#funky lil fluff

[mooonjin]

Hi hi!echo anon here i just realized that instead of putting echo x reader i put hunter/// can you feel my love for that man coming though yet-??? Anyways..the echo fic was so cute!! I hope you dont mind me requesting again;;but since i cant seem to get hunter off my mind... Hunter x reader where hunter is being a dad figure to omega AND navigating being in a relationship with the reader? I feel like alot of fics skip the part where The bad batch were soldiers and loving someone doesnt really come as easy to them;; oh my lord i wrote alot- anyways ill end this!! Do you have a masterlist?? And rules for your writings?

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Notes: AAAA so sorry echo anon that took so long to come you!! but its hereeee~~ to answerr your questions, i will have a masterlist soon once i get rest of the bad batch fics out and rules? not so really,, just nothing so super violent or extreemly dark smut ykk? okok enjoyyyyyyyyyy :DD

Pairing: Hunter x gn!reader

Summary: Dealing with a role as an older brother (dad)  was something he'd never have thought of but also getting into a relationship? Yeah, that's another.

Warnings/Tags: mentions of Zygerrians, mild kissing, fluff — tell me if I've missed anything!

Hunter whimpered into the kiss.

You don't remember how many rotations it's been since you were able to have a makeout session with him. Let alone have him make noise. The shiver that travelled throughout your body caused you to push desperately against him.

Hunter's breathing shifted, he was almost panting like a dog in need of water. His kissing was sloppy, though you didn't complain. He's a soldier, obviously not the type to go around and practice kissing.

As Hunter's firm hands slid under your blacks, goosebumps appeared across your skin. His mere touch can send you into a frenzy; it was electrifying and soft. His hands came down to the hem of your shirt with the intention of removing it. He grinned teasingly against your neck, you could feel it.

As inexperienced as he seemed, he could still be the biggest tease ever. Just as he was about to take your top off, his thoughts wandered too far into a territory he'd been avoiding.

For him, he felt oddly free of worry and thought. He wasn't about to let that mindset take over him.

Hunter's paranoia kicked in, his hands abandoning your shirt and you completely.

You pouted once his touch left your skin, "Wait, where's Omega?" Hunter's iris dilated at a concerning speed, his eyes staring you down, his squint as menacing as ever. The initial atmosphere of arousal dissipating at lightspeed.

You sighed, shaking your head. He still wasn't used to balancing such a dad-like life with a relationship at the same time, "I sent her off with Wrecker," you reassured him, but he didn't appear too convinced. He always had to make sure Omega was somewhere in his sight, "Your brother's a big guy 'n Omega can handle herself now." you added on.

Whilst cupping his jaw, you examined his face. You gently took your thumb and caressed the tatted skull upon his cheek. He seemed nervous and wasn't easily reassured that Omega was okay. Not that he doesn't trust you or his brothers, oh gosh no.

"Woah-ho, 'm I interrupting?" a booming voice suddenly filled the Marauder, frightening Hunter and yourself.

It was only Wrecker, who seemed to be searching for Gonky as he frantically whipped his head around the nooks and cranny of the shuttle. The brute loves doing sets with the poor droid and is also the master of barging in without warning.

Although you had a grin on your face, Hunter wasn't the same. You could feel his gloved hands grip the lower part of your waist and you didn't know why.

His lips pursed inwards and his eyes squinted more than you've seen before. As his eyes darted around the space in thought, you spoke with a soft voice, "Hey, you okay?—"

"—Wrecker, where's Omega?"

This time, your eyes darted around the space, trying to regain Hunter's eye contact. You could hear happy noises erupt from further up the ship, assuming Wrecker found gonky laying around.

With a quick kiss on your forehead from Hunter, he hastily bolted up towards Wrecker, who was fortunately not paying attention to the lovebirds in the ship.

"Where's Omega?" as you walked slowly towards the two, you could hear how stern Hunter's voice became. You placed both of your hands on his shoulders to calm him down.

He looked over his shoulder to face you, oddly getting distracted by your beauty. The sight of his eyes relaxing a little bit was relieving.

"Left 'er with Cid, said she wanted to show her something she'd like—" faster than the speed of hyperspace, Hunter was out the Marauder in milliseconds and dashing his way deep into town, accidentally bumping you to the ground.

He didn't look back to apologise or even think twice about the harsh contact, by the time Wrecker helped you onto your feet, he was no longer visible.

You sighed, rubbing the back of your thigh from where you fell.

-

"Y'know... I have another weapon similar to that energy bow of yours," Cid mumbled. She walked over to her desk, the surface area filled with artifacts Omega had never seen before.

She wanted to inspect them all, pry, use, poke, do whatever she was able to do with the mysterious item. They didn't appear clean or regularly dusted but that was expected. 'Clean' wasn't usually the word for Cid's parlor.

Cid whipped out an old crate labelled 'FRAGILE' in bright red paint as well as being covered in crispy, aged blaster shots. Assuming the box was valuable and was definitely shot at, Omega's attention was directed from the target she was focusing on to the crate.

"Was that box stolen?" Omega piped up. She titled her head, curiously, making her way around the hologram table and towards Cid's desk.

As the crate made contact with the desk, multiple metal thumps could be heard from inside, a small wave of dust bouncing off the surface.

Cid scoffed, waving her hand about before opening the box, "Mmm, maybe, but no one's comin' after this, I'll tell you that," it was dusty. Really dusty. It must've been hidden away in the office for some time.

Unfortunately, Omega was too small to see what was in the box so she urged Cid to bring whatever the contents were inside, out. She received an eye roll from Cid, who complied anyway.

Having the embodiment of curiosity run about on two legs has its cons. It wasn't the most ideal around a snappy, sassy lizard.

Omega's eyes widened at the sight of a golden... stick?

"What's that supposed to be?"

"An electro-whip." Cid dusted off the thin layer of dust on the handle before presenting it. Omega let her fingers slide along the strange prongs on one end of the whip.

She was particularly interested in the design of the handle, her fingers descending from the prongs and onto the swirly, yellow designs.

As Cid lent Omega full control of the whip, she was already trying to find an on button, "How does it work?" she titled the handle on every angle, checking if there was anything to touch, press, hold, anything. She even dangerously stuck her eye through the prongs, looking down into a small contraption where the whole show of the whip emerged from.

"You might not wanna stick your eye there, Tiny," Omega immediately backing away as Cid chuckled. Cid gently took a hold of the handle and turning it around before giving it back to Omega, "Hold this handle and push this button, you'll hear a buzzing sound. And make yourself some room." she shooed Omega back.

She did as instructed, backing away from Cid's desk to give herself some room to charge up the whip. Looking around the handle, she found the button to hold down. Her thumb pressed against it, a tingly feeling and a buzzing noise slowly climbing up in decibels.

A golden stream of electricity emerged from the tip of the handle which startled Omega. She looked at the activated weapon in awe, fascinated at how it worked. Before she could wind up her arm to test the whip, Hunter came bursting through office door.

Startled again, Omega took her thumb off the button, the whip retracting, "Well, look who decided to show up." Cid chimed in, crossing her arms as Hunter stepped into the room.

His eyes immediately landing on whatever Omega was clutching in her hand. He noticed it right away, that same whip that he managed to overpower from the Zygerrian when they did their first rescue mission for Cid.

Hastily, he snatched it out of Omega's hand, careful not to hurt her in the process, "You shouldn't be toying with this," he walked over to the open crate on Cid's desk, placing the whip inside and closing the crate back up with a loud slam, buckling the crate tight.

He shot a brooding glare at Cid who defensively put her hands up.

Hunter placed a hand on Omega's shoulder, ushering her out the door. Omega waved to Cid before the sliding doors closed. The two exited the parlor entirely and was greeted with the sound of Ord Mantell.

The Marauder wasn't far from the parlor and neither was the Pantoran man that sold Mantell Mix. Omega giggled at the sight of Wrecker attempting to bargain the price.

As they passed Wrecker, Hunter gestured to him to just pay what the original price is considering they were going on a mission soon that pays well, "Maybe'll get cheaper next'ime..." he grumbled.

Omega gently shook her head, dismissing and forgiving Wrecker even though she didn't expect him to get anything when she came back from Cid's.

Wrecker happily ran ahead at the sight of a fixed Gonky and a disappointed Tech. You emerged from inside the Marauder, glad to see Omega well and Hunter calmed down.

After Wrecker had accidentally sat on Gonky's charging port, he'd ran off the buy something to compensate Tech for having to fix it.

You observed as Omega went along to hang out with Wrecker and Gonky. Tech, on the other hand, was glued to his holopad once again, "Echo and Crosshair are in need of my presence in town, excuse me." His put on his helmet and walked off, nodding dismissively to Hunter to let him know as well.

You stood upon the open door of the shuttle, waiting for Hunter to acknowledge you. Once he had taken his eyes of Omega, his eyes swept straight to you.

He expected a grin or an arms open hug but was met with a cold expression. Deep down he knew he did something wrong running off like that and ignoring you instantly. You exited the shuttle, walking towards him. He froze, terrified he might've made you angry.

He didn't know what to do in situations like this, having only seen scenarios similar when he would watch holofilms. Hunter was nervous, expecting it to end how it would've in the films: yell, shout, quiet down, angry break up.

"Look I really—"

"—You okay?"

What? 

He didn't expect that question from you. Hunter was taken aback, almost forgetting to answer your question, "Wha— oh, yes, I'm okay? I guess," you chuckled at his step up, bringing a grin to his face. He hoped this wasn't a cover up of you being twitchy with him.

You pecked his lips, pulling away to address the recent situation, "Omega can be curious—" you began.

"—And reckless." Hunter finished, sighing, but you quickly shushed him with your index finger.

"And that's what makes her, her. I know you want to prevent her from getting hurt or lost but she's still a kid." Hunter's eyes panned over to Wrecker and Omega playing catch — Gonky basically being piggy in the middle — proudly witnessing the first time on Saluecami with Shaeeah and Jek. They both were happy and giggly, occasionally missing the ball and accidentally throwing towards one another's face, "Remember what Suu told you?"

"Children will always find ways of getting into trouble," he quoted, taking his eyes off the duo and back to yours. They always seemed to glimmer every time he stared.

You pulled him into a hug, if wasn't as comfortable with his armour on but the embrace is what matters.

Hunter pulled away, his hands returning to your waist, "I really like you a lot..." he sighed.

"Only?"

He became flustered at the intense eye contact, "Well—maybe more, I uh, don't know...?"

"I love you too," you pecked him again, watching as he scratched the back of his neck, "You're allowed to say it, are you not ready?" you prepared to apologise.

"No, it's not that it's just... I'm not the type someone falls in love with." he nervously confessed. You enveloped him in a passionate kiss, offering comfort. A small smooch of a plop was heard as the both of you pulled away.

"Would you care to finish what we started?" you grinned, feeling how tense his hands became that rested behind your waist.

"Gladly," he growled.

This time, you were gonna get more than whimpers out of him.

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[purpleqilinwrites]

first.

a/n: these days have been feeling yucky to me (unrelated to fandom), so i wrote a little nanami thing to cheer myself up.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: nanami kento

genre: fluff

info: established relationship (nanami is your husband); reader is also a jujutsu tech alumnus

warnings: high school dumbassery

synopsis: allegedly, gojou was your first kiss. allegedly.

word count: 1.3k

Nanami Kento

"Can I help you?" you asked, your smile evident in your tone as you looked at Nanami from over the novel in your hands.

There was a certain sullenness that knitted his brows together, one you recognised as being a symptom of having a few too many necessary interactions with a certain white-haired sorcerer. Nanami slumped backwards into the armchair, running a hand down his face with a tired sigh. You chuckled lightly to yourself as you waited for him to speak, eyes fixed on the words on the page in front of you but not reading any of them.

"Gojou-san said something to me as I was leaving the school, and I'd like you to confirm or deny it," Nanami said, finally.

You let out a thoughtful hum, slotting an expired stamp card into your novel before closing it and leaving it on the coffee table. "And what did he say?" you asked, feeling the beginnings of a strain in your cheeks as your smile widened, anticipating.

Gojou did say the damnedest things sometimes.

Nanami groaned, his hand immediately going to his already loosened tie to tug it off his neck. The collar of his dress shirt fell open in the absence of the tie, and you allowed yourself to be distracted by his Adam's apple for a second before bringing your attention back to the increasingly interesting conversation you were having.

