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genuinely cannot get over how beautiful corey is in person oh my god
#i was staring like a fool the entire time................#his eyes???? oh my god?? đđđđđ#i need a moment to just. woah. wowwwqaawawaowowwowwoqwoawaowowqoaowaowowoqoawoah#his angles....his angles r so good.....oh my gosh his angles....#he showed us one of his neck tattoos at one point đł
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Hung!R and Lucy are hiking along and R touches some weird plant or bitten by a weird animal, and it makes R painfully erect and bigger than normal. Lucy has to help relieve R by making him cum several times, maybe with some special cure (that's basically lotion she has to rub on his dick)

Lucy maclean x male reader
âAre you sure we aren't lost?â You ask Lucy who's confidently walking ahead of you through the forest.
âY/N I told you I know exactly where I'm going,â she says over her shoulder.
âAre you sure? I'm pretty sure we passed this tree an hour ago,â you reply, seeing a tree with a mark carved into it that you recognized from before.
âCome on mister downer, this way,â she says pushing apart a bush taking you to a new path.
âOw! What the hell was that!â You yell when you step through the bush, gripping your arm when you feel something cut your skin.
Lucy immediately stops and inspects your arm, a little blood dripping from it, âlooks like that spiky plant cut you, you'll be okay.â
She pulls her first aid kit out of her backpack and quickly cleans you up so you can continue on your journey.
It's been maybe half an hour since you were cut and your body was starting to tingle in a way you didn't understand.
âCan we stop for a minute? I'm not feeling so good,â you say and when Lucy turns around she sees something unexpected.
âOh my gosh,â she blurts out, staring at the lower half of your body.
âWhat? What's wrong?â You say panicking and looking down not knowing what to expect but then you see it too, an erection creating a huge bulge in your pants.
You cover yourself with your hands not sure why this is happening or why you didn't feel yourself getting hard.
âAre you okay Y/N?â Lucy asks.
âI-I didn't mean too I swear,â you tell her, âI think it was that stupid plant!â
âHow did that plant give you an erection?â She giggles.
âI don't know it must have been mutated or something but it hurts,â you say as your erection grows more painful.
âDo you want me to take care of it for you?â
âHow? I don't think there's anything in your first aid kit for this.â
âLike this,â she grins, sinking down to her knees in front of you.
Your eyes go wide as she undoes your pants, taking your rock hard cock out, sure you've had sex with her a few times but you were right out in the open now, vulnerable to whoever or whatever passed by.
âGolly it's even bigger than before,â she says wrapping her hand around it and stroking you.
You instantly feel some relief from her touch and let out a low groan.
âIs this helping?â She smiles.
âGod yes,â you grunt.
Lucy moves her hand slowly up and down your cock, feeling it throb in her palm.
You can't help the moan that comes out when she takes you in her mouth, this she had never done before.
âOh fuck Lucy,â you say tangling your hand in her hair as she sloppily bobs her head along your cock.
Eventually she finds a nice steady movement with her hand gripping the base of your cock.
You moan when you cum in her mouth, Lucy doing her best to swallow but has to spit some of it out when she frees you from her lips.
âThat was fun,â she chuckles, wiping away some cum dribbling down her chin with the sleeve of her jumpsuit, âdo you feel better?â
You look down to see your cock is still incredibly hard and huff in frustration, âwhy didn't that work?â
âMaybe you need to ejaculate again? Would you like to have sex?â She says unzipping her jump suit to reveal her bra.
You eagerly nod and look around at your surroundings, âover here,â you say taking her hand and guiding her to a nearby tree that you can push her up against and kiss her deeply.
She shrugs her jumpsuit off her shoulders, pushing it down her waist and around her ankles while you kiss and nip at her neck.
It's an awkward angle but when your pants hit the ground you ease your cock inside her, Lucy moaning as you start thrusting your hips with the tree bark scratching at her back.
You soon cum a second time but you're still fully erect so you just keep thrusting, Lucy grasping at your shoulders as she whimpers and sighs.
You palm at her chest over her bra, Lucy reaching a hand down to rub at her clit.
Hitting the right spot inside her she cums around your cock, moaning loudly.
Hearing her sweet moans takes you over the edge for the third time as you ride out your highs together.
This time you finally feel your cock begin to soften, pulling out of her to find you're now flaccid.
âOh thank God, I don't think I could take anymore,â you say totally out of breath.
âMe too, I'm starving,â Lucy chuckles, pulling her jumpsuit back on.
You stuff your cock back in your pants, âthe sun is going to set soon, we should find somewhere to set up camp for the night and I'll make dinner.â
âSounds good, just don't go touching any plants okay,â she teases.
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You will do a character/personality analysis of Shinomori, Banjo and En?
I already did some analyses of these guys, but I think I'm gonna put down this masterlist of what I can pull off the top of my head so far
In relation to posts I made, got asked about, or reblogs about the vestiges and analysis/reading comprehension, from what I can remember,
(Edit: this is a list I'm updating as time goes. Does not include the AFO posts I make [I also like that guy])
En being a product of the time he grew up in
En being cut in half by AFO and not OFA
This ask about if I think En has an anxiety disorder
En and Shinomori's vol 41 illustrations
Shinomori being cute and also some character stuff
Shinomori and Hood should've been the same person
Shinomori was a weirdo
Shinomori and Bruce can be related (appearance and similar character/habits)
This ask about Shinomori being Bruce's nephew
Banjo is a Vigilante, not a Pro Hero
Banjo is where AFO realized taking OFA needed more
Banjo word vomit from an ask asking if he wears a clown mask over his problems
Kudo's really kind
Kudo and Lady Nagant
(Extra point to Kudo-Nagant parallels- THEIR QUIRKS. When they used them, they shot bullets FROM THEIR ARMS and could make the bullet go WHERE THEY WANTED. Nagant by skill, Kudo by Ability)
Kudo, OFA, and "San-San-Kudo" symbolism
Kudo and Bakugo look alike
Kudo and Bakugo resemble each other in s7 too
Kudo and Bruce have eyebags
Kudo smiles like a muppet
Kudo makes funny expressions
Kudo is so short he tucks his pants in
The temptation to write about Kudo knowing nothing about babies and getting one thrown on him in the Resistance era + opening paragraphs
AFO hating Kudo while also being scared shitless
Me over a Kudo cameo
How Kudo fell when Yoichi died, and Kudo and Bruce's different reactions
The foreshadowing of why AFO can't hate strongly, with reference to Kudo
Just a mention in tags about what if Kudo was AFO's soulmate in a Soulmate AU
The Resistance were squatters
Me realizing Kudo's anti-AFO group is actually nameless
Bruce is hot but also has great character
This ask about Bruce's smile
The contrast between the only two times we see Bruce smile (as of ch 424)
Baby u r my angel (Bruce) + tags about being in Bruce's shoes
Some pics of Bruce at bad angles (+ he got the Ojiro treatment)
Me in the tags over Bruce fanart
Why Yoichi can be considered the older twin
Me in the tags when Yoichi shows up as a vestige in s7 ep 12
Some Yoichi-Midoriya parallels
AFO seeing Yoichi in Mineta of all people
Me mentioning people should consider Yoichi, AFO, and their mom in a red light district AU setting
3 reasons for why All Might couldn't find information on the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce)
Me going buckwild over a Yoichi and Kudo gif and breaking tag containment
Yoichi + Kudo to Midoriya + Bakugo parallels in the [holding out a hand] scenes
Even as a vestige, Yoichi couldn't look AFO in the eye until Kudo was with Yoichi
The first Three's appearances in s7 ep 13
S7 ep 13 and Midoriya punches AFO with the power of rainbows, right after Yoichi and Kudo appear
*COUGH* Kudo Yoichi Bruce dynamic reblog *COUGH*
Me in the tags looking for rare content about the first Three
Me in the tags over the parallels of Orpheus and Eurydice, to Yoichi, AFO, and Kudo
Me asking if OC-centric fics exist, set in the times of vestiges
Chronological events based off AFO's chase of the past vestiges
Why OFA users are good bases for High-Ends
When the vestiges are smiling without any stressors. Just. Smiling. Oh my gosh-
A point in this post about how determination to beat AFO was what remained of the vestiges
Reblog of post that showed Bruce was crying when he fought AFO
Reblog of a post where Midoriya manages to kill 7 dead people (the vestiges)
Me in the tags wishing Ultra Analysis had pages of the other vestiges
Me in the tags about Horikoshi having detailed backstories for the vestiges and not giving them
Me in the tags over Kudo, Bruce, Mamamight, and AFO's full and real names
Google translate of some lore relating to Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce, Shinomori, and Banjo
My pinned post, which involves a masterlist for my BNHA OC fic stuff (all involve the vestiges, and set in their time periods)
#im not making posts about characters because others ask me to#i just wake up and go [KUDO IS A NICE GUY AND PPL SHOULD KNOW THAT TODAY]#i dont take requests. they make me avoid the character more actually#reasons were already posted in an ask about fic stuff but it boils down to#1. ppl ask for more stuff all the time and come off ungrateful 2. PPL DONT STOP STEALING MY STUFF#its been almost 10 years straight of that so nope. i dont take requests and im not gonna apologize for that#bnha#mha#ask#spoilers#masterlist#kinda#idk#hikage shinomori#en tayutai#yoichi shigaraki#kudo#bruce#banjo daigoro#nana shimura#izuku midoriya#ofa#one for all#boku no hero academia#my hero academia
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Mothman's Buffy rewatch: Season 3, episodes 3 and 4, "Beauty and the Beasts" and "Homecoming"
Beauty and the Beasts
Lmao is she reading to Oz
Xander's turn!!
I do not understand the Monty reference
Xander don't fall asleep on the job (this reminds me of Mike from getting FNAF movie)
I love when the intro spoils part of the episode (I just saw Xander getting attacked by werewolf Oz)
Yo Scott!!
Damn did Oz kill a man
Angry Giles
Poor Oz :( it must feel awful
Who is this guidance counselor man
"You can fight demons" I think she knows that
Oz is so straightforward I love him
What the fuck wild animal Angel
My dad called him Angle
Is the theme of this episode feral boyfriends
Ouchie Faith's fist probably hurts
Ok a hell torture dimension is a bit much even for someone who doesn't like Angel
Aw Scott is kind of sweet. I don't think he's interesting enough to date Buffy long term but he's fine
IM SORRY ITS SO SILLY WATCHING THIS GROWN ASS MAN ACTING LIKE AN ANIMAL
Buffy pouring his heart out to a corpse. Rough đ
Is the boyfriend on magic drugs?
Ah what the hell what's his face doing
Oh shit I feel so bad for Debbie she's in an abusive relationship and she can't leave
Allegory for boyfriends who get violent when drunk huh
"You know you shouldn't make me mad" walk into traffic
Oh now she has to comfort HIM. Kill this man with hammers âď¸âď¸đŁđŁ
Oz is clear yippee
Omg jazz band mentioned!!! (I used to do jazz band)
Oz should rip him apart fr
"He does love me" :(
His werewolf form reminds me more of a monkey
Got Giles in the behind
I hope this man dies horribly (I don't remember his name)
Did Debbie die? If she did ill cry she didn't deserve that abuse only to not be freed
WILLOW GRABBED HIM BY HIS PATHETIC LITTLE TAIL IM CRYING
Got all the monster boyfriends fighting each other lmao
Angel's back yippee(?)
Cordelia believing the birth control story I'm crying
Buffy poet???
I googled it Debbie did die :(
Homecoming
I like Buffy's hair
Oh she gave Angel a shirt! He's still not buttoning it up but progress
"They wouldn't understand that you're better" why not? Why wouldn't they that's not a wild thing to believe, Buffy already told them that Angelus was back to Angel before he got stabbed đđ
Angel whipping his head around when he finds out she's dating someone
SCOTT BROKE UP
Who are these people watching Buffy
Is this the Slayerfest episode?
This guy is obsessed with cleanliness but he is also very threatening. I do not care for this representation
I love the picture montages it really shows off their personalities
Xander is definitely giving lesbian fetishier with that comment. That being said, Fuffy is a good ship
Simply take each other to the dance Buffy and Faith
Ouch her favourite teacher doesn't recognize her
Awaken the prom queen within âď¸âď¸
Silly yellow guy with spikes like a stegosaurus
I thought the cowboy vampires died is this a new one
WILLOWS DRESS IS SO PRETTY
I thought Willow and Xander were going to kiss for a sec please don't do that
NOOO THEY DID KISS FUCK
Willow you're better than this (Xander you're not)
Buffy gets abandoned
What the hell did he get pull out of his arms
"I'm a rabid dog who should be shot" đ
Buffy guilt tripping Willow I'm crying
Dad says there was a deep cut star trek reference in this episode but I don't get it
Cordelia what the fuck "I have two parents, unlike some people"
DONT FUCKING KISS AGAIN IM KILLING YOU WITH HAMMERS
They put Buffy and Cordelia in time out
The car driver putting in earbuds. Unsafe driving he's gonna crash
Ouch singing the song he wrote for Willow right after she cheated on him
She threw the fucking bear trap at him I'm gonna cry
Oh my gosh Faith fucking over Scott to get revenge for Buffy I love her
Willow I love you but I cannot defend the cheating you need to fess up to Oz
"He grows on you like a chia pet"
Buffy opening her heart I hope she gets prom queen. It makes sense she'd feel that way since she's likely to die young
"Cordelia, the spatula"
Rip that yellow bastard
I was wondering how those two vampires got invited in and then I remembered it's a public school
THEY KILLED HIS WIFE IN FRONT OF HIM SJDBDJ
Cordelia bullying the vampire I'm crying
Why did they let him live
They got trackered rip bozo
Trick guy gets hired by the mayor
Oh it's both of them
NEVERMIND ITS TWO RANDOMS I'M CRYING
#mothman's buffy rewatch#buffy the vampire slayer#btvs#buffy summers#willow rosenberg#rupert giles#xander harris#faith lehane#angel btvs#oz btvs
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so. I did end up drawing some of the soulmate glimpses that were in midoriyas route and u know I had to draw the multi dimensional bf FIRST. I feel guilty after putting him through 8 routes of pining so he gets special privileges lolol( I will reread ur route soon shinsou I PROMISEEEEEđđđ). Talked about how he breaks my heart every time he shows up last ask so I will spare u the details on it this time. But omg (proceeds to not spare any details) .. the guilt I feel knowing he feels the EXACT . SAME . WAY . EVERY ROUTE makes his presence in the fic like the stereotypical dead wife that appears at the beginning of the movie that the main character spends the entire film trying to heal and move on so they can get with the love interest. He really is like The Boyfriend TM.
anywayyyyy. I did really like drawing him , he just comes so easily to draw for me + a great experience because I love drawing shinsou with messy hair, one of lifeâs many treats !! He has all that hair for a reasonâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ. Also wanted to practice more with a close up angle so that the more explicit details are like, merely implied lolol(started drawing bkgs and I have to leave like,, the implied imprint of legs around his head itâs HARD đđđ) but hopefully itâs tastefully vague enough!
I really do love him so so much. Like anytime he appears in any route he is just. So kind. So attentive. Good lord. The man that u r soulmate troupe shinsouâŚ..I hope you enjoy him !!! and his wet rag expression (+ the neito snippet in the corner!)
(Also will I redraw that one image I sent you of the penguins of Madagascar with bkg/reader/midoriya? Maybe? maybeâŚâŚlolol )

oh he is loverboy loverboy!!! he's sooooo pathetic!!! he's sooooo dreamy!!! our boyfriend!!! our ulitimate boyfriend!!!! his hair looks soooooo soft and yankable, wow. the HAIR the BLUSH the TEARDROP the SADNESS ohhhh what a perfect little guy. gosh if someone muttered that into my neck like he does, i'd fucking explode. i wouldn't be able to proceed with the social interaction. [also lol i love that reader's back is to us, bc that lets us imagine our individual boob sizes lololol. masterful.] and yeah this is vague enough to be tasteful!!! i'd love it even if it weren't tasteful lol, but i think you achieved what you were going for!!!!! he's my favourite dead wife :)
and neito is already looking goooooood đđđ and lololol feel no pressure to redraw the meme if you don't want to!!!! but it would be really funny lol i LOVE them..... and goshhhhhh i love your art soooo much; it really makes me think about silly little details i put in in a different light, so it adds another element of fun for me :) GOSH you're so cool and talented and, again, very VERY kind. i love this so much!!! i'm never getting over it or him!!!!! thank youuuuuuuuuu!!!!! xx.
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hiii (â§â˝âŚ)/, sorry for bothering you i just aaa, im normally a silent reader type (bc talking to ppl makes me anxious) but smth bout that last chapter got me like akjsdhfakjsflh (im def gonna like regret this later when im overthinking b4 bed lmao)
ÎŁ(°ă°)I was NOT expecting that to happen at all like the plot twist ajsdfhasljkfa, i was so ready to cry my heart out for that angst T^T </3 (i'm srry but i love angst sm, like. it just hits different ya know?) and omg bentley's call for help,,, when jason's life was in the hands of the joker ajsdfhkjasdhfka
ŕś amongus askjdfhasjf im so srry, the game's ruined the word imposter for me lol u got me imagining scenarios n shii bro (â â>â â˝ â<â â) bro, jason being the first one to find bentley and trying to save bentley bc no one saved him</3 and he's trying and trying to put pressure on bentley's wounds but blood is still like pouring out, bentley slowly losing conciousness. jason telling bentley to focus on him bc he's not going to die today and he's trying to keep bentley awake (âĽďšâĽ) telling bentley that help is coming soon, that he's going to be okay, and maybe having a conversation to try and keep bentley awake
brooo i could see like that one meme when batman finds them bentley: was i a good son? bruce: no. bruce: you were the best :,)
and like bentley dying in his arms w a smile on his face because's he's finally found his found family and has people that love him for once in his life bruce losing another son and him feeling like a failure of a father for not protecting bentley :< but i could also see him having like a dilemma w like bentley breaking his one rule: no killing even though that's what saved everyone in the end and like the loss of another son and he doesn't know what to feel (b isn't v good w dealing w his emotions)
aaa and after bentley's death, dick hides his emotions behind a mask, trying to cheer up everyone one (㣠áľâĄáľ)㣠and like making the atmosphere less sadge :( bc he feels like that's what bentley would have wanted(?) bc he's always looking out for the fam and trying to make things better? srry i suck at explaing aaa
then damien, oh damien, just right after they fixed things between them :( i feel like his griefing process = anger. he's just a little bottle of anger that's filled to the very top and any little thing sets him off. he's angry at himself, he's angry at black and white hair mans, he's angry at like,,, everything ă˝( `д´*)ă
:( timmy going through like shock, denial(?maybe), anger, depression and goes into a state where he's neglecting his health because he's so focused on avenging bentley's death by trying to find everyone responsible and putting them behind bars
srry for bothering u. gosh, i just. i love ur writing sm, the way u write,,, like it's so, i can practically see the scenes happening in my mind. i reread both books twice while waiting for chap 43 to drop lol
(ďž>Ď<)ďž :・シ::シďžââ
,・シ::シďžââI hope u have a great day/night! and that both sides of ur pillow r cold, ur charger to work at every single angle, and never ever stub your toe again<3 ( ´ â `)ăď˝ âĄ [hope this didn't sound/look too cringe. i luv emoticons lol >:3]
omg this made me so happyđĽšđĽšđĽšđĽš I canât even. I love how you talked about the family after Bentleyâs deathđ
thank you so much for your love and support it means the absolute world, also donât be afraid to talk to me haha! Iâm about as scary as a marshmallow lmao
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BALLOON ANIMAL ARTIST JK I JUST FEEL LIKE HE WOULD BE REALLY GOOD AT IT AND MAKE YOU A FLOWER THEN ASK YOU ON A DATE
baby i love u and your big sexy brain <3 welcome to waikiki meets hospital playlist dynamic ft. balloon artist!jk
âwhoâs a good baby? is it you? iS IT YOU????â
youâd be the first one to admit that you had an exhausting horrible night
being a nurse sUCKS the life out of you and as much as itâs fulfilling, you almost always feel the urge to admit yourself to the ER for being extremely fatigued
itâs all worth it!! it should be
after all, paying for a mansion in an exclusive village and sharing it with your friends doeS warrant some elbow grease
seokjin works in wall street and sometimes he comes home crying but itâs okay because you do have an expensive fridge that everyone worked overtime for <3
hoseokâs a veterinary assistant and is your trusty friend who always sends in pictures of the animals that come in to cheer you up while at work
namjoonâs a painter by passion and accountant by profession!! he does only come out with a few pieces at a time but mAN does it rake in the money
jiminâs a flight attendant and does everyone the pleasure of securing either free or discounted tickets, and bringing home unused airline towels to dry off the dishes!!
lastly, taehyungâs someone you can call a former trustfund baby or somewhat :O the last big chunk of money he spent from his fund was the downpayment and security deposit for this mansion!!!
