but there’s a little bit of -”

“It is.” He busied himself with rinsing the glass you’d used and re-corking the bottle. “It’s brewed with seawater, which adds the brine, but there’s also fruit in the mix.” He waited until you’d put the glasses onto a tray to continue as you walked back toward where your family was. “Each batch is a little different, depending on when and where it’s made, but it’s the same general taste.”

You set the tray down on the table and Din did the same with the bottle. Everyone leaned forward, ooh-ing at the color of the bright blue liquid, but it was your mother that spoke first, keeping her eyes on Din as he poured. “Are we celebrating something? This feels like we’re celebrating something, and I don’t mean Christmas.”

Din didn’t falter in his movement, finishing the pour and beginning to hand the glasses out, one at a time. But you weren’t as easily able to hide your reaction, a slight frown crossing your father’s features at your brief wince. “We are.” You took a deep breath as you accepted the second to last glass from Din, glancing over at the man before you looked at your parents. “We -”

“Are you pregnant?” Your aunt spoke first, narrowing her eyes. “No, that’s not it, you’re drinking today, and you drank last night, so -”

“I’m not pregnant. I promise.” Laughing, you held up the glass and looked around the room. “It’s nothing like that, but …” With another look at Din - the man nodding so quickly you almost missed it - you continued. “We’re celebrating Christmas and … the fact that Din is going to be named as the Mand’alor next week when he goes home.”

The room was silent - and then it wasn’t, your uncle cutting in as he leaned closer. “Can you repeat that?”

“Drink first and then we will.” Din’s tone was steady, the man gesturing with his spotchka. “It’s better to drink it right after pouring.”

“Merry Christmas, everyone.” There were murmurs of the same in return, and as all of you drained the small amount of liquid Din had poured, you mentally cursed yourself. That wasn’t slick. I could have done that better. I could have -

“What’s a Mand…alore?” Your mother frowned, setting the empty glass down. “That was a very good drink, but… going home? That seems like -”

“The Mand’alor is my country’s version of a king or queen.” Din straightened his shoulders. “And your daughter is correct in saying that as of next week, my plans to formally fill the role will be announced.” He took a breath. “A good friend of mine currently holds the position, and he’s stepping down, so it’s my turn.” You reached over, squeezing his knee. “And that means that I’m headed back home in the next few days to make those plans.”

“But the two of you are …” Your father leaned back in his chair, staring at Din. “How are you here right now if you’ve got such a responsibility?”

“This - my time in Mistletoe - wasn’t ever going to be permanent.” Din set his glass down, shaking his head. “I was supposed to be here until later this year, and then go back, but … circumstances have changed, and I need to go back sooner. I came here to enjoy my last little bit of freedom before I take the title, and things … well, they didn’t go as planned.” Din lowered his head briefly and then raised it, making sure to make eye contact with each of your parents in turn. “Your daughter asking me to be her partner for this competition wasn’t part of my plan, but now … now it’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

He wasn’t lying - you knew that he wouldn’t dare, and you inhaled sharply at his words, your fingers tightening against his knee, even as your mother leaned forward, opening her mouth to speak. One of the best things? But it’s only been a few weeks, it … “So you’re just going to… what? Have your fun here and then leave? The two of you seem very close. My daughter isn’t just going to -”

“Mom.” You glanced up at the ceiling, sighing. “Din and I are close. We’ve worked together since he got here, but we only really got to know each other after James and I broke up. We’re still… in the process, but, yeah. He’s leaving. And I’m …” Din’s hand covered yours, the man silently letting you know that he was there. “I’m going with him.”

The room was silent, four pairs of eyes focused on you and Din, and for the first time, you felt true fear as you waited to see what they’d say. They have to understand, at least somewhat. They have to know that this isn’t just a crazy decision.

“When are you leaving?” Your mother spoke first, the fingers of one hand twisting the end of her sweater’s sleeve. “If he’s announcing so soon, then it has to be before he does, right? What about your job?”

“My plan is to leave the morning of the 27th.” Din cleared his throat, meeting the woman’s gaze straight on. “There are some … things that have come up that make it necessary for me to go back as soon as possible. There’s a plane on the way here for me right now.”

“That man… the one that came up to you at the carnival the other night.” Your aunt took a breath, letting it out in a slow sigh. “Was that -”

“It was. That’s the current Mand’alor and my closest friend. He came here to bring me home, but I couldn’t … I couldn’t go without being honest with her.” Din reached for your hand, his head turning enough that he could look at you. “I care about your daughter. But I want to show her where I’m from before we make any long term decisions.” Your father stayed silent, his arms crossed, and you had no idea what to say in response. Something. Anything.

“I’m leaving with Din and then I’ll be home in time to go back to work on the 5th.” You circled your thumb over Din’s knuckle, the warmth of his skin calming. “And then … then we might have some things to talk about.” It was the easiest way to explain things to them - telling them that you were going but the first trip was going to be a short one, that you were definitely coming back, that that day wouldn’t be the last time they saw you for the foreseeable future. “Besides, I haven’t been on vacation in a long time, and going somewhere for New Year’s Eve will be nice.”

“Well I’m happy for you.” Carol held up a hand, her smile widening. “It sounds like fun. And congratulations, Din, on the new title. It sounds like -”

“Can I talk to you?” Your mother stood, pointing toward the kitchen. “Alone?” With a deep sigh, you agreed, standing. Din gave your hand one final squeeze and then dropped it, clearing his throat.

You heard him begin to tell your family members more about Mandalore and himself as you and the woman excused yourself into the other room. It was apparent that she was fighting back emotions as you made your way to the small table, but you had no idea what she was going to say - or how you’d reply.

