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[strawberrisoulmate]

Confrontation

repost of an old fic i wrote back in march of last year. i'm still super proud of it and wanted it on my new blog ♡ word count: ~5k ship: n/a (implied sigma x hannah) warnings: major spoilers for the ending of zero escape: virtue’s last reward. like. BIG SPOILERS. 

It had been a few hours since the conclusion of the Nonary Game. Everyone had made it to 9 points and escaped. But the joy and relief they’d felt upon opening the number 9 door was short-lived. Their delusional victory had been cut short, only to be met with a horrible truth about the world as they knew it. The deadly virus — Radical-6 — had spread across the entire world, causing what could only be described as the apocalypse. Complete and utter chaos filled the streets, piles of corpses around every turn, plant and animal life began to die out. 

Madness.

That’s what she thought when she heard it all. She didn’t believe it was possible for the world to just end like that. Last thing she remembered, she was on her way to school in a perfectly normal world. But to be told that the year was 2074, a full forty-five years after her last waking memory before she was brought to this place, it seemed impossible. 

But no matter how hard she tried to deny it, no matter how impossible it seemed, this was reality.

Now here she stood, in front of the closed door to the Director’s Office, fists gripping at her sleeves as she nervously bit her lip. Sigma, alongside Phi, had already left them all to travel back to the past in order to fulfill the mission set in stone by Zero Sr. and Akane Kurashiki. They’d said their bittersweet goodbyes, and as much as she knew why he had to go, it didn’t stop the tightening of her heart in her chest. Despite the plan being explained in great detail, and knowing full well that it had good intentions at its core, she couldn’t help but feel acrimonious to those who’d put them in this horrible situation. She blinked away the tears that had begun to form in her eyes and slowly raised her hand to the door.

The knock that followed was almost timid — more so than she’d intended. Her initial aim was to march straight into the office, stare Zero in the face, and demand to know why he had forced them all to suffer through this hell. Although she’d already received the basic explanation for why everyone had been brought to this facility, the answers had left her feeling unsatisfied, especially her own. Because of that, her resolve had solidified. She needed to hear it directly from Zero’s — from Sigma’s — mouth. 

The door opened silently, without waiting for a verbal cue from the other side allowing her to enter. But as she stepped inside, her eyes focused immediately onto the figure sitting alone at the desk. His back was turned to her, but she knew who he was. 

“Doctor Klim?”

The name felt foreign on her lips and addressing him as such made the hairs on her neck stand up. Even if this was Sigma, she knew that this wasn’t the same Sigma she’d gotten to know so well. Even if he shared the name, the Sigma sitting in front of her was virtually an entirely different person. 

The man’s position didn’t change when she entered the room, but he seemed to be listening, waiting for her to give her reason for wanting to speak with him. “Yes? What is it, Hannah?”

She frowned slightly when he didn’t stop his work to turn and look at her. His mannerisms felt cold and unfamiliar. “I… wanted to talk with you.” The hesitation was apparent in her voice, but even still, she continued nonetheless. “Is that alright?”

“Yes,” the man replied. “You came to discuss the results of the Nonary Game, is that correct? What do you plan to do now that it has ended?”

Hannah paused. Her eyes fell to the ground and wandered off to the side. “I don’t know,” she confessed. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.” She sighed, bringing her hands together in front of her as she thought briefly about all of the events preceding the present moment. “I can’t go home, because there isn’t a home for me to go back to. The only thing I can do is stay here, but what’s the point in doing that? Am I just supposed to live here and be miserable for the rest of my life?” She felt the tears that she’d previously brushed away returning, stinging her eyes as she did her best to keep them from falling. 

“Why did you even bring me here in the first place?” the girl asked with a bite in her tone. “Almost everyone else has some important reason for being here, but why me? I’m not an esper with weird telepathic abilities. I’m not a part of some secret government organization. And I’m not a clone or a robot or whatever the fuck else!” Her attempt to hold back the tears had failed despite her best effort to hide them, and she felt her face grow hot. “I’m just… me. I’m just an art student trying to get by living on her own in a shitty apartment. I don’t have anything to do with the AB Project, or the Nonary Game, or Akane Kurashiki. So…” Her voice trailed off. “So… why…?”

There was a long silence. Hannah sniffled a bit, and quickly wiped her eyes, but even so, the tears kept coming no matter how much she tried to dry them. The doctor’s hand had stopped writing, but he remained quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Then, he slowly placed his pen onto the desk and turned his chair towards her. She didn’t look up to meet his eyes, but his expression was grim and he appeared tired. His hands folded gingerly in his lap and he took a long, slow inhale before speaking. 

“I’m uncertain that the answer I can provide you will be satisfactory,” Zero began. “But in simplest terms, I can only say that I wished to protect you.”

The girl’s shoulders stiffened a bit. “Protect me?”

“You are correct that every person was brought here to serve a purpose. Of course, Phi and the younger version of myself were the main contenders of this project. Their involvement was inevitable. Clover and Tenmyouji were included because of their unique abilities as espers to access the fourth dimension. Alice, because of her connections to the SOIS and knowledge of how to deactivate the bombs placed by Dio. Dio, even if he was unaware, because of his involvement with Free the Soul and the facility attempting to shut down the AB Project. K — or Kyle, in this case — because I needed to make sure that someone would be able to take over my work in the event that something happened to me. And Luna, a GAULEM of my own creation, to observe the actions of the players and to steer them in the right direction. She was included to make sure the game ran smoothly. Every participant had a role to play.

“Now, you may have noticed that a couple participants were left out of my explanation. Quark, for instance, had no connection to the AB Project either, as you mentioned. Why was someone so young and innocent brought into such a cruel environment? Simple. He was brought along for Tenmyouji’s sake. And not only that, he volunteered to come willingly. If Quark had been abandoned on Earth, Tenmyouji certainly wouldn’t have been able to focus on the game. His judgment would have been clouded, and he wouldn’t have been in the proper mindset to play his role in the game. And that would have drastically skewed the results, don’t you think? Not only that, Quark would most likely have died, had he been left alone on a dying planet. He may have been taken into a shelter to protect him from the virus, but the odds would have been stacked against him. The likelihood he would’ve survived is close to zero. As such, he was brought alongside Tenmyouji, in order to increase the chance of success of the game, and in turn, the AB Project as a whole. Does that all make sense?”

Hannah had stood there silently, listening to him speak, but even after such a long-winded explanation, her question had yet to be answered. She understood all of what he’d said, but she still didn’t understand why she had also been included. “It makes sense, but you didn’t answer my question. That explains why Quark is here, and the others too, but you still haven’t told me why I’m here.”

“For the same reason.”

“What do you mean?”

Zero sighed and turned back to his desk, but he didn’t pick up the pen to continue his work. Instead, he gazed up at the wall in front of him, seemingly deep in thought. He opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it again. Hannah could see the wheels turning in his head, as if he were trying to come up with a better way of answering her in a manner she’d understand. After a few moments, he spoke.

“Do you remember what you were doing on December 25, 2028?”

The girl paused. “You mean the day I was kidnapped?”

“Yes.”

She frowned, thinking back to the day that started it all. “I was running late to class. I had stayed up late the night before, studying for a test, and I overslept. I finally made it to school, and was about to run to class, but I didn’t get the chance.” She remembered how terrified she’d been, and how she had tried to fight and scream for help, but to no avail. She had been knocked out with the white gas, just like the other participants, and when she woke up, she was in the AB Room. The memory still haunted her. 

“Correct. You were marked absent for that class, and nobody had heard from you for the rest of the day. Your parents called the school after you didn’t come home. It was Christmas, after all.”

Her lip curled and her eyebrows knitted together. “Did you— er… the other version of you, notice that I was gone from class that day?”

“Not in the moment, no,” he said frankly. “I must admit I wasn’t the most observant in my younger days.” He leaned back in his chair, keeping his gaze locked in front of him. “My past self realized it after the fact, but in retrospect, it was ultimately my fault that you were taken to begin with.”

“So then, what does that have to do with why I was forced to play the Nonary Game?”

“You were brought here for the same reason that Quark was. Quark needed to be here for Tenmyuoji’s sake, while you needed to be here for Sigma’s.” The man stopped for only a second before continuing. “Or, I suppose you could say it was for my younger self’s sake.”

“For your sake…?” Hannah could only stare at the old man, trying desperately to decipher what he was thinking or feeling. She was kidnapped and brought to this hellhole and forced to play a cruel death game… for Sigma? She couldn’t figure out what that was supposed to mean.

Zero turned to look back at her. “You still don’t understand? Sigma — my younger self — wouldn’t have been able to complete his mission without you here. You needed to be a part of the game in order for him to fully awaken his abilities and reach his full potential. It’s because of your presence in the game that he is able to jump through time as frequently, and as freely, as he can.”

“That doesn’t make any sense! Why would my being here affect his ability to travel through time? I don’t have anything to do with that, so why would I have changed anything?” the girl snapped at him. “Clearly, you knew he had the ability in the first place, right? So he would’ve figured it out just fine without me!”

“That isn’t true.”

“What?”

“You are correct that he has always had the potential to awaken this ability; I realized this over the course of my studies. With the help of Akane Kurashiki, I was able to fully research the power to jump through worlds and how I could use that ability to prevent the spread of Radical-6 and the antimatter explosions that would throw the Earth into chaos. I spent decades pouring myself into that research, so that I would be able to one day save the world. 

“But I realized something else during that time. Over the course of those forty-five years, as I got further and further into my research, I began to have visions of the past and of the future. Flashes of memories from timelines that I had not visited began to appear in my brain, and then disappear as quickly as they’d come. As I studied more, these short bursts of memories became more frequent and some were slightly more long-lasting than others. I had determined that these were glimpses of the different worlds that my younger self had traveled to. I made note of them whenever they appeared, writing down whatever information I could remember before the memory faded away. It wasn’t long before I began to notice a pattern.

“In many of the sporadic memories that surfaced, you were almost always present.”

Those words hit her like a truck. She wasn’t exactly sure why they made her chest feel so heavy, but Hannah couldn’t ignore the feeling of her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t even tell what emotion the feeling represented. Without waiting for her reaction, Zero continued. 

“I wondered, at first, what made you so important, and extended my research to finding out whatever I could about you. I speculated that you might’ve had a connection to the espers who’d participated in the past Nonary Games, or that you had been involved with the SOIS alongside Alice and were seeking to take down the Myrmidons. I sorted through every possibility of why you had shown up in all of my past self’s memories despite not having known much about you beforehand. It was odd. No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find any important connections that would link you to the project in any way. From what I could tell, you were just an average college student, or you were when the two of us first met. As such, I brushed it aside and resumed the development of the AB Project. 

“The glimpses of other timelines continued as well, and I continued to make note of them. What intrigued me most was that, even though most of the memories I had received revolved around the Nonary Game and the future of the AB Project, there were few that didn’t seem to fit in anywhere with my plans. Visions of my life having taken a completely different path entirely, as if Radical-6 never existed. Memories from worlds where I had continued my college life, gotten married, and had children of my own. Memories that seem so foreign to me now after all these years, but even still, they were memories of a life that I never got to live.”

The old man stopped to exhale, an expression of what Hannah could only interpret as regret read in his eyes, even if the rest of his mannerisms seemed stoic. She debated if she should say something to prompt him to keep going, or if she should wait for him to continue on his own. She decided on the latter, although it didn’t take him long to recover.

“Regardless, it was at that point that I knew there had to be something important about you. And when I pieced together other fragments of memories I had received, I determined that it would be in my, or rather, his best interest to have you participate in the game. That was my reason.”

Hannah blinked. The sudden ending of his explanation gave her a sense of whiplash. After so much buildup, she’d expected more to the answer than just “you seemed important”. In a quiet voice, she asked, “That’s it?”

He raised an eyebrow at her question. “I feel that was a quite thorough explanation, wasn’t it?” The man sighed, “I expected you might not be happy with the answer, but I’m not sure what else there is for me to tell you. I hoped that much would suffice.”

She shook her head. “No, it doesn’t. Why did I show up in your past self’s memories in the first place? And what about that suddenly turned me from some invisible nobody in your college class to a special guest contestant in your fucked up game?”

“You tell me why,” he snapped back. The sudden change in his tone made her jump back a bit, as if she were being scolded, but she recovered quickly enough. “You spent a great deal of time with my younger self in this Nonary Game, didn’t you? So why is it, do you think, that you were such an important piece of this puzzle? You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure that out.”

Hannah thought through the events of the game. Of course, she knew that she and Sigma had spent a lot of time together, and that her feelings for him had only grown over that time. She remembered what he had told her right before he jumped back to the past and her heart ached.

Sigma, when you go back… promise you won’t forget about me?

Come on, don’t talk like that. There’s no way I would forget. I’m going back to fix all of this so that we can all live a better, happier life. And then, I’m gonna take you out on a real date, okay?

She brought a limp hand to her chest and held it over her heart. Her fingers loosely gripped at the fabric of her shirt and her eyes stung once more. It pained her to think about the fact that he was gone, and that she wouldn’t get to see the happier future that he’d hoped for. Maybe in another timeline, he had fixed everything and saved the world. Maybe in that world, they were together right now, living a happy life just like he’d promised her. But even if that were the case, she wouldn’t know it. She was stuck here, in this reality, trapped in a high-tech space station on the moon with no means of escape. She’d never know how things might’ve turned out had everything been different.