"Before I say anything else, I want you to know that I'm asking purely for curiosity's sake."

You nodded along, urging him to continue. He let out a long exhale as a means of pause, and you mirrored the break in his words to settle into a more comfortable position on the couch, still anticipating.

Nanami was uncharacteristically hesitant with his words, as though he was rephrasing himself several times before anything could leave his tongue. When your husband was like this, it brought to remembrance a younger version of him who tended to cut himself off in the middle of sentences because he wasn't satisfied with how his thoughts came out. He had always been more careful when he was speaking to you.

You mentally put aside a reminder to buy some kikufuku for the sole purpose of eating the whole box in front of Gojou and not sharing. If you felt particularly devious when the day came, you could always flick some of the rice flour left at the bottom of the box at him. Maybe leave a suspicious white handprint or two on his back for his students to pester him about.

"Of course," you said, still smiling, still waiting. "But please, just say what's on your mind. I don't think I can take much more of this mystery."

"Gojou-san seemed to be under the impression that he was your first kiss. He said—"

You couldn't contain the violent cackling that boiled over your lips, slapping your hands on your thighs and folding over in your seat. "I'm-I'm sorry! Hah! Please— Go on," you said, your words coming out in pieces as you tried to stop laughing long enough to hear Nanami out.

He sighed at the sight of you misty-eyed and happy, a fond smile pulling on his lips.

While you busied yourself with wiping your tears on the ends of your sleeves, Nanami stood and stepped around the coffee table to sit beside you. You moved to swing your legs over his lap when you felt the couch dip with the addition of his weight, scooting close enough to prop your cheek on his shoulder. His hand naturally came to rest on your hip, and he leaned in to press a few kisses into your hair.

"That's what you wanted to know?" you asked, eyes bright and still slightly out of breath.

Nanami regarded your face for a moment, silently admiring you. His other hand came to cup your jaw and you obliged him, your mouth pliant against the insistent press of his.

"Is it true?" came your husband's voice, his breath warm on your face. You shook your head, chasing his lips and relishing how they curved into a smile against yours.

"But I did kiss Gojou once," you said, breaking the string of saliva with your finger as you reclined into the backrest of the couch. The pleased expression on Nanami's face immediately soured terribly. He motioned for you to elaborate before placing a hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly.

"It was in the first year of high school, sometime at the beginning of the school year," you started, laughing when Nanami's eyebrows shot up. "My first kiss was actually Shouko. After, I kissed Getou and then Gojou. All on the same day."

The pinch of his lips told you that he was still processing this revelation, so you waited. It was a lot to process even for you, when you suddenly remembered it when the school year came to an end. Three people you kissed in one day, simply because Gojou hounded the rest of you to "live life a little".

You idly smoothed the palm of your hand over the muscular plane of Nanami's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of it as he breathed.

"You kissed all of your classmates? And on the same day?" he asked, incredulous. You nodded to both questions, your smile turning sheepish. Nanami's hand on your thigh squeezed again, more firmly this time, as if there was some written confirmation in your skin about the time you kissed three other people who weren't him.

"Tell me how it happened."

You blinked.

"Are you disappointed?" you asked, already looping your arms around Nanami's torso and tucking your head under his chin, an offering. He dropped a kiss into your hair and let his lips linger there, a quiet reminder that you never needed to fear him harbouring such feelings against you.

If anything, he was disappointed in all three of your classmates for whatever transpired in those early months of your time in Jujutsu Tech. In Ieiri, Getou, and especially Gojou.

"No matter what, I love you, remember?" was the promise that he whispered into your hair, a reprise of the firm promise he gave you on your wedding day.

You giggled, repeating the words into his collarbone. It tickled him, both the feeling of your breath on his exposed skin and the assurance that you felt loved in his arms.

"Gojou started it," you said, and it made perfect sense. Nanami had suspected as much when he first heard the words from Gojou's lips. Of course, it was his upperclassman's fault. "He was convinced that having a 'kiss fest', as he called it, would be a good bonding experience for everyone. Like it was something normal to do in high school."

You left room for him to ask questions, knowing him and knowing that he'd definitely want to know more. Mentally, you replayed the whole 'kiss fest' and everything that led up to it, catching yourself by surprise with how crisp some of the details were in your mind's eye. It was a thing that you happened to participate in while you were in high school, completely uneventful and entirely disregarded.

After all, the best part of your high school years was meeting your husband. Everything else was just happenstance, smooth rocks that marked out the road that led to him.

"Did you enjoy it?" was the question that pulled you from your reminiscing.

You put your finger to your chin in thought. "Based on what? Like, taste or something?" you asked, drawing a blank when you pondered how best to answer the question posed to you. You knew when it came to him there was no wrong way to say things. It was more that you wanted to properly convey how little those three kisses meant to you.

It was Nanami's turn to laugh, the sound warm and inviting you to do the same. You brushed away the stray golden strands falling in his face, taking in the handsome image before you and committing it to memory.

[janetbrown711]

Our Trio's Down to Two

Mei realizes Tang and Pigsy are acting weird on a day Pigsy's planning on closing the restaurant early. Clearly, this means a thorough investigation must occur, even if she has to do it all by herself in the rain.

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Mr. Tang and Mr. Piggy were acting weird, Mei could feel it in her bones.

As she worked with MK on cleaning up around the restaurant, she’d peek around corners or glance at the pair to find them all smiley and laughy– especially that Mr. Tang. Then again, Mr. Piggy didn't seem all that stoic either.

It was weird.

Like– right now, for example. Mr. Piggy was all cooking and cleaning but Mr. Tang had come in and specifically said he needed to work on that one big important paper thingy he was always working on, but instead, his laptop remained inside his bag and he was just looking at Mr. Piggy. Seriously– not even pretending– what was up with these two?

“Hello? Earth to Mei,” MK waved a hand over the girl’s suspicious face. “Mr. Piggy’s gonna yell at you if you keep not pretending to clean.”

“Well Mr. Tang isn’t pretending to study, so that just seems like equality,” Mei crossed her arms.

MK gave his friend a look, so she huffed and grabbed a rag she dunked in hot soapy water and immediately slapped onto the table, causing water to go everywhere.

“Mei!” MK laughed.

“That’s what you get for actin’ like such a dad,” Mei stuck her tongue out.

“Mei! MK! Stop goofin’ around– I’d like to close at a reasonable pace” Pigsy scolded from the kitchen, and Tang nodded to himself in agreement.

Mei saw an opportunity.

“Well what about Mr. Tang? All he’s doing is staring at you! Isn’t he s’pposed to be working?” Mei put her hands on her hips and the scholar immediately turned ten shades redder and tried to bury his head in his scarf.

“Mei—” Pigsy chided intensely.

“I’m not wrong,” Mei scoffed.

Pigsy rubbed his forehead. “Get to work, and please don’t harass Tang.”

“Ah, I should get going anyways– gotta freshen up for tonight,” Tang tried to wave off the embarrassment.

Pigsy nodded. “Alright, be safe.”

“Will do,” Tang smiled that weird smile he kept having before he turned to MK and Mei. “Bye you two!”

“Bye Mr. Tang!” MK waved, but Mei just squinted at the man until he left, but Pigsy ignored her and got back to work.

MK sighed, “Mei– why–?”

“Because Mr. Tang and Mr. Piggy are being weird– don’t you see it?” Mei said in a hushed tone.

MK blinked. “Uh… no. Pretty sure they’ve been like this since day one.”

Mei huffed. “Yeah but like– they’re not acting normal– they’re weird.”

“Maybe their normal isn’t everyone’s normal,” MK shrugged, but also looked at Mr. Tang and Pigsy with a suspicious eye.

“Mr. Piggy’s closing the restaurant early tonight– and Miss Gatita is babysitting????? That’s weird. This is weird, MK,” Mei pointed out.

“That’s true– this is weird– I didn’t think Mr. Piggy would abandon us for– well… awhile, at least,” MK looked away.

“That’s what I’m saying! It’s weird for him to have plans– plans that he’d close the restaurant for,” Mei decided to scrub the table since Pigsy was about to finish an order and would see them.

“Yeah, I guess it is weird,” MK copied her motions. “But what’re we supposed to do about it?”

Mei didn’t have an answer for that. Part of her thought about stopping Pigsy– making him stay home by pretending to be sick or something– but it was clear whatever he was planning, he was excited for it. It bugged her he was loose on the details, but she wouldn’t take it away from him. She just wished he’d tell her what because frankly the curiosity and strange behavior was eating her from the inside.

Also she needed to know what Mr. Tang’s role was in this weirdness. And why he left. And why Mr. Piggy knew what was “tonight”. And why that needed freshening up. And why Pigsy wanted him to be safe– wait, no– that one made sense. Everything else didn’t though, and required thorough investigation.

No time for that now though, so she and MK just shrugged and got back to work.

After a half hour, their guardian gave them new orders to start wrapping up since that was going to be their last customer of the night. glad she could finally be done with this and move on with her day, Mei scrubbed tables extra extra hard and swept the floors with incredible vigor that left Pigsy impressed when it was done.

The ride home was swift as always, and MK and Mei flopped onto the couch in a matter of moments while Pigsy changed.

"He's changing MK-! This is serious," Mei shook MK's arm once Pigsy was out of the room.

"Maybe Pigsy's seeing a play or somethin' and had an extra ticket so invited Mr. Tang," MK still was not grasping how truly odd this situation was.

“Mr. Piggy never offered to take us to a play or movie! That’s weird!” Mei pointed out.

“Okay fine- maybe–” MK threw his hands in the air, “But i dunno what we’re supposed to do about it.”

Mei harrumphed and thought about it. “We could follow ‘em.”

“Are you crazy???” MK exclaimed.

“What if they’re being kidnapped or something? What if this is all a ploy by demon tigers who want to eat their flesh? Wouldn’t that be our responsibility to look out for them?” Mei put a hand on MK’s shoulder.

MK shook his head. “How would us being there help with tiger demons?”

“Easy, I go all Dragon Horse Girl on them like last time,” Mei said like it was no biggie.

“But if they’re returning that means it didn’t work for long and now all of us are dead,” MK pointed out.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Mei shook her head.

“H-hey! I was just tryin’ to–” MK sighed, “I dunno. I-i don’t like being out late.”

Mei frowned, sensing that whatever reason he had, it was some personal biz, so figured not to push. Plus, she didn’t really get the chance to, as right then Mr. Piggy emerged, dressed in black slacks and a shirt Mei couldn’t detect the fanciness of because he hid it behind a bomber jacket.

“Gatita here yet?” He asked, looking around for his keys.

“Do you see her?” Mei snarked and Pigsy gave her a look. Curse the girl’s stupid luck though, as right then the doorbell rang, to which their guardian opened it and revealed the strangely majestic lawyer.

“Mr. Zhu, it’s a pleasure to see you in better circumstances,” Gatita smiled at the chef as he let her inside.

“Uh– you too,” Pigsy replied and closed the door. “So– um– I’ll be out at the theater until 10, so just keep them alive until then.”

Gatita chuckled. “Trust me when I say I’ve had a lot of experience with chaotic– children, so there’s nothing to worry about here. You go enjoy your night.”

“Well I just– make sure they’ve brushed their teeth and stuff before bed too– and MK likes hearing stories about the monkey king, so if you have any–”

“Oh I have plenty, don’t worry,” Gatita laughed to herself, clearly confusing the pig demon.

“Rrrright,” Pigsy looked at her but the lawyer was still laughing wistfully. “Well, anyways– I’m gonna go talk to ‘em before I leave,” he informed and headed over to the couch, where Mei instantly turned around and started acting like she wasn’t just eavesdropping big time.

“Pigsy, do you have to go?” MK pleaded with the chef.

Pigsy chuckled a little sadly and ruffled his hair. “It’s one night kiddo– I’ll be back before you even wake up.”

MK nodded with solemn acceptance and the pig turned to the girl instead.

“You gonna be alright kid?” He asked.

Mei eyed him up and down, spotting what might’ve been a tie around his neck. She glared at it for a second before huffing.

“How often you plan on doin’ this whole leaving thing, hm?” Mei asked.