She sat first, clasping her hands together and staring at them, and when she finally spoke, you were shocked to hear how incredulous she sounded, her tone sharper than you remembered her ever using with you before. “You’re telling us on Christmas that this man, this coworker of yours is actually next in line to become the king of a country that no one’s ever heard of?”

It was difficult to keep your voice even, but your desire to make her understand outweighed the part of you that wanted to lash out. “Yeah, mom. He was here for the last little bit of time he’ll have to himself before he takes over for Boba. He decided to leave Mandalore and see what else was out there, and… he ended up here.”

“And you knew this? But you didn’t say anything earlier? Why? Why didn’t you tell us?” She blinked a few times, her eyes filled with tears when she met yours. “Why did you lie?” It hurt that she thought you’d been lying to her, but the truth was probably going to hurt more. Because it’s unbelievable.

“No. I didn’t know.” You covered your face with your hands. “Mom, I had no idea about any of this until the night of the snowman event. I just thought he was some guy that moved here. When he finally told me, I didn’t … I didn’t believe it either. But then I looked into it, and it’s all true. I met Boba and Din explained more about Mandalore and his position. It’s all happening fast, and I know it. But it feels right. It feels … good.”

“You just broke up with James what, two months ago?” She scoffed. “And now you’re already getting ready to leave with some man you barely know? Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t have moved from Mistletoe with James? So why now? Why with Din?”

She was making valid points, and even though hearing them stung, you stayed strong, flattening both hands on the table.

“Because James wanted me to move without any certainty for the future. He said he wasn’t ready to marry me or plan a life with me, but I needed to be ready to move as soon as he found an opportunity.” You rolled your eyes. “Din offered me a choice. He asked me to go with him. And he was honest about the fact that it might not work out after I see what being with him means after he takes over.” You reached out, touching the back of one of her hands. “I know it’s fast, and I know you probably think I’m an idiot. Maybe I am. But I wouldn’t have agreed to go if I didn’t … if I didn’t think that we …”

You didn’t know exactly what to say - or even how to articulate what you were feeling. If I say that I think I love him, she’ll lose it. “You own a house. You have a good job. Your friends and family and life are here. Are you just going to leave all that for him? You’ve known this man for less than a year, and have been … are you even dating? You’ve been dating him for less than two months, and… where is Mandalore? I’ve never even heard of it.”

“We’re not at that point yet. I’m just going to visit for a week. No one’s talking about me quitting or selling a house or leaving for good.” Yet. There was a lump in your throat, but you cleared it away, swallowing. “I don’t care what his title is. He’s a good guy, Mom. Smart. Funny. Nice. And this isn’t an ideal situation because of timing, but if I just let him go and pretend like I don’t care, or it doesn’t bother me? I’ll regret it.” Your eyes filled with tears and you brought the back of the hand that wasn’t holding hers up to press it against your lips, biting down on one knuckle. “I wouldn’t ever forgive myself for letting him walk away.”

“Then don’t.” She pulled her hand from yours and flattened both of them on the tabletop, letting out a deep sigh. “If that’s really how you feel, you can’t ignore it. You’ve seemed … happier since the competition started, and if you care about him as much as it seems like you do, then…” She tilted her head back and swore, her eyes on the ceiling. “Then we can’t stop you. All I can do is tell you to be realistic about the way this might work out.”

“I know.” You felt relief - and at the sound of laughter from the other room, your eyebrows rose, your gaze drifting from your mother and to the doorway. Well that sounds promising. You’d thought that your father would be the one that Din had to work hard to win over, but you’d been wrong. It’ll be fine. “He’s a great guy, Mom. You should see him with Grogu.”

“Well maybe sometime I will.” She stood, staring at you before she placed both hands on her hips. “If he comes back.” He will. He has to. He’ll have to pack. But you didn’t say anything else, instead giving her a smile and a nod.

“Thank you for understanding.” Biting your lower lip, you pointed at the doorway. “Want to go back in there?”

—

You stayed at your parents’ for another hour and a half, the six of you talking in the living room for almost the whole time. Din filled your relatives in on the proper protocol in case anyone asked questions about you, telling them to use their best judgment about what they revealed. It might not even come to that, though. If Bo-Katan is going to try and make me look bad, she could talk to James, and…

There would be a difficult adjustment period ahead for everyone involved, even if you and Din decided that continuing things between you wasn’t the right call. And we’ll deal with it as it comes. That’s all we can do.

Din sat in the passenger seat as you drove, the man’s elbow resting against the windowsill. “That went well.” He sighed. “Better than I expected it to, anyway.”

“Really?” You stopped at a red light, turning your head to look at him. “My mom all but begged me not to go with you when she and I were in the kitchen because I don’t know you well enough to make that kind of decision.” He smiled, the dimple in his cheek deep.

“How’d you convince her?” His other hand was on your knee,the man’s palm covering most of it. “Your dad was surprisingly … receptive to the idea of you coming with me, which isn’t what I thought would happen.” As you started driving again, the tires spinning briefly on the slushy street, you sighed out an agreement.

“I told her that I know that this isn’t a typical situation, but that if I let you go back to Mandalore without seeing what could happen with us, I’d regret it. And that even if it is a mistake because it doesn’t work out and I get hurt… it’s my mistake to make.” Dropping one hand to rest on top of his, you squeezed. “Our mistake to make.”

“It’s not a mistake.” He spoke so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him, but it was impossible to ignore the way he flipped his hand over, linking your fingers together. “But I’d regret it, too.”