“Do you get it now?” Zero’s voice broke the silence, and the slew of thoughts swimming in her head. She nodded slowly, but didn’t give any indication that she was satisfied with that outcome. “He cared about you, more than either of you realized.. Your presence in this Nonary Game was crucial because that was his strongest motivator. Because he had seen countless timelines, with thousands of different outcomes, he understood that this was the only path that he could take in order to protect you. And so, you were brought here, so he could awaken his power to its highest potential. All so he could keep you safe.”

Regardless of if she understood the reason or not, it didn’t fix the hole in her chest. “What am I supposed to do now…?” the girl muttered, her eyes stuck on the floor. Her voice was barely over a whisper, and her expression had grown dark. 

“That is up to you. Whether you want to live your life here or return back to Earth is not my decision to make.”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair…?”

“Hm?”

Her hands tightened into fists. “If your past self really cared so much about me, then why did he abandon me here? Even if he does stop the spread of Radical-6 and save the world or whatever, where does that leave us? All of us here, in this timeline, don’t get that luxury. We’re stuck here forever. We don’t get to go back and try again. We don’t get a do-over. If he knew that was the case, then why did he leave me here to suffer this hell by myself?”

Hannah felt like they were just talking in circles at this point, and it wouldn’t change anything to cry and complain about their situation, but she couldn’t help feeling lonely and helpless. She knew it was selfish, but after everything they’d been through, she just wanted Sigma back. Even if they were trapped in this facility forever, with no hope of returning to their homes on Earth, she thought that maybe it would be bearable if he were here with her. If Sigma had stayed behind, then she wouldn’t have to live with this gaping hole in her chest. Even if the situation were dire and desperate, at least then, she could lean on him and he would tell her that they’d get through it together. She pulled her shaking arms around herself in a last-ditch attempt to console herself. Just as she was about to see herself out of the office, to run and hide in a corner somewhere where no one would see her cry, Zero spoke up again. 

“Do you know why I created Kyle?” he asked. The question seemed to be out of nowhere, and Hannah shook her head, still unable to look at him through her tears. “Kyle Klim, as you were made aware, is a clone of my younger self. His purpose was to serve as my spare, had anything happened to me in the process of developing the AB Project. Of course, he is a clone, but I did raise the boy from childhood, so I suppose his personality may differ quite significantly from my own. But physically, and genetically, we are identical. 

“Kyle was brought into the Nonary Game as a back-up, had Akane ended up murdered by Dio. If that happened, he was to take her place as a participant in the game. There were many timelines where that did indeed happen, and the one you all referred to as “K” was actually Kyle; however, because of my past self’s jumps through time, he was able to prevent that outcome in this timeline, and Akane’s life was spared. Because of that, Akane continued to be a participant in the game, under the guise of “K”, and Kyle was set aside, almost like he was put into storage, in case we needed him.” Zero turned his chair to face the crying girl once again. “Now, in this timeline, where Akane remains alive, we didn’t need Kyle to act as her stand-in. In that case, we could have just brought him back behind-the-scenes, along with Lagomorph — that’s Zero Jr. to you all — in order to observe the game. But there was another reason that we kept him sleeping in the treatment pod. Do you know what that other reason is?”

Hannah wiped her eyes and brought her gaze up to meet his. “N-No… I don’t.”

“You see, I anticipated the results of this timeline. After all, it was exactly what I needed to happen in order for our plan to be successful. I knew that, even if Phi and myself were able to awaken their abilities and jump back to the designated date, that the rest of you would be stuck here. It was, unfortunately, a necessary sacrifice if the project was to succeed. I’m aware that it leaves the rest of you in an undesirable position, and that there’s no way you all would be content with that, but even so, we needed to proceed this way. I knew you, in particular, would be unhappy with this outcome, and so, I kept Kyle on the sidelines as a means of… atoning, in a way.”

“Atoning…?”

“I was always aware that once my younger self’s powers fully awakened that he would have to abandon this timeline, and when that happened, he and my current self would switch places. That’s why, after he made the jump, I appeared here. Akane briefly explained the process to you all in the garden, didn’t she? Once Sigma or Phi makes a jump to the past or future, their consciousness is swapped with the version of themselves that they are jumping to. I made the first jump, once the details of the AB Project were finalized, bringing my younger self here. He and I switched places, essentially. And once the time had come for him to jump back, he and I switched once again.”

“That part, I understand… mostly. But, how is it ‘atonement’ to include Kyle in all of this?”

“As I mentioned before, Kyle and I are genetically identical. While I understand that it isn’t quite the same, I had postulated that if Kyle were here, it would make losing Sigma easier on you.”

“What?” The girl froze, confusion plastered clearly on her face. “You… brought him here… for me?” 

“That was only a partial reason overall, but essentially, yes.”

Hannah took a moment to process the information he’d just hit her with. It felt like she’d been punched in the gut with a sack of bricks. “You…” The concept itself was so simple, but for some reason, his easy explanation didn’t make it any easier to swallow. “Did you think I would just be fine with anyone as long as he had your face?” The words were out before she could stop them.

He sighed. “No, I didn’t think you would be. But it was all I could do to cushion the blow, so to speak. I know that you’re far more faithful than that, and that you wouldn’t come to accept my gesture so easily. Still, it was the only solution I could come up with. You can take it or leave it, of course, I wouldn’t force you to go along with such an idea. I only wanted to provide the option.”

She didn’t even know what to say. While, yes, Kyle had Sigma’s face, she didn’t know anything about him. When she looked at Kyle, she was only reminded of the time she’d spent with Sigma. Even if they looked the same, she could never bring it in herself to leave behind her memories of Sigma. And even if she were willing to do so, would that even be something that Kyle would want? Or would he just be ordered by Zero to fall in love with her, even if he objected? She dismissed the thought with a brush of her hand. That wasn’t an option. To think that he had even considered that she would do such a thing felt wrong; it made her stomach turn. 

But even still, she couldn’t bring herself to be mad about the suggestion. The man sitting in front of her was Zero Sr, that was an undeniable fact, but he was still Sigma. He had been the mastermind of this entire Nonary Game, had kidnapped them all, and forced them to compete in a game that would put all of their lives at risk. She should hate him. She should be enraged that this bastard was just living among them now as if nothing had happened. But despite all of that, she couldn’t feel angry; she simply felt defeated. Despite everything he had put them through, put her through, this old man was Sigma. And he had taken the time to not only figure out the best way to keep her safe through the literal end of the world, but also implemented a solution that would, in theory, soothe her loneliness and make living in this wasteland for the rest of her life somewhat bearable. He didn’t have to do so, but he did, out of consideration for her feelings, because he was Sigma. 

Even if this wasn’t the same Sigma she’d met in passing so many years ago on her college campus and since felt her heart race at the sight of him.

Even if this wasn’t the same Sigma that sat in front of her in class and got in trouble for cracking stupid jokes to his friend next to him while she doodled silly little love notes and daydreamed about what it’d be like if he asked her on a date.

Even if this wasn’t the same Sigma who she recognized immediately upon waking up in this horrible Nonary Game and that she’d been paired up with to solve and escape multiple locked room puzzles with. 

Even if this wasn’t the same Sigma who had made her heart shoot out of her chest when he kissed her in the AB Room and swore to her that he would never let anything happen to her, no matter what.

Even if this man wasn’t the same Sigma that she’d gotten to know over all this time, he still cared enough about her to do whatever he could to make sure she would be comfortable with this life. How could she be angry about that? 

She couldn’t find it in herself to say anything more to him. The girl quietly stumbled towards the door and placed a weak hand against the cold, metal frame. Her body felt drained, and it hit her that she hadn’t slept for over 36 hours. The adrenaline of the game had kept her going until now, but now that the game was over, all of her emotions, as well as her lack of sleep, caught up to her and weighed on her limbs like sandbags. She didn’t have the energy to argue or process any new information anymore. 

Right now, all she wanted to do was rest. 

And maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t wake up.

[noowayybroo]

Snowed In - Yeti!M!Leon x GN!Reader (NSFW)

Merry LATE Chrimmy guys!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!!! (yeah... that went well) guys the fic is very long so I MARKED THE SMUT IN BLUE JUST SCROLL FOR IT

I was brainrotting with my best friend EVER and I came up with a terrible terrible thing (You're welcome) so hear me out, you're camping out in the snow, looking for, idk, self torture, and suddenly you catch the eye of a certain Yeti...

Long story short, he rescues you... eventually, and warms you up inside! I wanted to make this GN because although I am an F who LOVES F fics, I thought it'd be nice for y'all not Fs out there! I'll try keep it short so there's more chance of me finishing it! EDIT: IT's VERY LONG, JUST LIKE HIM!!!

THIS IS INSPIRED BY THE BRAINROTTINGLY NSFW GAME CLOUD MEADOW WHICH I HAVENT PLAYED BUT I WANT TO PLAY!! iN THE GAME THERE'S A CUTE YETI GUY AND HE LOOKS LIKE LEON A BIT, NO?!???!??!!?

guys I tried to edit this like 2000 times and every fucking time tumblr deleted my edit I am going insane but I pulled through for YOU! (eventually)

Honestly guys i'm not happy with this one it by far isn't my best work so read at your own peril. What I really want is for people to love the idea, not the fic, you know?? xx Pls do something with it if you like it! <3

Characters: GN!Reader, Yeti! Monster!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of penetration, kissing, licking, cuddling etc, cumming iinside toooo, Reader is GN for inclusivity, and I've described the sex as P-in-Hole lol. He fucks you and you imagine where ig. !! Leon is kinda monstrous and not too human, and also in the start he kinda wrecks ur camp and scares the shit outta u so if it'll trigger pls dont read. Leon isn't monstrous he;s just big, furry and a bit primal. Kinda switchy / sub leon so at the start he lets you push him around n then he rails u v hard sooo uhhgjjj and also u have no condom dont be so naughty!!! NOT PROOF READ THERE WILL BE ISSUES OK BUT i CANNAE BE ASKED SORRY

Stay safe n happy this Winter!

"Just picture it! The fresh air! All that snow!" A naive relative tells you, patting you firmly on the shoulder. You stare down blankly at the brochure in your hands, all about a family getaway to a ski resort in some snowy, far off mountains. You didn't doubt them when they told you it'd be a good family exercise, but all you wanted to bond with was your warm bed and all the other things you had to do.

Only a week later, there you were. The sigh you let out dispersed into a cloud of white vapour before your eyes, leaving you to gaze upon your surroundings. Before you sat the exact sight from the brochure you held only a week ago, and it was beautiful. Crisp snow crunched beneath each trudging step, snow-tipped pines line each iced hill and valley as far as your eye could see. No longer mere inky blotches on thick paper - the wind howled past, whistling through each tree, and sending shivers up your over-clothed spine.

You learn the hard way that you won't even have a warm cabin and hearth to laze by during your chilly nights as you follow your family to pick up the camping gear they would be renting. You supposed it'd save money, but at what cost? Pneumonia?

And as you're all setting up camp, you can't help recall being at home wrapped up in your warm covers and revelling in the endless wonders of your Tumblr "for you" page. You also can't help feeling as though you're being... watched, and not by fellow campers in their tents.

"There's nothing out here but adorable rodents and birds!" your guide would exclaim for the fourth time now, in a screech which rivalled that of any of the feathered friends he'd referred to. He means to reassure you, and whilst you'd love to trust what he says with his years of experience in mind, you can't help but doubt him.

Eventually, night falls, and after a good few hours around a make-shift campfire sipping hot drinks of your choice, you and your family finally resign to bed. It's freezing, and despite your warmest sleeping-bag and thickest pyjamas, your teeth chatter and your body shakes. But you're convinced to fall asleep. The sooner you do, the sooner the cold fades away. So, eventually, amidst the wind battering your tent, and night-time ambience, you drift off.

You wake with a start, surprisingly warm, but quickly realise you're alone. Oh no. That's terrifying. After trying (and failing) for a good while to get signal (ever the priority (maybe this is too self-insert)), you crawl out of your tent. The sun hangs high in the sky. You were out for a while. Your sigh of relief must be audible once you find a scrawled note pinned to the makeshift seating surrounding your lit campfire.

"Good morning Sleepyhead!" It reads, and you can tell by the writing exactly who wrote it.

"We didn't want to wake you up so we've gone to get some food! Be back soon! xxx"

Well, at least you knew they couldn't be far away. You're not at all ready for the cold winds that begin to gnaw at your skin again so, groggily, you crawl back into your tent. You stretch, get back into your cocoon, and try once more to get signal.

He'd been watching you for a while now. He watched all the humans at the ski resort as they went about their festive holidays, completely unaware of his presence and he wouldn't have it any other way. Once like you, Leon was just like any other man, or government agent. That was until he encountered a strange virus on one of his missions. Years ago now, the virus caused him to significantly grow in size. He became taller and slightly buffer, and began to grow white fur on most of his body. His hair also became white.