itâs a long story and heâs currently all over the place but heâs finding regular jobs!! his latest gig was working at a high-end ice cream place but he immediately quit once he learned that he needed to put his back into it and not just scoop up ice cream like he did in his dreams :((
most importantly, taehyung has a baby :-)
heâs a dad!! a single one at that
itâs truly a LONG story but the bottomline is that he has nabi, his cutest little dumpling!! and he has all of you, his friends who didnât hesitate to step up as nabiâs parents in a way too even if he didnât ask any of you
you all love the chunky monkey so much that youâve all taken the liberty to call him your baby at times and tae doesnât even mind!! nabiâs so lucky (he hopes) to have him as a dad and his friends as his cool uncles and aunt
nevertheless, you indeed had a bad night working the night shift and came home to nabiâs birthday party just in time!! :D
he turned two years old at midnight and even if you werenât physically present at the mansion like the guys were (they requested their leaves two months earlier) because of being understaffed, you were able to see him and tae blow out multiple cakes that each one bought him
seeing him giggle at your arms just by doing the bare minimum makes you full already <3
all your exhaustion is melted away because itâs your favorite toddlerâs birthday party!! the party that you all insisted on shelling out for that made tae almost cry bc of how much you all love his son
âjimin i am not sewing your forehead up when you end up falling in the wrong angle,â you roll your eyes at him whoâs currently doing backflips in the bouncy house that managed to fit in the mansion
âhoseok can!!â he yells back and backflips twice in a row, much to the actual childrenâs amusement and your worry
âi will NOT stitch you up! the thread i have is for the pregnant dogs only!!!â
everyoneâs entertaining guests left and right, including taehyung whoâs the dad of the little man of the hour :D
he keeps pointing at nabi whoâs currently in your arms every ten seconds and itâs now your job to make him giggle every single time to wave at the people
âwhat do you want, monkey? do you want some ice cream? i wonât tell your dad,â you eagerly ask the wide-eyed baby in your arms, pointing at the ice cream cart that namjoon probably ordered
âno thank you!â nabi cutely aND politely declines, his head shaking no and his speech and pronunciation getting clearer day by day
most of the time though he says it like tHANK YEWWWW and you would immediately grin every time because itâs the cutest thing ever
âhmm, look at that!! face painting!! do you want some butterflies?â
you point at yet another station that you guess seokjin arranged, knowing that at some point into this party, heâd all drag you in here to get matching marks or something lol
nabi once again declines, his eyes searching around that makes you do the same on what you could do to entertain him
he has the same habit down like taehyung and loudly gASPS, pointing his finger and almost shrieking in excitement
âbawoo â balloon!!! balloon!!!â
:O
it is now your life purpose to walk as fast as you could to this balloon station with nabi bouncing up and down your arm in excitement
jungkookâs having the time of his life here :D
normally heâs mostly called in the holiday season and occasionally at big birthday parties (the one where like two sides of the family share every babyâs first birthday party lmao) throughout the year!!
but heâs never had a client who requested him for a singular birthday party!! let alone at a hOUSE
ok maybe that was an understatement
he means a mansion
if heâs being quite honest, the mr. park jimin he spoke to on the phone sounded too kind that he just mistakened him for a party planner or something
he immediately said yes because he had no on-site bookings for that day, or even the week perhaps, and expected to stroll into a carnival in the middle of an executive village
aha :D jungkook is wrong :D
jimin met him by the front door wherein a lot of people are already crossing paths such as catering and not to mention the bouncy house you cANâT miss, and just briefly touched in on the situation
âoh no, iâm not the dad, man â but thanks!! iâm his uncle. nabiâs dad is my friend, taehyung. and me and my friends, including taehyung, all live here. weâre all like family, basically.â
jungkook saw the other stations invited and he expected that his would have less children yâknow?? bouncy house, ice cream station, facepainting, hotdog cart aND magic show???? yeah <3
but god is he wrong
the children are in a single-file line for hIM and his balloon artistry!!! the requests range from pretzels to pirate hats to chandeliers with the bulbs as smiley faces!!!
heâs managed to do all of them so far and heâs now made a decent dent on the line of children waiting for him
jungkook is a happy and content balloon artist :D
âEXCUSE ME! BIRTHDAY BOY COMING THROUGH!!â
oh my god what was that
youâre walking at full-speed and holler out, making sure to emphasize birthday boy because nuh-uh you and nabi will nOT line up for his own party <3 thank you very much
the children coo and the older kids coax the other ones to make way for the both of you to the front of the line, immediately plopping to a mini chair in front of the guy
âhiiii!!â
nabi drawls politely and waves his hand, making you do the same
âwhat a cute little thing,â the guy in front of you coos and itâs his voice that perhaps makes you melt a little, just seeing the top of his hair for now because heâs crouching down to be eye-level with nabi, âwhat can i do for you, little buddy?â
he toothily grins and straightens his posture, raising his eyes to look at whoâs holding nabi in place and-
???????????????????
jungkook literally stops breathing for a second
âh-hi!! what can i do for you today?â jungkook squeaks, his eyes even more wide and curious to look at the prettiest girl heâs ever seen in his life
youâre sure that you were gonna stammer once you open your mouth so you donât at all, instead focusing on nabi whoâs on your lap
âwhat do you want, monkey?â
ânabi please! i want nABI!!! nabi nabi nabiiiiiiiiii-â
âyes. he wants nabi, please.â
jungkook nods fervently, his hands about to pluck ballons from his kit before he realizes to ask
âdoes he want his face? or like, his name? what colors do you want, bud?â
heâs not the least bit bothered at the choices in his head because youâre widening your eyes on what could this guy dO with just balloons, knowing to yourself that even pumping one is difficult work already
âoh! he wants nabi,â you clarify and jungkook tilts his head, mouth slightly agape at to what youâre trying to get at, âbutterfly, i mean. nabi knows that his name means butterfly and he likes them a lot! donât you, monkey?â
nabi nods so hard that it almost gives him a headache and jungkook wants to facepalm himself to the grave
âr-right! why didnât i think of that?? because nabi means.... nabi....... right!! sorry, oh my god. o-oh! i meant oh my gosh. i uhm-...â
heâs a mess and he knows it, letting his hands take over and grab the same theme colors of blue and lavender from his bag to start on his work
kook tries not to lift his head up ever so often because youâd find him out instantly that heâs looking at you
so what he does instead is peer and coo at nabi every few seconds and tHEN look up at you because you also giggle whenever he giggles
heâs probably feeling pressure with the way your eyes are set on him too and what heâs doing that he pOPS a balloon right with his hands
âsorry, sorry! did i spook you?â
jungkookâs worried because he heard a collective gasp from the kids around him but his main priority is the birthday boy AND you
nabiâs shoulders rose and thatâs about it
he shakes his head to himself, looking at you whoâs carrying a curious gaze on your face that looks amused
âsorry. i-itâs just youâre so pretty and-â
heâs embarrassed himself in front of a pretty girl and her son and-
wait a second
the color just dRAINS from his face and heâs about to quit at the second
âoh my god i am so sorry. y-you must be nabiâs mother. youâre mr. taehyungâs-â
âfriend!! iâm y/n, iâm just taehyungâs friend,â you interject quickly because you cannot believe that pretty boy called you pretty, and at the next breath thought you were taehyungâs wife, âand nabiâs my nephew. weâre all just friends who live together!! i have no boyfriend, if thatâs what youâre thinking.â
...
....
yeah maybe you embarrassed yourself this time
you may have said too much information to the balloon artist but jungkookâs just staring at you fondly
and nabiâs switching his gaze between the two of you and claps his hands to snap the two of you out of it lmao
kook chuckles to himself and he cannot stop smiling, even when heâs tying the last balloon to nabiâs butterfly
âthere you go, cutie. happy birthday!!â he hands nabi the hUGE butterfly he just made but the sheer difference of how big it is makes the toddler even more happy, hugging it to his chest
jungkook watches you pepper kisses on nabiâs cheeks and that launches him into quickly pulling out balloons while your eyes are deviated from him, hands twisting and turning like his wHOLE LIFE depended on it
âmy nameâs jungkook, by the way,â he calls you when youâre just about to stand up, smiling giddily at you, âthought you should know.â
cute :-)
before you could thank him, he extends his arm and your mind recognizes the familiar shape which makes you smile instantly
jungkook made you a flower balloon <3
âi think iâll remember you, jungkook.â
you laugh as the only thing you can smell from it is latex, the huge flower staring at you right in the face
jungkook sheepishly blushes, pursing his lips in happiness
âiâm free whenever youâre free â f-for a date, yâknow? just so you could remember me more.â
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bonus: dilf taehyung has his own drabble!!
bonus bonus: bestie anon brought my attention to these tiktoks below and gAWD iâm so happy <3
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The Mandalorian:Â âIâll Tie You Up, Princessâ

In Fields of White ~ Chapter Ten ~ âIâll Tie You Up, Princessâ
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pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x f!reader
warnings: rated M for language; canon-level violence; angst; brief discussion of hunger/starvation; themes of parent/child separation; discussion of pregnancy; flirty rough-housing; character death
word count: 15.3k
chapter summary:Â when a dreaded face from your past emerges, everything in your new life, including your relationship with the mandalorian, is put under threat.
story summary: fleeing from the life you wish more than anything to forget, you are left to navigate the galaxy alone as a wide-eyed wanderer. in the process of evading the dangers linked to your previous life, your destiny is forever altered when you cross paths with an intimidating mandalorian and his unusually gifted child.
a/n:Â Iâm really, really nervous for this one. đPlease read using the Ao3 link below if the length causes your app to crash! Also, MAJOR THANKS TO @sana-katarnâ WHO WAS A HUGE HELP.
also found on: Ao3
In Fields of White
Chapter Ten: âIâll Tie You Up, Princessâ
If Grandpa was alive to see this mess, heâd roll over and die again.
No.
No-
Heâd find Thall.
Kill him.
Then die again.
âStars,â you groan, leaning both palms on either side of the sink. Lifting your head, you glare at the face staring back at you from the refresher mirror.
Your face⌠it feels like itâs all you recognize of yourself these daysâŚ
You grit your teeth as shame weighs your eyes low, down your bare body, down to the speckled floor beneath your toes. You wiggle them to ground yourself- to reign in the disgrace squeezing at your chest.
âŚDank Ferrik.
You press your eyes against the voice pushing, pushing at your consciousness.
âŚ
I told you soâŚ
I know, Grandpa.
I told you Thall was sketchy.
I know! Maker! Do you have to rub it in, Gramps?
Just wanted to point it out. And donât call me Gramps. Makes me feel ancient.
Kark off. Youâre dead.
âŚ
I love you, Grandpa.
âŚ.
Kriff.
No one warned you that the worst part of growing up would be the realization your family was blasted correct about a lot of blasted things.
Hissing through your teeth, you fling your hand through the current of water flowing from the faucet, the droplets glittering across the reflected crown of your head.
Oh, fine. Fine!
You twist away- hand snapping up your shirt from the floor.
Youâre used to everything going wrong. Whatâs new?
Another day, another âyouâll maybe possibly probably die.â Only this time, everyoneâs survival rests upon you.
Big karkinâ yay.
If you survive this, youâre writing a book.
âThall, how about you just kiss my- erf!-â the collar of your shirt catches your nose- âkiss my butt!â You yank on the edge of the hem until your head pops free.
âJust kark off-â you mash on the control panel, and the door opens with a snap- âstraight to- YIPES!â
You fling backwards.
âGET OUT!â
Face exploding with warmth, you press behind the door. âWhat the hell! Canât you knock?! Iâm in my underwear, for Makerâs sake!â
Your shrieks are met with silence⌠so you peer around the cornerâŚ
Your wide eyes are greeted by the back of your Mandalorian intruder, the ends of his cape still twirling around at his heels from his own startled spin.
âDin, get OUT!â you hiss, ducking back behind the frame. You pull on the ends of your shirt, fighting to cover the bare skin of your thighs.
A strained, modulated groan slips around the doorframe.
ââŚ.dâŚr -s unl-ked.â
âWhat!?â you squeak, head ducking around to gawk at him. âStop garbling, Djarin! I canât-â
âYour door was unlocked!â
His words are sharp, strained.
âAnyone c-could have come in while you were showering and- and-â
â-Go away!â
You pat around the refresher counter, fingers gripping the closest thing within reach, and you hurl it-
âOut!â
âI canât- Kaârâika! Is-⌠fresher paper?â
You bend around the door, watching as his gloved hands pick at the ribbon of white paper trailing across his shoulder.
You canât help but grin.
âYou look like shit, Mando.â
âDamn it, girl,â he grumbles, so low youâre sure you werenât meant to hear it. âCan- can I⌠Dank Ferrik. Can I turn around now?â
âBlast it- no! Go away! Iâm in my underwear!â
âWhat are you wearing underwear for-â
âWhy am I wearing underwear? Did you really just-â
âI- I didnât mean-â
âSome of us sleep in our underwear, Din! Gosh! What- do you sleep in your armor or something?â
...
âOh my Maker. You sleep in your armor.â
...
ââŚNo.â
...
A smirk quirks at the corner of your mouth, and youâre grateful he cannot relax at its sight. Stars, you take too much pleasure in making him squirmâŚ
âY-youâre not staying in here alone-â his voice strains- ânot with hunters-â
âIâm safe-â
â-get in the bed.â
âŚ
You blink.
âŚ
His hands rise to his waist.
âGet in the bed.â
âHmf.â You purse your lips. âYes, karkinâ sir.â
Sticking your tongue out for good measure, you spin on your heel to sweep your pants up from the floor.
âGosh,â you grumble, sticking a leg in as you hop one-legged towards the bed. You glance down at the print on your underwear. âI hope you didnât get a good look- urg!â You lose your balance, slumping across the mattress.
 âWouldnât want this to be the way you find out Iâm a horse girlâŚâ
âWhat?â
âWhat?â
âŚ
âŚ
ââŚnothing.â
You hook the last button of your pants. âI guess youâre free to spin around now.â
He hesitates- then turns at your words.
âLook at you,â you snort. âCreeping in that dark corner.â You slide both legs beneath the comforter, pulling it up to just beneath your chin. âIâll never get any sleep if you lurk over there. Iâll wreck my bike tomorrow, and itâll be all your fault.â
âŚ
Heavy sigh.
The Mandalorian emerges from the shadow-shrouded corner, and he flicks his fingers out at his side.
âBetter?â
âHmf, fine.â
You crinkle your nose.
âYou can stay, but donât stare at me all night like some dang rakghoul-â you scooch forward, pulling the comforter up over your head like a scarf, only your face visible- âtrying to scare me.â
-a puff of modulated air.
âYouâre not afraid of anything.â
The Mandalorian lumbers forward, fingers hooked on his belt.
âAnd thatâs what concerns me.â
He pauses right beside your head, visor angled down to stare into your eyes.
âCome now, Mando. You scared the shit out of me on Taek.â You dramatically flop out flat across the bed, letting the comforter crumble around your body. âThought for sure youâd kill me for being annoying.â
âŚ
âYou were afraid of me?â
You let your weak smile speak for itself.
âHmf.â
He re-hooks his fingers on his belt.
âCould have fooled me-â his voice is light, teasing- âyou were a mouthy little thing.â
Mouthy.
Mouthy??
Oh, you can show him mouthy-
You part your lips to snot off at Din, but his hand extends, pats the crumpled comforter, ripping your response straight from your mouth. You watch, brow quirked, as he pulls, smooths out the comforter around you. His visor lifts-
Oh.
Oh Maker just cast you in the Pit of Carkoon-
He can be so kriffing thoughtful and itâs really hot and you want to die-
Lowering your eyes, you grunt, picking at a loose thread to distract from that familiar squeeze, that ache in your chest.
Stop-
Stop.
You canât get mixed up with this man-
Youâre⌠youâre not able to-
âŚSomeoneâs going to get hurt.
âŚ
âI⌠I- uh- talk a lot when Iâm nervous.â
âŚ
He tilts his head at that.
âFine!â You throw a hand up, swallowing quickly. â... And- and when Iâm not.â
âHmm.â
âStill-â you jab a finger towards him, eager to just talk, distract yourself from that familiar warmth blooming in your chest- âIâd rather have been killed by you in the desert than spend another day on Taek.â
With a groan reminiscent of a wounded Kath Hound, you roll over onto your stomach- away from the Mandalorian.
âKriff, so many sand stingers!â
A second roll, this time pulling the comforter along with you.
âAnd you canât even eat them!â
A third roll.
âAnd I would know.â
A fourth roll- you stop, satisfied with the level of burrito-wrapping youâve achieved.
âI tried.â
The Mandalorian has the audacity to chuckle.
âMy lips were swollen for two days-â you wiggle, freeing your arms from their burrito prison- âand you laugh?â
âAh.â
A small, strangled cough slips through the modulator.
âSorry.â
You try your best to look angry- but you canât resist the cheeky grin.
âWell, anyhow,â you sigh, re-crumpling the comforter around your body like a nesting mother bird. âThank the Maker you flashed that Beskar of yours around like a baited hook, reeling me in like a fish.â
âHmf.â
The Mandalorian leans forward, hands on his hips- his body casting a light shadow across your cheek.
âYou would have found a way off without me.â
Rolling your eyes, you can only huff, âYeah, blasted, right.â
You plunge your face, your grimace deep within your pillow.
âBlast it- I was so damn hungry; I was this close-â you lift up two fingers held closely together- âto resorting to cannibalism.â Your hand drops with a plop.
âŚ
Truth be told⌠you have always wondered if Toydarian tastes like NunaâŚ
Heh.
âŚ
-The bed jolts.
Your head shoots up.
You blink.
âŚ
The Mandalorian-
-sitting beside you.
Close.
Very⌠close.
âDin?â Your hands fumble with the tangled comforter. âWh-â
âIâm sorry.â
His tone isâŚ
Angry.
He turns away from you, striking his fingers against his thigh armor in rapid succession.
Your eyelashes flutter, taken completely off-guard by his harsh admission.
âUhâŚâ
You sit up straight, eyes glued to the gleam of his helm.
âWhat exactly for?â
Oh, kark, what did he do?
Did you forget you should be mad about something?
âI should have taken you back to the Crest-â his shoulders shrug forward- ââŚthe night we made our deal on Taek.â
The Mandalorian stops tapping- balls the comforter into his fist.
âŚ
You blink.
âŚ
âMaker, Din!â
Flopping back, you slap your hands across both eyes.
Thatâs it? Damn man is fretting over that?
With a dismissive flick of your hand, you canât help but snicker. âOh, come on, even if you had asked me to, I would have just written my obituary first- left it behind for the sand stingers.â
Grinning ear to ear, you, again, gather the comforter up over your head like a protective cocoon-
-just like the child does with his blanket, now that you think about itâŚ
âI must say though, Mandalorian, you could have at least lugged off those two dead dudes you killed.â Crinkling your nose, you narrow your eyes at Din as he shifts, eases back against the wall, observing your movements with careful attention.
âLeaving me all alone with dead people-â you cluck your tongue- âvery improper of you, Mr. Djarin.â
The Mandalorian tucks his head aside.
âYou werenât alone.â
âYeah, no kidding!â The comforter slips forward, consuming your head entirely and entombing you in darkness. Pushing against the quilt, attempting to free yourself, you continue, âI- erf- had two decomposing-â
â-I stayed.â
Your hands drop.
âŚ
âThe entire night... on the roof.â
âŚ
âOh.â
Oh.
âŚ
You sit in darkness.
âŚ
The bed shifts, tilting you towards the movement-
The comforter is flung off your head, and your squint is met by your own face reflected in the Mandalorianâs visor.
âAre you still afraid of me?â
His words are tentative, but you hear their teasing edge.
Fine.
He wants to play.
You can handle âplay.â
Itâs easier than the truth.
âŚ
âNo, Mando.â
~Yes, Mando~
âIâm not.â
~I am~
âMy terror for you was eradicated from my head the moment I was assaulted by the sight of your revolting bedroom quarters.â
~My terror is youâll learn the truth about what I am~
âYour hair might be exceptionally soft and astoundingly fragrant, as your hair conditioner collection would imply-â you tap a finger atop his helmet- âbut youâre messy, Din.â
~Seven Corellian hells, my life is messy oh my stars~
âŚ
Silence.
âŚ
âHmm.â
His head jerks to the side.
âYouâre welcome to clean it-â he shifts forward- âif it offends you.â
A smirk tickles at the corner of your mouth.
âIâd probably find something sentient growing in a dirty sock pile.â
The Mandalorian chuckles- a rumble⌠deep, low.
He leans forward-
-and you scuffle to the other side of the bed.
âS-Stars! Uh, well, enough about my fears. Um, tell me-â you let your feet dangle off the side of the bed opposite from him- âwhat scares a Mandalorian?â
Uhg.
You tried to force a light-hearted tone; pull on one of your phony masks- butâŚit seems the longer time goes on-
-the more itâs impossible to pretend with Din.
This⌠is bad.
Especially when you have as many damn secrets to keep as you do.
You canât help but cringe.
Kriffinâ dune worm on a stick!
Cautiously, you sneak a quick glance over your shoulder, finding Dinâs position on the bed unchanged. He stares down at his hands as if lost, buried within his own thoughts.
âIâm-â
He pauses.
âŚ
âIâm afraid of making the wrong choices...â
âŚ
âNot being strong enough to protect... who I care about.â
âŚ
âŚ
Your lips part.
Well.
âŚ
A light-hearted question.
A serious answer.
You take a deep breath, letting it steady, refocus your spiraling, spinning mind.
âDin,â you mumble, throwing his name over your shoulder. âIf⌠if this is about the baby...â
Stars, the baby.
âŚ
Hell⌠you- you canât have this conversation right now.
How do you-
Do you just-?
âThe- the responsibility of a child-â you reach up; rub your browline with trembling fingers- âitâs the single mostâŚâ
You pause.