“Mei– It’s not like that,” Pigsy frowned.

Mei scoffed. “Just go enjoy your night or whatever– I’m used to being handed off.”

She glanced at Pigsy just long enough to see the stupid heartbroken look on his face and it was enough to make her regret how harsh she was being– how much of a brat she was.

Before she could speak again, Pigsy sighed and said, “I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t stay up too late.”

She nodded numbly along with MK and with a sigh their guardian left.

Miss Gatita hummed, dusting her hands off on her spotless white skirt– which was embroidered with pink lotuses in truly immaculate detail– before clapping her hands. “So… what would you two like to do?” She asked with a smile, approaching the couch.

“I wanna watch Monkey King the Animated Series!” MK shot his hand up and Gatita laughed.

“And you, Mei?” She then asked the girl.

Mei was used to this song and dance by now– granted, it was never with a strangely magnificent lawyer, but she knew she wasn’t actually interested. “I just want to go to bed.”

Gatita raised an eyebrow. “It’s barely seven. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to play a game or swap stories or bake peach cobbler, or– um– what do children like…” She whispered that last part to herself. Mei tried to share a look with MK but he wasn’t bothered.

“I’m sure, Miss Gatita,” Mei said before the lawyer could talk. She and Gatita shared a long look, and for a second Mei wondered if she could read her mind and knew she was up to something– but that was impossible because Mei was a total pro.

“If you’re sure, Miss Long. Just remember that I’m here if you want to talk about things,” she smiled softly, and Mei felt a weird calm sensation wash over her.

“I… uh… sure. G’night MK,” She nodded to MK before getting up and heading to her room, glancing at Gatita.

There really was something strange about that woman, but Mei seriously couldn’t put a finger on it.

Whatever, she had better things to do.

Carefully the girl crept to her bedroom door where she very loudly opened and closed it, before creeping her way to a safe observation point to wait for her chance to book it into the night.

MK sighed. “Maybe I should go to bed too, Miss Gatita.”

“Oh nonsense, MK. Your dear friend just needs some space and time to figure things out on her own,” Gatita patted his shoulder. “How about instead of watching a show I have a slight feeling you already have memorized, we play a little card game, hm? And while we play I can tell you some exclusive stories about the Monkey King only a small handful know about,” She winked.

“Woah-! New stories?! Wait– you aren’t gonna make them up are you?” MK asked cautiously.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, MK,” Gatita smiled and Mei just wanted to barf at the blatant falsehood of it all.

“O-okay! Cool! How much do you know about the Monkey King? Cuz I like to think I’m a bit of an expert and I might already know some of these stories so I’m just–”

Mei decided MK’s ramblings meant she could move on unheard, and so after slowly twisting the knob, she flung the door open before closing it bit-by-bit, and slipping out to the elevator. It arrived rather quickly and she quickly told the liftman to take her to the lobby as she tried to ignore her guilty reflection.

Did she feel bad for leaving MK behind? Oh yes, absolutely. Did she feel terrible for maybe souring Mr. Piggy’s night out? Yeah, she totally did– but it was fine, this was fine. Mei was just gonna go see what was up and once she made sure things were okay– if they were okay– it’d be fine and she’d go back home.

Head out, check on Piggy, then go back in. Simple as that.

Once she was at a lobby, she scoured for a map of the city, realizing to her dismay there was more than one theater. However, after asking a bellhop which one was the cheapest, she realized they were probably at this one “experimental shadow puppet theater” downtown, and so Mei was off.

The sun had almost fully set by now, and Mei yet again realized she didn’t have a jacket, and unlike before, there was no sun to warm her now.

“This is fine, Mei. Walkin’ alone in the cold in the dark is a-okay, you’re fine,” she muttered to herself, smiling courteously at strangers so they didn’t question her as she kept marching on.

…

It started raining.

Nothing awful, of course, but enough for Mei not to find it funny or all that pleasant. It also threatened to ruin her map, and so Mei had to try to memorize the streets she was turning on and hope she could find a covered bus stop if she really needed to look at it. At least it meant far less strangers were on the street, so there were less people for Mei to be forced to talk to.

Mei ended up walking six blocks west, one block north and another block west before she arrived at her location, where she even caught a glimpse of Mr. Piggy and–

He WAS with Mr. Tang!!!!

If Mei had less restraint she would’ve started shouting at them right then and there, but instead she hid behind the stairs and waited for them to go in before creeping up and going in.

Mei was grateful to be out of the rain, of course, but once she was inside, the AC kicked in just cold enough to make her uncomfortable.

“Oh– hello miss? Do you have a ticket?” An usher stopped her from just booking it inside.

“Oh, well, see, my father is inside already and well– the only reason I’m not with him is because I forgot my uh– umbrella-! And so I looked everywhere for it, not realizing he left, and I bet he’s already inside, so if you don’t mind I’m just gonna get on in, thankyouverymuch,” Mei squeezed quickly past so the usher had no time to ask for further question, and entered the main showroom.

Curse her stupid luck, there weren’t a lot of people there, and Piggy and that interloper were seated pretty far back so she had to hang out by the door to avoid detection– and worst of all she could hear their stupid little conversation despite her wanting to ignore it.

She eyed them as they sat and laughed and ate their stupid little snacks on the bench. Those ought to have been her and MK’s stupid little popcorn and soda– this was a completely child friendly experience! How dare they leave her and MK behind, quite frankly. They were absolutely delightful children.

As she observed, the lights started to dim, and a spotlight went onto a shadowy figure– the narrator of whatever the heck this was. Thankfully Mei’s eyes adjusted to the dark in no time so she could continue her snooping as he began saying something about heroes and warriors and suns and moons.

“Wow, how do you think he gets the shadows to look like that?” The stupid scholar man asked her guardian with a whisper.

“Oh– well, i think the program said somethin’ – we can look at intermission,” Pigsy replied.

Mei rolled her eyes. These two were clearly disengaged from the theater at hand– why’d they even bother going out at all– especially without–

Wait a minute.

Piggy was wearing a white button down and tie, and Tang wasn’t in his regular changpao. No, he was in a fancy schmancy tang suit coat– which was stupid quite frankly because Tang in a tang suit? Puh-lease, talk about a try hard! Not to mention Tang was a stupid name, so frankly this was just sad and desperate.

Wait, but what was he desperate for–

“Is it just me, or are you also getting an ‘ex boyfriends’ vibe from this play?” Mr. Tang snickered and Piggy tried to hold back a laugh.

Boyfriends? Oh wait–! She knew that was a thing. Her parents told her that sometimes instead of a man and a woman dating, two women or two men would—

Holy Frickin Dragon of the Western Ocean.

They were dating– This was a date-! They were gonna kiss-! Maybe they already have-!

How long did they think they could hide this from her and MK?! Why, Mei oughta–

“Talk about a total sap– he sounds just like you, Pigsy,” The scholar suddenly grinned at the chef.

Pigsy gasped quietly. “I’ll have to kill you for that.”

“Uh-huh. And what would you tell the police?” Mr. Tang smirked, making Mei growl.

“That some twink wouldn’t stop makin’ fun of me and also robbed me on a daily basis,” Mr. Piggy smirked right back.

“Oh I see how it is,” Tang leaned in close to Pigsy.

“Do you now?” Pigsy chuckled quietly.

“Oh yes– you just want your money's worth,” Tang leaned in and they kissed.

Friggin fireballs below, they kissed– Nope– nopenopenope, Mei couldn’t do this actually.

“Close, but not true,” Pigsy kissed Tang’s cheek.

This couldn’t be happening.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Believe it or not, but I like you, and wanted a break from all this parent stuff– and seeing some emo idiot do puppets seemed like a good option.”

Mei’s heart sank as Tang laughed and whispered something else before they were shushed by people across a few rows.

“Oh excuse me, miss, I think that’s–” A man tapped her shoulder and Mei immediately jumped and ran out of the theater, back into the rain. Fighting back a lump in her throat, she sat defeated on the steps, frustrated but not surprised that it began to pour.

Instead, she stared vacantly at neon lights across the street and wondered where oh where she went so wrong– seriously– like– was she too mean about his mother? Did he hear any of that? Or was it how she was always needing bribes to do things. That was kinda bad of her, but she thought Mr. Piggy liked it too– she’d stop if he didn’t. Mei could be good without reward, she swore– she just–

“Woah– are you alright, little girl?” A low, gruff voice asked.

Great. Another stranger.

“M’fine,” Mei said, her voice cracking as she realized she was crying. She went to wipe her face with her sleeve, but the rain made that utterly pointless– that was, until the rain suddenly stopped pouring on her and–

Oh, the stranger was holding his umbrella over her.

“T-thanks, Mr–” Mei looked up at the nice man, startled to find he was real big and blue and holding a kennel.

“Mr. Sha,” The man smiled softly, taking a seat next to her on the stairs.

“...Mei.”

“Hello, Mei,” The stranger said. “Are you lost? I can take you to a police station.”

“N-no! Never the cops– not the cops,” Mei shook her head.

“I hear you there,” Mr. Sha chuckled good naturedly. “Are you lost though?”

Mei sniffled and shook her head. “I-i came to find my– uh–” She glanced at the stranger– “...dad, but he was with some guy.”

“Oh dear– do you think he’s cheating on your other parent?” Mr. Sha asked softly.

Mei shook her head again. “No– h-he’s single– or I guess not anymore… he just didn’t tell me ‘n MK.”

“I see,” Mr. Sha stroked his long orange beard. “Why does that upset you?”

“Because he friggin’ left us with our stupid lawyer,” Mei muttered, resting her head on her knees. “And Mr. Tang is stupid and Piggy should’ve stayed home with us because we’re cool.”

The man had a flash of recognition he quickly shook away before placing a soft hand on her back. “You know what I like to do when I’m frustrated or stressed?”

Of course she friggin didn’t, he was a stranger????

“N-no, what?” She asked instead of sassing, as everyone had clearly had enough of that.

“I like to hold a kitten,” He winked, opening the kennel door and handing Mei a little blue and orange kitten that did a big stretch before Mei gasped.

“Can I?!” She lit up. The man chuckled and handed over the little guy and Mei practically melted as she began to pet it.

“What’s the widdle guy’s name?” Mei stroked his ears.

“I’m thinking Mo suits him fine,” Mr. Shu smiled. “What do you think?” “I like it. Short and sweet like this widdle cutie patootie,” Mei grinned and the stranger laughed.

“I’m glad he can raise your spirits– I was hoping for a cat that could help me with my emotions too,” he informed her with a fond look.

“Oh?” Mei looked at him, and it was only then the man realized what he had said.

“Ah– well– I’ve struggled a long time with inner demons, and therapy animals help me process those emotions,” He decided to tell her despite his hesitation, which felt strangely nice to Mei.

“Ah, well I don’t think Mr. Piggy would be open to getting me a cat– it’d take up ‘too much space’,” Mei sighed as Mo purred.

“I don’t suppose he would, would he?” The stranger sighed. “It’s a shame– I hear they really do make good companions.”

Mei frowned. “Mr. Piggy doesn’t need another companion, though. He just needs me and MK– Mr. Tang can stay at the restaurant.”

“I see,” The stranger nodded slowly. “Is that what this is about? You fear you’re being replaced?”

“More like ‘handed off’,” Mei huffed. “It’s just– it’s not fair– Like– yeah, Mr. Tang was always there but he never– like– took up our time or took Mr. Piggy away until now– because like– he’s our guardian.”

“Guardian-? What–” The stranger was going to ask something but quickly waved that off. “I assume this is his first time out with this Tang fellow?”

Mei nodded.

“I see,” He nodded all sagely again. “It’s normal to feel jealous or protective of a parental figure who’s entering the dating field, but they aren’t doing it out of spite or because they don’t like you anymore– they’re doing it because even people who love being parents and their families more than anything else in the whole wide world need a break sometimes.”

“I… guess,” Mei muttered.

“However, if you do feel that this Tang is unfair to you or is mean to you and your brother, then perhaps you should bring it up to Pigsy, he may be more understanding than you think,” Mr. Sha pointed out.

“No– Mr. Tang is nice and funny and– wait, I’ve never called him Pigsy, how’d you–”

“Ah– it’s a common name around where I come from,” The man smiled nervously and Mei observed him a moment before deciding that interrogating him would be pointless.