Amused, Leon referred to it as the Y-virus (Y for Yeti) to anyone who'd listen, but, afraid of any negative side effects and any testing, hid away in some distant mountains. If you'd see his face, anyone who knew him might recognise him, and he dared not admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed being free, living off of wild animals and things. That, and, any snacks he could pilfer from unattended camps. He enjoyed his tranquil life, but grew to hate the years of loneliness he'd subjected himself to. As time went on, however, Leon slowly forgot what it was like to interact with other humans. And then, he forgot how to speak well too.

He watched as humans had their holidays, and spent time with friends and family. He was content in the knowledge that you were all happy, and, once the people cleared off, he'd investigate the area to see how far humans were developing, and whether he was still in the papers.

He'd been watching your camp too, and he was certain you'd all left. This was his chance to investigate.

You've been laying on your makeshift bed for a few minutes now when suddenly, you make out the soft sound of trudging through snow towards your tent. The footsteps are slow, but you chalk that up to any exhaustion a human would experience after facing the monster of a hill your tent was precariously placed upon. At first, you think it could be family, until you realise there's only one set of steps. It was probably someone on their way to wherever they were going. Nothing concerning you.

The sound approaches though, each footfall sounding loud, heavy and far apart. You'd think they were just walking slowly, if not for the speed at which the volume of each step increases. Before you know it, a large shadow almost eclipses your tent. A male figure. A tall one at that, and he seems to be about to walk straight through your camp.

Bit unnecessary...

Except he doesn't. The man just stops outside your tent. He looks around a bit. Maybe he needs some help, you think. Groaning quietly, you crawl out of bed, and peep through the unzipped door of your tent-

Tall. Really, really tall. At least 6ft. And you're staring right at his ass. And he doesn't... have clothes on.

Before you stands, quite proudly, something you can only describe as a yeti. He's covered from head to toe in thick, soft white fur. He's broad, muscular, and his waist forms a sharp V as it reaches his hips. Even through his glossy, well kept coat, the definition of each muscle and delicious shoulder blade catches your eye. You're terrified, hoping it's just some sort of elaborate cosplay to scare people. There's definitely space for someone to be hiding inside that... realistic suit. Ducking into your tent, you continue to observe with only one eye peeking from the tent, hoping you won't be noticed.

The man begins to look around, two catlike ears upon his head are perked as he scans his surroundings and eventually, he looks in your direction. He's far too tall to even register you while his eyes are at their level, but oh boy do you register him. You drink in his form, and, as he turns, his face. He's chiselled, certainly a sight for the sorest of eyes. His face is simply the cutest, softest almost feline looking one, and his jaw juts out as he analyses his surroundings thoughtfully.

You know how Leon looks, so I don't need to go into detail about the way his piercing blue eyes reflect the sun, shining through his silver fringe. I don't need to describe to you how his fluffy bangs sway dramatically as he looks around, or how he playfully blows a soft puff of breath upwards to clear some stray hair from his eyes.

Fortunately for you, I also don't need to tell you that he doesn't see you. He seems almost in a trance, stepping around carefully, analysing the tents and each miscellaneous object littered around. It seems as though he's checking up on things- the quality of them, the materials they're made of. He seems curious.

And then you see it, a small burst of flame at his right ankle. He's stepped too close to the fire pit. The yeti lets out a startled grunt, jumping into the air like a petrified cat. His hair bristles and stands on end as he tries to stand one legged in the snow, trying to bury his leg to put it out.

Then he loses his balance, the gargantuan man stumbling forward before suffering an untimely meeting with the guy line of a nearby tent. He yelps, trips, and with a loud thud and a few pings, lands face first in the snow right outside your tent. His collision with the strings holding up your tent sends them pinging out of the soft snow, and suddenly, your tent collapses around you, trapping you in.

Even in weak flails, he'd managed to tear his claws through another tent. You were terrified. What if he saw you?

In his clumsy efforts, the man had thrown quite a large amount of snow into your tent, and you gradually become colder, damper and more panicked as the freezing wet fabric of the tent pins you down. Scared to move, you only shiver as you completely hide inside now, not wanting the abomination outside to find you. You'd seen enough now to be certain that wasn't a costume. He was too... real.

You hear frantic fumbling and crunches of snow as the man outside extinguishes the last of his afflictions. His breaths are heavy, and gradually slow to a calming rate. And, after a while of sitting there still, perhaps shocked, he works up the courage to gaze around at the tents he's toppled. When his eyes at last land on your entirely ruined one, his heart sinks straight to his gut. His shoulder slump and he just stares in your direction, guilty being an understatement. Maybe if he just stares at the tent for a little longer, everything will undo itself, he seems to think, ogling your direction as his mouth hangs open.

Instead, it draws his attention to your shivering form beneath the soaked fabric. He swallows thickly, eyes widening and pupils narrowing.

"Fuck..." he groans meekly, muscles tensing in anticipation before stumbling to his feet. He kicks snow as he makes a series of small, unsure steps towards the tent. Then, in a flurry of inevitable motion, he crouches and throws what's left of your tent off of you. And just like that, with a yelp, your prison of a disguise is torn from you, exposing your skin to the cool, dry air. You shiver, duck away and curl further into a ball. Some small part of you prays for this to be just a nightmare, but the rest of you knows it's very real.

As soon as you hit hit his eyes, Leon falters. He leans back in surprise and his brows furrow in pity and regret. He could tear you apart so easily, and he'd just proved it. Sniffing the air a little, eventually he moves in, reaching out to you with large, clawed hands. He's almost pouting at you, eyes narrowed in concentration as he moves in. All you can do is hold your breath. You ball yourself up tighter. You have no idea how you'll survive this - you're past the point of playing dead. All you can do is stare up at him, silently pleading for mercy.

His hands are warm where they touch you. They're large too - large enough to almost encompass each of your upper arms in their soft grip. He just stays there for a while, gently holding your arms as they shiver. His gaze is locked on them as he focuses, gently adjusting the force at which he holds you, rhythmically squeezing you a little, just to get a feel. His tongue darts out in his focus, and after a while, his eyes are back on yours.

You wondered when your family would be back. You wondered if they could even save you. And then it hit you. You wondered if they'd never be back.

Gently, Leon pries your arms away from your face where you'd shielded yourself so desperately. When I say gentle, well, to him it was. He barely had to exert any force to bend you to his will. You were like putty to him. He could easily overpower you, and he didn't dwell on whether it was down to sheer strength or your fear.

Emotionless eyes scan you up and down a few times, ultimately resting on your face once more as a slow hand wipes your clinging hair from your forehead. Then, he reaches out again. Large clawed hands find purchase under each of your arms. They slide in easily as you comply, not wishing to enrage him. He hoists you up with ease, save a small grunt. Next thing you know, he's standing and you're held at arm's distance from him like a cat. He peers up at you, smiling for the first time. He chuffs, hot breath landing on your face; he seems proud of his catch.

Terrified and uncomfortable, you continue to shake in his grip. All you can do is stare at him pleadingly, and even if you had the willpower, you doubted you could escape him. Your clothes are soaked through now, and if you had to thank him for anything, it would be for warming your arms and not killing you... yet. His blues stalk you through his silvery fringe, and after sniffing your air a few times, he sighs and pulls you in.

You're terrified. You can't look. You squeeze your eyes shut. What if he eats you?? You couldn't even begin to picture it, but after a few seconds of being pressed against his warm body, a gentle caress of your thigh coerces you to open your legs a little to allow him space between them. He grunts, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you more supportively now, like a child.

Buried in his chest, you can't see the small awkward smile he gives you, or the look of relief he sends your way as you seem to warm up to him (literally.) Through small rubs and caresses up your back and where he holds you by your thighs, he slowly rubs his warmth into you. Mind so frazzled by fear, all you can really do is let him hold you. You shiver occasionally, afraid of what he may do to you, but otherwise remain still. You don't want to get on his bad side.

After a while of peace, he gently places a finger below your chin, and guides your face up to meet his. He leans in, nuzzles your cheek a little with his nose, and takes a deep breath in. He lingers on you for a while - eyes closing in either bliss or contemplation, before walking once more. He scowls at the firepit as he passes it, beginning to carry you off in the direction he came in.

Where was he taking you? You go a little rigid, now realising you're being abducted. You panic, and it manifests in small squirms, trying to ball yourself up again and push away, levering yourself away from the yeti. You strain against him, and your small noises of fear and exertion perk his ears. He glances down at you tenderly, ceasing his stride to raise a gentle finger to your teary eyes. He swallows thickly and puffs out another deep breath, thinking for a while. He's not at all sure what to do, and doesn't want to risk failing to speak of his own accord, so instead just bounces you softly like a father cradling a child.

You feel warm and cared for, and become distracted wondering if he can actually understand you. However, your surrender was enough compliance for him to continue walking, and he carries on carting you off to goodness knows where. You wouldn't know this, but in truth, Leon was so confused. He hadn't come face to face with a human in years, nevermind one who was so brittle and terrified of him. Somehow, after all these years, he still imagined himself to be the hero, not the monster.

He hadn't intended to face you. He didn't mean to destroy your tent, or to plunge you into the freezing cold... What he'd meant to do was leave you there, before any of that could happen. He'd felt guilty. He wouldn't let his actions affect you and your sweet holiday so negatively. It was decided for him, he was sure he was helping you. He was going to fix things, and warm you up.

The cold and fear had left you weak. You sit in his arms, limp, knowing you couldn't get away even if you'd tried. The gentle rock of his body against yours as he powers through the snow soothes you. His warmth and strong scent clouds your judgement. Before very long, you find yourself snuggling into him somewhat as you watch your camp grow further and further away through tired eyes. He squeezes you gently as he feels you sink into him. One hand rubs up and down your back soothingly. It was ironic, as your captor, how much reassurance Leon was trying to give you.

"C-can you understand me?" You whisper eventually, raising your head to gaze up at the large man's jaw. His ears twitch a little and then he hums. He peers down at you, thoughtfully.

"Hm.. yeah." His voice is gravelly, rough and deep. It's quiet though, like he doesn't use it much.

"You can?!" Your eyes widen and you pull away a little. Leon was becoming quite nervous now. He feared this moment. He didn't want to talk to you at all. He knew he'd fuck up. In response to your question, Leon smiles sheepishly, revealing his sharp teeth. You get straight to the point. "Where are you taking me?"

He frowns and peers down at you. "My... home?"

"Why??" you feel hopeless again. He seemed human enough to appeal to, but then again, you had no idea what he wanted with you.

"...It's warm here" he eventually mumbles as you notice your surroundings suddenly getting a little darker as he carries you into a cave. You'd been so entranced staring up at him, that you hadn't taken in your surroundings for a while. As you do, you notice several random objects lying around. Some looked natural and from the forest like pinecones, sticks and berries. Others seemed very human. Smartphones, newspapers... clothes.

Oh no. You were going to die here.

At least none of the belongings seemed to belong to you or your family... yet. That was still terrifying though. Where was all this stuff from? Some of it was even torn... That's it, you're getting out of here. With a newfound vigour, you begin to claw at his shoulder and back, climbing out of his arms. For a second, it works, until he catches on and wraps his burly hands around your waist, yanking you back down to where he has a good hold on you. He ducks down to look you in the eyes, almost pleading. "Not gonna hurt you." His voice is a soft hum now, claws prodding you as he holds you still.

Somehow, he comes across as quite trustworthy. You couldn't be scared of him just because he's big, not when he's so clumsy and cute. And certainly not when he holds you and watches you as if you were the most precious, sweet individual he'd encountered. It was hard to ignore him, too, with his smooth voice and handsome face, and the careful way he leans over you as he carries you deeper into his cave to shelter you from droplets of condensation.

"Can you please let me go?" you plead.

"I'll take you" he hums, missing the way your eyes widen in shock and confusion. He jostles you up a little to make sure you stay wrapped around his waist and no lower, before eventually laying you down on some soft-makeshift bedding. You're so far into the cave that most of the light from outside is gone. Nobody would find you now, even if they saw the small gas lamp Leon lit beside you. He's about to lay down right beside you when he realises, perhaps, it's not the right thing to do.

Sheepishly, he motions to a spot on his own bed beside you. "Can I?" You have no idea what to say, so, you nod. You were in his home, if you could even call it that, you weren't gonna anger him. You felt as though you needed to make friends with him if you planned on getting out of this alive. And so, as the large man slowly got onto his knees before laying down on his side beside you, it struck you just how "Beauty and the beast" this situation really was. He groaned a little and his joints creaked somewhat as he slowly got down, propping his head up with one hand as he watches you.

Huge was an understatement, and whilst he did have monstrous features and strength, he seemed like the type to at least give you a kind death should he want to eat you-

No, stop. Why are you thinking like that?

You shiver, replacing his amused hum with another thick swallow. His wide eyes scan you.

"Still cold." his lips tug disapprovingly as he watches you lay there, and when you nod, he wraps a blanket around you that he got from goodness knows where. His voice echoed in the small cave, even if he seemed to be whispering now. Leon didn't like causing you fear, but he also didn't like ruining your shelter and warmth, and so, he sought to provide those for you.