Both of you were silent the final few minutes it took to get to his house - but Din didn’t let go of your hand until you were parked, headlights shining against the closed garage. “I can come in for a little while, Din, but I need to go home and pack. I have to figure out what to bring with me, and put a hold on my mail, and -” He nodded, reaching up to brush his fingertips over your chin. “There’s a lot to do and I know I have all day tomorrow, but I don’t want to forget anything.”

“We do have stores in Mandalore.” He arched a brow. “Lots of them, actually.” He leaned in. “Some of them even sell clothes.” You laughed at that, the sound bursting out as you rolled your eyes. “But I get it.” Jerking his chin toward the house, Din wet his lips. “Let’s go inside. I’ve gotta let the womp rat out, and I’m going to need you to tell me what to do with that tree since we’re going to be gone and it’s going to die, so…”

I didn’t even think of that. You got out of the car, locking it as the two of you headed for the front door. The sound of Grogu’s excited barks from inside made you grin, and the moment you stepped into the hallway, he made sure you knew how happy he was that you were back.

Din let him out into the yard while you took your coat and shoes off, your fingertips trailing along the wall as you headed for the kitchen. “You’ll probably want to put the tree outside tomorrow, Din. Take the lights and ornaments off, and then set the tree out on the deck, unless you want to come back to it and have pine needles all over the floor.” Stopping next to the table, you eyed the shape of the tree, though it wasn’t plugged in. “I can help you tonight if you want, it won’t take long.”

“We just put it up.” He stepped behind you, arms going around your upper body and pulling you back and against him. “Will it be alright if I just unplug it? I don’t mind cleaning up the needles, but taking it all apart now just seems … unnecessary.”

“If you want.” Sighing, you closed your eyes and focused on the way his breathing felt, the rise and fall of his chest steady. “I just wanted to warn you since you’ve never had a tree before.” With a low hum, you turned in his arms to face him, one hand rising to touch his cheek. “Thank you for today. Thank you for going. Thank you for being so -”

That was as far as you got, Din’s mouth meeting yours to silence you mid-sentence. You kissed him without hesitation, the hand at his cheek sliding back so that you could grip his hair. It wasn’t a deep kiss, but it was familiar, the man’s lips closing around your lower one and drawing it between them, the tip of his tongue pressed against it before he backed off.

“You don’t have to thank me, but you’re welcome.” He smiled, hands landing on your biceps and squeezing. “I’m going to go let him in, and then you can give him his present, ok? I moved both of them downstairs.” I’d like that. He gave you a final squeeze and then let go, stepping away and then toward the door. You followed, letting Din head to the sliding door as you looked for the wrapped presents.

They were sitting on a small table next to the couch, but before you picked them up, you switched the tree on, the tiny lights twinkling from between the branches. I wish I had more to give him, this seems… like nothing. At the sound of Grogu yipping, you turned your attention to the door. You watched as the dog ran inside, shaking his entire body to fling off lingering snowflakes. “Does it ever snow in Mandalore, Din?” Grinning, you pointed at his tiny body. “Because I think he’d mss it if it didn’t.”

“Sometimes.” He dragged his fingers through his hair. “Nothing like this, though. You’d have to go a couple hours away from the bigger cities to find real snow, so maybe that’s what we’ll do next year.” Grogu sniffed at your legs, nudging into them a few times. “He does really seem to like it, though.” Wait a minute.

“You said he saw snow last summer, though?” Din nodded as he turned away from you, taking the few steps toward the fireplace before he knelt down in front of it, beginning to prep logs inside. “So does that mean you didn’t go to -”

“I went back to Mandalore, but we weren’t at the palace the whole time. Boba has … I guess you could call it a summer place, but really, it’s just where he goes when he needs some time away. It’s probably where he’ll end up after he steps down, actually.” He crinkled up a few pieces of newspaper, stuffing them between the wood. “He and I - and Grogu - went last summer to have some privacy, and there were a couple inches of snow in a few places.” Makes sense.

Din used a long lighter to ignite the paper, staying put while he made sure that the logs were going to catch. When he was satisfied, he stood and wiped his hands on his thighs, looking at you. “You did that fast. I’m impressed.”

“One of my many skills.” He grinned. “Figured it would be nice to have it going even if you’re not staying long.” It was nice - the crackling flames paired with the lights and the hint of pine in the air reminded you of many previous holidays. But this one, I’m with … him. “Going to grab those?” He pointed at the gifts.

“Oh. Yeah.” Shaking your head, you reached for the table, picking up Grogu’s present and then stacking Din’s atop it before you moved to sit on the couch - much like you had the first time you visited. “You didn’t seen too worried about him getting into anything at the street fair, so I just … grabbed a little of everything.” Din sat next to you, snapping his fingers to get the dog’s attention. But he didn’t call out to him, instead turning his head toward you and lifting a brow. Oh, he wants me to… “Grogu, come.”

“K’olar.” Leaning over so that he could whisper it into your ear, you felt his lips move against your skin. “K’olar.”

“K’olar, Grogu.” Heart pounding, you tried to pronounce the word the same way he did, and were rewarded with an immediate response, the dog closing the distance to you before he lowered himself into a sitting position by your feet - head cocked to the side and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Well aren’t you cute.”

Your smile grew as you pulled the bow off of the colored plastic around the basket, the dog’s head tilted enough to follow the movement. His tail began to wag the second the contents became visible - and when he could smell them better. But he stayed put, tail thumping against the floor.