“Anyways– Mr. Tang is really nice– he hates cops too and tells funny stories, I just… I don’t want him taking Piggy away,” She sighed.

“I’m sure he doesn’t mean to, Mei,” The stranger said softly. “And I’m also sure that if you asked him, he’d be understanding too.”

Mei stroked Mo’s chin and huffed.

This was not going how she wanted it to. Heck– a part of her wanted to order the gigantic stranger to burst into the theater and totally kick Tang’s ass but that was stupid– she was being stupid.

Mr. Sha watched a car drive by before asking, “Does Mr. Tang make ‘Piggy’ happy?”

“Yeah… he does. He makes him smile all stupid even though he steals his food all the time,” Mei snorted.

The stranger chuckled. “That’s good then.”

“Yeah… I guess it is,” Mei looked down at Mo who meowed at her again.

“Do you think maybe you’ll at least try to accept them dating if it seems to make them happy?” Mr. Sha asked.

“I… guess… maybe,” Mei mumbled. “Mr. Piggy does deserve to be happy and stuff.”

“That’s very kind of you to think, Miss Mei. Pigsy should be proud for raising such a kind young girl,” He looked at her almost wistfully.

“Uh… yeah,” she smiled a little back.

He chuckled. “Are you alright now?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks for everything, Mr. Sha– here’s your cat back,” She handed him the kitten, which he placed back in the kennel– whereupon it immediately started to cry for her, which made Mr. Sha laugh.

“Looks like good old Mo here really likes you,” He stuck his finger in the cage and tried stroking the cat’s chin.

“Well I like ‘im too,” Mei giggled.

“Are you going to be okay walking home?” The man then asked.

Mei bit her cheek, looking around before nodding. “Yeah, I should know the way– it’s just a few blocks down.”

“Well in that case– take my umbrella,” Mr. Sha handed it to the girl, who took it with confusion.

“But don’t you need it, sir?” She asked.

“Bah, I’m a water demon, this is my element,” he winked. “Besides, Mo’s already covered and the bus stop isn’t too much further– it’s you I’m worried about.”

“Oh– well in that case, thank you, Mr. Sha,” Mei stood and bowed a little.

He laughed, ruffling her hair kinda like how Pigsy did. “No problem, kiddo. Take care of yourself and that Mr. Piggy, alright?”

“I will,” She smiled. “And you take care of that little cutie, okay?”

“Will do,” Mr. Sha winked. “See you around, Miss Mei.”

“See you, Mr. Sha,” Mei waved and he headed off to the bus stop.

Well… that was nice.

Looks like the night wasn’t a total bust after all, who knew?

Mei headed back to the apartment in much higher spirits, despite being soaking wet and even colder than before (sitting on cold and wet concrete was not doing her any favors). When she had gone in, the security almost thought she was a homeless child until they recognized her pigtails and let her back in and before she knew it she was sneaking back into the apartment like it was nothing.

Except the friggin door was gonna be locked.

Well frick– there was no way around this, was there? Gatita would know she snuck out, see her soaking wet, and then punish her forever and ever. Basically, she was a dead woman.

With a sigh, Mei went to knock on the door, awaiting her deep shame, when the door just… opened.

Did she not shut it all the way? No, no, she had to have… right? She had heard it click, didn’t she???

Mei didn’t have time to embrace her luck– instead she ran to her room, and quickly took a shower to try and get that rain smell out– burying the umbrella deep under her bed with the murdered pillow from earlier that week.

Once out, she changed into green polka dot pajamas and ventured out to the living space again, finding Gatita and MK still sharing stories of that Monkey King guy.

“ –it’s true! That Monkey King had the audacity to show up to the southern ocean just to share ABBA with the bodhisattva!” Gatita laughed. “It was quite the eventful day for both of them.”

“Did her goldfish like it?” MK asked with a laugh.

“Oh yes– and her most loyal disciple Moksa too,” She snickered.

“What was her favorite?”

“Oh, toughie,” Gatita tapped her chin, before snapping– “Take a Chance on Me.”

MK practically doubled over in laughter, which was when the lawyer noticed Mei standing awkwardly in the corner.

“Hello, Miss Long. How was your journey westward?” She smiled, and Mei froze.

“My– uh– room isn’t that west,” Mei chuckled nervously.

Gatita chuckled too. “It’s alright dear, I’m just glad you came back.”

“Huh?” MK looked at both of them.

“Oh, nothing MK dear,” Gatita patted his arm. “Care to join us, Mei?”

Mei shrugged. “I dunno– you got any stories about Ao Lie?”

“Oh do I?” Gatita joked and thought for a second. “Did anyone ever tell you about how he and his cousin Ao Bing once snuck into the royal stables and took two mares and raced them directly into the Peach Festival?”

“Woah! A rule breaker?!” Mei gasped and rushed to join them.

“Ah, more of Ao Bing, but Lie had a fun side to him– though of course, that was when they were both children,” Gatita smiled fondly.

And so, the family lawyer told MK and Mei more tales of Sun Wukong and of Ao Lie until their bed time came and even then, continued to narrate and answer questions as they prepped for bed. She also went as far to tuck MK and then Mei into bed– though she stalled at Mei’s bed a little bit longer.

“Did you learn anything valuable while out on your little adventure, Mei?” Gatita winked.

“Yeah, yeah– Mr. Piggy deserves a break, I hear you,” Mei rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Good,” She patted her arm.

“...Are you gonna tell Mr. Piggy?” Mei asked.

Gatita shook her head. “No need to worry the dear. Just don’t do it again,” she teased again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mei chuckled before taking a deep breath and blurting– “you smell like flowers.”

Gatita laughed. “Lotus. Now get some rest.”

“Yes ma’am,” Mei chuckled and closed her eyes. Gatita was finally satisfied with that, but just as she reached the door, Mei called out– “You’re very pretty, Miss Gatita. And you’re a good babysitter.”

“Thank you, Mei,” Gatita appreciated. “But get some sleep.”

“Aye, aye captain,” Mei saluted before actually obeying and getting some shut eye as Gatita left the room.

A few hours passed while Mei dreamt of horses and dragons and rambunctious adventures until the girl was awoken by the sound of her door creaking, and Pigsy approaching her bed quietly.

“Hey,” She mumbled, wondering what time it was.

“Hey kid,” Pigsy smiled tiredly. “How was Gatita?”

“She was cool; I’ve definitely had worse,” Mei snorted a little which made Pigsy chuckle.

“Look, I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to make you feel ‘handed off’, but–”

“I know, Piggy. It’s okay,” She smiled a little at him. “Even the bestest parents in the world need breaks.”

Pigsy laughed a little. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Oh– just, um– Gatita,” Mei lied.

“Some lawyer, hm?” Pigsy remarked, and Mei couldn’t help but agree. “So… you’re okay?”

“I’m okay if you’re okay, Piggy,” She reached out and patted his arm tiredly.

“Same here, kiddo,” Pigsy placed a hand on her shoulder.

Mei smiled and pondered closing her eyes again, before asking, “Did you have fun with Mr. Tang?”

Pigsy froze. “How did you…?”

Mei giggled. “I know your secret~”

“Okayokayokayokay– Look– I– we–” he sighed. “Please don’t tell MK or let Tang know you know– at least until I tell you to, alright?”

“Ooo, like a special little secret?” Mei grinned mischievously.

Pigsy rubbed his face. “If you tell MK, you’re grounded.”

Mei gasped. “But I wanna be the one to blackmail!”

“Too bad, looks like this demon has the upper hand for once,” Pigsy smirked, rustling her hair a bit as she laughed.

“Alright fine, you win this time, but I’ll get you back,” Mei stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m sure you will kiddo,” Pigsy chuckled to himself and headed to her door.

“Wait– Mr. Piggy?” Mei stopped him.

“Yeah kid?” He turned.

“I…I’m really happy you’re happy.” She said, sitting up with a small smile.

“Me too, kiddo,” Pigsy laughed softly. “Me too…”

[thru-the-grapevine]

We Might Be Stupid

Pairing: Yeo Hwanwoong x reader

Summary: Your best friend apparently thinks it’s the nineties. You call him to straighten things out.

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags: idiot besties to lovers, resolved mutual pining, implied college au, fluff, humor

Author Notes: this is my first work for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents! I’m using it for my “mutual pining” square. A little nervous about it but it was loads of fun to write, so I hope Oneusblr can enjoy it <3

It isn’t quite acceptable barging hours when you barge into your roommate’s bedroom that morning.

“I—huh?” Your roommate mumbles, startling awake at the sound of the door.

“I need to borrow your phone,” you say, pulse racing. “Please. Since mine isn’t being fixed until this afternoon.”

Your roommate frowns, eyes still closed. “What?”

“Please. It’s important. Please. I need to make a call.”

Your roommate’s eyes blink halfway open and gaze at you, only half-conscious. Your desperation must really show on your face, because they say, “Sure. Uh, you okay?”

“I don’t know,” you breathe, unplugging the phone from the charger and tapping in their passcode. “Probably. I don’t know. Thank you. Be right back.”

You find the phone app and dial the memorized number, putting it to your ear. You glance back at your roommate’s alarm clock as you take your leave and try idly to do a calculation of what time it is abroad, deducing that he won’t be asleep and he also won’t still be working. Pick up, pick up, pick up pick up pick up pickuppickuppick-

The ring tone cuts off early and the line clicks on. “Uh…hello?”

Something about hearing Hwanwoong’s voice soothes the sting of the panic in your heartbeat, even as your pulse continues racing. “You. You sent—you and your—an email?”

“Oh,” you hear him say brightly, recognition in his voice, and then, flustered, “uh—hi. I, uh, I can expl—”

“An email?!”

“I panicked!” Hwanwoong blurts. “You—your phone, it’s broken, I can’t text—can’t call either, how are you even calling me by the way, whose phone is—I didn’t know how else to—”

“Is this 1999?” You ask him, incredulous, pacing, and you can’t help a flutter of laughter. “You tell me you have feelings for me in an email?! I’m checking my email to make sure my stupid philosophy paper was turned in on time and I see you sent me something with the subject ‘Help’ and then a confession?! That could have sat there for who knows how long—”

“I only sent it, like, eight hours ago,” he protests, then splutters, “n-no, really, your phone is broken. How did you get my number?”

“Yeo Hwanwoong,” you sigh in exasperation, “I have had your phone number memorized since we were fifteen.”

“…Oh,” he says, then laughs. “God, I love you.”

“Yeah!” You exclaim, stomach fluttering with something giddy at the words. “And you said it in an email, like this is a Tom Hanks movie or something!”

“I’m—listen!” He defends, “it hit me out of literally nowhere, hard, like, think hit-on-the-head-with-a-cinder-block hard, and it was overwhelming, like what the hell? What am I supposed to do with this? And I panicked and usually I just call you when I’m panicked and I would have but your phone—”

“My phone is broken, yeah,” you say, pulse finally winding down to adagio. Your deep breath is still shaky. “Well, I’m here now. Talk me through it.”

“Out of nowhere,” he says darkly. “Truly. I was just wondering what the hell you saw in that guy you’re talking to right now, anyway, the one you keep asking for advice on, and why he keeps bothering you all the time, and then I tried to be all, ‘well, what would I see in them if I was trying to date them’, and was like, ‘I mean, sure, they’re cute, anyone with eyes can see that, and sure they’re funny, but in the smart way which is even funnier, and also they’re thoughtful and also they’re a good listener, and and and’ and then it just hit me and, I mean! What the hell, dude? I don’t even know how long I’ve felt like this? Is this normal??”

“You get used to it after a little bit,” you tell him, head spinning. Hwanwoong just called you cute. “But yeah, it’s kinda overwhelming at first, right? And scary?”

“Terrifying, oh my god,” he groans. “Like, you’re my best friend, what the hell am I supposed to do now? What if you’ve noticed the whole time and have just been staying my friend to be nice, or something?”

“I didn’t notice,” you tell him, dragging your toe along one of the cracks in the floorboards, “or I didn’t want to get my hopes up, anyway. But you’re right, that’s the vibe, for sure.”

“And like, what if telling you is a bad idea? What if you’ll feel weird now about it, and we can’t hang out and make jokes and get bubble tea on weekends and—hey, wait. Got used to—get hopes up? I—WAIT.”