You lay there, facing him. Slow and heavy breaths continue to rush over your face, fanning you as he invades your personal space. Yet for some reason, you can't bring yourself to move away. Turning your head momentarily, you eye your camp in the distance. Maybe if you could just get up and run now, you could escape him. Maybe he'd be kind and let you go. You shake again, the cave only rescuing you from the wind, not the biting cold his body provided you shelter from only moments earlier.

Suddenly, his burly arms are back on you. They wrap around you and pull you close, leaving you no space but to open your legs a little for him to get in between. He blankets you in a weighted embrace, head rested in your neck, pressed intimately close. "You're still shivering" He murmurs, silently noticing how your hairs stand on end at his proximity and gravelly tones. You feel his soft fur against your face, between your fingers. You can almost hear his heartbeat.

It's at this point, reluctantly, that you start to allow your attraction to him to manifest. The signs had all been there before as you admired his figure and strength, and basked in his voice. But now, you had no way of escape. You might as well just give in and enjoy the ride. So, you relax against him, wrapping your leg around him again, and letting him give you all of the closeness he can.

Leon knows this is wrong. He, at heart, is still very human, and knows that he should have abandoned you about 20 minutes ago after he destroyed your tent. Heck, he shouldn't have even gone to investigate. But he couldn't fight how good this felt. He couldn't fight the slow boner he was developing as you snuggled up to him so innocently, and he couldn't help wondering what a relationship with a human would be like, after all these years.

He also cant help the small shocked whimper he makes when you move down a little to snuggle up closer to him, and not-so-accidentally press quite firmly against his little issue. His hands seize your waist, threatening to move you, but when you tense in protest, he groans and goes limp, wrapping them around you again. He falls under the impression that if he keeps still, and if he keeps you still, you won't know what's really going on.

It was difficult to keep your morbid curiosity at bay, about fucking a literal Yeti. It was also difficult to not get too attached to the soothing warmth of his shimmery fur and hot skin. His slow breaths and small smile had you in a sleepy trance. You could fall asleep like this and rest. It would be the warmest night you'd get out here, and in all honesty, this was all starting to feel like a nice, cuddly dream.

Too much so.

"What do you want from me?" You lean back to look into his eyes which shoot open. He seems sleepy too. Your presence comforting him more than you could ever know. He stammers a little.

"W.. N- Nothing." he pleads, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. He thinks for a long while, articulating his words. "Just wanna... keep you warm, n safe." he sighs. You're digesting his response when his eyes shoot open in terror as he feels his cock kick against you once. He loosens his grip. This was terrible. He was being selfish. Maybe he should take you home now.

"Are you gonna let me go back?? I have a family out there, please." You whimper, giving him the eyes. He can't say no, he never wanted to hold you hostage. He just wanted to make sure you were ok and-

"Are you warm now?" he huffs, looking down at you to gauge your expression. In all honesty, you were warm, physically and emotionally. He was cute, too cute, and you could tell that he cared. For the first time since you'd met, you almost felt sure that he would actually let you go. And so, you wanted to test him. You pretend to think for a while.

"mmm, no." you smile up at him.

"No??" He seems shocked, running his hands over you to check, nuzzling his nose against your face. "You feel so... warm" he chokes out, eyeing you worriedly. He presses his finger tips to your forehead "you ill?" he grumbles "Where?" His huge hand works its way up and down your body, pressing everywhere he can whilst still being decent, checking for warmth. Then, when he identifies that your leg is a little cool, he wraps his around it.

You stare up at him. The answer is very simple. "Inside." you hum. He short circuits. Leon stares down at you, a faint blush just becoming visible beneath the fur of his cheeks. Inside? What did that mean? How was he meant to warm you up there???

Oh.

Leon stares at you in shock. He swallows thickly, and you decide he's just not sure what you mean, so, you decide to be a little more genuine about it. "Look... I'm... I'm not even sure if this is real. But I've never seen anything like you before and I'm just curious." There's a stunned silence as he eyes you up and down, thinking to himself.

"If you don't want to- it's fine." He wanted to. Oh boy did he want to. He just wasn't sure if it'd be right. He never imagined this day would come. He never thought he'd be able to fuck someone ever again. Leon hums down at you.

"Really shouldn't." those words pop your balloon instantly. You pout at him, but you're willing to take his answer.

"Why not?"

"No condom..." he sighs "Unless you-"

"No."

You both lay there in silence for a while before he crumbles, head falling to reside in the crook of your neck once more. You can tell he's thinking about it- taking you in, soaking into you. He's not felt more content in years. Cuddling up to you, he croons before placing a chaste kiss to your throat.

...Maybe he does want it...

You cover his cheek with small kisses, and sneakily reposition yourself against his throbbing cock. He whines, bucks into you once, and buries his fanged mouth against your skin where he feverishly kisses, trying to hide his sounds. Leon couldn't even admit to himself, let alone you, how pent up he'd been, and now? He wouldn't at all be able to let this opportunity slide.

One of his hands roams your body, sliding down to grip your waist possessively, tugging you hard against him. Then he retreats, realising his mistake. You grab his hand and return it to where it was, earning a playful chuckle and another shy buck of his hips. He runs that hand up your body twice more, watching entranced by the way it glides over your hips and chest, before using it to cup your face. He makes you look up at him.

"You sure?" He's hesitant, a little shaky. You're both very aware that this could end terribly. He could crush you.

"Uhuh.." Just like that, your fate is sealed. He leans in, and pulls you close for a hungry kiss. Expected from a mythical creature, Leon was a walking antithesis: His physical size and strength made him dominant and scary, and yet each of his actions was soft, caring and calculated... and needy. He whines as your lips meet his searing ones. He was so cute, so pliable. You're sure he'd do anything you wanted at this point, and so, testing your luck, you gently grind against him.

He instantly reciprocates, moaning a little as he clutches you tightly. Leon's ears sit flat to his head as he ruts against you, eyes screwed shut, mouth willingly opening enough for you to use some tongue. You've been making out for what, 2 minutes? And the man is already panting, groaning, rock solid against you as he humps desperately. When you slow down on the tongue, he licks eagerly into your mouth too, and moves to pepper kisses and licks all over your cheeks and neck while you catch your breath.

He's so cute, practically begging for you with his mouth but no words come to his aid. Instead, all the gentle giant can do is stare down at you with pleading giant puppy eyes. You want to go further with him. Guiding his hand down towards your sex, you intrust him to ready you. And oh boy does he. He swallows thickly, eyes locking onto you as if you're some mission or target, and he begins to work on you, slowly at first. He groans, cock kicking against you as he licks his lips. Eyes closed tight, kissing you all over, he doesn't even notice you undressing your bottom half until he hears you shimmy the fabric down your legs.

But that's when you feel it too. His hard cock poking out from his coat, slowly drooling copious pearls of precum, smearing his fur. He ruts it against you, the force of his huge hips shoving you so hard that you wrap yourself around him again just to stay put. Suddenly, Leon picks up his pace on you just where it feels best, rubbing with more force and energy than before. Unbeknownst to you, he had a plan. You let out a moan, mouth open wide enough for him to suddenly jam two huge digits in there. It didn't hurt, he wouldn't hurt you, but for a second, you feared for your life.

Even half way in, his fingers had you gagging, choking and drooling. You got them nice and wet for him, and as thanks, they'd be going inside you. Replacing his fingers with his tongue again, he needily whimpers and whines into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're w.. g-great... You're great" he groans, toying with your entrance, eyes shut once more as he grinds into you. He's slow, he understands his fingers are huge, especially by the reaction he didn't mean to elicit from filling your mouth with them, and so, once he breaches you, one finger at a time, makes sure to go slowly. He tries a bit of everything, thrusting, curling them, scissoring you open, all gently until he thinks you can take more.

He fills you so perfectly, so deliciously with just his fingers alone, and he knows what to do even whilst kissing you all over, but you don't dwell on where he got the experience. Leon nibbles a little at your lobe, trapping it gently between his sharp fangs, and moves towards teasing other parts of your throat and shoulder in this way until you begin grinding against his fingers, chasing something more. You snapped out of it a little when you realised just how large his member was. Easily over 7, maybe 8 inches.

And now, he was lining it up with you, holding his breath as he lets it slip, teasing your entrance a few times. It was thick too. The whole thing was just pretty, and due to his strange skin colour, where it would be red and angry it was tinged with a soft purple.

The last thing you see before he stuffs you is his brows furrowed in concentration as he lines himself up. As soon as he slides in, you groan and buck from the stretch of just the first few inches. He shakes, he twitches a little, and he curls up to you, holding you oh-so-dearly. His hips buck shallowly a few times but ultimately he's patient, waiting for the go ahead until he can continue to slowly fill you up. A few shallow thrusts and he works his way deeper, then he gives you a minute or so before repeating.

As bottomed out as he can be, Leon begins a torturously slow pace. He watches closely for you reaction. He's wondering what you like, what you want from him. Eventually, he's groaning with each slow thrust, apparently more edging for him than you. He quickens his pace, leaning over you, propping himself up as he pounds into you a little roughly now. He barely pulls out, each slow roll against of his hips against your sex making you want to cry out.

It's having an affect on him too. Before long, Leon is groaning and growling with each thrust. He's on his knees, body forcing your legs up against your chest as he pile-drives into you. His head hangs by your ear, occasionally nipping and sucking at you, but for the most part, growling like a feral animal. He slows down a little before driving a series of hard, strong thrusts into you with merciless force. Snarling and snapping his jaws, each smack of his hips shifts your body across the bed until he has to grab your ankle to pull you back to him.

He knows you're close, but he wants this moment to last and he's sure you do too. His breath tickles your ear between breathless chuckles, his voice deep and sultry, "H..heh... you ever... ridden a yeti?" As soon as you shake your head no, he purrs. "You want to?"

You nod. He picks you up with ease, temporarily leaving you empty and collapses onto his back. He's quick to fill you to the brim once more as soon as he's comfortable. He groans and throws his head back as you slide down him. And then, lets you work your magic. He groans under you, arms folded behind his head to cushion himself. His eyes follow you, watching you almost predatorily as you bounce on him, and occasionally, his hips snap up to meet yours.

"Fuck, you know, you're so... gnnn... good at this" he whines, trying to force his eyes to stay open so he can watch you.

He bites his lip, bucking up to meet you as his hands reach out for you. They're huge. One feels your body, supporting you, the other holds your ass, guiding you up and down. He smirks, clearly about to make another comment, when you reach down caress his chest, digging your nails into his pecs as best you can. His head falls back and he lets out an almost roar. "Fucckkk" he hums, staring up at you.

You're close again, but you're getting tired. Luckily for you, he understands. Leon sits up, wrapping his huge arms around you. He snuggles into your neck, littering it with growls and kisses as his hips go wild, pistoning into you with a force somehow he hadn't used yet. You were amazed, for such a large man, how hard and fast he could rabbit into your hole. His breaths deep, laboured and lustful as he lost himself in you.

It wasn't long before you were cumming on his cock, gripping his fat length like a vice. He groans, plugging his mouth with your shoulder, but not biting hard. You know exactly what's coming as he adjusts his legs, thrusting hard, almost throwing you up into the air if it weren't for his arms pinning you down to him. His growls and groans shake your core, rutting up in a similar fashion a few times as he pumps you full of his seed. And then he collapses, falling back against his bed. He pants and blushes furiously.

A small grin litters his face, he looks like he's about to pass out as he lays there, eyes narrow and chest heaving. It takes him a while to come down, cock still throbbing and kicking inside you. With how tight you are around him, there's no chance you'll spill a drop before he pulls out.

"Mmmm, fuck" he hums contentedly, hips jostling you upwards a few more times as he carefully reaches up to hold your face. His hand dwarfs your head easily, and he smiles. He's hesitant as he strokes your face. He knows what he did was probably wrong, but it felt so good. It delights him when, as he gently pulls you towards him, you come readily, leaning down to meet his lips.

This kiss isn't hungry or greedy. It's needy and loving. It's an apology, and a thank you, all at once. And when you pull away, his eyes flutter open to gaze lovingly at you.

He sighs, realising his time is up. "Alright, Take you back now, as promised." You're not having it. Playfully, you roll your hips against his and sigh down at him. His cock is half soft inside you now, and still feels great. He stares up at you, confused, ears perked. "What's wrong? Why not?"

"I'm cold outside again..." you pout. He chuckles, leaning up to grab you in a tight hug before laying down once more, this time with you as his captive.

"Well then, allow me to warm you up again."

And that he did.

Eventually you returned to your camp. With Leon carrying you, that is. If he'd given you anything, it was a severe case of jelly-leg.

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guys I just awnna have a little rant at u rn I'm sorry this fic is late and not christmas and Im sorry but I tried to write n edit this like 3 times and each time tumblr deleted my fucking edit im so fucking mad I had internet and I saved it as a draft the works but tumblr was a penis grrrr also, also, the times I edited it like and wrote some I had such good ideas for jokes and puns and things and good writing and now because iM fed up all my good ideas have left me so sorry that this fic is shitty bye thanks for existing ily.

the fic is so long im sorryy i hope you like him

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My mutual @alectricblue tagged me in this game tag! I normally dont do these, but I thought it'd be nice to get to know me more (and also meet y'all if you wish to participate)!