âTh-the single most-â
âŚ
terrifying-
exhilarating-
rewarding-
punishing-
fulfilling-
painful-
you- you canât breathe-
âKaârâika?â
You jolt forward at your name.
âKaârâika, are you-â
âBeing a parent-â put on your mask put on your mask- âyou feel so⌠big and so⌠small.â
Dank FerrikâŚ
âYouâre too small to forge the galaxy you want for them, no matter how much you fight for it.â
Your hand slips beneath your shirt, clenching the pendent you wear close to your heart. âBut youâre big, so big- youâre everything to them- their whole galaxy.â
Your eyes slide shut.
Her- her voice will come back to you if you just stay quiet and- and-
âŚ
âMama, what this for?â
Even your excruciating exhaustion canât suppress your grin. âYour belly button?â With a grunt, you lift Valera up from the cot, placing her down atop your legs.
âWell, you little womp rat⌠uhâŚâ
Stars, how do you explain this to a kid?
âItâs⌠uh⌠how you ate food when you were growing in my tummy.â
She shoots you an incredulous little eyebrow lift.
Oh great-
Sheâs already picking up your sass.
Serves you kriffinâ right.
Your fingers wrap around the pendant hanging from Valeraâs neck.
âWatch the attitude, kid.â
You give the necklace a few short tugs, sending her into a fit of giggles.
âMama!â
âKaârâika?â
Oh!
You jerk around-
-Din.
âIs something⌠wrong?â
 âYeah- uh, yeah.â You cough- clear your throat. âI just, dang it-â you slap your thigh- âget emotional thinking about little kids, ya know? So darned cute, the little monsters.â
Heâs⌠not convinced.
But he doesnât push it.
Thatâs⌠all you need from him right now.
âLook, Din. I- I know youâll make the decision you think is right for the kidâŚâ You lower your voice- make it easier to hide the waver. âItâs- itâs all we can do.â
...
âBut you donât⌠approve of my choice.â
No.
You donât.
âI stand by everything I said before... mostly.â Your eyes lower, glaring down at the comforter. âJust make sure you arenât making the choice to send him to a Jedi out of fear... fear of not being good enough for him.â
âŚ
You glance back up.
âBecause you are.â
...
âKaârâikaâŚâ
So soft.
He always says it so soft-
âYour opinionâŚâ
His visor dips away, almost bashfully.
âIt means a lot to me.â
You blink.
âReally? Mine?â
It certainly didnât feel that way during your argument on the CrestâŚ
Sliding his fingers across the leather of his belt, he makes a slight choking sound.
âI⌠regret the things I said to you before.â
âŚ
âI- you were saying things I didnât want to hear...â
He turns, stares over at you.
âYouâre not selfish.... far from it.â
You hold his gaze.
That damn daze.
âŚ
âWell...â you mumble. âI shouldnât have blown up on you either. I- I let my personal bias cloud my head and heat my tongue...â
You break the gaze.
âIâm sorry.â
âMe too.â
âŚ
Silence.
âŚ
Oh stars.
You shouldnât do it.
âŚ
Youâre gunna do it.
âWell, Mando-â energy floods your voice- âIâm flattered you hunted me down and killed a Rancor just to apologize to me.â Crawling beneath the comforter, you donât fight the smirk cracking across your face
âTruly, Din, it means the galaxy to me.â
You scooch over further, further until-
âW-what are you-â
âShut up.â You shove a hand into his side. âIâm trying to sleep.â
You lean against his arm, your head drooping downâŚ
âŚ
âŚ
âDin.â
âŚ
âŚ
âDin.â
âŚ
âOh my gosh, kriffinâ relax, Din!â
You pull away from him. âStop tensing! Itâs like trying to sleep next to a blasted boulder!â
âIt is not.â
âLoosen up!â
âI am loose.â
Oh.
You know how to loosen him up.
You jump up to your knees, staring him down.
âHand. Now.â
âŚ
The Mandalorian gawks at you. Or, at least, you imagine heâd be gawking if it werenât for the, ya know, helmet.
âDin Djarin.â
You shove your open palm at him.
âLet me hold your damn hand.â
One breath-
âŚ
Two breaths-
âŚ
Three breaths-
His hand, warm and- kark!- so damn large, slips into your own.
âIf I die tomorrow-â you give his hand a tight squeeze- âI want you to remember me like this.â
He grunts.
âDomineering and demanding?â
âYou know I can hear you.â Rolling your eyes, you sigh dramatically, âAs I was saying, remember me like this.â You squeeze his hand a second time-
He returns the squeeze-
âMaybe Iâd rather remember the time you fell into that mud-hole on Arvala-â his free hand reaches out- tugs on your ear lobe- âand I had to pull you out while the kids laughed at us.â
You whack away his hand. âOh, come on, Din-â
âOr maybe Iâd rather remember the time you sang to the Blurgs.â
âI was bullied into tha-â
âOr the time you fell asleep in my shirt- drooled all over it.â
âKriff off! I did not.â You yank on his hand, drawing him forward. âHow would you even know?â You lean into him, squishing your nose to his visor.
âYou never-
do-
your-
karking-
laundry.â
âŚ
Din just chuckles.
Oh oh Maker his chuckle is so sexy and damn it damn it-
âŚ
Youâve⌠youâve got it bad.
Crinkling your nose, you pull away, sinking down- down- down into the comforter. âWell, youâre being mean to me. Iâm going to bed.â
A⌠thought occurs.
âŚ
Oh, Banthabreath.
Life is short. Do it.
âDin?â
Your eyes twist, staring up into his visor from where you lay on the bed. He watches; does not break the gaze as you reach out- grab his hand again. With a sharp tug, his glove slips right off, revealing- stars- that hand, those fingers that have haunted your daydreams since they first brushed across your lips.
Warm.
Callused.
Scarred.
Oh Maker.
If youâre losing it over a blasted hand and voice- a kneecap reveal would have you deceased.
You sigh.
âDin, tell me- uhâŚâ
Naked skin dusts across your jaw- âUh⌠Din?â -traces your earlobe- âDo- do you really plan to, uhâŚâ -trails down your neck- ââŚs-stay all night?â
-his fingers pause at your collarbone.
âŚ
âYes.â
He resumes stroking his fingers slowly, languidly across your collarbone.
âHumor an old man, Kaârâika.â
You blink at him.
Old?
Huh.
Now that he mentions itâŚ
âHow old are you?â you blurt.
He freezes.
âŚ
Oh, you just killed the mood, didnât you?
âŚ
Dank Ferrik.
âIâm just curious.â You lift a brow, a slight smile upon your lips. âYou do grunt and groan a lot.â
The Mandalorian makes a sharp noise- tears his hand away.
âYoung enough to pull you out of mud holes.â
âŚ
You narrow your eyes at him.
âŚ
ââŚLate thirties.â
Ah.
âSorry,â you chuckle, shoving against his shoulder. âJust trying to construct a mental image of how I think you might look.â
Din huffs- crosses his arms across his chest like a sullen child.
âIâd prefer you didnât.â
âCome on, itâs not like Iâll ever see it!â You jump up to your knees. âI should at least be allowed to imagine.â
âI could never live up to your fanatical imagination, Kaârâika.â
âWhat, are ya ugly or something?â
ââŚNo.â
âAre ya hot?â
âHardly.â
âOh my gosh donât say that about yourself.â
âYouâve never seen my face,â he grumbles. âYou donât know what Iâm working with here.â
âShut up.â
âThe helmet is an improvement.â
âIt is pretty sexy,â you laugh.
âŚ
Silence.
Oh kriffing hells-
Did you just say-
Oh stars-
âŚ
You hope you die tomorrow.
Shaking your head, you snort. âFine. Whatever.â
-just change the topic change the topic-
âUh, so, uh, tell me-â you lean in closer to him- âwhat does Kaârâika really mean? You canât lie to me anymore- I know it doesnât mean brat.â
âYouâre right.â
He, too, leans forward-
âIt means pain in the ass.â
âDIN DJARIN!â
The comforter launches over your head, plunging you into darkness. You kick and roll and yell- the comforter and sheets tangling up around you- but you canât get free-
-because the kriffing metal idiot is holding it down.
âLet me OUT!â you shriek, kicking upwards with your feet. âIâm going to KILL YOU!â
Weight lifts from the comforter.
You fling it off, and your flaming eyes immediately turn towards-
âSo, youâre going to kill me?â
Damn that smug voice!
Your hand shoots out, a sharp smack landing against his unarmored thigh.
âOuch!â
âEat. Banthashi- OOF!â
Youâre catapulted backwards- heaved across the bed. You roll, landing up on all fours.
âWhy YOU-â
âGo to sleep.â
-smack-
âDJARIN!â
You grip your ass.
âDid- did you just spankâŚ?â
âŚ
Oh.
Oh, itâs on now-
You fling up, firing yourself at his chest, bursting into shrieks as he easily knocks you aside.
âHEY!â
But the Mandalorian goes for you this time.
His hands grasp your hips, shoves you back behind him. You pounce again- wrap your limbs around his back- youâre yanked forward with an oof. You retaliate, jabbing your hand towards his exposed side- he grabs, stops you- but then-
His arms have you pinned- trapping you against the bed with his weight.
âG-give u-up now, bounty hunter!â You wriggle; his grip only tightens. âI-Iâve- erf- got you, Mando!â
He doesnât move, doesnât speakâŚ. just⌠stares down at you.
âYeah.â
He dips his helmet to the side.
"Youâve got me.â
âŚ
You both burst into giggles.
âHell, M-Mando!â you say, gasping for air between your giggles. âIâm- stars!- crying!â
"Hm.â
A light -pat- smacks against your thigh.
âGo to sleep.â
Your grin stretches ear-to-ear. âYes, sir.â
âŚ
Oh Maker, youâre really done for.
You quiet your laughter, shimmying back beneath the comforter, keenly aware that you might regret every bit of this impulsive behavior in the morningâŚ
But for now?
You roll up against the Mandalorian, curling up against his side. You tuck your face-
Safe.
Safe.
Safe.
His hand drops to your shoulder- moves up- stops⌠a tickle against the back of your neck, his fingers tracing tiny circlesâŚ
âKaârâika.â
"Mhm? What? Leave me alone.â
âŚ.
âIt means⌠âDear Starâ.â
âŚ
Oh-
Oh.
...
Oh shit.
âSweet dreams⌠Kaârâika.â
----------------------------
âSee you later, Babycakes.â
âBye, Cara!â
âThe hell-â you shoot Pablo an incredulous look- âBabycakes?â
âWhat?â
âPlease donât answer to that in public.â
âItâs too late,â Pablo sighs, turning your racing helmet over in his hands. âIâve answered to it twice today.â
A small smirk tickles your lips.
âThen can I call you Sweetcheeks?â
âOh, I think the hell not-â
âFine,â you chuckle, taking a pinch of his cheek. âSweetcheeks it is.â
âI hate you.â
A grin cracks your face. Hey now, if he can call you Sweetheart, you can call him Sweetcheeks.
Itâs only fair.
With a heavy sigh, Pablo shoves the helmet back into your hands. âWell, guess itâs back up to Thallâs skybox for me. I- uh-â his hand shoots out, pats your shoulder- ââŚDonât die.â
âPablo, thatâs the sweetest thing youâve ever said to me.â You press a hand to his chest. âI knew you cared.â
âYeah, well,â Pablo sighs, knocking your hand off his chest. âIâll admit, my motivations are sullied⌠I might have credits down on you.â
âOh karkinâ dunes.â
âKarkinâ dunes, what?â He throws out his hands. âThatâs good! It means I believe in you!â
âKark you.â
But your smile betrays your words.
Pablo laughs- flashes you a quick wink before turning away. âNow go- win me some credits, Sweetheart,â he yells over his shoulder. âIâll take you to a casino and let you spend them!â
âLove you, too, Sweetcheeks!â
âLove you more!â
âYou answered to it!â
â⌠Damn it!â
âŚ
Heh.
Pablo really is just-
-âLINE UP WARNING.â
Oh stars-
-âREPEAT. LINE UP WARNING.â
Oh stars oh stars oh stars-
Groaning like a dying Bantha, you press a gloved hand to your browline.
Hell, that cocky, confident little shit you were as a teen?
âŚ
Yeah, youâre not so confident right now.
âI know youâll win-â
You spin around.
â-you always did.â
âTesen,â you say, reaching out to accept his hug. âDank Ferrik, man! I looked over my old speederbike this morning and- wow- you really did a fantastic job on her!â
Maker- the trouble you got into on that old bikeâŚÂ How are you even still alive?Â
Tesen chuckles- a rumble beneath your cheek. âAfter you disappeared, others tried taking her out on runs. But only you could get her to do the things sheâs capable of.â
He pulls back.
âI kept her for the memories.âÂ
A cheeky grin bursts across your face. âYou know Iâd trust no one else but you with her.â
His eyes brighten, and he opens his mouth to-
-âLINE. UP. WARNING.â
Groaning, you stare up into Tesenâs eyes.
âIâd wish you luck-â he winks- â-but I know you donât need it.â
âMaybe not....â A coy smile turns up your lips. âBut I could still do with my traditional good luck kiss. As my friend, would you mind⌠since Gavon isnât here anymore to do me the honor?â
Tesen laughs- deep, hearty-
âWell, I am a good friend.â
He bends down- hesitates- hovering just above your face-
âTesen, yo-â
Warm lips press to yours.
Oh hell yeah-
You wrap your arms around his waist.
Gosh, youâre pathetic. One friendly little kiss, and those cocky, confident teenage vibes are pulsing through your bloodstream.
Pretty sure you could wrestle a dewbackâŚ
âAww! How sweet!â
Pulling away, you grit your teeth at Thallâs voice booming over the loudspeaker. Your eyes shoot up to the sky.
Stars, you could kill that manâŚ
âHello, hello everyone!â
Tesen tears away from you- meeting your eyes one final time before sweeping away-
-leaving you all alone.
Just you and your bike.
To win this dang race.
Or die.
At this point, if your friends didnât need you to actually- you know- win, youâd accept either outcome.
âAs we all know, one half of our kissing duo down there-â
âWeâre just friends!â
â-is none other than our long-lost Blazing Womprat-â
The nickname snaps you into gear.
Oh yeah.
Time to play the part.
-âformer champion of the Boska Springs Classic!â
Climbing up on your speederbike, you stand on the seat, throwing both hands in the air. You stare up into the cameras defiantly, as if youâd already won the kriffing race.
You wave your hands again, the crowd exploding into jests and cheers and shouts.
Dank Ferrik-
You swallow back the goofy grin itching to bloom across your face.
-donât ruin your image.
You know you must play the part they expect to see on the circuit.
Blazing Womprat-
Brash.
Arrogant.
And batshit crazy.
Maker, how you missed this- this rush. Whether it be racing, singing, or otherwise, you love playing to the crowdâŚ
And theyâre eating it up.
âE CHU TA!â
WellâŚ. almost everyoneâŚ
You sneer down at your fellow racers, observing their rather rude gestures.
âEAT MY BIKE EXHAUST-â
Your middle fingers jab at the sky.
â-YOU ABSOLUTE ROAD WORMS.â
The racers start towards you-
âHow exciting! Back to your bikes⌠yes, thank you, yes, please donât kill her⌠thank you!â
Snickering to yourself, you fall down into the seat, hooking your boots in position on the pedals.
âThe race is simple enough- first out to the Castle Rock to run up their flag and back, wins!â
You slip your helmet on-
âI donât care what path you take-â
You tug at your gloves, ensuring theyâre snug between each finger-
âNor do I care what you do during the race!â
You flip down the visor of your helmet, your entire head and face protected-
âItâs all part of the fun!â
You lean forward- gripping the steering-
âNow, various organic beings⌠start your engines!â
-and your speederbike roars to life, pulsating beneath your body like a caged racehorse ready to run.
âŚ
Wait-
âŚ
It⌠just hit youâŚ
Din- he-
-he never showed up.
âŚ
Why would he avoid you, especially before an event this serious? Sure, he was⌠strange, aloof this morning just before he left you. But to be honest, so were you.
Waking up tangled in each otherâs arms tends to do that.
âŚ
Hells⌠if- if your behavior last night⌠ruined your friendship with himâŚ
Oh stars, youâll never forgive yourself.
He⌠but he promised that heâd speak to you before the raceâŚ
âŚ
He never showed.
He never-
âKaârâika-â
You scream-
âHey, itâs me.â
âWhat the kark, Mando!â You lean back, twisting your helmet around to stare up at the crowd. âGet out of my helmet! Youâre ruining my focus.â
You grin.
The Mandalorian kept his word⌠sort of.
âSorry⌠justâŚâ
You stare up at Thallâs skybox, the teasing gleam of Beskar vaguely visible through the glass.
ââŚstay safe.â
The static of the connection cuts.
âŚ
Youâre alone.
âŚ
âŚ
âREADYâŚâ
Your engine revs-
RED LIGHT-
Your bike pulsates-
YELLOW LIGHT-
Your grip tightens-
âŚ
âŚ
âŚ
 Wait a minuteâŚ
âŚ
GREEN LIGHT-
The speederbikes burst into the distance- gone, out of sight within a blink of an eye.
âŚ
You stay still.
Unmoving.
Staring out at the distance.
âUhhhhâŚ. Go?â
You stare.
You feel itâŚ
You⌠feel itâŚ
You-
The wind lashes, nearly knocking you from your bike with a yelp. You hold on for dear life as the crowd screams, ducking down into their own seats to avoid the brutal pounding.
But more importantly-
The sky darkens in the distance-
A monstrous dust cloud swoops across the sand-
-straight for the scattered bikers blasting across the dunes.
And-
you grin.
High-pitched screams and crashing metal reverberate across the dunes.
âŚ
âŚtime to go.
You push forward-
-and blast off.
âŚ
Avoiding the starving, all-consuming dust cloud, you swing to the right.
Itâs a risky route.
But youâve studied it.
You know what youâre doingâŚ
âŚhopefully.
Movement catches your eye-
A miniature speederbike zooms up to your right- a creature no bigger than the baby just- screeches at you.
âWhat the fuck!â
A second bike smashes into your left.
âWhat the fuck!â you shriek, swinging to avoid another swipe.
You accelerate- push forward on the controls.
Get away get away-
Ah!
There- looming in the distance.
The cliffs.
Turning knobs with a snap, you hold your speed steady- maintaining your direction-
âOOF!â
The end of your speederbike slides to the right- the attacking biker heaves back- preparing to try again-
You blast forward-
-straight for the cliff walls.
You release a bark of laughter- the sound swallowed by the wind whooshing past.
Try following me now.
The cliff wall looms closer- closer- closer-
You drop to the right, hanging off the side of your bike as far as you can without falling off-
-shooting beneath the cliff walls and straight into a small cave thatâs barely tall enough for even your bike to fit.
The handles of your bike scrape the rock formation looming mere inches above your head- you yelp at the sparks showering your body.
Well, thank the Maker this jumpsuit is fireproofâŚ
Movement-
 Your head twists to the right-
That karkinâ little creature on his karkinâ little speederbike⌠grins at you- waves his hand as if to say âSee? I fit, dumbass.â
You growl.
Oh, hell no.
âŚApproaching light.
You bust out of the cave, shooting straight up in your seat. You swing to the right- kick your foot out-
-the little creature flings into oblivion.
âŚ
Youâre alone again.
You push forward, gritting your teeth, and accelerate to full throttle.
Youâre coming to an intersection in the path- this is where other racers might start to- ah! There!
Three bikes, crowding into one another, swerve around a column of boulders-
The lead speederbike trails straight for you.
Oh, Dank Ferrik.
Not again-
You scream as your speederbike lurches- rolls into tight, spinning loops. The bike that smashed into you barrels past-
You grit your teeth.
Get back here, you little-
You ram the back of his bike, grinning as he flings forward over his handlebars- run over by his own bike.
And yours.
Oopsie.
Castle Rock is approaching- it should be directly to the left- on the opposite side of the cliff wall blocking your line of sight.
You cut the corner- the roar of the remaining speederbikes still howling in your ear.
You punch the booster controls on your bike- butâŚ
Youâre painfully aware of a new shake, a new tremor of the bike that wasnât there before.
Oh dearâŚ
Hope this doesnât backfire- literally.
With a groan, you blast into the canyon between the cliffs- giving your bike all itâs got.
Your mind blanks-
Instinct.
âŚ
Youâre running on instinct.
You swerve to the left- right- sharp right-
The roar of the speederbikes fade into the distance, left completely in your dust.
Heh.
The Blazing Womprat lives up to her name.
Oh, heck, here we go-
-You need to take a sharp left up ahead or youâll completely miss Castle Rock-
You lift your left boot from the pedal- slide it across your seat- throwing every bit of your weight into the turn.
Your grip starts to slip- gloves desperately hold on for dear life. With a pathetic groan, you straighten, lift-
-There, Castle Rock!
And not another bike in sight.
You hit the brakes, sputtering to a stop. The thunder of engines storm in the distance behind you- you leap from your seat-
And you run for dear life.
The flags- the flags! Up ahead! At the top!
With a grunt, you scurry, fumble your way up the boulders-
âGet out of my way!â
Your head shoots back- other bikers have arrived, parked at the base of Castle Rock.
Oh, you donât think soâŚ
âOops!â You grunt, shoving hard at a loose rock with your boot. âSorry!â you yelp as they leap out of the tumbling rockâs path, screaming at the top of their lungs.
Giggling beneath your breath, you scamper to the top, the flagpoles just within r-
-PING-
-PING-
You scream- a bullet ricochets off your helmet.