Your pulse jump-starts into high gear again. “Uhhh. Suddenly I have, um, things to do—”

“Don’t you dare hang up!” Hwanwoong exclaims. “Yah! I’ll call you again! Or whoever’s phone this is—it’s your roommate’s, right? Your roommate will get sick of me! Don’t you dare! You—I—what do y—how do you know how this feels?”

“Um.” Your heart is going to ricochet out of your ribcage. “I…maybe this is, uh, not new? For me to feel?”

Hwanwoong is quiet for a second, then, “About who?”

“Dude, don’t make me say it,” you groan. “It’s already embarrassing enough to talk with you about—”

“Is it that guy? The one you’ve been talking to? Because if it is, he’s kind of an idiot and he doesn’t appreciate your sense of humor nearly enough but like, I can take it, I’ll support you and the mediocre boy, it’s okay if—”

“You! It’s you! You dumbass!” You cut him off, shrill. “You’re the idiot! God! You are absolutely unbelievable! I am hanging up the phone!”

“No, please! Pleasepleasepleasepl—”

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, slumping down onto your bed. “I’m not hanging up, you can calm down.”

Hwanwoong sighs, sounding winded. “What are…why are we like this.”

“Beats me,” you mumble.

“You…have feelings for me?”

His voice is gilded with hope. You want to melt into the bed and die. “I…yeah.”

Hwanwoong sighs again, shakily, but you can hear him smiling. “How…when did you figure your side out?”

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, embarrassment prickling under your skin. “….like, two years ago.”

There’s a long, excruciating silence on his end.

Panic bubbles up in your throat. “But like, in my defense, that was the year you suddenly were, like….a man? I-I mean, something…happened, because suddenly you weren’t just a kid my age, you were, like, attractive. Which, like, how dare you, by the way? You were supposed to be my cute little bestie forever, but nooo, you had me helping you post thirst traps, and shopping for clothes you looked hot in, and like, what was I supposed to do? So yeah, I thought I was being painfully obvious and that you were just being kind. But no, you’re just an idiot, but like, I guess I was too—”

“I love you so bad,” Hwanwoong interrupts. “You were in….dude, since two years ago?”

“If you think you get to make fun of how long I’ve loved you when you sent me an email—”

“I’m not making fun of you, I’m, like, pissed,” Hwanwoong says, but he’s laughing. “Like, doing the math, connecting the dots, it’s…yeah, I think I’ve felt like this about you since then, too, which is dumb as hell. All that time, and we could’ve…”

“Ugh,” you say, emphatic, dropping your head back against the bed and glaring at the ceiling. All that pining for nothing.

“We…might be stupid,” Hwanwoong says, still snickering.

Hwanwoong is in love with you. Holy shit. You can’t stop grinning. “You, uh. Wow.” You turn over on your side and grab your laptop, which you’d left open to his email on your bed when you rushed to call him. You begin reading aloud. “‘So in the weirdest turn of events I didn’t see coming, I think I may be, like, really in love with you somehow’. You don’t say. You simp for me that bad, huh.”

“I—you—I don’t—” Hwanwoong starts, then sighs.

You laugh.

“Wait, wait, oh my god, is this why I caught you checking me out all the time?” Hwanwoong asks.

Now it’s your turn to splutter. “I—I didn’t—I wasn’t checking y…uh. Well. Maybe.”

Hwanwoong snickers. “Busted.”

You sigh. “How much longer are you away again? Semester’s almost over. It’s been, like, eighty-four years.”

“Um, lemme check,” he says, pausing for a few moments, and you can picture him lifting his phone from his ear and tapping over to his calendar. “….ugh. Another week and a half.”

“Ugh,” you agree. “Too long. You need to come home so I can go full Spanish Inquisition on you about this.”

“Same,” he says. “When are you getting your phone fixed? It’s been killing me this week not to talk to you like normal.”

“The appointment’s today,” you reassure him. “Should hopefully be back to normal by the time you wake up tomorrow.”

“Thank god,” he groans. “Never drop your phone in the washing machine again, dumbass. I have too many important things to say.”

“You’re always welcome to say them over email now, if you want,” you say, smirking, and Hwanwoong grumbles playfully while you laugh.

“Hey.”

Your roommate is in the doorway, looking freshly showered. “I’m leaving soon, I’m gonna need that back.”

You pout but nod. “I gotta go, ‘Woong, roomie needs the phone back.”

“Yeah, I should probably go to bed soon, anyway,” he says, then pauses. “I, um….”

You don’t prompt him, glad that he sounds as shy as you feel.

“…thanks. For not, you know, freaking out. Well, actually, you did freak out, but, like, not in the bad and annoying way.”

“Thanks a lot,” you groan, and he laughs again, the sound soft in a way that sits comfortably in your heart.

“I….I really do. Love you, that is. God, this is awkward.”

You’re grinning ear to ear. “Yeah, it is. It’ll get better with practice, I bet.”

You pause, then add, “I love you, too. Dumbass.”

“Gross,” your roommate says from the doorway, and apparently Hwanwoong can hear them, because he laughs at that, too, and the sound is so joyous. You miss him a lot, miss seeing how his eyes crinkle when he’s happy. You can’t wait for him to get home from abroad.

“I’ll text you when my phone gets fixed, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting. Tick tock.”

You smile.

“Love you,” he says again, and the way he says it makes warmth zip through you.

“Love you,” you breathe, meaning it, then hang up before you get too embarrassed.

Your roommate is smirking when you hand the phone back. “I’m glad my phone could help you two idiots finally figure it out.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, shoving their arm playfully before going to make coffee. A week and a half. How are you going to survive that long?

[pacifistcowboy]

lookin’ at pictures of silver the hedgehog as reference for a drawing but i just keep getting distracted ‘cus he’s so cute and i love him :]]]]]]

[funsizedcoffee]

finally hopping on the inktober bandwagon with the amazing prompts given by @aaytaro-gt the legend themselves

anyways this is late but this is for

day 5: dancing (ft. @herebegiants ‘s mr lynch)

[oreo-creampie]

𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! fluff, suggestiveness - talking about/hinting towards satoru fingering/eating you out but nothing happens, kissing, satoru fondly makes fun of you a lil, he also carries you around, collage au, collage student!reader, collage student!gojo

fey: I’m still gonna be on hiatus for a little longer but in the mean time have this fluff nugget inspired by my hubby

Satoru huffs and pokes your cheek till you swat his hand away. He flops on the bed next to you, the soft breeze and movement disturbing your carefully placed papers.

You whine “Satoru!”

“Sweet pie! You’ve been studying and working in that essay all day for the past three days please!” He throws his hand across his forehead, clutching his chest. “I beg of you feed me attention before I starve. I’m wilting away before you! How cold hearted can you be.” His eyes are with tears.

Tossing your throw blanket over him, “This should keep you warm.” You take you eyes off the screen to read the open text book next to you. Before referring to your notes then glancing back up at your computer screen.

He pops his head out from underneath the blanket with gasp. “No I’m not cold! You’re cold hearted!” He sits up and wraps his arms around you. “Please just an hour, we can order some food, take a shower get you out of your funky funk.” Pinching his nose and waving his hand in front of his face.

“You’re foul.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. “Like your armpits! Study starting break now! I your wonderful boyfriend refuse to let you be stinky.” He slowly closes the lid on the rough draft of your paper.“I’ll help you write some more after, if you don’t give your mind a break you’ll fry it and make it useless.” He kisses the top of your head.

“Let’s go lil’ stink!” He drags you off the bed, your feet dangle in the air as he holds you to his chest.

Squeezing you whilst you protest, “Hey you can’t steal that! I don’t wanna hear it from the one with the stanky attitude making me take a break for my health how dare you.” He carefully sets you down in the bathroom.

He waves a hand in your direction, “Yes yes, how dare I care for my beautiful girlfriend and rub her naked body down with my large soapy hands in a warm shower, that I as her perfect boyfriend know the temperature of.”

He lights some of the candles arranged around the bathroom. And starts the heater that he insists your bathroom needs. After not stepping into another cold bathroom after a hot shower you can understand why.

You rid yourself of your clothes, throwing them into the hamper. “Do you need to toot you own horn?” Relieving yourself then washing your hands.

Turning around and watching him strip. His arms flex as he pulls his black shirt off. His v line peeks out of his sweatpants, which he pushes down. Your gaze lingers on his soft cock and large balls before you glance up into his sparkling blue eyes.

He corners you against the counter, booping the tip of your nose with his long finger. “You’ve been neglecting me for days I might need to remind you what a awesome boyfriend I am! What if you’ve forgotten!” He pouts.

You slide your fingers through his soft silver white hair. Pulling him in, your lips close to his, “I could never forget, you won’t let me, but I suppose it’s part of your charm. I guess it’s kind of cute when you’re cocky.”

Satoru smirks into the slow passionate kiss he gives you. Lifting you up, reflexively you wrap your legs around his waist. It’s easy to forget everything when you’re kissing him. There is the safety of his arms, the sweet passion of his soft lips on yours.

When he breaks away Satoru suggests, “After our shower would it be too cruel of me to give my girl a happy ending? As some stress relief and reward for all her studying of course.” He massages your cheek. His large warm hand feels wonderful targeting your sore spots.

You softly groan, “Please! I don't know if I wanna ride your face, fingers or cock.”

“Why not all three one after another? I can suck on your pretty clit and let you cum on my fingers then I can fill you up.” He carries you into the warm shower, supporting you with one hand. Closing the curtain behind himself.

He stands underneath the warm water, steam billowing off it. “‘M sorry for not texting for three days, you know I’ve missed my amazing boyfriend, you’re just so talented at so many things like distracting me when I need to study.” He helps you onto your feet, placing your backside facing towards the rushing water.

He protests, “I can behave and help you study.” Pouring some of his favorite strawberry and sugar scented body wash onto his hand.

You close your eyes tilting your head back. Soaking your curls and letting the water wash over your face. The water melts away some of the tension building in your neck and shoulders.

You rub your right shoulder and winch whilst insisting, “You tell me that every time.” Turning around and stepping out of the water, closing your eyes. It’s relaxing knowing he’ll take care of you, from washing your body, to treating your curls to applying your face care.

Rubbing soap over your back and ass, leaving soapy white bubbles. He massages your shoulders whilst pleading his case, “Please lemme help you study! We have the same essay due and test to take. Our study sessions is how we got together I miss them.”

You softly sigh and cave in, “I miss them too, ok you win can stay, you’re too charming.”

He playful croons “I always win.” Kissing the top of your wet head. “You won't regret it I'll be the best study buddy!” You widely smile, the delight in Satoru’s voice is heartwarming.

[socksandbuttons]

DCA/TSAMS ARTFIGHT ATTACKS

All my tagging is gonna be underneath cause i have COMMENTS

First the mass Lunar Attack, listen this took a WHILE and my last attack took so long... had a lot of fun with posing and putting the chaarcter where i think they made sense in interacting. lots of fluff and tails! and there woulve been more if i had more time. left to right here also u can tell what the theme was

Umbra - @ocean-lunar ive drawn them before i think but theyre so funky sillyyy

Follower Lunar- @/ms.dawn on artfight, i was trying to decipher what the au was and then looked at the other characters and went AH. he chillin' safety on the cloud!!!

Evil (purple) Lunar - @galaxysugarr I APPRECIATE THE LIMITED PALETTE SO MUCH. i love his pose still gets some cloud sir.

Lunara - @starheirxero LISTEN I SAW THE DESIGN AND I LIKE TO GATHER THE LUNARS. loving the rags dvbkjd

Callisto (Lord Lunar) - @artyheartz I DEBATED ON EITHER UR EVIL BOY OR UR GOD originally hen i saw him wanted to draw him with his eclipse but dfkd anyway he prettyyyyyy <33

Lord Night - @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog ALSO remembering drawing him in my lunar files dhvs one of the aus ive seen since before the dawn of the new age. Look at him goooo i like the sublte stars in his cloak so coolll

Killcode Corrupted Lunar - @artoutoftheblue HI THE CONCEPT INTRIGUES ME LOOK AT HIMMMM fdbvkj twas on me list the moment i saw him!