It will be long though. Sorry

1. Were you named after anyone?

Was originally gonna be named Andrea after a ballerina my grandma liked! Sadly no one remembered her well, not even grandma, so I don't know much about her.

My deadname was simply just chosen bc it was easy to pronounce, as well as my chosen name Diego (it's what I would've been called had I been male), although when I chose it for myself I liked the JoJo character Diego Brando so there was some correlation there.

Funnily enough, people think I'm nicknamed Lio after the Promare character, but I hadn't met them yet.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday. At 11pm. Watching OR3O's One Piece song. It was nostalgic ok

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. There's an absurd amount of reasons I don't want them, although not a single one is because I dislike them. I've had to babysit many kids and they've all been very sweet.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Oof, my recent sports is taking my dog for a walk. But I used to like volleyball and kickball! And reluctantly played soccer and did swimming! Sports give me a lot of anxiety and i'm not sure why.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I do a lot of teasing and lighthearted banter that can sometimes be considered sarcasm?

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes! Or anything outstanding like cool hairstyles or visible tattoos.

With online people, I mostly recognize them by pfp or a vague mental pronunciation of their username.

7. What's your eye color?

Dark brown?? Or black??

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Honestly, whatever makes me think more. Unhappy endings tend to do that more though, so I guess scary movies! But of course it depends on the mood, sometimes I just want a nice story to cheer me up.

9. Any talents?

I've been told I am talented at the piano! And music in general, although most of my skills feel less like talent and more like just studying the thing.

10. Where were you born?

So I was born in the US, in Florida, but my entire family is from Costa Rica and I just happened to be born while my parents were studying abroad. I don't remember much from the US though, I came back to CR with my grandma in my first months because she was less busy than my parents, and then they came to live here again. So in my eyes I've been a true Costa Rican since always hehe

11. What are your hobbies?

Playing the piano! Also drawing sometimes (I like to color more than draw, but unless I get my hands on a coloring book I can't do that unless I draw), playing videogames (mostly RPGs and visual novels), and doomscrolling.

12. Do you have any pets?

YESSSS my beloved dog Mia!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so much, she escaped her abusive home and we found her while walking around a plaza, said hi, and she followed us home. She's been with us for 8 years now and I adore her. Reference below because how can I not show her off:

13. How tall are you?

Excellent question. I forgot but I'm average if that helps!

14. Favorite subject in school?

It changed over the years, in senior year it was English because we had my favorite teacher! I knew him for years because he has a literature club I partook in, so I was very happy to have classes with him. Plus, we saw the Oresteia, which goes tremendously hard especially when your teacher geeks out about all the symbolisms.

Apart from that, computer class! We barely ever had it, and almost had it cut out entirely in senior year, but the few times we did I really enjoyed programming and practicing typing! And when we didn't do anything we could play so.

15. Dream job?

I want to make my own videogame! So I'd say a game developer, although being a part of any videogame, especially RPGs, would be a dream come true.

Well thank you for reading, I hope that was some insight, it was very fun to reply!

Tagging section (no pressure to do it at all, you can also do it if you're not tagged who cares)

@skyllion-uwu @thefrogswhospoke @gorgeousuare @chronologicalimplosion @fishy-lilic @smoothedsmoothie @mx-mind @montied @aspirationatwork @jhofoyitchg @derkhue @mellomaia @federalfazbear @mcfinnigan @mutantsgurls @foxounderscorecube @sweetnessfollowsmp3 @mildredtefoneck @oh-my-stars1969 @unfullbucket @fluffnfuzzxoxo @electriceel69 @scottigyn @stressedsilverware @sapphicrobotenjoer @antjellies @milk1non-tolarantes @ovalbrain @chocokhaos @markdiegamer @astralix13 @atheist-xmas @blktomekurata @monstar-dreams @glass-duke @c--eam @laooneart

[strangethings-everywhere]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @sassyandclassy94, thank you so much for tagging me in this kind of stuff!

How many works do you have on AO3? Five

What's your total AO3 word count? 135,767

What fandoms do you write for? Marvel (specifically Spider-Man), Lockwood and Co, and The Boys in the Boat. I do have a 1917 fic on there, but I'm not currently working on it

Top five fics by kudos?Proof That Harley Keener Has A Heart - 381 The Injury of Finally Knowing You - 234 Star-Crossed in the Worst Way - 135 All I've Ever Known - 78 When Our Fingers Touch, I Feel My Way Back Home - 4 (I weep)

Do you respond to comments? I want to and I'm trying to get better at responding! A lot of times, I just get distracted lol

What is the fic you wrote with the angriest ending? I've actually never finished a fic (yikes) but I predict it'll probably be my WWII coxstroke AU, just because of war and stuff. As much as I want the ending to be happy (and a lot of it will), I want to be realistic to a soldier's mindset at the end of a grisly war.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Again, never finished a fic, but I think it'll be my Locklyle fic. They need a happy ending and I'm also still mourning the cancellation of Lockwood and Co., so yeah. Probably them.

Do you get hate on fics? Strangely, I haven't. Maybe not enough people have read them, but I've never really gotten a mean comment. Shoutout to what haters I might have though, love you guys

Do you write smut? Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe. I've never really written any sexual content until recently. I'll probably write some sexual content but not like full on smut. I don't think I'd be good at it lol

Craziest crossover? I've never written one!

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge, thank goodness

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I'm absolutely open to it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I think it'd be fun! Especially now that I'm mutuals with a lot of fic writers in the tbitb fandom

All time favorite ship Oooooooooooo, it's probably Harley Keener/Peter Parker. They've had a special place in my heart for a LONG time

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably something I haven't written yet. I'm trying my best to finish all the stories I have posted except my 1917 one, just because I'm no longer super involved in that fandom. I'd like to do a Joseph Liebgott story or maybe a Joshler/Twenty One Pilots fic, but I don't know if I will.

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and a lot of angst. I gotta make my characters suffer lol

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? As long as y'all are good with it obviously coming from Google translate, then sure

First fandom you wrote in? It was Once Upon A Time when I was in like seventh grade. I had a OUAT Peter Pan fic on Wattpad that actually got pretty popular. I'm sad I never finished it (it is gone forever, sadly).

Favorite fic you've written? Definitely Proof That Harley Keener Has A Heart. That fic has been a labor of love for almost five years and I'm very excited to finally finish that slowburn

There's no 20th question apparently lol

Tags: @seasidesandstarscapes @sparrow-in-the-field @kcsplace @arokel @dogwooddiaries @crushribbons (love you guys <3) and anyone else who wants to play!

[rcmclachlan]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @microcomets. Thanks, friendo!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

71 currently. I've orphaned a bunch, though.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

526,242

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days I write for whichever fandom strikes my fancy—it might be a new one, or it might be one that I fall back into every so often. My most recent fics have been a mix of new (Beyond Evil, Good Omens, Loki) and old (Cardcaptor Sakura).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Long Live The King (DBZ, bulma/vegeta)

Stopgap (Good Omens, crowley/aziraphale)

100 Zeni (DBZ, trunks/goten, bulma/vegeta)

Named (Supernatural, dean/castiel)

Solve for X (MCU, tony/loki)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I've gotten better at this! I now make sure to reply to every comment on my newer works (sometimes it's a bit overwhelming, but I think the effort is worth it).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Oneiori. Like, Cas gets a happy-ish ending, but it's not going to last. Womp womp.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

These days, I try to end all my fics on a happy note! The happiest that comes to mind is Heritage Site.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think I've gotten hate maybe twice since I started posting to AO3 in 2010? That's statistically negligible, which is kind of amazing!

9. Do you write smut?

Not often. I don't mind writing it, but it really needs to serve a purpose to the story for me to make the effort.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

Nah, not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, but I've had a fic's summary stolen! That was a trip.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I'm floored people like my work enough to put that kind of time and effort into translating it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. I tried, but it ultimately didn't work out (mostly due to writer's block and scheduling issues).

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This is like asking me which of my children I love more. It'd take me a month to answer this question and I'd need someone at CERN to check my work.

I will say Kakashi/Iruka is my most enduring fave; I started reading them in 2005 and fall back into them every 3 or so years. I'm currently in a kakairu cycle (as if y'all couldn't tell).

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Speaking of Kakashi/Iruka.... Hadopelagia. It was just far too big in scope for me to even think about finishing. I think I frightened myself out of it! For the best, though. I re-read it the other night and it's a MESS. This is why betas are so important, kids.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've gotten a lot of comments about how I use metaphor effectively, as well as comedy. I don't think I'm particularly funny compared to other writers, but it always fills me with joy when someone mentions my dumb sense of humor.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely smut. There's nothing worse than trying to keep track of where everyone's legs are.

Me: "I used the word 'cock' fourteen times in this paragraph......... well, maybe no one will notice."

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I've done it! Named had a whole scene written in Spanish (I tried my hand at it and then had a native speaker edit it). I think when done well, it adds something really meaningful to a story.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fanfic I ever wrote was before I even knew what fanfiction was. It was an Animorphs self-insert fic and I wrote it on a legal pad at my grandparents' house in like 1997. The first fandom I officially posted fic for was Fruits Basket in 2003, followed by QAF in 2004.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

Probably A Twist of the Knife. I had an absolute blast writing Nie Huaisang, and I'm really proud of the story as a whole (which is rare for me).

Tagging: @sonatine, @lemonistas, @stitchyblogs, @dadvans, @ataraxetta, @nandalorian, and anyone else who wants to get in on the action. :-D

[numinati]

certified studz (masc lesbian sim dump)

Hey y'all!

Recently, I asked on Twitter if people would be interested in a stud sim dump, and the answer was an overwhelming yes! Really happy to be able to put this together for you guys, especially since stud/masculine CC for women is pretty rare.

That's partly why it took so long for me to drop; making 48 different outfits out of a handful of clothing is not light work. 😭

Either way, I hope you like the girlsss! I think you will. ;)

 I took the now-infamous Satanshubby hoodie and edited the file to take out the swatch with Joseph Augustus Zarelli. If you don't know what I'm referring to, you can read here. (TW: child abuse, murder)

Y'all did not hear any of this from me, though.

Jermainique (second sim) has the Renaissance Sim aspiration but if you have Spa Day it'd be Inner Peace. I try and make all my sim downloads base game compatible but there are some traits/aspirations that are too ideal. 😅

Since this is a sim dump, I don't really have any base story for them. I personally headcanon YG and Sequoia as the youngest, and Jermainique as the oldest, but besides that - and them being friends, of course - I have nothing, lol. Do what you want! <3

A lot of the clothes are actually male clothes I edited the tags on, so on outfits there's some warping, especially on China since she's larger. Huge, huge shoutout to the CC creators whose masculine/male clothes look great on female sims cause whew.

you can download them here on my Patreon:

[here2bbtstrash]

your votes are in! part 2 survey results ✨

i asked, and y'all answered!!! 👀

as mentioned a few times before, the survey is not closed - i won't update it with new works moving forward, but i will keep an eye on it if anyone decides to run back and add votes! so please don't feel like it's too late, esp if you're new and still catching up on the porn (there is A LOT of porn. pls take your time and stay hydrated okay 😵‍💫)

but since it's been about a week, and new votes have slowed down, i thought it'd be fun to do a reveal of the top 10 results as things currently stand! sticking them below the cut - join me, won't you? 🍷

at #10, with 40 votes, we have... moving day! i was honestly surprised to see this one crack the top 10, but i should know better than to underestimate the yoongi hoes at this point. y'all love your delusional long-haired boyfie content, and who am i to deny you that??

at #9 (my lucky number 👀), with 42 votes, we have... it's sweet! shocked to see a fluff fic crack the top 10 honestly, but let's be real, the taehyung hoes are THIRSTY (anyone who follows jai already knows this 😂) - i promise i'll write more for y'all soon, and that the next one will actually feature smut!!!

at #8, with 43 votes, we have... park and ride! (and technically also its sequel, five minutes!) y'all really said give us a part three mother 😭 and jokes on you because i have an idea for a part three *and* a part four for these two. you'll never be free of them lmao!!

at #7, with 45 votes, we have... the spins! i'm happy to see this one here!! i love this couple and i've wanted to do a sequel for them for AGES, though i swear my idea for what i actually want to do changes every few months 😂 guess i gotta decide on one!!!

at #6, with 51 votes, we have... sunday! idk why i didn't expect this one to rank omg!! i don't feel like i write jin particularly well, and i especially thought that level of BDSM would be too much for some 🙈 but i have learned y'all are freaks who like crying during sex.... huh...... DULY NOTED 👀📝

halfway there, time for the big hitters! at #5, with 54 votes, we have... party on you! ahhhhh this one makes me happy to see 🥲 forever AMAZED and ECSTATIC that my most popular fic on this blog is a hoseok fic!!! i want to write a million billion more hobi things this year, and i will certainly see what i can do about circling back to these two cuties. at the very least there shall be more ass-eating in 2023!! 🎉🍑

at #4, with 58 votes, we have... deep end! joon hoes with TWO appearances on the board, we love to see it 👏 i loooove that y'all are down not only for period smut, but for some of the risks i took with using more flowery/poetic language in this one! i had so much fun trying something new, i'd love to revisit this couple and that writing style again!!