âSeven Corellian hells!â you screech, stumbling to the ground.
Tuskans!
Damn it!
You clamber to your feet, pushing forward with all your might.
Bullets shower the ground, the pings mixing with the yelps of your fellow racers. âKark off!â you scream at a Weequay as he barrels past you-
then drops dead.
Well, he karked off, all right.
Nice shot, Tuskans.
Not slowing in the least bit, you snatch up your flag color, hooking it to the-
âOOPS⌠heehee!â
You gasp- a Rodian- he⌠he cut your flagline.
You snarl at his fleeing back.
âŚ
Fine.
Sticking the flag between your teeth, you grip the pole with your hands and begin to climb. Dank Ferrik- what the hell even is this race?
Ignoring the pings flying around you and praying they miss, you reach the top and tie off your flag.
A bell rings.
Done.
Youâre first.
Youâre cleared to go.
With a pained sigh, you take advantage of your height to observe the sight down below.
Grinning at the scuffle, the fight breaking out between the racers all fumbling to avoid both bullets and one anotherâs sabotageâŚ
âŚan idea occurs.
You reposition your weight, careful to not lose your grip and slip down the pole into the chaos below⌠One deep breath⌠and you leap the gap, clasping onto the second flagpole for dear life.
âHey!â
You stare down at a furious Twiâlek.
âGet down!â
You grin.
âOkay!â
Biting your lip, you wrap the flagline one⌠two⌠three times around your glove, tugging to ensure a good grip.
Oh, this is the dumbest idea ever-
With a grunt, you release the pole and-
You swing forward- and back- forward- and back-
âŚscreaming like a wild Lothcat in heat.
With each swing, you feel the pole shift beneath you, loosening from its shallow base.
âWHAT ARE YOU-â
âYipe!â
With an audible snap, the pole breaks from its foundation- cascading to the groundâŚ
âŚand taking every single flagpole to the right down with it.
With an oof, you hit the ground, hard. Peeling your head up with a groan, you turn-
âŚ
âGet her!â
Time to go.
You jump- jump- jump- down the boulders, not bothering to check the height. You just gotta to get the kriff out of there.
Youâre so close.
Flinging yourself across the seat, you blast into the horizon, straight in the direction of the starting line.
Youâre so close-
Engines rev in the distance.
âŚ
Youâre so close.
Thumb hovering over your thrusters- a speederbike emerges in the distance-
âŚitâs time for a shortcut.
A cliff to your right, itâs a steep drop, but you think you canâŚ
Gritting your teeth, you accelerate, pushing what power is left within your bike into- you scream, sailing straight over the edge of the cliff.
Your thumb punches the reverse boosters, keeping your bike from smashing into a thousand pieces on the ground below. Speederbike clattering and clanking from the stress, you hit level ground and-
You made it.
âHoly Hutt!â you groan, the words shaky in the air from the brutal reverberations of your engine.
Youâre⌠youâre going to win.
You keep your path straight, flying over the sand dunes.
Youâre going to win.
Youâre going to-
You scream-
A force-
A burst of light-
You soar through the air-
You scream-
âŚ
âŚ
âŚ
Darkness.
âŚ
----------------------------
âŚ
âŚ
Ignoring the abrupt shock of the harsh Sularian winter air, you race from your home, running straight down the mountain path.
"Starlight?â
You donât stop at your fatherâs voice. You run faster- swiping at the tears dripping down your cheeks.
âStarlight!â
A hand grabs at your shoulder.
âLet m-me go!â you yell between your sobs, shoving at his hand. âI-Iâm going to l-live wi-with G-Grandpa!â
âHey, little one-â he spins you around; pulls you into his chest- âdeep breaths, hm?â
âIâm- Iâm not⌠little!â You sniff, pushing away from him. âIâm ten and r-running away!â
"Can I come?â
âŚ
You stare at him, the sobs easing from your body.
âHuh?â -sniff- sniff- âWhat?â
He plops down on the snow beside you- staring up at the stars dusting the sky.
âRunning away doesnât solve anything, Starlight-â he looks at you, flashes you a lop-sided smile- âyou know that, right?â
You pout your lips.
âBut Mama is so⌠so⌠unfair!â You stomp your foot and flop down beside him. âSheâs so mean with me! She likes Kalara more!â
He doesnât chastise your outburst.
He just⌠grunts- rests his rifle across his lap.
"Starlight.â
You keep your eyes turned to the ground, shame burning your cheeks.
"What happened?â
âŚ
âI⌠I hit Kalara- but she said I was mean first! And Mama took her side!â
âŚ
A heavy sigh.
He reaches down, grasps your pendant in his hand.
"Do you know why you wear this?â
You scrunch your nose at him. âBecause Iâm the âoldestâ,â you mock.
He lets it drop back against your chest. âWatch the attitude, kid. You wear it because, as the oldest-â his tone, while gentle as always, eases into something more serious- âyou set an example to your little brothers and sisters. They look up to you and want to be like you.â
âThey do not!â
âDo too.â He pokes your stomach, and you canât help but giggle. âThis necklace is a reminder of your responsibilityâŚâ His mouth quirks into a smirk. âOf your influence.â
"I donât want it!â
âWell, Starlight,â he chuckles. âI canât help you being born first, but I promise, one day, youâll appreciate your little brothers and sisters.â He hooks a finger on his belt. âAnd one day, youâll give that same pendant to your first born, if you wish, just as generations of our family before you have.â
âEww!â
âEww!â he mocks back.
You blink down at the pendant, curiosity blooming in your chestâŚ
"If this was yours before I was born and you gave it to me-â you look up at him- âdoes that mean you were the oldest?â
He stares into the distance, quietsâŚ
âŚ
âYes.â
âŚ
âOh.â
âŚ
"Did⌠did you apr-chi-ate them?â
"âAppreciateâ. And yes.â He looks down at you, that lop-sided smile slowly returning. âI did very much.â
"âŚDo you miss them?â
He glances away, stares up into the starry sky.
âVery much.â
You blink- a wash of fear- fear for your brothers and sisters hitting you like a blizzard breeze and- and-
âDonât be sad, Starlight.â He taps your pendant; points to the sky. âThey are with the stars⌠Iâll see them again.â
He stands, heaves his rifle against his shoulder, and motions you to follow.
âCome, letâs go inside. I think someone has a few apologizes to make?â
âBut Mama is mad at meâŚâ you groan.
âI promise,â he chuckles, taking your hand in his own. âNo matter what you doâŚâ
âŚ
ââŚyour mother and I will hold you in our heartsâŚâ
âŚ
ââŚfor eternityâŚâ
âŚ
âŚ
âŚ
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The Mandalorianâs licking your face what the HELL-
Your eyes blast open-
âW-what?â
Something wet swipes your eyes. âYipes!â You squint, throwing your arm across your face. âWhat the blasted- oh.â
âŚ
A⌠dog.
Massiff dog.
âŚ
Not⌠Din.
âŚ
Oh.
The dog tilts his head at you, his tongue drooping out the side of its mouth.
âIn my defense, you kinda look like Din though,â you giggle, patting the dogâs hard exterior. âYou goofy little thingâŚâ
Sighing, you reach up to rub your faceâŚ
Wait.
Where- whereâs your helmetâs visorâŚ? Whyâs it⌠busted outâŚ?
âŚ
âŚ
âOH BLASTED STARS.â
You scramble to your feet- a mistake. You cry at the pain that shoots, throbs from head to toe. âDamn it, damn it!â you groan, hobbling forward as your memory floods you all at once.
The dog mistakes your agony for playtime, hopping up and down, up and down, dancing little wiggle-butt circles around you.
âBack, dog! Back!â Your eyes scan the sky-
âŚOh no.
Itâs⌠the sunâs setting.
Itâs evening.
No, no!
âKriffinâ hells!â you moan, fingers digging into your palms. âMy bike! My bike? I got to- where?â
âŚ
There.
In the distance.
You grit your teeth.
âŚ
âŚSandcrawler.
âStupid JAWAS!â
You burst forward, growling through every last ache. âGet BACK here!â you shriek, launching your helmet at the still-very-much-far-away sandcrawler. âLittle thieves! I ought to- OOF!â
The dog cuts in front of you, dashing alongside your right.
âDang it!â you yelp. âIf youâre coming too, then help, not hinder!â
The dog just howls- gleeful and blissfully unaware of everything but ârun. fast run.â
âOh, Maker help me,â you moan.
Youâre close enough now that the Jawas have noticed you. Hanging out of their little windows and doors, they begin screeching at you.
âKark off!â you scream back, nearly tripping over your own feet. âAnd give me my blasted bike, or Iâll- OUCH!â
Whatever they threw- it damn well hurt.
âŚYou shoulda left your helmet on.
The dog picks up the object in its mouth and brings it straight to you.
âO-oh⌠st-stars!â you puff, increasing your speed. You throw the object at a Jawa hanging from an open window. âH-hey, dog, maybe you are useful, hmm?â
Your praise must have confused the dog. He yelps once, turns around, begins running butt-first.
âOh hell.â
Close enough now, you reach up, grip a pipe on the side of the crawler.
âOpen, now!â you demand, banging on the metal.
A slot opens- you slap at the Jawa- it screams- slams the slot shut.
A higher window opens- somethingâs launched- you scream- it screams- the window shuts.
You wish you could say playing whack-a-mole with Jawas was the strangest thing youâve done todayâŚ
âDank Ferrik,â you groan, eyeing the Massiff dog running circles below your feet.
Youâre getting into this thing if it kills you, so help you-
âDank FERRIK!â
The jolt of the sandcrawler sends you hurling towards the ground.
âForceâŚâ
You slowly, gingerly lift your headâŚ
Stopped.
The sandcrawler⌠stopped.
âŚ
WhyâŚ
You look up- the Jawas have the slots and windows peaked open, glancing around towards the front of the crawlerâŚ
âŚ
They slam them shut.
âŚ
Uh ohâŚ
âDog, I⌠I think we might be in trouble- wait!â
But itâs too late- the Massiff dog is darting towards the front of the crawler.
âŚ
Silence.
âŚ
Oh, what the hell.
Youâre not leaving without your dog.
Pressing against the sandcrawler, you ease, creep your way forward. Closer⌠closer⌠closer-
-until youâre just one head peek away from seeing whatâs caught the Jawaâs attentionâŚ
âŚ
 Do⌠do you peek?
Or run?
âŚ
Oh Huttsludge.
Maybe the Jawas-
âIâve been watching you, little one.â
OH STARS OH STARS STARS STARS.
âŚ
WHAT DO YOU DO?
âŚ
You squeeze your eyes closed.
Oh, what the Corellian crap use is there in hiding?
Heâs knows youâre here!
So-
You peek around-
âŚ
A man.
âŚ
A terrifying man.
âŚ
You duck your head back.
âŚ
âŚ
Youâre dead.
âŚ
âHey!â you hiss up at a Jawa. âWhatever beef we had before, weâre on the same side now. Let me in!â
The door slams shut.
âWhy you-â
âHello there, Princess-â
You shriek.
âStay away!â you yelp, pressing your back up against the sandcrawler. âOr Iâll- Iâll stick my Massiff on you!â
Right on cue, the Massiff bolts past your legs, flying straight for the strange man-
-and drops- wiggling around on his back, begging the scary man for attention.
âŚ
Great.
The man huffs, bends down to pat the Massiffâs exposed belly.
âI see youâve trained it well.â
âŚ
âThanksâŚ?â
Wait, was that an insult?
âŚ
âI mean you no harm, Princess.â
Amused.
Heâs⌠amused.
The man glances up at you, throws his hood back.
My stars, you observe his gnarled appearance. What⌠what terrible thing happened to him?
You almost blurt the question⌠almost.
âWho are you? Whatâs your name?â you ask instead, rather empowered by the fact he hasnât yet- you know- killed you.
âIâm just a simple man making my way through the galaxy-â his gaze intensifies- âlike my father before me.â
âŚ
âGot an easier to remember name?â
âIâd rather learn yours.â
âŚ
Is he⌠flirting?
âŚ
Oh my gosh heâs flirting. Okay, you know what? The grizzled look is actually really hot. Like hot, hot. And, wow, heâs a big guy and you like big guys oh my gosh heâs flirting-
With a lop-sided smirk, you call out your first name. âBut you can keep calling me Princess.â
The man chuckles, pats the Massiff one last time, and stands.
âI was speaking to the dog.â
âŚ
âOh.â
Damn it.
âŚ
You glance at the Massiff.
ââŚNoodles?â
âA solid name.â
âThanks.â
âŚ
Okay, what the actual hell is this conversation-
You shake your head, knowing you should be afraid, terrified... but in your defense, itâs rather hard to feel that way while bonding with your potential killer over a dog.
âSo⌠uh, what the hell do you want?â
The man lumbers forward, hands folded behind his back, as if⌠contemplating something.
âYour Mandalorian friend-â
He pauses, his imposing frame casting a cool shadow across your face.
â-he has something that belongs to me.â The man turns his eyes, so kriffing intense, to stare you down.
âAnd you can take me to it.â
âUhhhâŚ.â You blink, words escaping your brain. âWhat⌠is it?â
âMy armor.â
âŚ
âAll I request⌠is my armor returned.â
Gulping, you shake your head, afraid to give him your honest answer. âI-Iâve not seen any armor, but-â
âYou might want to consider my words carefully, little one.â
His words slice the air.
âYou and the Mandalorian have a rather large bounty on your head.â The man bends down, crouches upon the sand. âAccording to this chip-â he lifts his hand; a small data chip gleams in the setting sun- âthat I took off the corpse of the man⌠that blew you in the air.â
Your mouth plummets to the ground.
âW-what?!â
He just stares up at you, waiting patiently for you to process his words.
âDamn it,â you growl, sinking down to the ground in front of him.
âIf- and thatâs if- I knew where this armor might be located-â you look up at him, brows furrowing- âwhy should I trust that you wonât still try and claim that bounty on us?â
He doesnât speak- just holds your gaze.
âŚ
His fist holding the datachip rises in the air-
-and crushes the chip into a thousand microscopic shards.
âYou and your friends need to leave before more return.â
You gape down at the shimmering shards.
Stars, note to self, do not piss this guy offâŚ
âNews of this race, and your presence, will spread to the wrong ears.â
âUhhâŚâ You turn to stare at the retreating figure of the man in black. âHey! Wait!â You leap to your feet, rushing right after him. âSee thatâs the problem- my friends are kind ofâŚ. uh, trapped by Thall.â
The man makes a noise.
âI will assist you if-â
â-you regain your armor,â you finish, rolling your eyes.
The first hint of a smile dusts his lips.
âWhat is your answer, then, Princess?â
âŚItâs not like you have a choice.
Your friends⌠Din⌠are still under Thallâs snare. For all you know, now that youâre out of the way, Thall- kark!- might make Din fight again!
âŚ
You canât let that happen.
You throw both hands on your hips- purse your lips.
âWe have a deal.â
The man nods sharply, accepting your answer before turning, prowling down the length of the sandcrawler.
âI have an insider feeding me information from within Thallâs complex.â His strides are heavy, yet quick. You struggle to keep pace. âShe will contact me with the necessary information, but for right now-â
-a screech splits the air.
You gasp- twist-
The Massiff stumbles around from the back of the crawler-
-dragging a behind it a writhing Jawa.
âŚ
The man in black grunts.
âWe need your bike.â
----------------------------
You need to scream.
Of all ways for this day to go, you never dreamed it would be riding back to the Razor Crest sitting in a strange manâs lap.
Well, not in his lap⌠but might as well be.
You wanted to drive. After all, it is your bike, which was thankfully undamaged enough to still ride at lower speeds, but he didnât exactly give you a choice⌠You press back against his chest, sneaking a sharp glance to the left and right, gulping at how blasted thick and strong his arms that have you caged in areâŚ
Boba Fett.
At least you now have his name.
Itâs the very least you should know, considering your current intimate positioning.
Bobaâs hand releases the bikeâs handle- grips your shoulder to steady your body as you turn-
Stars-
Stars this is so awkward and you want to fling yourself to the ground you donât care how fast youâre going-
But if you did that, Noodles would have to go too, since heâs squatted on the seat in front of you, your arms wrapped tightly around his body to keep him from jumping off at high speeds. And no matter how much youâre willing to potentially threaten your own life, you draw the karkinâ line at endangering animals.
Noodles glances back at you, tongue flapping in the wind, as if to say thank you kind maâam for the hug.
âŚ
âŚ
The sky is pitch black, the air cool, biting, by the time you arrive at Peliâs hanger. Almighty stars, it feels like centuries since you last saw⌠there!
The Razor Crest!
You canât believe youâre actually home!
You pause.
Home?...
âŚhuh.
Stars, you can almost imagine⌠Din. Standing at the base of the ramp. Head angled at you as you run forward, holding the baby-
âŚthe baby. Din. Cara. Pablo. Kark.
You⌠you need to hurry.
âLet me find someone before you go inside-â you yank off your gloves, toss them aside- âand your armor should be inside the ship⌠somewhere- I guess-â
A shrill squeak rips the rest of the words from your lips.
âBaby!â you gasp. You rush forward, crumpling to your knees. âHey, little fella!â Your voice shoots ten octaves high as you squeeze, squish the little guy to your chest.
âHey, hey-â you whisper, rubbing his head as his little squeaks intensify.
Crying.
Heâs⌠crying-
âI know, I know.â
Kriffing hells.
âYouâve been alone too long.â
Damn it, damn it.
Youâre going to cry. Donât cry donât cry donât cry.
âBut youâre not alone now, hmm?â You pull back, force a cheesy grin to stretch across your face. âSee? Iâm back. Did Peli take good care of you?â
âAHHHH!â
You press the baby close- spin-
â4PO!â Peli screeches, racing around the side of the Crest. âMASSIFF DOG! PROTECT US!â
The droid hobbles around- stops-
<sensing potential threat>
âŚ
<commencing deactivation protocol>
âŚ
âOh, kriffing hellsâŚâ
You glance over at the hanger door, locating the deadly NoodlesâŚ
âŚall four legs in the air as Boba pats his belly.
He gives you a bare hint of a smile.
âExcellent.â
----------------------------
 âHandsome little mister,â you sing, grinning ear-to-ear. âGotta look snazzy to go rescue Daddy, hmm?â
The baby just stares at you, clearly unimpressed with his new threads.
âCome now. Iâm the fun parent,â you laugh, straightening his little suspenders. âTell you what, if you donât like it by tomorrow-â you sit down beside him- âI promise I wonât make you wear it again. Weâll try something else I bought you in town.â
The baby grabs a sock off the table- throws it to the ground with a scream.
âOkay.â You quirk a brow. âWe hate socks today, thatâs fine.â You lean forward, pressing a quick kiss against his head.
The babyâs grabby hands reach up, begging to be held. Without hesitation, you lift him up and place him down in your lap.
âThat nice man should be finished dressing soon,â you absentmindedly mumble, twisting your eyes to watch Peli buzz around the back of the hanger. âAnd then weâre going to- oh.â
A little tug around your neck pulls your attention back down-
The baby- heâs tugging on the twine of your necklace.
âAh,â you chuckle, pulling the pendant out from beneath your shirt.
âYou want to look?â
He stares up at you, into your eyes.
âŚ
âŚ
-pressure-
âŚ
you feelâŚwarm pressure-
âŚ
it dusts againstâŚ
âŚ
Itâs⌠itâs likeâŚ. somethingâs pressing against a- a membraneâŚ
âŚ.
-pressure-
âŚ
-a thick membrane in your mind and-
âŚ
w-what- is-?
Body trembling, you press back-
the membrane slips and- and-
âŚ
âMother?â
You gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth.
Who..? Wh-what just-?
Something dusts your hand, and you jolt in your seat- eyes shifting downâŚ
âŚ
âWas⌠was that you?â you whisper, eyes blasting wide open.
The baby only giggles.
âŚ
âŚ
Oh kriff.
âŚ
You flop back in the chair, stare up at the sky.
âIs this a⌠force thing?â
Youâre speaking to yourself more than anythingâŚ
âHoly kark,â you groan, slapping your hands across your eyes. ââŚThese kinds of powers are beyond my pay gradeâŚ.â
Dank Ferrik, you knew you should have paid closer attention to your motherâs lessons⌠She was as close to an expert on the force as any Jedi, you suppose... Was it your fault you would rather be with your dad, learning how to effectively hit your siblings with stick spears? Mama damn near bored you to death with her long lectures of âlight side energy.â
âŚWhatever that means.
See? You should have paid attention, Dank Ferrik!
The baby tugs on your necklace again.
You blink.
-pressure-
This time, you let the membrane slip right away.
âYou are Mother?â
You just⌠stare.
âFeel force.â
âŚ
âI, uhâŚâ
âFeel her.â
âŚ
His⌠his question-
Are you a Mother?
âŚ
Emotion scalds the back of your throat.
âŚ
âYesâŚâ
He⌠he feels her.
âThis⌠this belonged to my little girl.â
The necklace-
âŚHe feels her.
âA-and mine. And my fatherâs.â Your voice softens, affection dusting each and every word. âGoing back generations.â
Swallowing down the lump, the ache squeezing in your chest, you force a tight smile.
-the warmth brushes against your mind-
-you open up- let him back in-
âŚ
âGrogu.â
âŚ
You blink-
âGrogu?â
He bursts into little squeals.