God!Lunar @starays13 UR BOY IS THE ONE I SAW AND INFLUENCED WHY EVERYONES ON CLOUDS ad why i chose a whole mass attack (i saw cloud kingdom say no more, he vibing!!!)

And the last one is my Lord Lunar. bdjkfss dont worry about him. I had fun trying to finish this. i can also send yall the individuals of ur characters if u want!

And now continuing

Sunsettia and Gala @cinnamonnala BRUH U KNOWWWW U KNOWWWW, i enjoyed drawing sunsettia a lil too much but lord the patterns fvdjvs gala moments before next nap!!

Protocol @catspawcreates WE SHAKING HANDS ON KILLCODES ON ARTFIGHT!!! A fun guy to draw once u get going!! and i like the palette could do lineless with that!! stretchy magnetics boyo smooch Lord Bloodmoon @o-i-w-u HEY YOO COOL BEANS i liked drawing this one the style of lines being light remind me of that rythm ribbon game vribbon??? Either way cool design for a lord Bloodmoon!!

Tycho, (beaned) Bloodmoon, Meteor @garbagechocolate THE BACKGROUND... i scrapped my first draft thats a recreation. BUT UR BOYOS. Tycho is such a delightful guy and METEOR i dont see them enough but <33 darling. and classic bloodmoon even tho he small rn dont worry about that. Causes problems later. Starlight @/Solar_Eclipse on artfight - I SAW THE TEAL I SAW THE SASS I SAW THE GOLD. i was hi i love them. SHINE BRIGHT SUPERSTAR!!

Luna, Ballet Lunar - @nekojaf @senota-skulls BALLET LUNARS IN MY HOUSE??? I SAW THE PRINCESS TUTU OPPORTUNITY AND THEN TOOK IT it was fun drawing!!! love them mwah <33

Polaris, Eclipse @huskyliker - I SAW POLARIS ON INSTAGRAM BEFORE AND SEEING U ON ARTIFIGTH I HAD TO. and i leanred more, shes so sillyyyy <333 girl wins

Honey @/ClipseTheBean on artfight - ONE OF MY TRADITIONAL ATTACKS. Getting the values of my greys right was a task BUT BBY DBKCSJ THEY WERE SO CUTEEEE Enzo @/JitteryBuggie on artfight - More grey tones with that POP of puprle i loved drawing her and then dreaded lining gbvsks

Angel, Angel, and Angel Lunar! - Myboyo, @melodyartiez @simpalert THE MOMENT I WAS SCROLLING AND SEEING THIS I KNEW RIGHT AWAY. Angels everywhere o m g <33 theyre so cute tho i like that Angel was christmas vibed and Angel Lunar LIL DRESS/TUNIC?? fbdkcs perfecttt

ANYWAY THATS IT FOR THE DCA ONES see this is why all my commentary is under the readmore fbvhjs

i enjoyed a lot of the process with all these. and more confidence in simple background

Hope yall enjoyed artfight!! i did for my first year!

[hp-hcs]

🄼🄰🅂🅃🄴🅁🄻🄸🅂🅃

male, nonbinary, & gender-neutral readers x hp characters

NOT UP TO DATE!!!

requests: open! (RULES)

join the taglist!

Do you hate it when you find a fic that says “x reader” only for it to have she/her pronouns, as if it’s some inherent rule that only fem people read fanfiction? WELL DO I HAVE A BLOG FOR YOU.

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am i reorganizing my masterlist for the 10,000th time? yep! i’ve finally written enough that i need to break this down into tinier masterlists!

key: 🚹 = male reader ⚧️ = nonbinary reader 🚻 = gender-neutral reader

☣️ = yandere tw 💥 = violence tw ‼️ = homophobia/transphobia tw 🩸 = blood/gore tw 🧨 = implied sexual content/sexual innuendos ❤️‍🔥 = smut tw

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mattheo riddle masterlist

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theodore nott masterlist

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polyamorous/non-monogamous masterlist

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“Splinched” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹🩸

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“Pansy’s Brother” masterlist • theodore nott 🚹 ☣️ 💥

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“lipstick” masterlist • enzo berkshire and draco malfoy 🚻 ☣️ ❤️‍🔥

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“watercolors” masterlist • tom riddle 🚹

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“The Doll” masterlist • enzo berkshire, regulus black, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle, and blaise zabini 🚻 💥

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“phoenix tears” masterlist • riddle brothers 🚹 ‼️💥🩸

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draco malfoy:

the audacity, i can’t believe this 🚹

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enzo berkshire:

shut up 🚹☣️❤️‍🔥

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ron weasley:

love triangle 🚹

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neville longbottom:

mr. green thumb 🚻

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weasley twins:

common room confessions 🚹

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blaise zabini:

uniforms ⚧️

fiendfyre 🚹

yandere! blaise zabini headcanons 🚻

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narcissa malfoy:

yandere! mother! headcanons 🚻 ☣️💥

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riddle brothers:

June 🚻

crystal 🚻☣️💥 (referenced attempted S/A tw)

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pansy parkinson:

paralyzer 🚻

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viktor krum:

sibling rivalry 🚻

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slytherin boys hcs:

slytherin boys: gn! muggleborn! reader’s music taste is rather…unexpected 🚻

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random non-reader stories:

key:

❌= implied/referenced child abuse tw 🛑= graphic child abuse tw

“where have you been?”

molly weasley discovers the extent of the dursleys’ abuse ❌

the weasley family and their cinematic adventures

just some funky lil headcanons

Harry Potter and the Amount of Abuse He Suffered at the Hands of His Guardians That Doesn’t Get Mentioned Nearly Enough (aka LET THE POOR BOY BE TRAUMATIZED)

writing prompt: “…jegulus taking in teenage harry after he runs away from the dursleys” 🛑 ❌

untitled tomarry thingy (i just love them okay)

writing prompt: “Touch starved Tom / Voldemort” 🛑 ❌

two thousand words of pure marauders-raise-harry fluff

writing prompt: “regulus black becoming the best seeker ever and harry being his biggest fan and then he finds out that his dad use to date him and he tries (and plots with sirius) to get them back together just so he can call the regulus black his stepdad”

Children Don’t Belong in Cupboards (pt. 1/?)

synopsis: jily comes to the dursleys’ to get their son back 🛑 ❌

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[sunshinetoshi]

a solid pair

kuroo x reader (<1k words)

content (warnings): fluff

a/n: i was going to wait until kuroo’s bday to post this but i simply -cannot wait- it’s been a fat minute since i’ve written anything more than thoughts into my notes app so if this is bad i will pretend it’s not. self-confidence. also bless romcoms for making me rot for love once more.

“I have a question.”

“I have an answer.”

“What do you want for your birthday?”

His chest rumbles in soft laughter beneath you. He hums in thought before responding, “I’m going to give a kind-of answer because I already know you’re not going to settle with me saying I don’t need anything.”

You nod your head, “You’d be correct. Like give me ideas or a price range that makes you comfy. I have a couple different ideas but I wanted to ask you.” You sat up to give him a proper look in his eyes, “Just amuse me, it’s the first birthday we’re spending together and I want us to both be comfortable with how we celebrate. It’s unknown territory,” you hold a hand out to him like you’re making a deal, “help me out here.”

He grins before pushing your hand out of the way and engulfing you into a hug. “All right give me second.” He rubs small circles into your back. “Hm.. Don’t get me anything fancy, so definitely nothing expensive. But I don’t want to say anything specific. I want to be surprised. Helpful?”

“Just barely,” you huff in a faux dramatic tone, “But yes, helpful.”

“Hey, if you really want an honest answer you could get me a rock and I’d love it.”

“A rock.”

“Yes, a rock.”

“You joke a lot, you know.”

He shook his head, “I’m not joking around, I’d love it and I’d love it because it’s from you.”

———

“Socks?” Your friend stops in their tracks.

You nod without taking your eyes off of the displays you’re scanning, “Mhm, socks.”

“Please explain before I cast judgement.”

“We’re at the mall getting socks because he has said so many times he - quote unquote - loves funky socks. And he’s always wearing a different pair when I see him so why not add to the collection?”

“Funky how?”

“Funky like his favorite pair have cats on it. As in he prefers striped or polka dot socks over plain ones. As in he complains when he has to wear plain ones for fancy events.” You smile remembering the last big meeting he had and the little grumble Tetsurou made as he put his socks on.

“Aw, I guess that’s nice then. Okay you said there was a another part to your gift?”

“Yeah, and if you’re loving this side quest you’re gonna love the next - oh! These! He loves space and these lil guys are way cuter aliens than the other socks.” You hold up the pair for your friend and they laugh in disbelief.

———

You can’t help but join your friend in laughing at yourself.

“You look ridiculous!”

“I feel it too but I need to find a good one. Just stand watch and tell me if anyone’s coming.”

You continue your search, picking out select candidates when you realize after quite a while your friend is no longer giggling at you.

You turn you turn your head and look up at them. Their grin is wide. “What?” you ask, cracking a smile of your own.

“This is too cute.”

“What is?”

“You’re squatting like a kid looking for the perfect rock to give your boyfriend because he said he’d be happy even if you have him a rock for his birthday. You’re like a little penguin and it’s really really cute.”

You give a bashful smile and go back to searching for the perfect one.

———

“Did you get full?” Tetsurou gives your leg a gentle shake from the driver’s seat.

“I did.” You take in the smile on his face. “How’s your birthday so far?”

He shakes his head. “Oh man, a great day at work and a great evening with you with great food? Pretty great.” He gives a cheeky grin.

“Good,” you respond, satisfied with his answer. “But actually I have one more surprise,” you reach down to your jacket on the floor of the passenger seat - where you had been hiding his present.

You hold it out to him and expect him to giddily open it up. But he grabs it with care and takes it in. This was a softer smile than you usually see on him and when he turned to look at you you swear his eyes had a brighter twinkle.

“Thank you, really. I was serious, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m gonna treasure whatever is in this box.”

“See what’s inside first,” you give his hand a squeeze of your own before dropping it so he has both hands free.

He chuckles and begins to untie the ribbon of the box. “Dang,” he lifts the box up closer to the car light above him, “This is a nice box. This is present enough.” Back to his teasing self.

“Open it,” you laugh.

“Okay, okay, but I’m serious. I’m keeping this box. it’s fantastic.” He lifts the lid and after of beat of silence of him processing what he sees he lets out a deep laugh at the rock sitting in the box. “A rock?” He laughs again before looking at you, “I love it.” He lifts it to get a closer look, reading aloud the tiny letters you carefully (stressfully) wrote on one side of the rock.

Happy Birthday Tetsu ♡

He traces over the date and your name you also wrote. He rolls the rock in his hand, tossing it a couple times. “This is like the perfect shape too. You know what, I’m putting this on my desk, that way I can look at it everyday.” He smiles at it once more before reaches over and gives you a big warm hug, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggle before bringing his attention back to the box, “there’s more - just a little something.”

He lifts the piece of paper you used to separate the two parts of your gift.

“Socks!” He takes them out and looks at the design on both pairs. “Aw I love them! Hey these are great quality, they’re thick. Look at this one with the little aliens. And this one,” he lifts the other pair, “Is your aesthetic to a T.”

“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed in excitement.

He laughed at the outburst. “Then clearly,” he put each pair on either side of his face, “We’re the perfect pair.”

And maybe it was how he appreciated the small things. Maybe it was how his jokes, though corny, always made you smile. For reasons, emotions, beyond you, you decide then that yes - he’s the one.

hi!! given it’s been almost 2 years since i’ve written anything here i will no longer being doing taglists. ty for reading thooo <3

[jester-lover]

She's in Parties

Twisted wonderland characters with a goth girlfriend feat. Trey, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Rook, Silver, and Lilia cw- fem! reader, confident! reader, fluff, goth author freaks out about goth music, very long post

I notice how often the fanfic community focuses in on the clothing/makeup relating to the goth subculture, and while there will be a lot of that in this post, I want more people to experience the music. I left a goth song recommendation I think fits each character, from gothic metal to softer new wave. No gatekeeping here.