at #3, with 59 votes, we have... two in one! y'all. no. i'm shook. wig FLEW, wig in the STRATOSPHERE. say WHAT?!?!?! the first fic i ever posted on this blog, my most self-indulgent work (actually it might not be the Most lmfao but it's UP THERE) - i'm. NUMBER THREE?!?!??! okayokayokay 👀 i see y'all 👀 we're gonna have a verrrrry fun jihope month next month aren't we?!?! 😈

at #2, with 65 votes, we have... the shape of your body! oh man 🥺 i'm almost, like, emotional to see this one rank so high. this fic is so so personal and dear to me, and was a BIG leap for my writing in a lot of ways. the fact that the response has been so overwhelmingly positive, and that so many of y'all read all 24,000 words of that fic and said you want MORE. i can never put into words how much that means to me 🙇‍♀️ it's hard for me to think of a whole plot for a sequel - bc i wrote so damn much already 😂 but lemme see what i can do to at least cook up a drabble or two (if you have ideas, keep 'em in your back pocket for jihope month 👀)

and finally... at #1... with 70 votes... no one is surprised 😂 - it's drip! ahhhhh squirt god min yoongi. we meet again. i will never live this fic down lmfaoooo. and funny... doesn't he have a birthday coming up soon? i could've sworn... 👀💦💦💦

alright besties!!! i'd love to know your thoughts!!! any surprises? any you're happy to see?? anything that didn't make the list that you're about to get out the torches and pitchforks over??? i wanna hear it all, so drop me a comment or an ask and let me knoooow!! 🎤💜

(for me, it's babygirl missing out on the top 10 by two votes... but it's fine i'm fine... 😭)

also can i just say - look at y'all, getting ALL OF OT7 ON THE BOARD??? we fucking love to see it!!! equal opportunists on this blog! yaaaaaaas porn for everybody!!! 👏👏👏

[tojikai]

Drama, Pregnancy, Cheating, Trauma, and Mommy Issues. OH HOW I MISSED THIS STORY.

(I'm apologizing now because for each chapter I'm genuinely just going to send a long ask of my thoughts and reactions that I had while reading. Beware.)

Chapter: IX

The mommy issues and trauma really shone through during this chapter. Hate how I could relate. It truly sucks having a parent who's a good person but a bad parent. Y/N love please get therapy. If not for yourself at least for your baby. You deserve to have some peace of mind. Especially after everything she's gone through.

He’d only choose you if she wasn’t one of the choices. MA'AM. You can't keep throwing sentences in here like this. You keep breaking my heart. That just hurt 🥹

Imma need Rie to shut up and not start stuff. So glad she kept her mouth quiet when talking to our mother. But she genuinely needs to realize that the person at fault is not y/n. It's Hoetoru's. He was the one in a relationship. He cheated when he was in a relationship with Y/N idk why you thought he'd be loyal with you but whatever.

When I tell you I cheered when she said you're not my boyfriend. GET HIM GIRL.

I've never liked Suguru but I like your version of him. He makes me feel things and I quite frankly don't appreciate it 😭. I just keep thinking about those tattoos. Especially when he rolled his sleeves up at the bar. IT'S NOT FAIR.

Not Hoejo saying you locked him out like he lives there or something. My guy go home, she don't want you. Be like Elsa and let it go.

Please tell me that this is the beginning of a budding romance between y/n and Suguru because honey that would be a plot twist. She never gets back together with Hoetoru, her baby has 3 parents who are all present in their life and everyone gets therapy. I feel like that's not gonna happen though. I'm going to be sad by the end of this series aren't I? Sigh.

Why does he need to know about y'all's business? Y'all are two grown adults who did a bit of the Devil's Tango. It happens. Hoejo don't gotta know what y'all be doing on the down low. You're still gonna tell him aren't you Geto? Please don't.

I need Gojo to stop acting like a boyfriend and start acting like a father. All you need to do it take care of Y/N and the health of the baby. All this other mess is extra. We don't need extra. We need you to be a responsible adult for just one day. I know it's hard for you hun but at least pretend or something.

I JUST KNOW HE ISN'T TALKING. I had to sit away from my phone after Hoetoru got mad at Geto. He really said I know I'm not her boyfriend but.... That's when he should've stopped talking but no he just had to keep going. 🤦🏽‍♀️ You mad? Aw poor thing. Could've all been avoided if you just drove her home and let it be.

Maybe it's just me. But I don't see anything wrong with what y/n did with Suguru. Maybe it's just my fury toward Gojo distorting my values but honestly I'm not seeing how this is a betrayal. But whatever, if y'all feel guilty i can't do anything about that. But I promise you that this betrayal is nowhere near as bad as what Gojo did. But to each his own. Y'all are better than I'll ever be.

HOW COME GOJO GOT TO PUNCH HIM? SKIP YOUR FEELINGS HOE! THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU DIDN'T CHEAT. I HATE IT HERE.

Previous sentence cancelled Geto got to punch him too. Oh nononono please I can't, don't make me cry. I loved her first. *Sobs loudly* Suguru is a true friend and even if he doesn't get y/n I hope he gets some closure.

I think it's interesting how Gojo and Geto are like 2 sides of the same coin. Both are willing to go through heaven and hell for this woman to be happy. However, Gojo is selfish while Geto is more selfless. Gojo keeps trying to force something despite the discomfort and pain that he's causing y/n. When Geto was just willing to let his feelings go because he knew it'd make things easier in y/n. I'm sure there's some people out there who'd love having a partner like Gojo who's willing to fight. But sometimes the best course of action is letting go. Especially if it's for the happiness of the person that you love.

He poured his heart out to you and you still... I don't have the energy to be mad at you anymore. I'm just done.

Oh that ending. Way to keep us on our toes.

I think the main reason why I love this story so much is the way you write makes me so emotionally attached to these characters. If only Gojo didn't cheat. If only Geto didn't give up on his feelings towards y/n. If only Gojo didn't drive Rie home that day. If only. If only. If only. It breaks my heart knowing all the possible outcomes and how this story's ending is most likely going to be bittersweet. But I can definitely tell how much you love what you're doing and how hard you've worked on this. This takes a lot of skill, time, and energy. So thank you. I'm gonna cry so hard when I get to this epilogue.

wow omgg i really enjoyed reading this !! it's nice to read a new perspective about what yn and geto did. gojo's character didn't want to be angry abt it, really. he's just so hurt and he also thinks that he doesn't have the right to be hurt bc of what he did. it's like all actions that he can take can be valid yet also invalid at the same time. it opened up the situation between them and yn before all of it. AND i like how you compared gojo and geto's love for yn !! it's nice to know that someone would fight with their whole heart and never give you up but it's also great to know that someone would rather hurt and let you go if it means your happiness🥺anyways thank you soooo much for your support, that means A LOT to me <33 i hope you're doing well ~!!

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Honestly getting sick of this fandom immediately calling everything that doesn't make them horny bad. Like the characters have good in game reasons for how they're acting, the story is still very much ongoing if you bother to read the dialogue and the new chapters are set up that way because they have to introduce AND flesh out 3 new whole ass characters asap on top of the main story.

But nah, screw all that mammon hasn't obessed over me in 0.005 seconds so his character is awful and the new chapters are trash.

I'm sorry for the incoherent ramble but it's genuinely all i've been seeing lately and it's getting real annoying real quick.

The truth is I followed a bunch of OM! blogs back when I first got into it mid 2020 and haven't checked the tag since then. All my OM! related content comes specifically from those blogs. I find new OM! blogs to follow from the posts reblogged by those og blogs.

I did that because I really like OM! It's one of the only things that's managed to hold my interest for this long and I know if I had to constantly see so many negative thoughts about it (like you occasionally find in the tags) it'd just sour the whole experience for me

I know, like everything, it's got its down side but I'd rather focus on the side that makes me happy (which is most of it) because the whole reason I'm on tumblr is to enjoy myself. Real life is bad enough that I don't want to be complaining about the little fictional worlds I'm obsessed with too

At the end of the day we're all entitled to our own opinions and while I agree with you - that the story is progressing the way it is because that's what needs to happen - if people want to complain about it then they should be able to. It's up to all of us individually to curate our own tumblr experiences.

In other words,

• Filter out the tags that upset you (the posts will show up, but you won't be able to see the contents)

• Block people who upset you or even mildly annoy you if you want (their posts won't show up at all)

It's not being mean or whatever to do so. You're looking out for yourself.

Block the people who piss you off (yes, even if that means me!) and look after yourself. You shouldn't be stressed on social media

Ask/Answer this ask was based off:

Why are y'all hating S4 Mammon when he has been nothing but amazing✨

[yanban-san]

HI!! I saw you said in a post you might make a fic for the demon submas au?? Oh my god yes please?? I would absolutely adore to read something like that centering around the funny boys! Would it be on ao3? And would it be gender neutral or she/her or he/him? I love everything you’ve posted about this au so far there is a worm in my brain screaming about it currently and it is hungry for more content srry for the long ask im just hooked <3

Aaay yes, I did mention it on the discord. :)

The thing with me and AO3-level fics... I know I have Arkheion on AO3, but my "long" fics take me a pretty long time to do- I like to work out the entire story line, and come up with detailed ideas for each scene I want to include in a work before I even think of posting it- It's a fear of mine that I might start a project and then have no clue how to end it. I would hate to start and then drop it, you know? Also there's a lot of lore planning and planning to make it interesting- I don't want to just repeat some of the asks I've answered here or anything like that, of course.

I also have some ideas for an alternate Eldritch AU- Which gives me terrible brainworms for different plots, different stories, and perhaps a more "serious" toned AU (Though of course, still with them being dumbasses. That is a central theme of the work here.) But the alternate AU would center around Darling's life in a very alternate/fan made version of Unova (That because of a typo is now called Unora) working as a reporter for a fictional site/journal/magazine that I will soon be posting about- The Lit.Wick Paranormal Investigative Team and Journalists- And Darling's job of figuring out just what's up with that weird ass train station that has literally been around for almost the entirety of Unora's existence? There may potentially also be arte for the AU because I have spent some time designing some of the elements of this place- Because it's essentially the pokemon version of the OU that lives in my brain 24/7, though I don't want to promise anything yet.

But I get off topic. I also would consider doing a full-length fic of the "normal" eldritch AU as well, and actually had a good two chapters typed up on my old laptop, and that currently reside in my external harddrive (phew) that I might return to.

And would it be gender neutral or she/her or he/him?

It'd *probably* be she/her? Or they/them- Or interchangeable. I don't know if I could write AMAB very well, unfortunately- (Though I encourage anyone who wants to try to absolutely do so!!)

I love everything you’ve posted about this au so far there is a worm in my brain screaming about it currently and it is hungry for more content srry for the long ask im just hooked <3

That makes me so happy to hear! I am glad y'all enjoy the AU so much- I apologize for not posting very frequently as of late!

[pentechnics]

Puzzle Piece

Chapter 12 of Of Love and Time

Summary: Your sickness takes over. A surprise visitor just might have an unexpected cure. You discover a space filling up that you didn't even know was empty.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (no y/n)

Series content: teacher/parent AU, fluff, slow burn, lots of mutual pining, sexual tension, mentions of past trauma (tagged in detail for specific chapters), depictions of violence (nothing explicit, no gore), angst, a dash of hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, Grogu is at the equivalent age of a human 4-year-old and can speak

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Chapter content: mention of vomiting, nothing descriptive

“...Din?”

It was hardly a whisper. You were frozen in place, staring at Din, who stood on your porch with several bags cradled in his hands. His brown shoulder bag was also slung across his body. Butterflies filled your gut as if a box filled with them had been opened, releasing them to freedom. You blinked several times to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

“Are you okay? I… heard you weren’t well.”

The sound of his velvety voice after so long felt like a splash of cool water on your burning face. You took in a gulp of air.

“I-um, yeah, just a little under the weather.” You hated how coarse you sounded, but pushed the thought away and stood to the side, opening the door for him.

“Come in.”

He nodded and made his way through the door. Your mind was racing with questions — the loudest one being how you were supposed to treat this encounter. You stepped toward him after shutting the door and took a breath, gesturing to what looked like every grocery item the planet had to offer.

“What’s all this?”

Din set the bags down before looking back at you. “I was asked to deliver something to you.”

“Was it the entire grocery store?” You teased, trying to add a little laugh that came out sounding like a dying Loth Cat.

Din reached into his shoulder bag and produced a large piece of yellow poster paper.

“This is from your students.”

Your lips parted as you looked between Din and the paper, your frail hands accepting it from him. The cover read ‘Get Well Soon!’ in very squiggly writing, along with a variety of little drawings — planets, creatures, hearts and other shapes, even some portraits of the artists themselves — surrounding the words. You bit your lip as your heart swelled.