âIs that your name, Bean Dip? Grogu?â
The little toothy grin he flashes you is the only confirmation you need. Matching his grin with one of your own, you laugh- pull him close.
âCan I still call you Bean Dip sometimes?â you ask.
He doesnât answer- instead grabs at your necklace again, studying it intently.
You can only⌠smile at his interestâŚ
You⌠remember Valera doing the very same thing⌠grabbing at it- sticking it in her mouth- drooling all over it-
âŚ
Hell.
âŚ
âŚ
âHey, hey, Grogu-â your voice wavers- you clear your throat- âYou know⌠Iâm- Iâm always losing things.â
Deep breath.
âWould you mind⌠keeping this for me?â
You slip the necklace over his head, letting it fall loose. You reach out, pat it against his belly.
���yes.
For the time beingâŚ
âŚthis is where it belongs.
Ignoring your welling ache, you force another tight smile.
âI think-â you give the necklace a few short tugs- âit completes your âletâs rescue daddyâ outfit perfectly.â
âŚHe agrees.
âHoly Mudslug!â Peliâs yelp tears at your attention. âLook at âem!â
You glance up-
-and your stomach squeezes.
âŚ
Oh.
Oh no.
âŚ
Mandalorian.
âŚ
âFett!â you bark, setting the baby down. You leap to your feet, stomp to the bottom of the ramp.
âYou mean to tell me that youâre a Mandalorian?â You stare up at Boba defiantly, feet set apart and hands thrown on your hips. âAnd you just⌠forgot to mention that?â
Dank Ferrik! When Boba said âarmor,â you assumed it was, like, biking armor or something.
âŚ
But Beskar?
âŚWellâŚnow you understand why he wanted it back so badlyâŚ
Boba doesnât react to your little outburst- just⌠crosses his wrists in front of him, staring down at you with that damn unreadable visor.
âOh! Great! Another Mandalorian,â Peli grumbles, sweeping past you, a broom gripped in her hand. âYou know, my hanger was the safest place on Tatooine-â she shakes her broom at Boba- âuntil you Mandalorians started showing up!â
âPeli! Come now-â you grasp her broom, forcing her to lower it- âhow many have you even serviced? Mandalorians are practically extinct.â
âCounting yours and this green guy?â
You nod.
Peli glances up at the sky, counting on her fingers.
âTwo.â
âŚ
âBut I want him out of here!â she squawks- shoving a hand in the air at him.
âYouâll have your wish soon, maâam.â
Amusement laces Bobaâs deep tone- thank the Maker.
âAnd I am beholding to yourâŚkind hospitality.â
âWeeellll,â Peli blushes, eyes darting around at the ground. âI- I guess itâs fine if you stay- but not much longer!â
Peli shoots you a glare and snatches her broom back from your hands. She jabs her thumb at the ship. âWatch him; heâs a big -un.â
âŚ
Sigh.
âŚ
Twisting back around, you frown at Boba's darkened visor.
âI thought Mandalorians didnât show their faces?â
-a sharp huff.
âNever said I was one.â
You blink.
âThen⌠the armorâŚ?â
âMandalorians are complicated, Princess.â
âŚWhat the hecking Hutt does that mean? Is he or isnât he one?
âŚoh.
âŚforget it.
Crossing your arms, you shift your weight to one leg.
âWell, what now?â
âMy contact has informed me that your friends are to be taken to a location out in the desert- unsure why.â Boba hulks down the ramp, patting your shoulder as he passes by.
âStars!â you groan, pulling your hat down low.
This⌠canât be good.
DinâŚ
Just⌠hold on, Din.
âI have the coordinates.â Loading his belt with charges, Boba steals a quick glance at you- noting your expression. âDonât worry, little one,â he chuckles. âWeâll have your babysitter back in one piece shortly.â
âI can assure you,â you huff, a small smile teasing at the corner of your mouth. âI donât need a babysitter.â
âUndoubtably.â
You release a pained sigh, flick your hat back out of your face.
âWell then, I guess itâs time to-â movement draws your attention; you turn just in time to watch Grogu slide the remaining pile of socks to the ground- ââŚgo.â
âHey, if youâre leaving-â Peli stalks forward, cleaning her hands with a rag. âI guess that means I wonât see the rest of you again, huh?â
You give Peli a wry smile.
Peli sighs, slaps the side of your arm.
âDo me a favor then.â
She scurries away, muttering under her breath.
âŚ
âUhhh⌠Peli?â
She turns back around the corner, arm motioning at something hidden behind a stack of crates.
âCome on- donât be shy.â
âŚ
Oh, hell no-
âIâve decided to make the ultimate sacrifice-â Peli pushes 4PO forward- âand gift 4PO here as a parting gift-â
âNo.â
-âto Pablo.â
âOh.â
âŚ
Peli leans into you- covers her mouth with a hand.
âI think the two of them really bonded.â
âŚ
âPeli-â you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting into laughter- âI would be more than happy to present to Pablo 4PO on your behalf.â
âOh ho! Fantastic!â Peli cackles, clapping her hands together. âDroid, get on up that ramp!â
4PO shakes- falls prostrate on the ground.
âŚ
âŚ
Youâre beginning to relate a little too much to this droid.
âŚ
----------------------------
âIâll tie you up, Princess.â
âNo!â You rush after Boba, pulling your blaster from its holster. âIâm going too! You canât-â
âYou want to help?â snaps Fettâs contact, a helmeted woman named Fennec. âThen stay out of our way.â
You sneer. âHow about I-â
âPrincess-â
Boba turns on his heel, grips your shoulder.
âStay with the ship.â His tone is hard, biting. âAnd stay in this cave.â
âŚ
âDo I make myself clear?â
âŚ
Your mouth opens⌠closes.
PleaseâŚ
Please just let me come.
But Boba is not the kind of man to relent to a pair of pleading eyes- he reaches out, nudges your chin with his knuckles.
âKeep your commlink on-â his voice is⌠softer, but nowhere near sympathetic- âand keep it close.â
And then just like that-
Theyâre gone, blasting away across the sand dunes.
Leaving you all alone in eerieâŚ
Silence.
âŚ
Corellian hells.
You crumple to the ground, your face buried in your hands. You inhale sharply, squeezing your eyes tightly closed in a poor attempt to keep from absolutely losing it.
âŚ
A fight to the death.
A fight to the death-
What if-
What if they donât get there in time? What if someoneâs already dead? Stars! Pablo is all bark and no bite- heâll be the first to croak! And- and Cara- and Din, kark⌠damn it, damn it, damn. IT-
âARG!â You leap to your feet, snarling up at the rising twin suns, as if they were somehow to blame for your mess.
Stay behind?
âŚ
You blink.
Stay behind, your ass.
With one final glare, you spin around- marching back inside the mouth of the cave. You rush past Bobaâs own starship- making a direct path towards the Razor Crest.
âGrogu!â you yelp, racing inside the belly of the Crest. âIâve got to go, baby. Stay in this ship-â you fling open the Mandalorianâs storage unit packed with weapons- âand do absolutely nothing.â
Chewing on your lower lip, you let your eyes graze across Dinâs pride and joys-
What the hell do some of these even do?
Which should you-
âŚ
Oh.
You⌠youâve seen that one before.
âŚ
Your hand hesitates, then snatches the rifle from the rack.
â4PO-â you bark, loading your pockets with ammo. âKeep the ship on lockdown. You can manage that, hm?â
<lockdown protocol prevents killers from boarding.>
âThatâs kind of the point of a lockdown,â you grumble, slamming the storage doors shut.
<excellent. your request is acceptable.>
You spin around on your heel, looking for-
âGrogu.â
There he is- sound asleep, little face buried against the Massiffâs belly-
-and your pendant clenched tightly in his hand.
âŚ
Stay.
You should⌠stay for him.
If- if something happens to Din, he will need you.
âŚ
He needs⌠he needs-
-hold on.
âŚ
âŚRumbling?
The ground outside the ramp is⌠rumbling- pebbles and loosened dirt sprinkling down from the caveâs ceiling.
Somethingâs flying overhead.
This⌠canât be good-
With a miserable groan, you start forward, pausing just before the exit.
You glance back-
âWeâll all be back soon, Grogu, I promise.â You stare at the sleeping childâs form. He doesnât so much as even stir at your words.
âAnd I mean all of us.â
âŚ
âI promise.â
âŚ
And with one final breath, you run down the ramp- the baby left behind, cocooned within the belly of his home.
Dashing forward, you emerge from the mouth of the cave just in time to catch fleeting sight⌠ofâŚ
âŚ
-a hitch, a catch in your breath.
âŚ
âŚ
Damn it.
âŚ
âŚ
Th-the symbol on that ship-
You⌠you only caught a brief glimpse, butâŚ
âŚ
Shit.
âŚ
Nok.
Kriffing Nok is here?
You- you have to leave Tatooine.
-kriffing now.
âŚ
If- if you take your speederbike, leave immediately, y-you could take a shuttle andâŚ
âŚ
âŚ
Leave?
âŚBut-
But if you leave againâŚ
Heart squeezing- shredded into a thousand fraying strands, you glance back at the mouth of the cave.
âŚ
âŚ
Running away doesnât solve anything, Starlight.
âŚ
âŚ
Kark it.
âŚ
Youâre done running.
This time, you fight.
âŚ
Youâre not leaving Tatooine without your boys.
âŚ
âŚ
---------------------------
-BOOM-
You slam on your speederbikeâs breaks, the bike groaning against the force. You waste no time in shutting it off, launching from the seat before itâs even fully stopped.
-BLAST-
Dank ferrik dank ferrik dank ferrik-
-BLAST-
-BLAST-
Growling through your teeth, you push forward, rifle held in a death grip against your side.
âGunna try and kill my Mandalorian?â you snarl. âAnd my friends? Oh, I think the hell not, Thall. Eat blaster dust!â
You skid to a stop- boots sliding within inches of anâŚ. uh, extraordinarily high descent.
Dropping to your knees, you peer over the edge of the cliff, peer at the canyon floor far, far down below.
Whatâs going on?
Where-?
You gasp, pressing a hand to your mouth.
Holy Kowakian monkey lizard!
Your eyes widen, watching as flamethrowers and blaster bolts and bodies fly and fling and throw-
Those who arenât sprawled out on the ground karkinâ dead are certainly about to be karkinâ dead. The crowds- the pleasure barges- Thall- are long gone, no doubt fled when extra firepower arrived in the form of a pissed-off Boba Fett and co.
In fact, to you, it looks like theyâve just about wiped the canyon clean.
Holy Huttslug! You purse your lips. They didnât leave anyone for you, darn it.
Ah well.
Grumbling beneath your breath, you lay out flat on your stomach. You knock your hat back, positioning the scope of the rifle against your eye.
âDin!â you laugh, watching as he stabs a Weequay in the chest. âGet âem, baby! Oh my gosh GET HIM! Hell YEAH!â
Reaching down into your pockets, you retrieve the extra ammo- loading the rifle with-
âAyyeeaaaaa!â
You gasp, and you peer back through the scopes, zooming in to watch as your friends⌠whoop and cheer.
Oh, they did it! They actually blasted did it!
A grin cracks across your face, your anxiety pushed to the back of your mind for the time being. Because for now? Â
THEY BLASTED DID IT!
Giggling, you pull up your knees, prepared to leap up and-
âŚWait a minute- who is that? Heâs not-
-you freeze.
âŚ
Oh.
âŚ
Oh no.
Hissing through your teeth, you drop to your belly, press the scopes against your eye. There- Nok- approaching the group. He stops- stands several yards away from your friends.
âŚ
Nok⌠what the hell is he doing here? That slimy Huttscum! Shavit! Just⌠shavit! What does that- that spiteful man want?
âŚ
âCrink it!â You smash your fist against the ground. âBlast!â
This is bad. Really, really bad.
âŚ
Theyâre- theyâre all talking together. His hands are up now- What- what are they saying?
Kark
Kark!
What- what do you- oh kriff oh kriff-
You pull your twitching eye away from the scope- glance down at your belt.
âŚan idea.
âFett,â you mumble into the communicator. âNo questions- turn on your comm.â
You watch Boba through the scopes- he does not scan his surroundings, does not try and look around for you. He just⌠reaches up, taps his helmet.
-static- â-not here ..r you.â
Nokâs voice is faint, hard to make out. You curse, turning up the commâs volume as loudly as it will allow.
âWhat do you want?â
You jump at Dinâs voice, cutting in loud and clear through your comm channel. Biting your lip, you are frozen with panic and fear and oh blast what should you do Nok will ruin everything what do you do-?
âŚ
Kriff!
You press, squeeze your eyes closed-
You⌠you canât go back.
Your lower lip trembles.
âŚYou canât go back!
âŚ
âDonât shoot the messenger. I donât particularly want to be here either, but I wasnât exactly given a choice,â Nok answers Din. âIâm here to present to you an offer.â
No- no you trust nothing coming from Nok- nothing!
â âŚWhat kind of offer?â
Oh stars. With a sharp inhale of air, you raise, hover your scopes just above their heads, watching, listening-
âThereâs a woman youâve been traveling with. If you hand her over into my care-â Nok sighs, leans to one side as if bored- âyou will be compensated generously in return for your cooperation.â
Oh-
Oh stars- NO!
Youâre not going back to Nar Shaddaa. You canât-
Nok- he needs to shut up-
Shut up before he ruins everything!
âRequest- denied.â  The Mandalorianâs tone is⌠hell- he might kill this man himself. âHow much-â he steps forward- âhow much to call off the hunters you have on her?â
Nok just chuckles.
âYou mean my patron? My patron is not the one who called the hunters on her ⌠Believe me, Iâd enjoy nothing more than watch her hunted down, personally. But my patron is⌠concerned for her. Wishes to shield her. And, alas, I am at his beck and call.â
âYour patron?â you snarl, tightening the grip on your rifle. You hover it just above Nokâs head. âYour patron can eat Banthashit, Nok, and you along with him. Iâm not. going. back. Especially not with you.â
âWhat makes you think that Iâd agree to this?â The Mandalorianâs tone is⌠dangerously calm.
âYou can keep running, but she will be tracked down eventually,â Nok chuckles, clearly amused by all this- this mess youâre in- the kriffing creep. âThis isnât going away, Mandalorian.â
Hell-
Youâre so⌠tempted to shoot him before he talks, blabs and ruins everything! Din- kark!- your past, it would ruin everything. Heâd⌠heâd be disgusted and⌠and-
âThis isnât your problem, Mandalorian,â Nok sighs.
ââŚHer problems-â the Mandalorianâs hand inches towards his blaster- âare my problems.â
You blink.
âŚStars.
âYou really donât have any idea what this involves, do you?â Nok laughs- brighter than you ever thought him capable of. How comforting to know your predicament brings him so much blasted joy. Maker knows the man is miserable otherwise.
Nok takes a step forward.
âYou may know who she is, but itâs clear you donât know what she is.â
Shut up shut up shut up.
Nokâs going to ruin everything. Din will- he will⌠damn it. Youâre going to burst-
âMy patron had hoped we could do this the clean, easy way. Avoid future bloodshed.â
âŚ
The Mandalorian takes a slow, deliberate step forward.
âThatâs where you were mistaken.â
He draws his blaster-
âBecause not only would I die for her-â he points the weapon at Nok- âIâd kill.â
You pull away from your scope, mouth gaping open.
You- you never realizedâŚ
âŚ
But⌠of course thatâs how he feels.
âSo, you go back to your patron-â the Mandalorian reholsters his weapon, his tone cool, even- âand you tell him that.â
Nok shakes his head, sighs. âWell, only if you promise to tell her I look forward to seeing her again very soon⌠in the latest fashion of prison restraints.â
The Mandalorian storms forward- drawing his weapon- Nok draws his-
They freeze- stare at each other.
âOh great, she really has you under her thumb, doesnât she?â Nok snorts, waving his weapon to the side. âYou should reconsider. Sheâs selfish, you know. Sheâll throw you aside as soon as she no longer needs you. Never cared about anything or anyone except herself and that little brat of hers.â
He chuckles- leans forward-
âLetâs just say it was hilarious irony âŚ
âŚwhat happened to the little girl.â
âŚ
âŚ
Hilarious ironyâŚ
âŚ
Hilarious irony-
âŚ
Hilarious-
Red flashes- flashes in your eyes-
âŚ
âŚ
You- youâre-
âŚ
âŚHilarious irony.
âŚ
âŚ
The dam holding back your terror and grief and furyâŚ
Erupts-
âŚ
See you in hell, bastard.
âŚ
You pull the trigger.
âŚ
And you donât miss.
Shouting- shouting from down below-
Damn it- they⌠they canât find you here! You need to go!
With a sharp inhale of breath, you aim your rifle sights at a safe, yet convincing, distance from your friends, and-
-BLAST-
-BLAST-
-BLAST-
âTake cover!â
And at Caraâs muffled cry, you stumble up to your feet⌠and run.
Oh Maker, how are you- yipes! Jetpack- you hear a jetpack! Go-
GO!
Pressing a hand to your mouth, you choke back the sob, the howl threatening to tear from your lips. Flinging yourself across the speederbike, you ignore the warning tremors of the damaged bike, blasting across the dunes and away from the scene of your crime.
âŚ
But youâre not finished yet.
You have to find Nokâs ship.
Wipe the computers.
Dump it out in the desert to rot.
âŚ
But⌠but before itâs wiped⌠thereâs something you must take from the starshipâs computersâŚ
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<tier 1 security clearance code request>
-security code: 345-453
<security clearance code APPROVED>
<drellik computer archives accessed>
<how may i assist you?>
-begin download on all encrypted data filed under: valera dayne
<tier 3 security clearance code request>
-security code: starlight-2171
<security clearance code APPROVED>
<file download estimated between 1 and 3 standard hours to completion. commence with download?>
-yes
<command accepted. please enjoy our selection of jazz instrumentals while we select your files>
-have i not suffered enough today?
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âWHERE have you BEEN?â
You lift your dry, burning eyes, spying Pablo- baby on his hip and Massiff at his heels- rushing down the ramp of the Crest.
âWeâve been searching hours for you!â He pulls you into a one-armed hug. The Massiff- Noodles, you suppose- not one to be left out of the fun, wiggle-butt dances around you for 3.5 seconds until heâs distracted by a moth.
âStars,â you groan, every achy muscle and bruise throbbing at Pabloâs touch. You open your mouth to say something, but a sharp squeak steals those words from your lips.
You glance down.
âLittle fella.â Flashing a tired smile, you reach out, taking the babbling child from Pabloâs hip. âSee? I told you weâd be back!âÂ
He stares up at you- giggles, and your tired smiles warms. The kid didnât need the force to communicate with you this time. You know- can feel- what heâs feelingâŚ
Heâs⌠heâs really, really glad youâre back.
âWell, looks like youâre all in one piece, Bean Dip.â You quirk a brow, reaching out to stroke Groguâs ear. âA miracle, if youâve been in Pabloâs care all dayâŚâ
âThe hell, Sweetheart?â Pablo throws his hands on his hips. âIs that the thanks I get? Iâve done nothing today but wipe up drool, chase after the kid, clean up after him- oh, and that thing?â
He glares at Noodles- busy running laps around Fettâs starship and howling at dust particles.
âIt shit on the floor.â
Heh.
Good dog.
âLook Pablo, we can fuss about that later,â you sigh, legs trembling with exhaustion. You pull the baby closer, his presence a⌠comfort⌠A comfort you need right now as things are about to getâŚuh, complicated.
âYou said⌠everyoneâs out searching for me?â
âAll day practically.â Pablo crosses his arms. âMando was hell-bent on finding you before sundown⌠which is just about now, coincidentally.â
You swallow back the lump in your throat.
âI⌠I see.â
âŚ
âWhat- what happened-â you bite your lip- âafter my bike⌠kaboomed?â
Pablo huffs, flashes you a look. âThe cameras following your bike cut immediately. And Thall refused to let us go rescue you and said heâd send his own men instead⌠which, uh, the Mandalorian did not take well⌠to put it mildly.â
You grit your teeth.
Thall- you scumbag.
âMando annihilated half his security team, and-â Pablo shrugs- âaccording to that Fett guy, you know the rest of the story. With their help, we demolished Thallâs men- we didnât die- and now youâre back! Overall, a successful trip to Tatooine, I supposeâŚâ
âŚ
Dank FerrikâŚ
That⌠look he just gave you. Heâs⌠holding back about Nok, about the- the things he said. Maker! You- keep it together.
Keep it together for the-
âKaârâika?â
You whirl-
âDin, I-â
-youâre swept up.
His arms clutch, grab at your body like you might disappear, float away, if he dared let go.
âNer Kaârâika.â
His voice is hoarse⌠strained.
You bury your grimace against his chest.
Stars stars stars! What- does he suspect? What does he think of you after- after Nokâs⌠rantings?
You-
You canât do this-
You canât do this!
You lift your free hand, and shove at his chest. Din jolts, tears back, and the comfort of his hold slips away, leaving your body abandoned and starving for warmth.
Youâve startled him. Heâs giving you that little head-tilt, the one he uses when he canât quite figure you the kriff out.
âDin.â You force a light-hearted tone, adjusting the baby against your hip. âUh, hi.â
âŚ
He pauses, then dips his helmet forward- scanning your grungy appearance up and down. Keeping his left hand stiff against his side- he reaches up with the other, presses the gloved hand against your cheek.
âLook at me.â
You swallow- staring at anything but his visor.
He tentatively, carefully turns your face- inspecting the flowering bruises.