Trey

Trey is definitely not knowledgeable about the goth scene, he listened to a few songs here and there, and probably had a minor emo phase in middle school

He does however enjoy the slower more melancholic goth songs you play for him, or more sweet/romantic songs

Trey is usually the one keeping law and order in his dorm, so sometimes he likes having calming activities like baking and picnics to get away from it all

Having a goth girlfriend, someone who can really understand his perceivable struggle of mundanity, and bring a spark of excitement to his life is a gift he will always appreciate

He would love body mods, like tattoos, piercings etc

Tattoos especially if they have meanings behind them, he thinks they’re like stories on your skin

This man has no clothing comprehension (fedora), he straight up doesn't care what you're wearing 

He does however, really like when you wear funky jewelry, and leather jackets

Something is just so sweet about your caring attitude towards him, contrasting with your look that tends to terrify people

We would make you bat shaped cookies 100%

A song that you and Trey listen to together would be Ecstasy by Strawberry Switchblade

“Maybe if you pair the red leather pants with the fishnet top, it’ll match your makeup.”

Jade 

You might look like the dark, mysterious part of your relationship, but we all know that title goes to Jade

This boy is, unnerving to say the least, but you’ve always been a fan of strange things

He absolutely adores your aesthetic, even if you tone it down for school, or wear trad goth makeup every day, he’s obsessed

I feel like jade would enjoy gothic films, like The Crow, or Nosferatu, along with a long list of horror movies

“The movie itself is a bit overwhelming, but the plot is so delightfully dark, I think you would really like it dear.”

He probably does listen to goth music, more post punk and new wave type stuff, like The Cure, so a part of your music is not new to him

But he’d love to be introduced to more vibrant gothic music (it makes for a good hiking playlist)

He loves all types of gothic makeup on you, but especially enjoys 90s’ goth makeup, with tight black eyeliner, and burgundy red lipstick

Something about the simplicity of the style, along with the somber tone of the music you listen to makes Jade’s heart flutter (if he has one)

A song that would remind you of Jade is Heaven or Las Vegas by the Cocteau Twins

Floyd

He’s a lil creepy guy himself! You guys are two peas in a pod! 

Floyd loves having a goth girlfriend, the fashion, makeup, music and general aesthetic are right up his alley

We know our boy loves shoes, so he would absolutely adore it if you had a funky shoe collection, from tall and heavy platforms, to cute yet sharp winklepickers 

He would love loud gothic rock, extreme music hypes him up before a big game

I read in floyd’s wiki that he dislikes restraint, so the loudness and brashness of gothic rock would be something he really enjoys

In terms of fashion, Floyd is one of the few boys who would definitely allow you to give him a makeover 

Tease and gel his hair, layers of silk over fishnet and leather, you can really go all out

Be careful though, because he’s also the type to come running for hugs and kisses right when you've finished getting ready

Floyd thinks that the best looks on you are the ones that require layering, he loves seeing you look like a shapeless bat creature

His most favorite part about having you as a girlfriend is how easy it is to find you in the stands during a basketball game

Floyd definitely gives you some freaky fish nickname, like ‘anglerfish’ just because he’s a meanie like that

"Anglerfish! I found a sweater you'll love, Its got bats all over it!"

A song that Floyd would like is Head like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails

Jamil 

Jamil caught your eye due partially to his dancing skills, and his hair

I mean look at it, the boy is a walking shampoo commercial 

He really is clueless about goth music, you really have to keep him on the shallow side before throwing him off the deep end

“So, you like music about coffins and funerals then?”

He really does enjoy your aesthetic quite a bit, every time you come home from a day of shopping (at a thrift store most likely) he encourages you to give him a little fashion show

Kalim might have been mildly terrified the first time he saw you, but then he realized how happy you made Jamil, and accepted you!

Pre-overblot, he enjoys more angry, loud gothic rock, but after, he asks you to introduce him to some softer goth music

Jamil has always dreamed of giving his significant other a life full of joy, so sometimes he likes fantasizing about a future with you, and dancing to romantic goth songs

A song you and Jamil dance to is Heaven by The Cure 

Rook 

Ooolala a mysterious figure shrouded in darkness? He is intrigued

You definitely notice him, and you definitely ask him out first

(he swoons)

Rook is a perplexing character, he never really shows any interest towards your music, before suddenly turning up with a full playlist

Turns out, he’s been keeping track of the songs you mention in passing conversation and blast in your room

He loves you in long flowy black skirts, with full trad makeup, he thinks you look so beautiful

“Mon petit ange, you look absolutely breathtaking, villainous beauty like yours is dangerous!”

Rook is most definitely the of boy who goes out in the middle of the night with you for an impromptu photoshoot, or walk through a graveyard

You two have a very ‘Morticia and Gomez’ type relationship, considering just how obsessed this man is with you

He writes poems about you

Rook probably also adores romantic goth songs, especially the weirder ones

A song you two would listen to together is Temple of Love by the Sisters of Mercy

Lilia 

Scene bf x goth gf

Look at him and tell me he doesn’t avidly listen to My Chem? You can’t.

You two are two birds of a feather! (a crow’s most likely)

He absolutely adores your sense of fashion, and how it aligns with his own, just be aware that if you have any cool hoodies/jackets, he will steal them from you

Speaking of clothes, he loves any of them on you, especially bat-like clothes, like black shirts/dresses with long flowy sleeves and flared pants

“Hehehe we match in both clothing and personality!”

He also listens to goth music, and considering he’s ancient, he’s probably experienced some classic bands in concert 

Would love to share his most macabre stories with you, if you want to hear him ramble

Lilia is a fan of all genres of gothic music, especially the funky kinds of music often blasted in goth clubs

You two are very like minded individuals and that keeps you both very happy

A song you and Lilia would dance to is What’s Inside a Girl? By The Cramps

Silver 

He’s so soft for you

You just cause fear wherever you go, and Silver’s just there, softly smiling

He doesn't listen to loud music unless he’s trying his best to stay awake, but when he is trying to sleep, he prefers the more mellow stuff

“Do you have any really calming music I can listen to?”

He cares so very little about what you wear, but he likes you in velvet so you're soft to cuddle with

Silver cares a lot about you, so if he sees people making bad remarks about you, he’ll confront them, he’s scary when he’s mad

He enjoys watching gothic movies with you too, but might fall asleep mid movie

Since the Diasomnia uniform is all black, he gets a little kick out of matching with you

A song Silver and you listen to as you lounge about is Lorelai by the Cocteau Twins

Bonus! More alternative songs that remind me of the boys :)

Trey-  Linger by The Cranberries

Jade-  Nocturnal Me by Echo and the Bunnymen

Floyd-  Nasty by The Damned

Jamil- Kiss me, Son of God by They might be Giants

Rook- Gentlemen take Polaroids by Japan

Lilia-  Time by David Bowie

Silver- Sacrifice by London after Midnight

[frango-maconheiro]

wow, wow, interaction.

also, there's a stupid meaningless ramble i made out of this incredible petpeeve of mine with EW x reader stuff and it's just down the cut sggkjdfjkk (it's fr just me being extremely salty)

Anyway, hello!

Haha, my curious and lonely ass really thought it was a clever idea to read 'eddsworld x reader' content because it spawned in my timeline.... thinking that maaaybe they actually got good at it and made not too ooc stuff (this is heeeeaavily on matt content)

Now, i am profoundly remorseful of that choice because when i wrote this hours ago woth no wifi, i was arguing with the air.

Like, i won't lie on this. EW x reader.. They have evolved, a loooot since those 2017 fanfics (why were the x yn fics from eddsworld all copy-paste back then???) actually, it really surprised me because i definitely don't have the most cool memories of such fanfics,, Buuuuut, they still have that STUPID FAVORITISM. IT'S SO DAMN APPARENT. YOU THINK WE CAN'T SEE IT???

i get madder from down this line, especially since i was veery hungry when writing this. That's why you should always stay fed, keeps you slightly happier.

nhamnhamnhamm, writes aaall cool stuff for edd, tom 'n tord... maybe with an ooc here and there, but enough to ignore,, but matt? Matt gets so ooc, he can be mistaken for an oc if no name is given.

like,,, did.. did we watch the same dude on screen? i know he was pretty neglected in content, but cmon, what is that?? He's practically a romance repellent with his stupidity (said affectionately)

it's the same 'pipipipopopo just a sweet mama's boy' and 'ooo, he's sooo romantic, look at how much of gentleman he is compared to otheeeers' and 'whaao he so silly ::3 *treats him as if he weren't an adult character' and so much more, all in this weird stereotype

I guess i'm just disappointed,,, all because he just, idk, still feels downright boring compared to how the other 3 are written in these kind of fanfics even thought it's 2024 already and not still 2017-2020 (don't even get me started on the weird fixation on making yn extremely specific which fr also makes me crawl away like a wet cat from EW reader interactive content, they don't even put tags of the gender, aaaaaargh).

y'all definitely have more content of him to write than just the saturation of him painting your nails, or going shopping, or acting like he's the center of the world 24/7, or making him the pure lil' angel, or having his memory issues being downplayed as him acting 'so silly lil' silly', i assure you.

When i tell you i got so invested in this useless anger i mean that i got compelled into writing down a bunch of matt x reader to try and give that man a cooler image,,, and i don't even see him that way (nor any of the characters.) , but GOD ARGHHHV I NEED JUSTICE FOR HIM.

i might be just a lil' hot headed while writing this whole stuff, but this bro got stripped out of BOTH his classic and his modern funky personality in 99% of these fanfics and nobody bats an eye, like, ever, unless they're another fan of the character. Free my ginger rat, pleeeeaaaaseee.

I need any weirdo, edgy, funky, unusual, vampire, zombie(heavily on you zombie matt my beloved), slasher, funny, whack matt written content that is not only interactive BUT friendly to all readers...

i don't even care what Matt is written, modern, or classic. Both types have their own weirdo charm, and i am willing to analyze them for a nice oneshot or spitball post.... where you don't get to a restaurant/picnic and receives flowers and it ends like that, without any more depth of such cute cliche fluff it is, and leaving you like you just licked off the scraps of a dessert from a plate given to you, so damn hungry 'n wishing you had eaten an actual dessert instead of whatever that was.

[phlurrii]

I’ve been wondering. So, somehow the soon to be baby Flurry will be considered to have a birth defect in the form of his Supreme Tail, but how did he compare to Meau when they were a bab? Was Meau’s monster tail not as thick? Is it a weight distribution thing? (Like, for example, Meau’s being evenly distributed allowing for balance and future thwacking purposes, while Flurry’s might be heavier on the end and act more like a weight than a weapon…tho I guess he could shotput himself to safety with that set up) Or is it like a lack of muscle or lack of muscle control making moving or balancing the long tail extra difficult for the little fella?

Apart form this sparking my to draw baby Meau again, I’ll get into the technical stuff below the goofy goobers ;3

So, for Meau, she is technically the oldest of her siblings, Arceus made than all at the exact same time egg wise, but she popped out first. Now her and her siblings have a very clear difference. They are all giant dragon god looking beings… and she was this tiny lil fluff ball that had a lot of opinions and feelings about the world. Unlike her siblings who shared their dad’s more watered down ability to feel things.

Thus, when baby Meau was given the same chonky, thick tail as most of her brothers and father had… just longer and with this massive bulb at the end? She had many mews to pick with her dad. Arcues hadn’t exactly been super good at this whole creating life thing and accidentally gave each of his kids some funky body proportions and Meau’s happened to be this long, thick, far too heavy tail for a kitten.

So she resorted to kangaroo hoping, manually dragging it along, and fighting it until she both grew into the tail and built that strength in her rear muscles. Making it the deadly whip it is today!

Flurry, in turn, did not receive the benefit of Meau being able to make sure that gene did NOT pass on; and through an unlucky genetic lottery… being shiny didn’t exactly help. So his tail length about tripled, but with the added debuff of being INCREDIBLY fluffy. Thus adding a lot more unnecessary weight, despite the only defect being the length itself.

So while Meau actually had an uneven weight, with the base and bulb being the heaviest. Flurry has a completely even tail the whole way around, but… it’s just far too long to be practical and thus pools. It’ll take him a while time to both build enough muscle to move it and even long to master how to fly, walk, and exist with his body weight being doubled thanks to his tail.

[imaginehappyhavoc]

Heya! Could i ask for some headcanons of the thh boys with an ultimate crafter reader that likes making little trinkets for them? -🔥

A/N: Naww Crow!Reader!! (◠‿◠✿)

Pairing: thh boys x Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: N/A

Makoto Naegi:

♡ Oh, this makes him SO HAPPY.