You opened up the card to find fourteen little messages with a signature and drawings next to each one. They wished you well, said they missed you, and sent you soup and other treats via their drawings. It was all so precious. But the message that had you fighting tears was near the bottom on the right side, next to a heart and a familiar-looking drawing of a Blurrg:

“You can count on us too, Miss! Like 1 2 3! We love you, feel better soon! -All of us”

You cupped your mouth with a hand and took in a breath through your nose while you took in the sweet words. Their kindness sent a wave of warmth through you, like a fuzzy blanket tucked around your heart. It was overwhelming. You closed the card and held it to your chest, watery eyes returning to Din.

“Thank you for delivering this. It means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

You glanced back down at the pile of bags at Din’s feet.

“So then, what’s up with all that?”

Din looked at the pile as well, gloved hand coming up to scratch his neck.

“I-uh, wasn’t sure what you liked, so I picked up a few different things.”

Your mind went blank. You opened your mouth to say something, but your brain wasn’t producing any words.

“I wasn’t sure what you were sick with, either, so I brought stuff to help different problems.”

“You-... you got all this for me?” you asked, your tone betraying your disbelief.

“Din, you didn’t have to do that-”

“I know.”

His gaze snapped to you, arms snapping to his sides.

“I wanted to.”

You sighed and gave him a weak smile.

“Well, thank you. I… really appreciate it.”

He nodded before picking up a couple of the bags.

“There are some things that need to be refrigerated, could I…?” he jabbed his head towards your living room.

“Oh- yeah, of course. The kitchen’s just through there.” You stepped into the living room and pointed the way for him.

“Thank you.”

Just before you could offer to take care of it yourself, he cut you off.

“Don’t even. I’ll just be a minute.”

You were caught off guard, but recovered after a moment with a laugh and a shake of your head. You tucked the card into the space between your wall and your holo stand and stepped back to the entryway to peek in the other bags. Some crackers, various hydrators, fresh produce, and other such goodies were tucked inside.

Wait- were those your favorite cookies in there? Your brow raised as you eyed the box.

“So what have your symptoms been?”

Your head snapped up as Din re-entered the room, causing it to throb. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Um, I’ve been vomiting, my head’s hurting, chills, when I stand up I get kinda light-headed. I can’t really tell if I have a fever or not since I’ve been constantly hot and cold.”

Din didn’t answer right away. You heard a tiny beeping sound.

“You’re burning up.”

You opened your eyes and tilted your head. Din just pointed to his helmet.

“Ah, thermal map?”

He nodded.

“Very cool,” you said with a nod. He took a step towards you.

“You know, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone with symptoms like that. It could be dangerous if you faint or fall.”

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted.

He tilted his head in that exasperated way.

“You’re not standing straight, Missy.”

“Pssh,” you scoffed, “sure I am.”

You were wrong. A moment later you were falling over. Din was quick to catch you. You grasped his upper arms to steady yourself.

“Yeah, okay — I’m cashing in my winnings from the race now.”

You looked up at him.

“Let me help you. I just want to make sure you’ll be okay.”

You stared into his visor, unsure of what to do.

“Say the word and I’ll leave. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But… I’m worried for you. If you’ll let me, I’d like to help.”

You couldn’t help feeling guilty; after everything you’d done, he still wants to help you? It didn’t make total sense, but you weren’t in a position to say no. Not when he was right and you were presently too dizzy to stand on your own. And you couldn’t lie — the last thing you wanted was for him to leave.

“... Okay.”

He let out a breathy sigh.

“Thank you. Let’s sit you down now, okay?”

You nodded and let Din walk you over to the couch. He pulled your covers up over your legs. You smiled and invited him to sit next to you. He did so, though he kept himself stiff as a board.

“So when did this start?” he asked.

“Early this morning.” you said, letting yourself hit the back of the couch. You recounted the details of waking up to a nasty surprise and then calling in sick.

“I’m sorry that happened,” he said when you finished. “It sounds familiar to me, though.”

“What do you think it is?”

“My best guess is stress,” he said as he turned his body to face you. “You might’ve put yourself through too much, and now your body’s shutting down and forcing you to rest.”

You scoffed. “Sounds like me.”

A light silence fell over you both. You were grateful it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, but the guilt of not contacting him in so long still swirled about in your mind.

“One thing that might help is letting it out. What sort of stress have you been holding?”

You looked at him with raised brows, you brain going through a checklist of what had been bothering you as of late: having feelings for Din, not knowing how to express them, knowing you shouldn’t express them — yet, at least — guilt for leaving him hanging, fear over how he felt about you now, guilt for not telling Gila about what happened and going through whatever process that would jumpstart-

Your stomach churned again. There really was a lot on your mind. You took a breath.

“Well,” you started, “I guess I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking about things. And some of it has been hard to work through.”

He motioned for you to continue.

You bit your lip. He said to let it out, right? What was the use in keeping this in, especially now that Din was right in front of you? You let your tongue take over and say the first thing to come to mind.

“I was scared you were angry with me.”

“What? Why?” He asked with a tilt of his head and a small scoff.

“I shouldn’t have run out on you like that, and I’m sorry I haven’t called or messaged you. I just needed to figure myself out and there’s so much to talk about… I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Hey, wait,” he scooched a bit closer to you. “I don’t blame you for that. Not at all.”

You looked at him. There was no way for you to visually gauge his sincerity, but you didn’t need to — it was in his voice.

“I understand that the circumstances are tricky. I knew that going into it, but I guess I couldn’t help myself.”

You gave him a little smile.

“I am sorry, though,” he continued, “I don’t regret doing it, but I do regret the pain it’s causing you.”

“I don’t regret it either, really, but I do have to report myself to the admins for it. And I just don’t know what that’s going to look like.”

He let out an irritated sigh.

“I’m so sorry, Miss.”

“Hey,” you placed a hand on his where it rested on his thigh. “I might be scared, but I can face the music. I’m just worried about what it’ll mean for you and Grogu.”

He turned his palm up to clasp your hand.

“Don’t worry about us,” he said, visor locked on you. “We’ve seen worse.”

You took in a breath and gave him a small grin.

“See? How does that feel now?”

“A little lighter.”

“Good.”

You squeezed his hand.

“Thank you for listening.”

He nodded.

“So then…” you trailed off, eyes finding his visor again. “Are we okay?”

He bowed his head down to you, scooching closer before sandwiching your hand in both of his.

“Of course.”

You smiled.

“I do think we should have an actual conversation about everything, just so we know we’re on the same page.”

“That sounds good,” he said with another nod. “But let’s wait until you’re better, okay? Wouldn’t want to aggravate your system while it’s healing.”

You grinned.

“Smart idea.”

He caressed your hand with both of his. The feeling reminded you of that night, when he drove you home and told you his name. You remembered how much you wanted to keep holding on. You took a deep breath and squeezed his hand.

Just as you were settling back into silence, your stomach lurched. Your hand flew up to your mouth. Din sprang into action and handed you one of the stray plastic bags. You projected your head into it just in time to let your body release whatever infuriating substance that remained in your stomach. Your throat burned with each heave.

After a moment you felt Din scooch closer to you, gathering your hair behind your head. One hand held it back and the other came to rest between your shoulder blades. His fingers ran slowly back and forth from their position. The sensation was so gentle and warm; it immediately began to ease the tension in your body. You sighed before your body jumped back into its protest.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Din whispered.

“Let it all out, I’ve got you.”

After some more coughs and spurts, your breathing evened out. You poked your eyes out from the bag and looked around your messy floor. The sight of discarded gloves and gauntlets had you furrowing your brow.

Your eyes widened as Din’s bare hand held the tissue box out to you.

It was beautiful — large, with thick, defined appendages. Glowing brown skin that had you gasping for breath for reasons unrelated to your health. You took a tissue to wipe off your face and kept your gaze away, a bit grateful for the excuse to hide your flushed cheeks.

After tying the bag shut Din took it from your shivering hands and set it on the floor.

“Let’s lay you back down.”

He gently gripped your shoulders and guided your weary frame back down onto the couch. He removed his cape and draped it onto you, then brought up your covers and tucked them around you.

“I’m going to go take care of this for you real quick, okay? I’ll be back.”

You whispered a hoarse ‘okay’ in response. You stared into his visor and tried to manage a little smile to show your gratitude. He gave your shoulder a small squeeze and stood from the couch. He gathered up all the bags holding the contents of your current and previous episodes from throughout the day and turned back to you.

“Is the trash bin out back?” he asked.

You nodded and pointed behind you.

“By the back door.”

He nodded and walked off. You sighed and rubbed the worn fabric of his cape between your fingers. Despite the lingering embarrassment of the situation, you were happy he was there. Both he and Gila had been right about it being a bad idea to try handling this alone. And his presence was so soothing — like reaching an oasis after spending weeks in the bone-dry desert, moments away from your last breath only to be saved by the relief of sweet water down your parched throat.

With the thought of parched throats, you eyed your water bottle on the ground. But your face immediately scrunched up at the notion of putting more things in your body. You shook your head and pulled Din’s cape over your mouth, closing your eyes and resting your head against the couch. The faint sound of running water filled your ears as you focused on your breathing.

You heard the faint tap of Din’s boots on your carpet before some shuffling, then the sound of plastic being moved about. Moments later the couch sunk beside you as Din sat back down. He brushed a stray hair out of your face before his hand came to rest on your forehead. You sighed and leaned into the contact. His skin was cool against the fresh sweat that covered yours. His thumb traced upward from your eyebrow in a continuous motion. Your muscles relaxed.

“Is that a little better?” came his gentle tone.

You nodded under his hand.

“Good. Just keep resting, okay?”

He replaced his hand with a damp cloth before he stood from the couch. You frowned and cracked your eyes open. Din was opening your living room window, mindful to keep the curtain down to shield you from the sunlight. Once he was finished, he strode across the room once more. “I’ll be right back,” he called.

You closed your eyes again. The calming sound of a wind chime swaying in the breeze flew through the window. You focused on it to keep from thinking about your stomach.

~~~

Boba finished preparing ingredients for dinner as his comm buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from Din.

‘I’m going to stay here for a while,’ it read, ‘She’s really not doing well and it’s not safe to leave her alone.’

Boba let out a small ‘huh.’ He began typing a reply.

‘Figured it was bad. We’ll take care of the child. Give her our best.’

He moved to pocket his comm when a light bulb went off in his head. He whipped the message feed back up and added another note.

‘Packed you some spare clothes in your sack. Y’know, just in case. Let us know if you two need anything.’

Boba set the comm in his pocket and headed over to where Fennec and Grogu sat on the sofa in the living room, watching a program about the misadventures of some fictional aquatic creature. They both turned to him.

“Any word from Mando?” Fennec asked.

Boba nodded.

“He’s with her now. She’s very sick, so he’ll be staying with her to make sure she’s taken care of.”

“Is Miss gonna be okay?” Grogu asked, wringing his fingers together in his lap. Fennec tugged him into her side.

“She’ll be just fine, kiddo. Promise.”

Boba nodded in agreement and knelt down to look at Grogu before adding,

“And now your papa is there to help, and he gave her the special card you all made. I bet she’ll be better even faster than you think.”

“Really?” Grogu asked with a smile.

“Maybe,” Boba said with a shrug. “It’s always possible.”

Boba gave Grogu a wink, which made him giggle.

“Miss is gonna be better soon,” Grogu said, clenching his hands into fists.

“That’s right. No need to worry, little guy.”

Boba stood and patted Grogu on the head.

“How about a little treat before dinner?”

“His dad wouldn’t be too thrilled about that,” Fennec said between chuckles.

“Well, he’s not here now, is he?” Boba replied, booping Grogu’s nose while giving him a mischievous smile.

“Shh, I won’t tell,” Grogu whispered, putting a little finger to his mouth.

The three of them shared a laugh. Boba lifted Grogu into his arms and the trio made their way into the kitchen to peruse their options.

~~~

You blinked your eyes open and immediately winced at the pain returning to your head. Din was sitting next to you, head facing the holofeed. He turned to you as you stirred.

“Hey,” he said.

He had removed his boots and the rest of his armor, the pieces sitting in a neat pile against the wall.

“Did I fall asleep?” you asked, removing the now warm cloth from your face.

“Yeah, for a little bit. How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” you said with a little yawn. “My head’s still killing me, though.”

He nodded.

“It might be a good time to try these out.”

He reached behind him and produced a box of plain crackers. You pulled the covers over your mouth.

“Don’t worry, these are meant to stay down. It’ll be a good start for your stomach.”

You looked up at him. He solidified his words with a nod.

“We’ll need to get some food in you before you can take any medicine.”

You furrowed your brow before slowly nodding and sitting up. He opened the box and handed you a packet of crackers. You took one out and examined it. Big salt crystals decorated its surface, and little holes created a neat pattern in its center.

“It’ll be okay. I’ve got you.”

You glanced at Din before taking a deep breath and biting into the cracker. Its salty flavor pleased your taste buds, and you didn’t feel any dread from your body as you swallowed.

“It’s good,” you said as you finished it off.

“I’m glad. Grogu likes these a lot. I honestly think they’re too salty.”

“The salt is the best part!” you said with a little giggle, taking out another cracker.

He laughed and shook his head.

“Just be careful, don’t eat them too fast. I’m guessing you haven’t had much food today.”

You shook your head.

“We’ll get you a real meal after your body adjusts to those. Once you’ve had a few more, try one of these.”