“You’re going to spoil him.” Din leaned forward, eyeing the basket. “Where did -” You took the ball out first, holding it up and letting Grogu sniff it before you set it on the table.

“Went to Peli’s store. She had everything there. But,” you continued as you dug deeper into the basket, fingers closing around the bag of jerky. “I got him stuff that she recommended. More of those frogs. Some jerky. A big bone.” You held that up, your smile growing as Grogu got to his feet, his excitement apparent as he shuffled back and forth in place. “It’s all honestly just snacks and one toy, but -” Grogu sniffed the bone, his tongue appearing as he licked it once. “Can I let him have it?” Din nodded and you held it out closer, Grogu’s mouth opening so that he could close his teeth around the treat. “There you go, pal.”

You let go, eyes on him as he carried it across the room and plopped down in front of the tree, getting comfortable as he dug into what he’d just been given. “He’s very food motivated.” Din rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m just glad he likes it.” The two of you watched the dog for a few seconds, but then you reached forward and began to repack the basket, lingering on the rounded surface of the sphere. “Will you have room to take all of his stuff with you? I didn’t know when you’d be leaving when I bought this, and -”

“Yes.” Din’s hand settled on your leg, his touch comforting. “Plenty of room. I could take everything in this house that wasn’t furniture, and I’d still have room on the plane.” He paused. “I probably should have told you that before. You can bring whatever you want with you, too. As much as you need.” Good to know.

As the moment of truth drew closer, you realized that you were nervous for Din to open his gift.

What you bought had felt right at the time, but the more you thought about it, the more you were unsure. He might not even want it. “So.” Clearing your throat, you reached for Din’s present, using both hands to lift the box. “I didn’t want to do too much, because I didn’t want … I don’t know. I didn’t want it to seem like I was trying too hard, but …” Just do it. “Here. Merry Christmas, Din.”

He took the box from your hands and set it atop his thighs, the tips of his fingers running over the silver paper. “Did you wrap this?” Murmuring a yes, you took a deep breath as you watched him undo the ribbon, carefully pulling it to the side. It was silver - like the paper - but there was an iridescent sheen to it that made it look darker, and you’d chosen it because it reminded you of his jacket. But if I tell him, that’ll be weird.

“What is this?” He stared over at you, wide eyed after pulling the paper off and opening the box beneath it to reveal the filled stocking, his name embellished on the cuff of it in festive, plaid fabric. “This is…”

“It’s a Christmas tradition. Mostly for kids, but I thought that since you’ve never had one, this would…” He traced the stitched-on letters of his name, Din’s lips curving upward and into a smile. “I just hope you like it.”

“I already do.” He set the box and lid aside and then dipped his fingers into the stocking, lifting the smaller wrapped box out first. “Should I open this now, or wait?”

“That can be last.” Wetting your lips, you gestured with one hand. “Go ahead and look through the other stuff.”

Over the next few minutes, Din worked through the contents of the stocking methodically. He took his time with each item, laughing at the novelty socks that were printed with the lights and exclaiming over the snacks and gift card, even as you rolled your eyes and said that it was kind of pointless since you’d be leaving so soon.

“Maybe we can stop on the way to the airport.” He turned his head to look at you, reaching up to scratch the side of his head. “And it’ll be perfect when I come back to pack the rest of this place up.”

“You’re coming back to do that?” It surprised you - you figured he’d have someone to come and do it, especially with the increased visibility of being named as Boba’s successor. “You’ll have the time?”

Din sighed, opening the tin of mints and popping one into his mouth before he spoke again. “Yes to both.” He paused again, frowning as he stared at Grogu, who was still chewing diligently on the large bone. “I won’t be back here for long, but there’s … a process that I’ll follow after my name is announced. It’ll probably be six months before I’m … before I become Mand’alor, if not longer.” I didn’t realize that it would be that long. “I’ll be able to come back. I might have security with me, but …” He looked around the room. “I’ll get to come back to Mistletoe to finish a few things.”

“OK.” Closing your eyes, you nodded. “Well, then I look forward to seeing you then.” He moved closer, one arm winding around you and urging you to lean against him. “Din? What -”

“We’ve got to use that weekend getaway, right?” Really? “We won that together, and we’re using it together. I’ve never been to a brewery like that, and -”

You threw your arms around him, Din reacting with a surprised oof, though he didn’t move much, his return hug tight as you lowered your face to rest it against the crook of his neck. That’s something to look forward to. “

You thought I wasn’t going to be here for that?” He scoffed as you separated, rolling his eyes.

“I didn’t know. I figured you wouldn’t be able to. Even if you wanted to, I wasn’t sure … it would be possible.”

“I’ll make it work.” He tilted his head to the right. “You’ll have to get used to having security, too. Probably as soon as your name is made public, actually.” What? “Just to be safe, especially with Bo-Katan as a variable, and…” That was something that you hadn’t considered, but it made sense.

“Well if we can avoid that, I’d like to. I don’t know how well that will work out with work and …” You gestured to the room. “Life here, but if you think it’s necessary, I won’t fight you on it. I don’t think anybody here’s going to care, but you know more about this than I do.” His hand was slowly stroking up and down your arm, eyes focused on your face. For long moments, you just looked at each other, sitting in the silence of the cozy room. But he hasn’t opened his actual present. He needs to… “Din?” There was a quiet hum in reply, Din giving you a brief smile. “You still have a present to open.”

“I do.” He didn’t move to reach for it, though.

Instead, Din leaned forward, lips landing against the corner of your mouth and then moving in, pressing against yours and lingering. You wondered what was going on in his mind but didn’t dare to ask, because that would have meant breaking the kiss and leaning back. It would have meant ruining the moment and forcing him to explain - and you were content. Who wouldn’t be?