♡ He’s the type to love absolutely anything homemade. Art, cooking, you name it.

♡ It’s honestly comedic how fast his face lights up when you say “I made something for you.”

♡ Just immediately the brightest smile he can manage, and all but running to see what it is this time.

♡ Sometimes he’ll even make you things in return! Though, it normally doesn’t come out as good as he’d like. His damned luck cycle gets in the way.

♡ He keeps everything you make him, no matter how much space it takes up.

Byakuya Togami (platonic):

♡ No one’s… ever done that for him before.

♡ He was raised to recognize an item’s worth by its price tag. Mainly because no one in his life actually cared enough to take time out of their day and make something for him.

♡ He’s honestly flabbergasted every time you do this tbh.

♡ He’ll just hold whatever you made in his hands, staring at it for a just a bit too long. It’s the only time you’ll ever see him speechless.

♡ You tell him it’s okay if he doesn’t want to keep it. He says he won’t.

♡ He does.

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

♡ Did you mean: Ultimate Hype Man?

♡ He’ll get a gift from you and he’s bolting to the common room of the dorms to show it off to everyone.

♡ Always something along the lines of “look at what my SUPER amazing, SUPER talented partner MADE for me!”

♡ He loves anything you have to give him, obviously, but especially if he doesn’t know what the fuck it is.

♡ The things he treasures most in the world are useless lil trinkets that look funky and cool. So if you like metalworking, he might marry you on the spot.

Leon Kuwata:

♡ He loves it so much he loves you so much and no he is totally not about to cry shut up-

♡ Leon is an unexpectedly emotional guy. He reacts to everything, especially positive things, with so much enthusiasm.

♡ So when you come up to him and sheepishly give him a small trinket you made for him, his “cool guy” front just melts.

♡ He’ll like. Hop. Just bounce in place like a really excited rabbit, because that’s basically what he is in this moment.

♡ He keeps it on him wherever he goes. Either he’ll fashion it into an add on for his chain necklace, or he’ll make use of one of his many pockets.

♡ Anytime someone asks about you, he’ll smile so wide and take it as an invitation to show them everything you’ve ever made for him.

Chihiro Fujisaki:

♡ Hugs. Just the tightest, most love-packed hugs you’ve ever experienced in your life.

♡ They try really hard not to cry, they really do, but they can’t help it. It just means so much to them that you would go out of your way to do that!

♡ They’ll ask you to teach them how to make stuff like what you make, so that they can return the favor.

♡ Whether you agree or not, Chihiro’s riding the high for the rest of the week.

♡ They go to class the next day and wait so impatiently for someone to ask about the new charm on their school bag so they have an excuse to ramble about you.

♡ Another person who will keep your trinkets with them all the time.

Mondo Owada:

♡ What a coincidence! He loves making things for you, too!

♡ Only difference is that, while you love to make small trinkets, Mondo likes to make larger, wooden trinkets.

♡ It’s a match made in heaven, honestly. Biweekly gift exchanges.

♡ When you give your gifts to him, it’s kinda like watching a big dog trying to play with a much smaller animal.

♡ He’s so excited, and he knows he has to be gentle, but it’s so hard for him to contain himself! He’ll hold it so gingerly so as not to break it, but every other part of his body’s wiggling because of how happy he is.

♡ He admires your craftsmanship so much, and he loves being able to see all your little design quirks in the things you make for him.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

♡ He will straight up cry, and he does not care how many people look at him weird because of it.

♡ It was rare that Taka received gifts at all, never mind gifts that were so personal!

♡ That was, until he met you.

♡ Any gift that you make for him by hand will be treasured so dearly, but especially things that are related to his interests.

♡ You once made him a keychain in the form of a teeny tiny Kendo sword. He kissed you for a solid ten minutes because he was so deeply moved by your affection for him.

♡ He insists on repaying you in some way for everything you make him, though he doesn’t quite know how.

♡ He settles on: anything you need, you get.

Hifumi Yamada (platonic):

♡ The crowd goes WILD.

♡ Of all people, Hifumi can appreciate handmade gifts. He’s given so many of them before, after all.

♡ He loves your trinkets so much that he actually— and stay with me here cause this is a doozy— takes down his figurines and puts your crafts up instead.

♡ Your classmates are convinced you just triggered The End Times because of that but whatever.

♡ He shows them off just as proudly, too.

♡ Like: “Hey, Yamada, what’s all that on your bookshelf?” “I’m SO glad you asked!” *pulls up a 300 page PowerPoint essay.

♡ In return, you get any art you want. Free of charge. You lucky dog.

[imawriternotamagican]

The problem (ie: not at all a problem actually) with PHM is it's so fucking perfect I can't even think of a fic that I need to read or write. It has everything I want- angst, fluff, no romance, Russians, strangers to friends, science, aliens, girlbosses, a funky, scared lil space dude that is Doug Eiffel-esque but smarter and action-movie levels of bizarre situations. It's beautiful. It's perfect. Everyone should read it.

[writerlyhabits]

Bed Rest

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: “Reader takes care of a sick Din send tweet ”

Warnings: mild language, pre-established relationship, helmetless Din but it's dark and technically no creed is broken, its just fluff. I did spell a Mando'a word funky, but that's cause he says it weird, just trust me on this one, kay?

AN: Okay.... this request has been sitting in my inbox for a hot minute and I'm so sorry, but every time I opened the doc all thoughts just left my brain and I couldn't make anything I liked. I know it's short, but I think keeping it short and sweet made this a lil easier.  @deceiverofgodss you're wonderful as always ty 💛 Thanks for requesting, I hope you all enjoy!

Din Djarin is a complicated man. 

There are many layers to him, both on the surface and buried behind the layers of his beskar armor. He’s clever, his brain moving faster than you could even comprehend to get your party through high-tension situations. He’s kind, offering his genuine thanks wherever he could, and – as you’d noticed on more than one occasion – tips generously where it is deserved. He has his hard edges, but there is a softness to him in his lingering touches at the small of your back, and when he cradles his foundling to his chest. 

But he’s also one of the most stubborn men you have ever met. 

As of late, he’d been sleeping for far longer than normal, had been partial to cranking the heat up at the inns, and you could hear his stuffy nose affecting his ability to speak – even through the helmet. Din was very clearly sick, or at the very least under the weather, but would he admit to it? Of course not. He powered through, acting like nothing was wrong. 

It was getting on your nerves. 

So you took matters into your own hands. 

“Love,” he whined, having traded your preferred mesh’la for one he could pronounce without hindrance from the blockage of his sinuses, which you kept commenting on and he kept ignoring. “Where did you put the tracker?” He was searching the front table – where he most definitely set it down beside his vambraces the night before – not looking over at you. 

“I haven’t seen it,” you feigned innocence, and you admittedly could have been a better actress, but in his state that was the last thing he would notice. Which was exactly why you had taken to hiding the fob in your hands behind your back. 

He couldn’t go on this hunt. If he didn’t run himself into the ground and make his symptoms worse, he would get himself killed trying to function despite of them. 

For a moment you thought you were going to get away with it, until the traitorous device beeped in your hands to remind you it was still working. Dank farrik. Your Mandalorian turned around steadily to face you, the intimidation of his dark visor lost on you because you knew he was avoiding making himself dizzy by moving his head too fast. 

Usually, this would become an unfair game. You would try to keep it close to your body, using every defense you had to fend him off, Din’s large strong frame being able to overpower you with little effort as you both laughed. Sick Din, however, simply sagged his shoulders in disappointment. 

“Please don’t make me take it from you, I can’t.” 

Sometimes it was so hard remembering just how human Din was underneath all of the beskar. Seeing him act just like any other man with a cold was refreshing. You just wished it also came with the usual desire to sit around and do nothing. 

“You can’t?” You repeated, eyebrows shot up on your forehead as you waited for him to hear what he was saying. “Din, if you can’t overpower me, how the hell do you think you’re going to be able to hunt down a bounty?” 

“It’s different, I won’t have to-” 

“Din.” Your firm tone had taken to sounding similar to his, even causing Grogu to look up at the two of you from his spot on the chair in the corner, and Din halted his argument. “You’re sick, you need to rest. If you don’t stop and take care of yourself, it’s only going to take longer before you can get back out there.” 

You let him sit with that reality for a second, watching as his visor turned to look at his green child across the room. You knew where his thoughts were going; the longer he couldn’t hunt, the longer it would take for him to provide for you all. The longer you kept Grogu cooped up in the shabby inn, and it was only a matter of time before you went out and took the bounty out yourself. 

You were not incapable by any means. In fact, he loved having you by his side in battle, the two of you being able to read the other as if by some ancient jedi mind trick. But he was fiercely protective, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the idea of sitting on the sidelines while you were on the hunt, unable to come to your rescue should you need it. 

All of this, you knew, went through his head as he turned back to you. You knew each other too well for his thoughts to be any kind of mystery to you, just as yours were second nature to him. Which meant that he knew you were prepared to fight him on this. 

So he sighed in defeat. 

“Fine.” 

“Good choice. Now take your armor off and get in bed.” 

“Mbesh’la, I don't think that’s-“

“Mbesh’la,” you taunted back, making fun of the way his congestion morphed the usually elegant word. You could practically hear his eye roll. “C’mon, I’m gonna get you soup from the shop downstairs. When I come back, I’ll help you out of the rest of it,” you finished sweetly. 

Din nodded in reply – a slow movement to avoid a headache – and you slipped the tracker into your pocket. Just to be safe. He made an attempt to start discarding his gear, gloved fingers fumbling with the clasps of his cloak now that they were free of his weapons. 

Before he struggled for long, you walked up and gingerly took his hands in yours, removing his leather gloves with a tenderness you rarely got to share with your Mandalorian. As you got the material over his large hands, you kissed his knuckles before reaching up to unfsaten the clasps he’d been struggling with, folding it across your arms when it released. You gave him a sweet smile, and placed one hand on the side of his helmet to bring it down towards you, leaving him with a keldabe kiss before you made your way out of the room. 

When you came back with the soup in hand – a large bowl for Din, and a small one for the foundling who never stopped eating – the room was dark, save for the oranges of the sunset outside peeking in through the cracks of the drapes. On the sizable bed in the middle of the room were your boys, Din cast in the shadows of the room as he laid on his side, and Grogu playing happily with his father’s helmet from his spot on top of the covers. Din’s hand was resting against the child’s back, and you just about melted at the sight. 

And then Din sneezed. 

At the very least, it amused the child, a laugh gurgling out of him at the ridiculous sound. It reminded you to keep moving, delivering the steaming bowls to a grateful Mandalorian, smiling at his quiet thanks. Only leaving them for a moment, you went into the fresher to run a cloth under hot water, bringing it back out to the shadow of a man tilting the edge of the bowl to his lips. 

Success. 

You made your way back to the side of the bed and began your usual dance, moving around him comfortably while never focusing on the patch of shadows where his face would be, trusting you not to find the features that may slip into the light while he was without his helmet. Your gaze landed on his dark curls, brushing them away from your peripherals to place the warm towel to his forehead, pleased with the quiet groan that left his body. 

“Keep this here until it gets cold. It’ll help you keep warm,” you instructed, pressing a kiss to his temple before you turned to walk away. The hand not supporting his soup reached for yours before you could get far, squeezing your hand as he found his words. 

“Could be warmer… There’s room for you to join us,” he offered, as close to a formal request as you would be getting out of him in this state. It brought a soft smile to your face as you looked down at your hands, woven together in his attempt to keep you close. 

You squeezed his hand with a promise to be right back, following his lead and changing into softer clothes more suitable for the sauna that was waiting for you under the covers. While you were up you tidied up the small space a little, stalling to let the other two finish their soups, smiling to yourself when you watched Grogu climb up into his fathers arms as the empty bowls were placed to the side. 

Coming back to them, you crawled into bed behind Din, wrapping your arms around his chest as you nuzzled into the muscular planes of his back. You listened to his breathing, his strong and steady breaths unaffected by his condition, and his heartbeat thumping in his chest. When his breathing relaxed, the tension in his limbs went right along with it, and only then were you able to follow him to sleep. Your Mandalorian could rest, giving his body the time it needed to recover. And you would enjoy every quiet, laidback moment it brought you and your little family.

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