âAre you okay?â
âŚ
âNothingâs broken.â You swallow again. âIâll live.â
âKidâs built of tough stuff.â
Your eyes widen, shoot to the right-
Boba.
Kark- he knows- he knows you were at the canyon. He⌠he answered your comm. Of course he knows! Did he tell?
âShe launched a hundred feet into the air and was up and fighting Jawas within the hour.â
You flash him a faint smile. âI landed on my hard head.â You grip Dinâs hand still pressed to your cheek, drawing it away.
âGood to see you in one piece, Blazing Womprat,â Cara chuckles, unstrapping a rifle from her side. âWhich is truly astounding after some of those insane stunts you pulled.â She steps forward, stops beside Pablo. âPablo almost passed out from cheering too hard.â
âThat was nothing.â You canât resist the self-satisfied smirk that flicks up at the corner of your mouth. âYou should see me-â
â-on a swoopbike.â
You stare at Din.
âWhere have you been?â
Kriff, you knew the question would come eventually. You⌠hope your story checks out- that Boba doesnât ruin things.
You place the baby down, letting him toddle across the ground towards Pablo.
âI decided to go a bit outside the cave, check around, you know?â Shaky breath. âOne of Thallâs transports spotted me- recognized me⌠So, I, uh, took the bike out, far, far away from the Crest, as fast as I could in its damaged state, hoping to keep it⌠hidden.â Trembling hands in pockets. âWorked great until I got turned around. Took me a while to find my way back.â
âŚdo they believe you?
Your eyes sweep across their faces- their shoulders relaxing...
They believe you.
âŚ
But⌠then thereâs Boba, and possibly Fennec. You- you need to talk to them.
âWell,â Pablo sighs. âWhat a way to spend the day⌠So, what now?â
âWeâve talked it over-â
You turn to Din.
âFor tonight, we stay in this cave. Lay low. Analyze the situation tomorrow.â
Heavy sigh.
You⌠canât argue with that. Laying low- resting⌠For one night, you need it. You need it desperately.
âSounds like bedtime,â Pablo sighs, already blazing a path for the Crest. You watch, blinking, as the rest follow suit, each leaving for their respective ships.
âPablo,â you call out, voice traced with exhaustion. âTake Noodles inside.â
âThe hell?â
âMy dog.â
ââŚNo way! That thing is not sleeping in-â
âNoodles!â Cara calls, laughing as the dog highspeed races up the ramp.
âYour dog?â
You turn at Dinâs rasp-
Stars⌠you want to cry at the stiffness, the rigidity in his body⌠You know you caused it, butâŚ
âItâs going to eat bad people for me on Keolith.â
âŚ
He just grunts at that.
StarsâŚ
Pulling your hat low across your brows, you sigh, âGo on to bed, Mando. I- I think Iâm going to spend some time on⌠Fettâs shipâŚâ
You need space.
âŚ
You need space to think.
âŚ
âAnd maybe⌠maybe stay the night.â
The Mandalorianâs arms drop.
âŚ
âŚ
âŚ
ââŚâŚOkay.â
âŚ
And just like that, heâs scooped the child up into his arms- trudging away towards the Razor Crest, cape fluttering at his heels.
âŚ
Damn it.
You stare at the Crest.
âŚ
That⌠came out wrong.
âŚ
âŚ
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âPrincess,â Boba smirks, lifting a glass as you walk through the door.
You discovered Boba and Fennec where you expected- sitting in the cockpit of his ship⌠as if they knew you were coming.
âNo thanks.â You throw your hands on your hips. âWe need to talk.â
Something flies at your head- you catch it.
Opening the palm of your hand, you gawk down at-
âNext time,â Boba chuckles, âdonât leave your commlink at the scene of a hit job.â
âŚ
âOh.â
You swallow.
âOops?â
âNice shot.â Fennec smirks. âAnd here I thought you were inexperienced.â
âŚ
You are inexperiencedâŚ
âLucky first-time assassination, is all.â A pang knocks against your chest cavity. âBeginnerâs luck?â
Oh stars, stop trying to be cute. Nowâs not the time- youâre having a mental crisis for Makerâs sake-
âThank you for not saying anything,â you mumble, eyes flicking between Boba and Fennec. âIt⌠would have put me in an awkward position.â
âŚ
You bite your lower lipâŚ
Just blurt it out.
âBoba,â you sigh, âwhy are you helping me?â
âŚ
Arms pressed against his thighs, Boba leans forward.
âJust fulfilling my end of the deal.â
Something⌠flicks in his eyes- the first time youâve seen his mask⌠falter.
âŚoh.
âŚ
Heâs lying.
âGo, Princess-â a dust of a smile shadows his face- âyouâre with the wrong Mandalorian tonight.â
âŚHeâs right.
And with a deep grimace, you head for the door-
âI would have shot him too-â
You glance back at Boba.
â-if that helps you.â
You flash him a small smile.
âŚ
It doesâŚ
âŚ
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âWhereâs⌠uh, Mando?â you ask, head popping up into the Crestâs cockpit from the ladder below.
Pablo shrugs, focused intently on his card game with Cara.
âIn his room.â Cara smashes a card on the dash- Pablo erupts into groans.
"Pay up, BabycakesâŚâ
With a roll of your eyes, you begin descending the ladder. When your feet touch the floor, you freeze- overwhelmed, paralyzed with⌠anxiety?
Damn it⌠itâs⌠just MandoâŚ
Just⌠do it!
Pursing your lips, you march past a prostrate 4PO with a snoring Noodles- all four feet in the air- resting beside him. And with one final march forward, you find yourself right at the Mandalorianâs doorâŚ
âŚ
ââŚMando?â
knock- knock-
âUh, can I⌠come in?â
âŚ
âŚ
âItâs unlocked.â
Chewing on your lower lip, the door snaps open beneath your touch.
âŚ
âDin?â you call out hesitantly, sticking your head inside.
âThought you were with Fett.â
Your eyes turn in the direction of the refresher.
âŚ
âHis⌠ship smelled weird.â
The refresher door snaps open, and Din steps out-
âBLAST!â you yelp, stumbling backwards. âWhat the hell! Whereâs your armor!?â
Dank Ferrik! Itâs- itâs like looking at the man naked! Should you, you donât know, spin away!?
Din just⌠tilts his helmet at you- rests his hands at the waist of his flight suit.
âI donât sleep in my armor.â
âŚoh.
You lean back against the closed door, listening as Din shuffles around the room.
Kriff! What do you say? ⌠Why isnât he saying anything? Oh gosh oh gosh-
âWhereâs the baby?â you blurt, beginning to turn towards him. âIs he- OH-â
ARM REVEAL.
âŚ
OH SHIT.
SHIT.
KRIFFING GUNS-FOR-DAYS.
âI put him down in the bunk.â
âHuh?â you puff, snapping your eyes away from his⌠his big-ass GUNS- oh kriff.
âThe child-â Din steps over a pile of junk to open a drawer- âhe was... fussy.â He pauses⌠hooks his thumbs on his suspenders. âI thought⌠maybe heâd sleep better near your scent.â
Oh-
Oh stop just throw you into the pits of Carkoon will you.
Shoulders slumping forward, you groan inwardly- using every bit of your determination to not bolt right out the door.
Oh kriff, you hate this- this awkwardness. Just⌠ask him something! And for the love of all things good and holy- DONâT STARE AT HIS ARMS.
âWhat are you, uh, doing?â
âGoing to bed.â
âOh.â
âŚ
You blink.
âŚ
âOkay, goodnight-â
Flinging around, you reach for the door, but a hand, a grip on your wrist pulls you back.
âWhat are you doing?â you snap, stumbling at the motion.
âYou need a real bed.â
âSo do you.â
âI know.â
Oh.
Oh.
âŚ
Well then.
âŚ
Hell yeah.
âŚ
You let him lead you, guide you around a pile of clothing- like a shepherd leading his flock through a minefield⌠only instead of a minefield itâs Dinâs rancid room.
âŚBut thatâs an argument for another day.
Pausing at the foot of his bed- his visor trails down your legsâŚ
"Sit.â
Damn it if you wonât obey. Stars, youâre pathetic.
âDin, what are you-â
He drops to his knees- bare fingers fumbling with the laces of your dust-caked boots. You watch- fighting to keep your expression neutral as the ridiculous man begins to remove your shoes for you.
âŚYou also have to fight to not stare at his exposed arms and blasted-broad shoulders, but youâre much less successful at that partâŚ
âBest be careful, Din Djarin.â A small smirk begins to grow. âI could get really used to this kind of treatment.â
âWho was he?â
You blink.
ââŚHuh?â
âThat-â Dinâs fingers pause- âthat man.â
 Your mouth pops open at his⌠vehemency.
âBoba?â You quirk a brow down at him.
Blast- what does Din⌠what does Din think?
He remains⌠silent, removing your second boot without a word.
âThat man you kissed,â he puffs.
You blink⌠oooooohhhâŚ.
Leaning to your side, you pick at a loose thread on the bed. âHeâs a⌠friend.â
âLooked like more than a friend,â the grumble slips beneath his helm. He stands, flicks a hand at you.
âGet out of those clothes.â
Thank the Maker- a topic change!
With a heavy sigh, you march yourself over to his drawers. You didnât have to ask- youâre well beyond the asking stage.
âMando?â you toss over your shoulder. âUmâŚWhatâs your favorite color?â
âŚ
âRed.â
âŚ
You can do red.
Snatching a scarlet flannel from the drawer, you slam it shut- sweeping into the refresher to change. As you remove your grimy clothes, you stare in the mirror at the scars- the marks on your forearm.
âYou know, Mando,â you shout through the closed door, forcing your eyes away from the baggage of your past. âDo you ever wonder what your life would be like if the world hadnât imploded under your feet as a kid? I know I do.â
Talking comes easier when you canât see himâŚ.
âŚ
Footsteps⌠shuffling⌠drawers opening and closing-
âWorking my fatherâs tradeâŚâ Silence. âHe was⌠a carpenter.â
Your fingers pause mid-buttoning. âSounds⌠peaceful.â Unlike bounty hunting, goes unsaid.
âI think-â you reach for a towel- âthat Iâd have left Sularia, for sure. As much as I loved itâŚâ
As much as you miss itâŚ
ââŚThere wasnât much to do in the mountains except get married, have kids, chase kids, heard animals, shovel snow, fucking yodel⌠you get the picture.â
The door snaps open, and you press the side of your face against the doorframe. âIâve always craved excitement, much to my parentâs displeasureâŚâ
There he is- Din- sitting on the side of the bed⌠watching you.
He tilts his head forward- leans against his thighs. âIâd say you found yourself that excitement,â he snorts.
Understatement of the year.
Aches mixing with your exhaustion, you release a pained groan as you ease next to him on the bed. Body sinking in on itself, you brush, lean against his side.
Safe.
Safe.
Safe.
âWill you leave us again?â
His voice is but a whisper.
 âIf I left-â you lift your chin, flashing him a small smile- âIâd have to buy my own flannels.â
Silence.
âŚ
He reaches out, tugs on your flannel sleeve.
âCanât have that.â
âŚ
âGo to sleep.â
A weary smile dusts your lips.
Yes, sir.
âŚ
Scrambling up to the head of the bed, you shove your legs beneath the blankets and flop over to face the wall. Burying deep beneath them, you squeeze your eyes shut.
Blankets lift-
Weight on the mattress-
Heavy sigh-
Blankets pull and drop.
âŚ
Oh kriff, heâs right behind you⌠Guess thatâs how sharing a bed worksâŚ
âŚ
Oh kark it.
You blink at the wall.
âŚ
Time to make things weird.
âRoll over!â you shout, flinging up out of the bed. Din jolts back- startled by your outburst.
âW-what-?â He pulls the blankets up to his neck.
âMOVE!â
You yank on his arm- forcing him to roll over.
You canât help but giggle as he obliges.
See? You donât have to spend all night worrying about accidently touching him if youâre already touching him.
Life hack.
Now that Dinâs properly flopped over and facing you in the bed, you crawl back under the blankets. You tug on his exposed arm- snaking it across your middle. You wiggle backwards until your back is pressed, squashed against his chest.
âŚ
âŚ
âDin?â
âŚ
âŚ
âYeah?â
âŚ
âŚ
âŚ
âThis okay?â
âŚ
âŚ
âŚ
His hand creeps up your hip, splays across your stomach.
âŚ
âYeah.â
âŚ
âŚ
âŚ
âThen loosen up.â
âŚ
âŚ
âI am loose.â
âŚ
âŚ
âGoodnight, Din.â
âŚ
âŚ
âGoodnight, Kaârâika.â
âŚâŚâŚâŚ
âŚâŚâŚ
âŚâŚ
âŚ
âŚ
Guns-for-days holy shit-
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Hi again! Iâm the Latina!reader x Clyde nonny
Iâm sorry! (ÂĄLo siento!) for the missing info.
Letâs say reader is from the city and moved for work, and theres a bit of a lifestyle switch up/culture/fish out of water angle? Sheâs not used to the country and slower pace, and doesnât have any friends here. Yet ;)
Maybe she teaches him some Spanish, or he learns some words on his own?? She calls him âmi novioâ (lover/boyfriend) and he picks up on it?? Maybe overhearing her say something and heâs like AH I know that word!!
Fluffy smutty? Either direction or both!
Mi Novio [blurb] {Clyde Logan x latina!Reader}
author's notes: hello, hello! apologies for the delay in this fic response. but I hope this blurb was worth the wait :)
warnings: fluff. clyde attempting spanish with his thick southern accent. general cuteness.
no tw's :)
**just throwing it out there: I personally am not latina, so I can't speak for the total authenticity of this piece, but I hope I did a decent job with it.**
"Okay, now say 'Mi nombre es Clyde.'"
"Yer not makin' me say anythin' nasty, right?" His eyes narrow playfully.
"No, no. It means 'My name is Clyde.'" You laugh.
"Mi...nombre...es Clyde." He says, slowly, shaking his head at the awkward sounding country-twanged Spanish. "It sounds so much better when ya say it, darlin'."
You smile softly, reaching out to take his hand. "You'll get it, I promise."
Clyde nods, looking a bit discouraged. You find it so flattering that he wants to try and learn some of your native tongue. Having moved out here from the bustling city, you're still adjusting to life in the West Virginia country.
Everything seems to move much slower here, and you're so used to the fast-paced city life that it's been a challenge for you to slow yourself down to match the relaxed pace of the rest of the town. But, after visiting Duck Tape one night and meeting the handsome bartender, things became significantly easier for you.
Now, you're acclimating so much better with the Logan siblings help, introducing you to some of the more regular patrons of the bar. You're finally beginning to think of Boone County as home.
You look down at your watch, eyes widening when you realize how late it is.
"Oh gosh, I didn't realize how late it was. Lo siento, Clyde, I have to get up extra early for work in the morning. But, how about I swing by the trailer after my shift ends?"
He nods, giving you a small pout as you walk around the bar to give him a quick goodbye hug and kiss.
"AdiĂłs, mi novio. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."
You walk out of the bar, bell jingling against the wood door, and Clyde immediately pulls out his phone. He clicks on the Amazon app and types 'Spanish to English dictionary' into the search bar.
After calling Mellie and asking her which one he should order 'cause there were so many different options, which ended up being a whole three minutes of her chewing him out about calling her so damn late on a weekday for a non-emergency, he finally picked one out and ordered it.
He couldn't wait to find out what the hell "mi novio" meant, 'cause you've been calling him that for weeks and he still has no clue.
-
Clyde texted you the next day saying that there was some type of bar emergency that he had to deal with and apologizing (using "lo siento", which brought a smile to your face) for not being able to meet up with you.
So, you went to the bar right after your shift the day after that. Duck Tape was usually pretty quiet in the afternoons, which you liked because it gave you more chance to talk and be with Clyde uninterrupted.
When you walked into the bar, Clyde had a book held up to his face real close. The book's title was "A Spanish-to-English Dictionary for Beginners", and your heart skips a beat. He bought that book just for you?
His eyes were squinted as he tried to read the text, mouth moving slowly while he tried to pronounce some of the words.
"Buenas tardes, mi novio." You say, smiling as you hop up on a barstool. "What are you reading?"
"Hey, darlin'. Oh, uh, this? It's n-nothin'." He blushes, quickly shoving the book under the bar. "Just a lil somethin' I bought from the Amazon."
You laugh. "I saw the cover, Clyde. I can't believe you bought that just to learn Spanish."
Clyde smiles, pulling the dictionary back out.
"'Course I did, sweet pea. I wanna learn. And I've been workin' on my pronunciations all day t'day, i-if ya wanna hear 'em..."
You're beaming with happiness and pride as you nod eagerly.
"Now o' course, they ain't perfect. But, they're better than they were, I-I think."
Despite his thick accent (and him not being able to roll his r's), Clyde's pronunciation of 'Mi nombre es Clyde' and 'ÂżCĂłmo te llamas?' was pretty good.
You clap for him, unable to wipe the smile from your face as you do so. "That was really good, Clyde. I'm so proud of you!"
He blushes, smiling softly as he puts the book back under the bar.
"Thank ya. Only problem is, I still dunno what 'mi novio' means 'cause it ain't in the book. That's one of the reasons I bought the damn thing, to try and figure out what it meant, and it ain't even in there! That's what I get for buyin' somethin' on the Amazon, I guess."
The two of you laugh together for a few seconds, then you kiss the back of his hand with a smile.
"'Mi novio' means 'boyfriend.'"
Clyde nods, blushing a bit as he wipes down the bar. "I shoulda guessed that one. But it's sweet that ya call me that, I like the way it sounds."
You laugh again, reaching up to give him a quick kiss on the lips, thinking about how lucky you are to have found an amazing guy like Clyde.
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Oh my gosh I love you PLEASE (if you're comfortable with it of course đ§Ą) could I have some nsfw with top!R
Thank you đĽşđ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
Enjolrasâs moans under him always make him feel powerful. Invincible even. Like he could take on the world.
Because this is Enjolras we are talking about. The brave leader, the stoic force of justice. Enjolras, who shows the stoic and brave face to others, and melts at Grantaireâs touch. The Enjolras who let go of words as soon as Grantaire starts unbuttoning his shirt. Who eyes Grantaire with pupils dilated, mouth parted and a rosy blush over his perfectly chiselled cheeks.
Enjolras, who is now on all fours with Grantaire behind him; who arches his spine and throws his head back when Grantaireâs cock touches that spot inside him.
âFuck, R.â he says, craning his neck just a bit to look back at Grantaireâs eyes, and that expression, that wrecked expression âGrantaire lives for that face. Enjolras is getting thoroughly fucked and it shows. Grantaire angles his thrust just right, and makes Enjolras cry out again, a breathless âOh my god. Fuck, thatâs good.â
Grantaire could live here, like this, balls deep inside Enjolras, his warmth engulfing him, his tightness testing his endurance, because each time Enjolras clenches around him seeking more friction, Grantaire sees stars and almost comes right then and there.
âShit, baby. Fucking shit.â Enjolras is moving his hips now meeting his thrusts, and he is completely thrown with pleasure, and this is Grantaireâs favorite part because Enjolrasâs mouth is just filthy at this point. âAhh, fuck. Fucking love that cock, R. God. That feels perfect, baby.â Grantaire starts thrusting harder, and Enjolrasâs moan then, raw and needy, drives him wild.
âFuck, youâre hot.â says Grantaire with a mix between a moan and a sob. He runs his hands over Enjolrasâs ass, then grips his hips tightly and slams against him hard, his balls slapping against Enjolrasâs.
âIâm coming. Oh god.â is all Enjolras can say before he is moaning his lungs out, face plastered to the bed, fists clenched around the sheets.
âOh fuck.â Grantaire moans and is about to pull out but Enjolras, lifting his head a fraction from the bed, flushed red, half-lidded eyes, says âCome inside me.â and itâs spoken softly, almost inaudible, but Grantaire is so attuned to this man that he could have understood him only with that look. And he has never been able to deny Enjolras anything, so with a low moan and a tighter grip on Enjolrasâs hips, he thrusts just a couple more times and spills himself deep inside.
He stays there for a bit, regains his breath, braces himself for whatâs coming.
Because as soon as he pulls out, and he sees his come drip down Enjolrasâs ass and legs, he feels a jolt of pleasure and arousal, and he knows, he just knows, that he will be ready to go a second time in a few.
Enjolras lifts his upper body, turns his head, looks back at him, and smirks, because he knows too.
Hope this was ok????? :)
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Request for a scenario where Bokuto wakes up with his body swapped with his fem! S/Oâs!
A/N: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAâ
Answered this lovely req because one very sad anon wanted some humour!!!! This is dedicated to you sweetie!! Leggo
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FREAKY FRIDAY: Bokuto Edition.
In Which Bokuto Switches Bodies With His Fem!S/O âťď¸đŤ
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this fucking loud owl-headass mf đ
Yâall have been dating for 3 years after high school graduation and it was great
Except today. Cause it was FREAKY FRIDAY
Bokuto woke up to you screaming (in his voice) and when he saw that his body was running around the room in panic, he didnât even scream himself
Heâs really not a morning person so he doesnât really know if heâs still dreaming or not
He just sat up on the bed drowsily and watched himself run back and forth and have a panic attack
âBOKUTO WHY TF ARENT YOU FREAKING OUT!!!! IâM YOU! AND YOURE MEE!â
Mans tried to just go back to sleep because he was tired so he moved back under the covers.