You deepened the kiss then, the fingers of one hand curled against the back of his neck while the other gripped his thigh. Even though you couldn’t see it, you felt him smile as he parted his lips, the man just as eager as you. Good. That’s good.

He withdrew first, nipping at your lower lip as he cleared his throat, and you couldn’t stop your quiet laugh, the sound changing to a contented hum as Din stared over at you. “What?” Reaching up, you touched your cheek. “Do I have something on my face?”

“I have something to tell you before I open this.” He took a deep breath, nodding. “It’s nothing bad it’s just…” Din’s eyes slid away from you and went to Grogu, yours following. The dog had given up on the bone - lowering his head to rest his chin atop it, eyes closed as he snoozed with it protectively between his paws. “I know that I said that we’ll see what happens in Mandalore and that I can’t promise you anything. I know that we… that you coming with me is just…to show you what my country is like, and so we’re together when Bo-Katan does whatever it is she’d going to do.” He paused, squeezing his eyes shut, and then Din opened them, looking down and reaching for your hands with both of his. This sounds serious. This sounds like … “But I really want you to want to stay.”

His words - and the sincerity of his tone - hit you hard, your breath catching as his eyes met yours again. He looked younger and more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him, the crease between his brows deep. “I…” You squeezed his hands, thinking. “I wouldn’t have agreed to go with you if I didn’t think that staying was a possibility, Din.”

He relaxed slightly at the words, nodding once before you continued. “I understand what it means that you even invited me. I understand what it means that you’re going to … introduce me. But even if things were different and we were just going back to a normal situation? I’d still be taking it just as seriously. I’m going with you because of you and how I feel about you.” Tell him the whole truth. “And I know this is just a few days visit, but … I’ve thought about what might come next.”

“Next?” He shifted closer, keeping his fingers linked with yours. “What do you mean?”

“With my house, and my job, and figuring out what traveling between Mandalore and Mistletoe to visit friends and family might look like.” You sighed. “With what I would do in Mandalore while you did all of the leadership stuff, and if it’s legal for me to stay there as a non-resident, and -”

“Hey.” Din’s smile was wide, his cheeks round as his head moved slowly back and forth. “I’m glad to hear it, because I have, too.” He squeezed your left hand, the smile growing. “There are ways to make it all work, but we don’t have to figure that out yet, alright?” He leaned forward again, resting his forehead against yours. “This is just a visit. This is just to show you my life and to make sure I can keep you safe from whatever happens when your name and face go public.” He paused. “But I have the perfect set of rooms in the palace picked out for you, and a feeling that once you see Mandalore, you’ll love it.”

It was your turn to laugh, eyes squeezed shut as you enjoyed his proximity. “Rooms in the palace, hmm? Is that where we’re staying when we go?”

“No.” He sat back, easing his hold on your hands. “I’ll be splitting my time between the palace and my apartment while I get ready to take over, but for this week, it might be easier to keep under the radar by staying in my place and going there when we need to.” He said your name, his tone going serious again. “Boba and Fennec are working out logistics. I’ve gotten a couple messages from them today, so by the time we’re in the air, I’ll know more.” You nodded, still watching him, and then instead of answering, you reached for the wrapped package, handing it to the man.

“Open.” He took it from you, his fingers closing around the box. “The longer you put it off, the more disappointed you’re going to be when you see what it is.” He laughed, rolling his eyes.

“I doubt that.” Din slid one finger under the taped end of the box, carefully peeling the paper away. And he got closer to having it totally open, you felt your heartbeat quicken, teeth worrying your lower lip as you waited. “When did you get this?”

“The day before the scavenger hunt.” You clasped your hands together, gaze flicking up and then back down. “Grogu’s were the last things I picked up, but your gift was the last actual present I bought.”

He set the paper to the side, holding the box in one hand and reaching for it with the other, pulling the lid off. Here goes nothing. In the silence that followed you prepared yourself to explain - to tell Din why you’d chosen the gift you had. But it wasn’t necessary, Din’s grip on the box tightening before he set it down on the couch and then stood, reaching for you with both hands.

You took them, letting Din pull you into a standing position before he bent down and picked the contents of the box up, tugging on your other hand to lead you toward the tree. He’s not saying anything. He’s … He kept silent as you stepped around Grogu, the dog opening one eye and peeking up at you, though he didn’t move. “Din?”

It was little more than a whisper, but he slipped his hand free from yours and reached for one of the branches, pointing. “How’s right here?” The anxiety disappeared entirely when you nodded, lifting one of your hands up to meet his.

“Looks good to me.” You held the branch in place while Din slipped the silver ribbon around it, and then let go when he did, both of you stepping back at the same time. He slid an arm around your waist, pulling you closer - and then for long moments, you and Din just stared at the branches, both of you eyeing the new addition.

“It looks like our cookies.” He spoke up first, his voice thick with emotion. “But the metal also looks like beskar, and -”

“It was the closest color I could find to it.” You wet your lips, tilting your head closer to his. “I did a little more research on Mandalore while I was shopping, and I know how important beskar is to you, but I couldn’t … I couldn’t find anything made of it on short notice, and -”

“You wouldn’t, especially here.” He took a deep breath, shifting in place beside you. “It’s very rare. And with the exception of our exports to the aerospace industry, beskar has to be … earned.” He pointed with his free hand, your eyes following the motion as the tiny lights bounced off of the shiny metal. “You wouldn’t have been able to engrave it like that, either. We have special forges and people that work with them that know how to manipulate the metal. The number of people that are able to to that is very small, so finding it for something like this is … almost impossible outside of Mandalore.”

“Good to know.” You turned to face him, Din’s arm staying in place. “When we’re in Mandalore, will you show some to me?” You frowned. “Or is it all -”

“You’ve already seen and touched beskar.” Din’s smile grew, one brow arching. “The Mythosaur on Grogu’s collar is pure. It was my pendant first, but I wanted him to wear it. The royal Armorer has another one waiting for me when I get back to Mandalore, so you can come with me when I pick it up.”

“OK.” Agreeing, you blew out a breath. “I’d like that.” After a few seconds, you gestured to the tree, saying Din’s name softly. “I wanted you to have a memory of your time here, even if it was something small.”

You’d looked through the mall for a long time that day for Din’s gift, but nothing has seemed right until you’d passed the kiosk near the food court. And normally, it would have been something you ignored as you walked by, but one of the ornament options caught your eye.

There were three variations of snowflakes - each of them available in a variety of colors, including a gleaming silver metal. One of them was similar to the snowflake design that you’d chosen for your cookies, and the kiosk offered engraving.

You kept it simple - First Mistletoe Christmas and the year in the center of the ornament, and then Din and Grogu’s names on two of the bottom branches, a blank one left between them to balance things out.

“Even if you don’t have a tree next year, you can … I don’t know, keep it on a shelf in your room, and -”

“We’ll have a tree.” He leaned over, speaking directly into your ear. “And this will be the first thing I put on it … after the lights, of course.” You both laughed then, Din spinning you to face him so that he could hug you tightly again. “Thank you. It’s almost perfect.” Almost? What could - “You should have added your name to it, too.”

You backed away from him immediately, eyes wild. “What? Why would… Din, that’s … we’re not … we weren’t…” But we are now. And we spent this whole Christmas season together, and … “It was for you and Grogu, and I thought … I didn’t know if …”

“We can still add it.” He smiled, reaching forward to stroke his fingers over your cheek. “You gave me Christmas in the first place, Wero.” You wrinkled your nose at his use of your nickname, but nodded in agreement. If that’s what you want, ok. “I know that you said you needed to go home tonight, but … could I convince you to stay?” He tilted your head back, the frown reappearing. “You can leave early tomorrow morning to pack, but I’d really like it if you stayed here.” Din took a breath, his eyes on your face. “With us.”

The simple phrasing floored you, because you knew that with him, it was purposeful. He’d already included you in his unit with Grogu, even if at first it had just been a reflex. His invitation to Mandalore spoke volumes as to the fact that he wanted you in his life, but the use of us as a group that had previously only included him and the dog was telling. What did he called it? A clan of two?

The decision wasn’t hard.

“I want to stay.” You looked down, gesturing to your outfit. “I’ll have to go home tomorrow in this, because I didn’t bring anything, though. And this won’t exactly be comfortable to sleep in, but -”

“I think we can figure something out for you to sleep in.” He winked, a lopsided smile crawling up one cheek. “Or not.” You laughed loudly enough at that that Grogu’s head popped up, the dog looking between you and Din for a few seconds before he laid back down.

“And you call me trouble, Din? I could say the same thing about you.”

—

On the morning of December 27th, you locked the door of your house behind you, one carry-on bag slung over your shoulder along with your purse.

Din carried your other bag, his fingers tight around the straps. It was snowing again, the flakes light as they fell around you, and even though you were on a tight schedule, you took a few seconds to stop and glance up, smiling as the cool air kissed your cheeks.

The closing of the SUV’s trunk drew your attention, and you watched as Din rounded the car, heading back for you. Wait, it’s not his. Why? “New car? Where’s the truck?”

“I didn’t have much choice.” He opened the door for you, shaking his head. “We’ve got a driver.” Oh. You climbed in, turning your head toward the back row of seats at the sound of Grogu’s tail thumping against them - and then slid over so that Din could get in next to you. “We’re going to that private airfield just outside of town, and I didn’t want to leave my truck there, so …” He shrugged. “A driver.”

You leaned back against the comfortable seat just as Din’s arm slid around your shoulders, and as you backed out of the driveway, the reality of the situation set in. I’m going to Mandalore. I’m spending a week with him in his home, and I’m… You closed your eyes, turning your head toward his body. “How long is this flight anyway? I’ve been so busy packing, all I want to do is go back to sleep.”

“Hours. Close to ten, I think. Plenty of time for you to nap.” He leaned closer, mouth moving over your ear. “There’s a bed on board.” You perked up at that, inhaling sharply. He wouldn’t have said anything unless… “You’ll be comfortable.”

Neither of you talked much until you turned down the road to the airport, the tower and some of the planes coming into view. “I’ve never been on a private plane.” You leaned closer to the window, Din’s hand on your back. “Does Grogu get to ride with us, or does he have to be in a different area?”

“With us. He’s got a crate that he has to be in for takeoff and landing, but he gets to roam if he wants.” Din sat straight up, too, clearing his throat. “As much as I’m not sure I want all of this, there are definitely some perks.”

And you found that to be true only a few minutes later when the three of you made your way across the freshly cleared and salted tarmac toward the steps that led into the plane. Grogu ran up first, Din urging you to go next - and the second you stepped on board, you couldn’t hold back your response.