When he did that he noticed his body wasnât sore like a professional athlete anymore because his muscles didnât protest!!!
Realizing this, he jumped up on the bed and started doing some Avengers battle moves because they didnât hurt as much
He jumped off the bed directing himself into your arms and you (still thinking he was bokuto and way heavier than you) you dodged him
Bokuto fell to the floor in your body
âOh my gosh sorry Bo!!! I forgot for a secondââ
KĹtarĹâs usually sore muscles only felt a little bad so he jumped right back up.
and acted like he had just withstood an earthquake
He was so short now that he took over your height and he acted like he didnât know how to walk because of it
âSo this is the view from shrimpville đ¤ ....I canât say I like it. How does my protĂŠgĂŠe Hinata do it....?â Bokuto murmured as he looked up at himself you.
âDamn Iâm really hot from this angle. You should tell me more, Y/N.â
you tried to attack him because WHY ISNT HE FREAKING OUT but Bokuto stopped you , batting his your eyelashes at him you.
Youâre thinking: so thatâs how cute I look when I make that faceeee? No wonder Bo gives me whatever I want when I do it!
He smiled
âWhoaaaaaa you stopped right away. that look really does work! I should do all the other shit I can do now seeing as I can probably get away with it as a hot girl?! Remember that time I had to pay extra at the lot but you didnât ?! Hmmm Iâm going to start with stealing my old coaches carââ
Your eyes widened while Bokuto smiled at you with your beautiful smile.
âCome here Owl head. We are switching back now.â
âYou are the owl head now! Iâm a hot girl that can do no wrong đ
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You looked for something else to throw at him and you heard your voice squeal.
âY/N, LEAVE ME ALONE I LIKE BEING A CHICK!â
You opted to throw a pillow at your dumbass boyfriend like you always doâbut forgetting how much stronger you are with Bokutoâs muscles, the pillow hit bokuto your body powerfully, and he went flying
lmaoooooo
You kept apologizing
Bokuto got up slowly and rubbed his chest where you hit him
Mid rub....he stopped.
Cue his owl genes causing his eyes to go đđ even with YOUR eyes!
Expecting to feel his normal hard pecs when he rubbed his chest, instead he felt two soft mounds
âI HAVE TITS!!!!!â
You watched him in disbelief and then felt something weird in Boâs body moving on its own.
You looked down and shrieked.
âKĹTARĹ WHY IS YOUR PENIS MOVING WHEN I DIDNâT WILL IT TO!â
âYou have my body Y/N. thatâs how my body reacts to seeing you massage your tits. Please be mature about this.â He said all pestering-like.
On instinct you threw another pillow at him but this time Bokuto dodged it, running around the room singing
âHEY HEY HEYYYY........TITTY GANG.....!â
Then he ran to the bathroom whipping his your shirt off to see them naked.
âBokuto, put my shirt back on right now!â You tried to chase after him but your short legs that Bokuto got to use locked you out faster.
You banged on the door three times and Bokuto answered it with that puppy dog face while clutching your naked breasts (on him)
He jutted out his bottom lip (your bottom lip)
âCan I keep them baaaabe? They are so perfect and they love me! Look! I already named them Fun Bag 1 and 2. Pretty please can I keep em?! With a cherry on top?!âđđź he begged as if he was asking to take home a stray dog.
that cutesy face of yours almost got you to give in AGAIN!
âNo, KĹtarĹ! And stop squeezing them like that! Your penis wonât stop twitching, it feels like Iâm fucking possessed! I hate it! Switch back with me NOW!â
Bokuto swerved around you. âNot before I get nipple piercings! Now you wonât have to feel that pain baby!â
ohhhh you were just bubbling in anger .
Bokuto tilted his head to look at you while still holding onto your boobs as if they might disappear
You were pinching the bridge of your nose looking like you were having a migraine
You kinda were
Bo shrugged and started getting ready in his clothes to leave for the day. But Once he realized how big they were he tried to slip into your clean pair of thong underwear
He was thoroughly lost and tried to stretch them out first because they appeared so small in his hand
He ripped them.
YOUR FAVOURITE THONG. đĄđĄđĄđĄ
âOh well. Guess Iâm going commando! Score!â
you had to sit down because if you jumped on your boyfriends back youâd be hurting your own back.
You thought of ways to get him to agree to switching back:
âBokuto. Akaashi wonât be friends with you anymore if youâre a random female now.â
âSure he will!!!! Iâll be able to give him your puppy dog face... he was never able to refuse that either.â He slipped your shoes on.
Grrrrrrrrr.
âWell Bo, you know Iâm not as good at volleyball so I might lose your spot on the team.â
He shrugged. âNo way! Iâll give coach my puppy dog face and say my boyfriend is sick so heâll just bench me until we feel like switching back.â He dressed you hideously and made his way to the door.
You had one more chance.
Grrrrrrrrrr x2
âOkay...... but....Bo.....if we donât switch back........................then we canât have sex.â
this fucking loud owl-headass mf slowly turned around like: wait wahhhhhhhhâ
You smirked
âYeah. Sorry. I have no idea how to work this thing đ nor do I want to. So youâll never get to be inside meâor me Uh...I guess... me inside youâerâagain!!! Unless you switch backââ
Your small body that your boyfriend was controlling slammed into his and Bokuto soaked his own chest with your tears.
Bo in your body:
âY/N!!!!! I DONâT WANT TO BE A CHICK ANYMORE! CALL AKAASHIII. IâM SORRY! SWITCH BACK WITH ME NOW!â
âââââââââââ
A/N: let the record show that I love KĹtarĹ with all my heart đ
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1/? simply because you have the most galaxy brain thoughts ever,,, what do you think would've happened if they waited until s5 to reveal sergio and andrĂŠs were (half)brothers?
i do know that when my fam started watching lcdp at first i was so put off. like i watched ep 1 and the prof creeped me out. ""berlin"" creeped me out. e v e r y o n e creeped me out. and i was cringing so hard becz of the short lived romance angle with alison parker. i literally did not watch s1 at all xcept for like sneak peeks. highlights being the scene where berlin discovers monica is alive and does his dramatic door by door thing? that was so SUSPENSEFUL even tho i had no idea what was going on. DOMINGO DE RESURECCION remains forever iconic.
2/? And OF COURSE the group bella ciao dance when they hit earth (hahah i thought the banda were actually like a "found family where they all love each other LOL") i am a SUCKER for found family. but anyhoo when i properly got intrigued was s2 when tokyo was kicked out (the music from that scene is still my favourite) it's just so dramatic..!! why am i telling u all this again? right, i haven't slept a wink and it's nearly 7 am pls forgive me if these rambles make no sense. i have a point with this.. i'm going somewhere
RIGHT. so when the fam actually rewound the ep cz i wanted to know WHY berlin did that (didn't fully realise how batsht crazy he can be), the russian roulette scene played. and pedro's acting. MAN. and like just that ep they made a point of showing us these flashbacks where sergio and andrĂŠs hug....
Hi anon! Thanks for stopping by- sorry took me a while to get back to you, will do my best to answer this string of messages (got all 4 parts)! Glad you like my thoughts XD
Firstly, I believe Andres/Sergio would be the biggest LCDP ship if the writers were evil enough to wait until s5 to reveal that theyâre brothers asdfasdf. Theyâre already the two most popular male characters anyway.Â
Itâd be especially crazy because itâs not like they tell the actors these things beforehand either. So that means thereâd probably be a Serdres vs Berlermo vs Serquel fight every 5 minutes. I mean, even if not everyone agrees on everything in the lcdp fandom, itâs the most âpeacefulâ one Iâve ever been in because no character really gets in the way of any other ship (like even with helermo and berlermo thereâs no true conflict since Andres is dead). But with Serdres in the mix?? CATASTROPHE. Everyone out here writing essays about how much of a bastard/bitch/homewrecker/motherfucker that Andres or Sergio or Martin or Raquel is. Never a momentâs peace!! so basically, a regular fandom lmao.
Then when we find out theyâre brothers, it goes from catastrophe to Apocalypse. Suddenly serquel and berlermo have the upper hand. Everyone would double down and harass the crew/cast into whateverâs going on. Plot-wise, everything is the same though, just without Andres calling Sergio âhermanito.â Fandom however, would be a minefield! And Iâm glad thatâs not the case because Iâd probably be an unfortunate serdres shippers XD No joke, my mother and I thought they were a couple in S1. So bullet dodged!
Secondly: haha, everyone creeped me out in S1 too, especially Berlin, I hated him, but thinking back, I think I mostly hated the fact that I didnât hate him as much as I should have. Iâve made peace with it now but oh boy, was he a controversial figure in my head. I actually like the professor on sight though! IDK why, maybe because I thought his plans were cool or because of Alvaroâs delivery. I was afraid of an Alison Parker romance thing too- like, I do feel like she had a storyline that got dropped, but that part was quite cringey and overall unnecessary to the plot. Same with Ariadna, which was even cringier and even Less necessary to the plot.Â
Domingo de resurrecion was iconic though yes! And even with all that said, I genuinely enjoyed parts 1 and 2 because it was so different from anything else Iâd seen. Not content wise, but maybe tonally? IDK, they were just really bold with a lot of things, like being objectively unafraid of having the protagonists (plural because all of them did LMAO) do objectively shitty things. Really kept me in suspense from beginning to end!Â
Iâm usually a big fan of found families too! The funny thing is, then banda never struck me as a âfamilyâ until season 3. In 1 and 2, I was wondering what felt different about this show; then it hit me that these people remained colleagues to the end. Like, they backstabbed each other (repeatedly) and everyone was quite selfish, and only the bonds that were already there stuck. They were the opposite of a found family LOL But I think by S3, they went down the found family route and I didnât mind because it makes quite a lot of sense for them to feel that bond after the Mint heist and almost dying/living together (and having witnessed 3 deaths together on the team). But I still doubt Berlin and Palermo were ever really part of this found family, with good reason XD
LOL the scene where Tokyo got kicked out is also among my favorites!! It was so funny and dramatic, and it was like, wow we can go anywhere with this now! Donât worry- your rambles and thoughts are always welcome :D
Iâm rolling over how you watched the Tokyo expulsion scene before the Russian Roulette scene haha. Also yes, PEDRO. Berlin may have been âcontroversialâ to me at first, but I became Pedroâs fan from day one! Also the Hug is probably what made me like Berlin (despite my determination to hate him rip) in the first place.Â
3/? ... and like now that i think about it... tokyo had real guts huh. like she KNEW berlin was close enough to el prof to know his name (fhshshs imagine if she'd heard andrĂŠs saying 'hermanito' it's unrealistic that she didn't TBH. i mean obviously they decided to make them brothers only towards the end but like in canon universe. how tf did andrĂŠs de 'i raised my bby brother since he was 12 and i'd actually die for him and his stupidly brilliant plans' fonollosa go 5 months without slipping up once and calling sergio hermanito. or like,,, i like to imagine sergio kinda gave him lots of leeway(?) sergio's a lil oblivious too but like i'm sure half of it is.. that's my dumbass older bro shut up i'm not being partial you all have city names .. andr-berlin, pass the salt. like OOF. + sergio also knew his big bro was dYiNG so like. i'm sure they were sneaking in some quality time (i hope they did đ gosh imagine if sergio really did not ever consider the possibility of andrĂŠs dying in the heist so he'd tell himself he needs to perfect the plan now & anyway he'll have enough time to spend w/ his brother post heist in philippines. and then ... that happened :/
Tokyo has guts in place of braincells you bet that sheâd do something like this, consequences be damned XD I also think itâs unrealistic for Andres not to slip up, but I have a feeling nobody besides Tokyo really tried to spy on them in private. I headcanon that Andres instead slips up and does things like ruffle Sergioâs hair or adjust his tie when other people are around. I also think Tokyo was convinced that they were a gay couple when she saw them hug XD And if Sergio never went on to tell the banda that Berlin was his brother, everyone would be giving Palermo such awkward looks after Nairobi accused him of being in love with Berlin LMAO.Â
I agree! I also imagine Sergio giving Andres leeway because heâs just so used to interacting with his brother that way haha. So either heâd go out of his way to ignore Berlin in front of everyone else or IDK, borderline telepathically communicate with him. Not even âpass the saltâ has to leave his mouth- Berlin just puts salt into his food and cuts it up for him, in front of everyone whoâs just staring like O.O
I actually do think Sergio never considered the possibility of Andres dying in the heist because he was just that confident in his own plan. Plus, Andres was probably the one person he expected to survive. And a lot of it has to do with Sergioâs attachment to him + Andresâ own habit of downplaying any illness/injury over the years, which I think is safe to believe canon. He was really in no condition to be in the heist, let alone lead it. Just the fact that he needs to take those injections is a big sign that he shouldnât be there, but Sergio didnât catch it because heâs human and blinded by faith :â) So yeah, I think Sergio was planning to spend proper time with Andres in Palawan and at Toledo, they just settled for those little moments by the fireplace.Â
4/? what always also just GETS me in the feels is that el prof was shown to be this in control creepily calm dude who is miles ahead of everyone. + in the 1st Toledo class itself we see how detached,, like how impersonal he is, how professional - choosing frickin CITY NAMES?! no 'personal relationships' ? (after recruiting his older brother, a father son pair, and war cousins... oh sergio đ he's such a frickin nerd and i love him) but like the earlier seasons really emphasised how robotic and down right COLD he can be. it still sometimes bothers me that he put the button in the car. he lead the police to his own damn brother, his blood, who took care of him and adopted him and was terminally ill and like - UGH i try to rationalise that sergio is that cold and unbothered. or that he has strict morals. but it still bothers me becz that button really sort of tipped andres' already unstable sanity. like andrĂŠs tells denver someth like you've robbed my future and after that he just seems so much more suicidal and accepting that he can't get out of the mint alive - WHY SERGIO WHY. I KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT YOU BASICALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANDRĂS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER YET BECZ IT WASN'T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT BUT WHYYYYY
Thatâs so funny to me too LMAO No personal relationships, then he recruits these guys. Sergio, hello?? Also canât forget how he just recruited his own girfrleind in the second heist too. Buddy! Love this nerd.
I donât think that cold aspect of Sergio went away in later seasons either; he just had more opportunity to show a more open side of himself + without Andres, he had to metaphorically leave his comfort zone without a safety net. But in earlier seasons, he really did seem heartless at times XD Then again, we can argue that the same goes for Andres.
To be fair, I didnât feel sorry for Andres over the button thing lol, but once the brothers reveal happened and all of Alvaro/Pedroâs headcanons came out and we know everything Andres did for Sergio, it makes what Sergio did REALLY harsh. We really just have to explain it through Sergioâs strict morals and him believing this to be the best non-fatal punishment for Andres, who at that point had convinced him he killed a hostage. And because he knew the television interview was coming up, maybe Sergio assumed Andres would use it to âclearâ his name anyway. And empathy isnât one of Sergioâs strong suits either, so through that lens, I can rationalize it.
Also it was lowkey funny to me how Andres was there like DENVER MUST DIE until he found out Sergio put the button there, then he was like âoh hermanito, you and your practical jokes <3âł
Still, like you said, Andres and Sergio werenât brothers yet at this point. They were probably supposed to be lovers lmao and had a dysfunctional Hannibal Lecter x Will thing going on. But because they made #hermanos canon, that button moment just feels very out of place now, especially given how much the two genuinely love each other.
Guess we could also say that Sergioâs just generally kinda bratty with Andres XD Like, he knows no matter what, Andres would forgive him anything. Thatâs how I see it anyway!Â
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Tokyo Tower (Part 3) Spy Games
Fingel is an unexplored character in most of Dragon Raja Novels. His past is shrouded in mystery and is revealed little by little in hints and tidbits across the novels. So even though there are five novels out, I still canât say I know that much about him.
The phone rang twice by the time you crossed the room to get it. It was an ornate metal phone standing on lion paws with a turn-style dialing wheel and an earpiece that looked like the brass handle of a castle door. Still when you pick it up you answer. âPizza Hut. How can I help you?â
Caesarâs smooth voice carried a smile over the line. âHello MC. I take it youâre all settled in?â
âThere wasnât much to settle. I could rattle around in this place.â
The premier suite of the Takamagahara was second in luxury only to Whaleâs own full floor living quarters. This area was nearly one thousand square feet. Coming into the entrance, the floors were covered in mahogany reclaimed from an old dojo. The silk wallpaper shined bright from the walls all the way up to the ten foot vaulted ceiling that hung with a magnificent chandelier.
The sitting and dining rooms were furnished with antique World War II era wood furniture. A grand piano occupied a space near an arched window. The kitchen area was the smallest area as most people who could afford to stay here didnât bother cooking for themselves. Half that area was just the expansive wine rack and liquor cabinet.
The bedroom floor was a rosy Berber carpet. The king-sized bed took up most of the space. Its tall ornamental posts were overlaid with a silken canopy of gold. The walk in closet was bigger than the entire area youâd stayed in until now.
The bathroom had marble tiled flooring, heated of course, a jacuzzi tub big enough for four people and an infinity shower with more buttons than you knew what to do with.
You roll your eyes around the room, sitting on the bed in your satin lavender night dress, your wet hair wrapped up in a towel. âItâs quite the upgrade.â
âYou donât sound that enthusiastic.â
âIâll miss falling asleep to voices outside my door.â
Caesar paused at that, silent.
âA wise young man told me that⌠the world⌠as it pertains to you, is only composed of the people you know. Even though I have gotten the privilege of staying here, my world has gotten a lot smaller. You boys get on my nerves a lot. And we donât always see eye to eye. But you are my entire world. Donât forget it.â
âI bet you say that to all the guys.â Caesar replied.
âYes! All the guys in my world.â You laugh at his throwing your words back at you. âAnyway⌠How did the meeting go?â
âSmoothly, much to my surprise. The main target is the King General. Ruri Kazama will be the assassin, Lu Mingfei will be running a sniper position. Fingel will be providing a listening point by laser sensor on the windows. Chu Zihang and I will both be guarding the perimeter in an underground garage from a nearby building to avoid infrared detection. Our job will mainly be to stop the King General from escaping. There are two places you can be. Either with Lu Mingfei as a second sniper, or with Chu Zihang and I on perimeter watch. Take your pick.â
You think seriously on this point. âHmmm⌠where will Mingfei be stationed versus where you guys will be?â
âMingfei will be on top of one of the surrounding buildings with his rifle. Having you up there might be a reassuring second shot should he need backup or suppressive fire. Snipers need teams but weâre low on manpower. Chu Zihang and I will be fine underground. Thereâs a cable duct we can crawl through. That said⌠being underground is right in your Soul Skillâs wheelhouse. Either way you choose will enhance the team.â
After a moment more thought, you say âIâll go with Mingfei.â
â...Dammit.â
âYou deserve it. Have fun on your date with Chu Zihang.â You stick your tongue out at him through the phone.
âHey, he and I are on good terms now. Itâs you I worry about. Donât you think seeing the men who took everything from you not that long ago might shake you up?â
âYou donât go into a rage every time you see your father do you?â Caesar was silent and you waited for him to speak but he didn't. âDo you?â ask again with some surprise in your voice.
âNot...externally. I didnât think of Herzog as your father.â
âA cold hearted person who kills without much thought doesnât sound familiar? Thereâs a reason I am the way I am.â You slip under the heavy comforters on the bed while holding the phone to your ear.Â
âYouâre not cold-hearted.â Caesarâs voice was more of a command than a statement.
âI can be.â You respond. âHearing his voice again will be like going home.â
Caesar sighed with exasperation. âLetâs change the subject. Have you thought about my proposal yet?â
âI think... itâs crazy that youâre willing to lie to the Academy about my bloodline problem then install a know-nothing freshman to the rank of Leader of the Japanese Branch, but yes, I have thought about it.â
âGood, then your training starts now.â
You squint. âTraining?â
âYou need to know some basic things about Dragons, but youâll catch up on that knowledge at your leisure. More importantly, youâll need to understand how to navigate around the Yakuza here. Remember that Fingel is assigned to monitor the Japan Branch for the principal?â
âYes.â
âYou just happen to be the beloved of the Devil Clan commander. That makes you a valuable information asset. Fingel may seem to be a numbskull but heâs a master spy. Thereâs no doubt in my mind that heâs wiretapped this phone and installed listening devices and pinhole cameras all over your room.â Caesar said this in a growl. âHe was evasive when I asked about it so I can guarantee you he has. I donât want him to be looking at any lewd pictures of you.â
âAre you serious? But Iâm a fellow student?â Youâre completely appalled.
âHe does this on campus! Heâs a dog with no morality! But heâs useful, thatâs why I keep him in the Student Union. I know him well. If youâre going to be the leader of the Japan branch, learn to find bugs and hidden cameras. For every one you find, Iâll fine him five thousand dollars and give it to you. This phone is probably tapped so I know heâll hear me say this.â
You flip back the covers. âOh my goshâŚâ You start opening drawers and looking inside. âThanks Caesar,â you sigh.
âNo problem. Just looking out for you as always. Go to sleep in an hour regardless. Itâs a big day tomorrow. Fingel, 5,000 for every one she finds.â
You start with the bathroom. Given his love for racy photos that would probably be a hotspot. In 10 minutes you managed to find three. Fingel needed to find good angles of the Jacuzzi and shower and there weren't that many places to hide and get good shots.