“Holy shit, Din. This is …” You looked around, eyes traveling over the oversized, plush seats, small tables and screens that adorned the walls between the windows. Soft leather, thick carpet and tasteful decorations filled the plane, and at a second glance, you saw that both of your names were on the screens along with a welcome message. “Oh, man, Din. This … this is incredible. It’s beautiful, what is -”

“Good morning.” A young man stepped into the cabin from near the front of the plane, his outfit - a clean, black shirt with the Mythosaur logo on one shoulder and dark pants - standing out against the light colored interior of the plane. “If you could please stow any bags in the side drawers or in the sleeping quarters and then take your seats to prepare for takeoff, we can get underway.” He paused, holding up one finger. “I do need your passports, though, just to fill in the paperwork.”

You nodded immediately, reaching into your purse for your document before you handed it over, Din doing the same, though he handed over two booklets. Grogu’s got one too? Din tugged on your arm, urging you deeper into the plane, and as you walked through the cabin, your head was on a swivel, trying to take everything in.

There’s no way I’m going to be comfortable on a regular flight ever again. This is insane. Din shut the door behind you as you entered the bedroom, and another gasp left your lips. “This is ridiculous. A bed? A full bathroom? Din, there’s a damn shower on this -”

He stepped forward, hands going to your waist. “I should have warned you. I’m sorry. This is …”

“Din.” You reached up, holding a finger to his lips. “It’s going to take me a little while to process this. But.” You used your free hand to gesture around the bedroom. “It’ll be fine. Nothing you could have said would have prepared me for any of this, so don’t worry about that.” You wet your lips. “I still can’t believe I’m here, or that I get to spend a week with you there, and -”

“I can’t either.” He curled his fingers, pulling you closer. “But I’m happy.” He was dressed down - the man wearing a pair of thick sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, his hair air dried and curling over his ears. But he looked right at home in his surroundings, despite the fact that you’d never seen him in anything similar before. And Din was grinning, his excitement palpable. “And I hope you are, too.”

“I am.” You let out a deep breath, squeezing his arms. “So kiss me, and then let’s go and sit down so we can take off, yeah?” Din contemplated your words for a few seconds and then leaned in, pulling you closer.

“I can do that.”

—

He gripped your hips, staring up at you, and after only a few seconds, a smile crept over Din’s face. “You taking a break?” He dragged his thumbs slowly over your skin, his head moving to the side without him lifting it from the pillow. “Need me to -”

“Be quiet.” Circling your hips, you felt Din’s body stiffen beneath you, his stomach muscles tightening. “Just give me a second.” You took a breath and trailed your fingers up the center of his chest. “This is the first time I’ve ever had sex on a plane Din, so -”

“Me too.” You didn’t know why you’d assumed otherwise, but your eyes widened at his admission, the tips of your fingers curling inward and scraping against the skin beneath them. “But I think I like it.” He raised his hips off of the mattress, pushing deeper into you and you couldn’t bite back your moan, the sound loud, even over the quiet hum of the engines. “We should do it more often.”

You began to rock your hips in earnest again, increasing your speed as you moved your hands into place so that you could brace yourself on his chest. Din’s legs were bent, supporting a little of your weight as you leaned back - and within seconds, you found your rhythm, Din’s hands gliding up your body and settling over your chest, fingers squeezing the muscle there.

Watching him though hooded eyelids, you reached behind you to grip his legs, slowing your lower body down. The angle allowed him to go deep, Din sliding in and out of you with each roll of your hips. But it wasn’t until you shifted your angle again and lowered your body to take him all the way that you really began to appreciate the position, your mouth falling open in a surprised whimper. “Oh my… dank farrik, Din, you -”

That did it - Din dropped his hands from your body and pushed into a sitting position before he reached for you again, one arm winding around your upper back, the other hand cradling the back of your skull and urging you into a deep kiss. You scrambled to wind your arms around him, too, wanting nothing more than to keep him close.

What did I do?

He licked into your mouth without restraint - fingers tightening as his tongue met yours, Din not breaking the kiss even as he eased you both back down so that his back was flat on the mattress, your upper-body weight settled against his chest. When he did eventually pull back for air, he groaned, the vibration traveling the length of his body.

“I need to teach you more Mando’a.” So that was it. That makes sense. He kissed you again, his mouth leaving yours and then moving over to your ear before he sucked the lobe between his lips, holding it there. “Lay down. Gedet'ye. Please.” He spoke so quietly that you barely heard him, but with a quick nod, you agreed.

Din reached between you to hold the end of the condom in place as you pulled off of him and then laid down next to the man, head turned to the right. Ok, I did what he asked… now he can… Din moved gracefully - rolling toward you and then hooking his leg over one of yours, both hands pulling you back to the center of the bed as he knelt above you.

Without speaking, he used one hand to urge the knee he wasn’t straddling into a bent position, his palm dragging over your thigh before he reached forward and grabbed a pillow with his other hand. “Lift.” You did, giving him room to slide the pillow beneath you - and once it was settled, your hips elevated, Din inched forward, moving one knee so that he was between both of your legs again.

He lined himself up as your entrance as he laid a hand on your bent kneecap. You nodded and then dropped your gaze, watching as he slid back in - but Din didn’t give you a chance to get used to the feeling.

Instead, he immediately picked up the pace, one hand on your hip, the other still on your knee - and when you cried out at a particularly deep thrust, he moaned, bending over and adjusting his hands so that he could take yours without stopping the motion of his hips. Holy shit. Holy shit this is … fuck.

He slid your joined hands up the mattress and crushed his mouth to yours again, the kiss messy and almost desperate - but no less passionate.

You hadn’t been with him more than a handful of times, but you felt as he got closer to the edge, Din’s thrusts changing in intensity so that he was almost stroking into you, and when you widened the spread of your bent legs, you gasped into his mouth, the sound turning into his name, though he swallowed it quickly, never faltering in his movement.

The changed position meant that with each motion, he was dragging the dampened curls at his base and on his lower belly over your sensitive skin, the heat from your bodies radiating between you. I’m going to come like this. I’m going to … he’s…

You were determined to get Din off before yourself, though, and after another low moan, you broke the kiss, turning your head to the side so that you could whisper into his ear, the man’s roots damp when you moved one hand up and tangled your fingers into his hair. “Right there, Din. Yes. Please.” You sighed, racking your brain, and then you hummed. “Gedet’ye.”

He cried out - the sound louder than any that you’d previously made, and when his hips stuttered, you weren’t surprised. Din came with a series of quick, powerful thrusts of his hips, emptying inside of you as he mouthed along the top of your shoulder and the curve where your neck met your collarbone, the edges of his teeth scraping over the thin skin.

You felt his teeth - but weren’t worried that he’d leave marks or actually hurt you, especially when Din pulled his mouth away and mumbled your name, releasing his hold on one hand to put it back between your bodies. What is he…

That question was answered only moments later, when he backed his hips off enough so that he was still inside of you, but there was room for his hand between your bodies, fingers working deftly to pull you past the point of no return, too. “Din.”

You rocked your hips upward, seeking more friction and pressure from his hand, and when you got it, you nodded, the fabric of the pillowcase crinkling beneath your head as you turned it to the side, eyes squeezed shut.

“No, come on. Look at me.” He sighed, thumb continuing to circle over your skin. “Let me see you.” You made eye contact with him, Din’s expression in the low light of the bedroom cabin easy to read. He looked satisfied and content, the spark of desire in his eyes turning your core into liquid metal, and that was all it took.

You came hard around him, your knees locking into place against his hips as your back arched off of the bed, one hand fisting the blankets and the other curled tight against the top of Din’s thigh. You held his gaze for as long as you could, wanting to give him what he’d asked for, but when he didn’t stop the motion of his fingers, you had to close your eyes, mouth falling open as your muscles tightened a second time - surprising both of you.

“Fuck, Din.” When you were finally able to speak, your voice was shaky, both eyes cracking open as he eased away from you, his hand the last thing to leave your body almost as though he was unwilling to stop touching you. “How am I supposed to get up after that?”

“Not sure.” He stretched out next to you, one arm rising to cover his eyes as he pushed his shoulders back and resettled his hips, causing the mattress to shift. “But I don’t know that I can get out of bed, either.”

You both needed to - you needed to clean yourselves up and then get dressed, to make yourselves presentable for landing, to have a final conversation about what was expected of you once you were on the ground. But I don’t want to. I just want to…

Instead of climbing out of the bed, you rolled toward Din, draping your arm across his chest and nuzzling against the side of his neck. “Well then let’s stay here for a few minutes, alright?”

He mumbled something that you couldn’t make out, and as your breathing calmed, his did, too - Din’s chest rising and falling, his head turning toward yours so that his chin rested against your forehead. Just a few minutes, and then we’ll get dressed and go back out into the main section of the plane.

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But you woke hours later, the lights in the room dimmed, and Din still sleeping next to you. Whoops.

With one final deep breath, you rolled away from him and toward the edge of the bed, swinging your feet onto the floor. There was a throw blanket on the ground and you reached for it, holding it up to cover your chest before reaching out to push the blinds up, not knowing what to expect.

It wasn’t just clouds that you could see - there were lights, too, pinpricks of gold and silver far below you. It wasn’t like flying over the United States, where everything looked like a grid, cities and towns connected by winding highways and arranged in haphazard patterns until you got close to the big ones.

What was beneath you were multiple brightly light places, each of them arranged into neat, well-illuminated circles. There were smaller bursts of color between them, your eyes moving between the geometric shapes and the scattered lights, lips parted. It’s beautiful. There’s so much open space, I wonder where we are. I -

You felt him moving before he said anything to you. Din wrapped himself around you from behind, the skin of his broad chest warm against your back. “We fell asleep.” He spoke as he settled his chin on your shoulder, arms tight around your body. “And we…” He trailed off, and when he continued his sentence, you understood why. “There it is.”

He tilted his chin down and kissed your shoulder again, one hand slipping beneath the blanket to splay his fingers across your abdomen, the man’s hold almost possessive. You knew the answer, but asked anyway. “Din? Is that …”

“That’s Mandalore. You’ll be able to see Sundari in a few minutes. We’re home.”

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Gedet'ye = please

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Thank yous:

When I started this story thanks to a reader vote last year, I thought I’d be able to wrap it up pretty quickly - but as is the case with most of my stuff, that turned out to be untrue, and here we are 8 months later and finally getting a true ending.

I’m going to miss these two (three, because I cannot forget about Grogu) - but I’m definitely open to revisiting them in the future, so if you have questions or thoughts or ideas, please feel free to send them over!

I want to thank everyone that took the time to read, comment, reblog or message me about this story. It was so much fun to talk with you about it, and I hope you’re satisfied with this ending - and that you all feel that it’s ‘right’ for them.

Thank you to the people that let me bounce plot points and ideas off of them - especially @the-blind-assassin-12, who was INSTRUMENTAL in many BKK decisions and choices for Grogu.

Thank you to the people that made artwork for this - @valkblue and @guiltypleasure-art specifically, because those pieces were perfect.

I don’t know that I can top this one with the 2023 Christmas story on this blog - but I’ll definitely try. Thank all of you endlessly for the support throughout this story and all of my others. I love you all very much.

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