Thereâs a loud knock on the door. You grab your claw-dagger and creep forward, flipping off the lights. âWho is it?â
âR-r-room service.â
Fingel. The phone really was tapped. You straighten up in disapproval. âYouâre too late, I already found three.â
âNo! Wait, please. I⌠uhâŚâ
âIn the bathroomâŚâ Your voice is low but it carried enough threat through the door.
âA just leader shows mercy?â came Fingelâs whimpering voice. âI donât have 15k okay?â
âWait a moment.â You cover yourself in a long robe and return and open the door. âFingel, youâre dressed as a waiter. Taking cues from Ruri Kazama already? You probably infiltrated the room while I packed and talked with Caesar.â He was tall but cringed away from your icy stare.Â
âH-how could I not, right? Iâm a quick study! But let's not talk in the hall, the first rule of being undercover is not breaking character!â
You let him in and shut the door. âIn that case, I can understand why he gave you a stage name so quickly,â you say.
âThe lady has a very clever boyfriend!â Fingel seemed pleased even though he had no say in the matter.Â
âIâll give you the devices and say you found them. But only if you remove all the devices from the room. Understand? Remove all of them and show me where you hid them and how you did it.â Caesar wasnât going to teach you about spy objects and hidden devices, the master spy, Fingel would!
âOf course! Of course! But I have to keep an eye on you right? Second rule is knowing where everyone is at all times!â
âYou will not know when I got to the bathroom!â You hiss.
âI will know because that is now a blind spot.â He sighed mournfully but then ducked when you reached for your knife. âOkay, okay! You have to be quick on your feet. Assume youâre being watched at all times and observe everything! Caesar already warned you right? Iâm on assignment from the principal to watch the Japan branch!â
âSo this will be an ongoing lesson!â Your eyes widened.
âPrecisely.â He winked.
âYouâre wearing a wire.â
âWhat? No, Iâm not!â
âDonât worry I canât see it but I assumed it after you said that. You are. Am I supposed to search you too?â You start walking towards him. âFive thousand dollarsâŚâ
Fingel for a moment, looking for an exit. He finally reached into the inner lining of his jacket. The listening device was just a small button-like object and a little copper wire pinned to his shirt. âWow⌠itâs so small!â You marveled.
âYou⌠probably wouldnât have found it if you looked!â Fingel said with a rueful grimace. âBut I canât afford to take that chance.â
âHow did you know this is the room I would be in?â
âOh that was simple, prepping a room this size for occupancy requires a lot of staff. I just looked natural enough to be co-opted automatically in the work. If anyone asks questions, I just pretend I donât speak any Japanese!â
Fingel walked the room. âNone of the surveillance devices are in anything that can be moved easily.â He paused by a light switch, took out a tiny screwdriver and removed one of the screws. A listening device was right behind it! âPeople can move furniture or cover it. Any good spy will put a device in an area thatâs more permanent. There are exceptions of course. It depends on the target. Usually, I will spend as much time as I can studying my target and her habits. I have to fit into her world.â His smile was surprisingly gentle. âSince you are a Cassell student, I didnât need a lot of information to fit into your world. I just needed to show that I was with Caesar and Chu Zihang and you automatically assumed I was clear and never thought of me again. Right?â
You sigh, completely and utterly overcome. âYouâre right. I immediately let my guard down and assumed I could trust you.â
âCaesar knows me better than that.â He pocketed the device.
Caesar called him a dog with no morality. Your pupils sharpen like a knife. No way he would remove all the devices. He was going to leave a few for you to find.
Fingelâs eyes meet yours. âYouâre a quick study.â
âYouâre going to decide how much this costs you.â You say coldly. âYou have money. You can afford it. Youâre conspirators! This is a game!â
âWoah! Woah! I do not have money!â He holds up his hands.Â
âSo the devices you leave will be the hardest ones to find.â
âBingo!â He winked. âI gotta keep an eye on you. No offense. But now youâre thinking like you should be. You need to test people, even Cassell personnel from the Academy. Remember that I came here as an intern. There is little trust between the Japanese Branch and the Main School, so I was tested thoroughly as to my credentials. They knew me better than I knew myself on arrival so my acting started long before I arrived.â
You nod. âThatâs right. Our rooms were extremely tailored to our needs on arrival to Japan. They only knew I was from Northern Siberia, but they knew that because of the way I spoke.â
Fingel tilted his head. âGood. This isnât going to be as difficult as I imagined. You understand now that this is a normal thing, to intensely spy on each other. I had to do whatever I needed to do, to prove to the Japanese students that I was one of them.â
âYou do bad things?â
Fingel passed up the kitchen and went right to the bedroom. âI do my best not to. An easy way to get out of doing something really terrible is to pretend to be completely incompetent. So theyâll assign something like that to someone else.â He pulled the night stand from the wall and unplugged the phone wire from the jack. The wire seemed to be inserted normally into the wall but it wasnât! There was another phone jack cover under the first one. The first phone jack cover had a small computer chip that was intercepting the phone information and diverting it to where he was. Fingel had successfully installed this listening device in plain sight.
Youâre not sure you would have found it.
âYou answered the phone as a Pizza Hut employee. Where did you learn that?â He tosses the device to you and you catch it.
âI liked to watch James Bond. He always had a special way of answering the phone so that only people who should be calling him are calling him. If it's an outsider who doesnât really know me, then they will assume they dialed wrongly.â
âYeah, that surprised me. But Caesar knew it was you so he wasnât surprised. Thatâs a good technique. Keep doing that. But change it up a bit so it fits the area youâre in and itâs not so obvious.â
He straightened up. HIs demeanor had changed while talking to you into someone much more serious and quiet. âIâm all done. If you find the last device? Iâll give you the 5k myself.â
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hi this is the anon that sent u the uc app question lmaoo this is so embarrassingsjsnfhdjsk (ahhh i cant believe someone knew n called me out ahaha)
iâm in love w ur writing style and couldnât figure out how to even begin writing then thought âhmm if u answered this u would get acceptedâ lolol but i wanted to apologize if it came off in a sneaky way,,,i really just needed to start somewhere and was getting desperate but i loved ur answer and it really inspired me so thank u!
however,,,if youâre bored n have some free time i would love some help? LMAOO (if u couldnât tell iâm really fuckin nervous even though iâm submitting this anonymously with the way i keep typing âlmaoâ âlololâ or âhahahaââŚ.
anyways i love u <333
also u r super nice wtf i love u even more
HAHAHA HELLO ANON HELLO <3
oh my gosh please that gave me SUCH a good laugh and i was truly flattered when i found out it was a uc question!!! <333 it didnât come off sneaky hehehe but thank you for your apology sweetpea i appreciate it <3 those are such kind words!!!!!! and iâm super super happy to hear that my answer was able to inspire you and get those gears in your head turning!!
wouldnât helping you be cheating though? :o hahaha (and also, just a side note, i am giving you the benefit of the doubt and assuming you are at least 18 years old and are respecting my rules by sending this ask!)
aw i understand the anxiety, but donât be nervous!!! itâs just a school, and theyâd be lucky to have you. i know it feels like itâs the end of the world if you donât get in, but i pinky promise you it is not <3 you can always try again, too!!
now, with that out of the way, i did find this website, which was the first website that popped up when i googled your question to see if it really was an app question lmao, have you checked it out?? i feel like they mention a few really helpful tips there!! the only other advice i could personally offer you is to just be honest, be truthful, and (like the website says) try to approach the question from a unique angle. make your answer entirely unique to YOU, you know? what are your creative hobbies? do you like to cook, or clean, or is there any sort of creativity that runs in your family that has been passed to you and that youâve built upon? figure out what âcreativityâ means to you in particular and work off of that, as the article points out. thereâs more to âartâ than the 7 traditional forms; cooking/baking is considered an art, video games are considered an art, some people even consider sports an art. they all require some sort of planning and creative expression, yes??? thereâs an art to interior decorating, an art to folding clothes, etc etc etc.
so sit down and really think about your creative hobbies/activities and how they are expressed throughout your creative process. hopefully this helps a little bit!!! <333 I LOVE U TOO HEHEHE <3
#good luck!!!!#you got this anon!!!!#there are endless answers to that question and none of them are right#or wrong lol#technically they're asking you to demonstrate expressing creativity by writing the essay alone#that right there is a form of expression#so really you can't go wrong!! and your passion and sincerity will shine through your essay i promise you#that's why i keep reiterating that you be yourself and be truthful#this clearly means a lot to you so go out there and GET it!!!!!!#sending u much love n health bb pls be safe and enjoy ur week!! <33#inky.bb#clari gets mail
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God how Iâve missed you
Female Reader x Sungjin Genres: Fluff, Smut Word Count: 1.2k TW: Unprotected sex (NOT IRL FOLKS), oral sex (reader receiving), slight cursing
It was just another day during quarantine. You know, the usual, work, eat, sleep, repeat. You were fine with being locked up in your home. I mean whatâs not to love! You were in the comfort of your own home. Although there was a downside, you felt lonely. It didnât feel right sleeping by yourself and waking up to nothing but a cold pillow instead of your warm bear of a boyfriend. Cuddling up on the couch watching Marvel movies and listening to Sungjin geek out explaining about the Marvel universe. Or eating late night snacks together. It was killing you, and it certainly was the same for Sungjin and maybe even more. Needless to say, your days were filled with facetimes and text messages with goofy selfies. Typing away on an email to your boss, your phone lits up.
*Message Sent From: Bob Park â¤ď¸ď¸*
Bob Park â¤ď¸ď¸ : BABE THEYRE ENDING THE LOCKDOWN TOMORROW
You: Wait r u serious? Come on Sungjin this isnât time for ur silly jokes
Bob Park â¤ď¸ď¸ : Y/n go turn on ur tv
You walk over to your small but cozy living room and grab the remote off the coffee table switching to the news channel. In big bold words across the screen, âSeoul will no longer be under lockdown starting tomorrow. The Covid-19 rates have been diligently decreasing. You may go out but please try not to meet in large groups and continue to go out with a mask.â
You: HOLY SH*T UR RIGHTÂ
Bob Park â¤ď¸ď¸ : Im coming over tomorrow
Bob Park â¤ď¸ď¸: And u bet Im going to cuddle the heck outta u
Bob Park â¤ď¸ď¸ My god u have no idea how much ive missed u
A heatwave washed across your face; leaving a ruby red tint to your cheeks. God how excited you were, you couldnât wait to see him again. To feel his touch, to be in his embrace, to have your lips on his. Throughout the whole day, all you could think about was how much time was left until you could see your boyfriend again.
*9:36 am*
*Knock Knock* âY/n! Iâm here!â You got up from your bed and ran to the door as quickly as possible. Swinging the door open and almost pulling the handle off entirely. âSU-â Your words were muffled within a split second by your boyfriendâs chest. âI missed you so much.â you say with a big smile on your face. âI missed you more,â he says, squeezing you tightly. No additional words were said during those few minutes. Just silently being in each otherâs embrace was what you missed the most. He pulls you back to get a good look at you, âYouâve gotten even more beautiful last time I saw you.â placing his hand on the side of your face taking in your features. You chuckled, âBabe didnât we facetime last night?â âItâs utterly impossible for my phone to capture all of your beauty.â God how you missed his cheesy remarks. Your eyes wandered around his face, his dark black fluffy hair, his eyes sparkly as ever. Gosh you could look into his galaxy eyes for all of eternity.
His gentle touches across your face became more hungry and lustful. I guess you underestimated how much he missed you because soon your lips would be soon taken over by his. His hands slowly made its way down to your hips. Pushing your back to the wall, keeping his lips intact on yours. He began sucking your delicate skin, creating a dark hue. You run your fingers through his hair and let out a breathy moan in response. âSungjin..â You say as he continues to mark numerous hickeys all over your neck. His eyes turned dark, deep with desire. There was no way of you getting out his touch.Â
He then took a step back to look at his creation. âBeautiful. Youâre all mine today and Iâm not gonna waste another minute of it.â Sungjin picks you up causing you to giggle and carries you to your bedroom. You start to feel a pit in your stomach itâs just been so long, way too long. Luckily you were only wearing a t-shirt (his of course) and panties so it didnât take too long for you to take your clothes off. As he gently sets you down on your back, âDo you want to do this?â he asked. Even though you knew how much he wanted you so badly right now he still always asks you first before anything happens. You nod, âI donât think my body is ready enough though. Maybe you should take care of that first.â you say as you see a smirk forming across your boyfriendâs face. âGood, because I forgot to eat breakfast before I came actually.â
Slowly Sungjin nestles his face between you, giving light kisses to your thigh getting closer and closer inch by inch to your core. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second. He first starts off with little kitten licks but they soon became ferocious as his tongue arrives at your entrance touching your walls from various angles. Curses began spewing from your lips, âFuck Sungjin..â.As he eats you out an old pleasure resurfaces, heat slowly building within your core. âY/n you taste so sweet.â Embarrassed, you try to cover your blushing face with your hands, but Sungjin pulls them away. âUh uh sweetie, I want to see how good Iâm making you feel.â Sucking on your clit you moan response. Just when you about to release, Sungjin stops and comes back up, towering over you face to face. âBabeeeeâ you whined. He loved seeing you beg and whine for his touch. âDonât worry baby weâve got all the time in the world.â
He positioned himself in front of your entrance. Teasing you, he rubs his tip around your folds. âGod Sungjin please.â There he goes again, driving you crazy in your most vulnerable state, and he loved watching every second of it. âPlease what? Use your words.â You bit your lip, âPlease.. please fuck me.â âThatâs my girl.â Wasting no more time, he quickly slid his cock into you. As u grip his arm, groans slip out of his mouth. âOh Y/n..â Oh how beautiful his sounds are turned you on even more. In and out his thrusts kept slowly increasing making you wince from immense pleasure. Sungjin leans into your ear, not slowing down his movements in the process, âI love you so much.â he whispers. Your walls start to clench, your pussy pulsating rapidly, you were almost at your limit. His hands then wandered down to your slit, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb sent you into overdrive. You couldnât take it anymore. Holding you tightly as your shaking body continues to become undone releasing your fluids all over his throbbing cock. Chasing both of your highs he continues to move his hips ever so quickly filling you with his white cum causing you to scream from the overstimulation.
After pulling himself out of you he flops on the bed beside you, pulling you close to his chest, letting you catch your breath. Sungjin gives you a loving kiss on the forehead, âI donât think Iâll be able to survive another pandemic if that meant another lockdown and not being able to see you for weeks.â âMe either Sungjin. you chuckled. You both share a sweet longing kiss, Sungjin laughed seeing you yawn right after. âShall we take a nap?â wrapping his leg over you.
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CS Season 3 Thoughts...
Okay, overall?? Kinda disappointed, like a lot of people. Only five episodes, its been covered. Its disappointing. But lets go over them, shall we...
The Luchadora Tango Caper
Overall thoughts? Well, this season seems so....separated? Kind of out of character and disconnected. Iâll go over why at the end.
Haha, do the Cleaners do everything?? They can cook, rig explosives, kidnap people, play bagpipes, fly a helicopter...is technology really their weakness? Oops. Thatâs not for another few episodes.
Poor Cleo. She seems rather out of character in this season too. All she wants is to be warm. Throughout, she seems so...almost inexperienced? Whereâs the sharp-tongued, sarcastic, delicate in taste and style Cleo we know? Sheâs there in places.....just...
They faked us out. I thought we were going to see Carmen tangoing. Also, is it just me, or is there a lot of...leg wrapping...this season..?
Ah yes, thank you, musical cues, I was worried Shadow-san had torn Carmen to pieces since Season 3. Thatâs her triumph score; maybe its like a âwelcome back to csâ or something. Honestly, the whole âsheâs been missing all summerâ seems weird and unexplained, and unnecessary.
Does Veracruz exist? Yes, it does, how did that fly under our radars?
âI have his eyesâ tore me to bits. Oh my gosh what a line. Sheâs seeing her father for the first time.
Thank you for showing us the 10 passports and giving us some pictures, we will never hear anything about Dexter or Vera after this episode again
She was an adorable baby and Carmen acknowledging this is hilarious
âWho may I have the pleasure of declining?â is another really funny line to me
This fight between Carmen and Spinkick has no suspense and its really a bad one to be honest, but holy crap Spinkick can dent stone lol
It makes a lot of sense that Catching Carmen Sandiego 101 is a class now, lol. I really want to see it. That- those fights were horrible by the way. Does Shadowsan know how to use the bolas? Because we know Carmen sure canât.
Coach sure does like making messes and ruining tables
Ivy is so supportive this season and I am here for it. Kinda unlike Zack who is just âHi, I hate fish and I misunderstand namesâ guy.
Yeah Maelstrom, what the hell did you let her walk for? Brunt easily captured her and you want to enforce sketchy psychological doubts in her mind? What?
Donât show your face, Maelstrom says to Brunt. You know. After kidnapping a law enforcer with apparently perfect face memory recall who now has your face plastered all over wanted posters. Oh, and that Lutedor you knocked out didnât see your face either
There is so much indirect calling Carmen good looking this season? What? I mean she is but it is so weird
Zack saying juicy steaks is so so uncomfortable
Carmen is so disengaged this season???? *Finds a link to her mother and pictures of her father* oh its another *sad sigh* link to my past. *Wow, you look like your mother, and I knew her, and her name!* Oh. Can you tell me about her.. Family is Carmenâs main trigger and source of steam in s1 and, mostly, s2. Now we get actual parts about it and she seems like she doesnât care.
HAHA! Julia even gets her own little entrance with music and âcameraâ angles. And she is SO dismissively sassy sometimes in this season, I love what little we do get of her. I mean it is REALLY out of character, she hardly ever gets sassy/angry. But everyone is out of character so what the hell might as well enjoy it
âWe have a fresh Carmen sighting!â Devineaux:Â âHaha!â Julia: *sigggggghhh* Julia girl, whats up? Please donât leave forever. I know you said your head was in the game but your heart wasnât, but? What? Why? Your heart seems to have been in it in season 2! Did you have a really bad summer??
Player has a space alien and a sock on his dresser and why am I not surprised
Okay, Carmen, because sitting down against a door youâre waiting to open (and you have waited for three seconds) is a great thing to do
Hahhaha Player. âIâm sorry, did you not attend a school for thieves?â Carmen is so sad though âHey, just broke into your house, Iâm your long lost daughterâ and she should be sadder about the long lost daughter thing!??! It is so out of character!?!?
And so, Uncatchable Master Super Thief Carmen Sandiego breaks into an unknown house without checking it for people or weapons, after waiting three seconds to be let in. What? What?
The casual use of âmommyâ and âdaddyâ is so, so very strange and I hate it a lot
*Snort* Zack and Ivy are doing their best but it is sot hard to see how they got caught by VILE in TSONTS
jgkjjdf Ivy just slings Zack to the floor and he can not move her an inch
I love Lupe a lot and I hope she returns
Carmen is more wholesome in this season too, it seems, probably because of this whole disengaged character shift but its cute
Devineaux *s t r u t s*
I would be concerned if Chief hadnât made him take the driving course but I was still terrified for Juliaâs life ALSO JULIA JUST. ROLLS HER EYES SASSY QUEEN
How is it that Zack and Ivy havenât been arrested or killed yet, they have been seen so many times with her
Ah, yes. The famed roses scene. Okay, fine, fine....ugh
Julia is looking for Carmen behind because she learned her lesson with Devineaux! yes
Julia knows what is up but Devineaux gesturing at the trophies is pretty funny
Carmen just gets yoinked off her feet by Brunt and it is the most concerned she has been all season and will be all season because getting lifted off your feet in a crowded public place with strong friends and lawmen all around is much scarier than being electrocuted, kidnapped, and gagged on a plane going to an unknown location
Coach Brunt was the Imposter
âThis isnât your fight,â Carmen says, instead of accepting help from the woman who she has seen easily lift probably 300 pounds or more to help her get rid of the lady whoâs tried to murder her like twice and nearly succeeded
Oh my gosh Devineaux actually spots her peeking out and recognizes her instead of blindly following Zack/Ivy and Carmen is PEEKING OUT WHY
Carmen is handcuffed and its really funny She just drags him along like later would be a much better time for her fhdgfkhdhsf Also she is much funnier when she threatens people with a bumbling idiot cuffed to her wrist, although he is much less of a bumbling idiot this season, I must say
Of. Course. Carmen has a device which just unlocks handcuffs why wouldnât she?!
How is Devineaux not dead
HAHA SHE JUST EXAPSERATEDLY DRAGS HIM AWAY âCOME ON DEVINEAUXâ that is quiet honestly hilarious to me like âMy god why do I have to keep dragging you out of stupidly dangerous situations involving Brunt where you get injuredâ
Oh? Did they rehearse Lupe jumping off Carmenâs back? Lupe had no way to know Carmen was strong or steady enough to handle that
Saira cackling at Brunt getting beat up is the best thing Iâve ever witnessed and she is drawing a thief cat oh my god
Did Lupe still win if that wasnât her opponent and she had help from Carmen and a debatably helpful policeman
Julia my child what happened to you? Why are you like Zari now?
Devineaux just canât keep a car in good condition ever can he? I love how Julia just stands there covering her mouth with her hands
My god Carmen are you going to tell your story and motives to every person you meet this season? Oh? Yes? Oh, okay
No, Brunt, not a single soul saw your face. Nope.Â
VILE is so, so very unsinister during most of these episodes. They went from murder and trauma to pumpkin carving and nougat
Well, anyway. Iâll do more episodes coming soon.
#carmen sandiego#carmen sandiego season three#carmen sandiego spoilers#carmen sandiego season three spoilers#spoilers
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