He reached behind him again and pulled out a bright green drink in a tiny bottle.

“This is filled with electrolytes, it’ll help replenish your body. It’s also meant to be easier on your stomach.”

“Okay,” you took the little bottle and placed it in your lap next to your crackers.

“Thank you again for all this, Din. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

He gently placed his hand on your knee.

“It’s my pleasure, Miss.”

You stared at his hand. Large and strong, easily taking up the entire surface area of your knee with space to spare. Bones protruded through the skin as his fingers moved about. A similar sense of confusion flooded your senses, just like when you saw his chin. Was this a sight you deserved to see? What made him trust you enough to be so vulnerable? You looked up at him.

“I know we said we were going to wait, but… can I ask you something?”

His visor locked onto you, his hand going stiff on your knee.

“Okay.”

“Why me?”

“What do you mean?” he asked back with a tilt of the head.

“I mean… I guess I’m just wondering how you trust me enough to do things like this-” you motioned to his bare hand before looking back up.

“We haven’t known each other very long, and I know gestures like this are a big deal, so I don’t quite understand it.”

He didn’t answer right away. A little ‘tch’ sound bounced out of his modulator before he shifted to face you.

“Let me tell you, then.”

He took his hand away from your knee and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“For me, trusting someone isn’t so much a matter of time. It’s a matter of action. Of words. I choose to trust someone after seeing for myself what makes them who they are, and how they treat other people. With you…”

His knuckles ran up and down your cheek. Your heart rate increased as electricity flowed through your face. You were blown away by how soft his skin was. You gulped and tried to focus on his words instead of the way his touch clouded your mind.

“With you, I knew I could trust you after talking to you about Grogu those first few times. It didn’t take long, because he’d come home and rave about you. And I trust his judgement. Then I’d go see you and you’d be the same way about him. That told me you genuinely cared about him.

As time went on and I saw more of you, I noticed more things that I liked. And I wanted to start trusting you… with myself.”

Your mind went blank. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Your tongue ran on without you, your brain too tired to think before speaking.

“Din,” you breathed, “how does someone as broken as me give you the confidence to do that?”

He sat straighter.

“What? Broken?”

A little shock pierced your gut. He sounded angry. You looked down at your crackers.

“I just- I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but people don’t typically stay around me for very long. Gila’s the one exception but more often than not, I’m more of a pit stop.”

You took a breath.

“Something about me makes people leave. I don’t know what, but I don’t want to disappoint you by not being capable of being constant or long-lasting. I don’t want you to regret any of these choices.”

You stared at his hand again, memorizing every curve of the bones, every little spot that decorated the beautiful skin. You took it all in as if this would be the last time you’d ever get to see it.

“Hey- look at me.”

You didn’t move. You couldn’t bear to look. Your chest fell with the heft of your words, a dull pain seeping through. He called your name as he grabbed your chin and brought your face up. You froze in his grip.

“There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing you’ve done has made you deserve to be treated badly. I need you to understand that.”

You didn’t say a word.

“And I know it hurts,” he went on, “but you can’t let those experiences stop you from letting people in. Believe me.”

All you could do was stare as he continued, hand leaving your chin and coming around to cup your cheek.

“You are an incredible person. Strong, smart, determined, feisty,” he let out a little laugh.

“… Breathtaking… in every sense of the word.”

He paused with a sigh, thumb sweeping across the apple of your cheek.

“Just because some people couldn’t handle all of that does not mean you have done anything wrong. Those traits are part of what makes you you, things I have grown to... appreciate.”

You had a feeling that last word wasn’t what he wanted to say, but you didn’t push it. You were helpless under his gaze, mind completely blank. He whispered your name, soft and tender, like he was keeping it safe on his lips. The sound of it filled your heart with warmth and life, as if a dormant volcano was suddenly erupting in your soul. His hand fell to your shoulder before he continued.

“I choose to trust you because of the person you’ve shown to me. All of those things, plus how kind, loyal, caring, selfless…”

His hand squeezed your shoulder, his other one moving to cover one of yours in your lap. How was his skin so soft? The contact sent a blaze through your every nerve.

“... and so, so much more, that you are. You deserve to have people in your life that recognize and uplift these things about you — don’t forget that.”

Those words pierced you, as if you’d been shot in the heart with a blaster. You hadn’t expected any of this. Your chest squeezed as tears pricked behind your eyes.

“You want to know what amazes me most about you?”

You didn’t speak. You hardly breathed.

“How you choose to love people. Even though life has been cold to you, you go into it with warmth. You treat everyone with the things you weren’t even getting. That kind of love is so rare. Don’t you see, that’s what defines you — the way you choose to love despite what you’ve been through. Does that really sound broken to you?”

A tear spilled from your eye. Your mind was swimming. Your heart was pounding. You stared at Din as he tilted his head closer to you, his thumb running across your knuckles. You didn’t know what else to do other than lean forward, your head falling onto his shoulder. His muscles tensed before settling again under your touch, his hands coming to rest on your back. He quietly cleared his throat before pulling you a little closer.

It was as if he’d taken your abused heart and kissed the bruises that decorated it. Not getting rid of them, but easing the ache, and then held it close to protect the fragile organ from further harm.

He held you in his arms like the most precious of gems: a gentle and firm caress that had you sighing against the fabric of his flight suit. You mumbled a little ‘thank you,’ and he squeezed your frame.

You’d never felt so at home before. He was so warm. So safe. His being encased you in a shield of soft affection that you never wanted to part from. You surrendered to the sensation, your hand coming up to rest on Din’s chest.

This was different from when he’d held you as the two of you put Grogu to bed — this was yours. Right now, he was all yours.

And you were all his.

~~~

“Yeah, I think that’s doable,” Gila said into her comm. She jotted a note down as she spoke.

“What other ideas did you have?”

A small knock proceeded Kos entering her office, waving a hand in apology. She nodded at them.

“Someone wants to see you, says it’s urgent.”

Gila scrunched her brow, ducking her head towards her comm.

“Hey- I’m going to have to call you back.”

After a brief goodbye she hung up the call and asked Kos to send in the visitor. Her brow shot up and her mouth made an ‘o’ as they walked in. Kos closed the door to her office, leaving the two alone.

“I didn’t know you were still here — what can I do for you?”

The visitor walked up and took a seat across from Gila, hands folded together in their lap.

“I need to file a report.”

~~~

You weren’t sure how long you stayed in Din’s arms before your stomach growled. To your dismay he nudged you back up and encouraged you to keep eating, separating from you aside from a hand on your leg.

Once you’d had a few more crackers and downed the little bottle of green liquid, energy slowly began to flow through your system. The dried layers of sweat on your face became more apparent when you scratched your nose. You grimaced.

“I feel kinda gross,” you said, “I think I’m okay enough to take a shower.”

“Sounds good, in the meantime I’ll get some food ready for you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“On one condition,” you held up a finger. He tilted his head.

“You make sure to eat, too. Can’t be taking care of me if you’re not also cared for.”

He scoffed.

“Says you, Missy.”

You tried to keep down a chuckle and fix him with a look.

“But don’t worry. I will.”

You smiled and poised your feet on the ground. You took a deep breath and held onto Din’s offered hand to hoist yourself up, your other one holding his cape to your frame. You wobbled a bit before finding your footing, your mind still going foggy from the movement.

Din stood with you and gathered your things into a bag.

“You okay to walk?” he asked.

“I think so,” you said, wrapping the cape around your shoulders. You took a few small steps towards the stairs, Din staying just behind you.

You made it to the staircase before you needed to stop, your body still weak and heavy. Din placed a hand on your back.

“Can you make it up?”

You took your breaths slow and deep, never feeling like you were getting enough air. You glanced up at Din with a small shrug. He stepped closer and wrapped his arm around you.

“May I?”

You nodded. But you didn’t expect him to scoop you up in his arms, balancing the bag of items in his hand while his arm came under your knees to hold you secure. You let out a little squeal; he snickered.

Your head landed in the crook of his neck. The fabric of his cowl was softer against your skin than his flight suit. Half of your face was shielded by the lip of his helmet, cloaking your vision in partial darkness. The slight turbulence that came with each step had you slightly bumping up and down in Din’s grasp, the motions relaxing you when paired with the heat from his body.

Your mind wandered to your dreams, where your head ended up in this spot almost every time. In a home, in a park, in other places you didn’t recognize. No matter the context, you gravitated to it. Now that you were actually here, it was no wonder your subconscious wanted it so badly. You fit perfectly, like this spot was made for your head to rest on. You smiled and nuzzled into the cowl, breathing in that crisp scent that always accompanied Din’s presence.

His neck muscles flexed when he swallowed. He gave you a little squeeze.

When you two made it up the stairs, you pointed the way to your room, reassuring him with a giggle that he could enter when he hesitated at the door. He set you down by your bed and began placing your essentials on your nightstand. You tossed the cape on the bed and started walking towards the bathroom.

“I’ll go start on the food now,” Din said when he finished. “Is there anything you’d like me to bring from downstairs?”

You stopped to face him and thought for a moment. You briefly remembered that cookie box you spotted and bit your lip.

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring the cookies.”

Your wide eyes snapped to him, and he laughed. He doubled over, hand on his knee, and he laughed.

There it was. The belly laugh you’d been aching to hear. Nothing was covering it up, nothing at all interrupted the path between his laugh and your ears. It only lasted for a moment but it had you gasping for air.

It was beautiful.

The ethereal sound of his baritone hysterics reverberated through every inch of your body, sending goosebumps up your arms. Your cheeks ached from the stretch of your smile.

“How did you know?” you asked, glee pouring out of your voice. He took a second to catch his breath.

“I saw you looking at them earlier. Guess I made a good choice.”

You giggled.

“Anything else?”

You shook your head.

“I think I’m good. But bring anything you want, too, and please use whatever you need. Just make yourself at home.”

“Thank you,” he said with a nod before making his way out.

You crept into your bathroom and popped into the shower. The warm water did little to help your situation. Your body was already so hot, but a cold shower would only exacerbate your symptoms. Though washing away the sweat and grime from the day still filled you with a sense of refreshment. You took your time, washing off every surface and letting the steam cleanse your sinuses.

There were moments when you’d talk yourself into staying in there just a bit longer, so that Din would have more time to eat in peace.

When you were done you changed into a clean set of pajamas and wrapped a towel around your dripping hair. Your body felt a little stronger than it had beforehand, which you were grateful for. Though your steps were still wobbly as you made your way to the door and opened it.

You stopped.

There was Din, sitting on the edge of your bed. A bowl of food sat on your bedside table behind him. The faint daylight from the window bounced off the beskar, making the chrome surfaces glitter like crystal. The image of him here, in your bedroom, having made you a meal, stirred something in you. You wanted to cry.

What gave him the right, you wondered. What gave him the right to bring you to your knees just by existing.

It was as if someone had reached into the recesses of your mind and pulled out your idea of what perfection looked like, then molded it into reality before your eyes. It seemed so natural to have him here, being part of your home. You wondered how you were ever able to live in this room alone, much less the whole house. After this, you never wanted to do that again. A small huff left your lips.

Shit, you thought.

Oh.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

Your head began to spin and your hand clenched around the doorframe. You leaned over, your free hand gripping the air as your legs began to give out.

Din looked up and immediately made his way to you, arms extended in caution. Your eyes never left him.

“Are you okay?”

You blinked as you looked into his visor. Your chest heaved with short breaths. You nodded quickly, not trusting your words to dismiss his worry. He was not convinced.

“Are you sure? Come here.”

He wrapped his arms around you and stood you up straight. He supported your frame as he brought his hand to your forehead, pressing the back of it against your freshly cleaned skin. Your eyes didn’t move from where they stared into the black abyss.

“At least you don’t feel feverish anymore. Let’s get you some food.”

You let him lead you to the bed with his hands on your shoulders.

He helped you settle in. You pulled his cape over your legs before laying against the headboard and letting him put your covers over you. He handed you the bowl. You stared at his figure: broad and strong. Hands capable of just as much gentleness as they were of wrangling bounties. The stories those hands could tell, you thought. You wanted to hear them. You took a couple deep breaths, filing away your thoughts in favor of maintaining at least some of your composure.

You tapped the bed next to you, inviting Din to sit with you. He hesitated, looking between you and the spot before rounding the bed. He stopped again and looked at you. You smiled and nodded, tapping the spot again. He slowly lowered himself down, stretching his legs out beside yours and folding his hands in his lap. The extra weight on the bed had you feeling secure; you smiled.

“Thank you for making this,” you said as you looked at the food.

It was so colorful; Din had created a soup with a clear broth, noodles, and plenty of veggies swimming with what looked like Bantha meat. You recognized most of these ingredients from the grocery bags he’d brought with him.

“I hope you like it. It usually helps me when I’m not well.”

You took a bite. Your eyes went wide.

Warmth encompassed your mouth and spread throughout your body. The combination of flavors from the produce and the perfectly prepared Bantha marched in a colorful parade around your taste buds.

Tears welled in your eyes. It had been so long since you felt this sensation.

“Is it okay?” came Din’s quiet question beside you. You nodded profusely as you swallowed.

“It’s amazing!”

You took another bite, a smile growing despite you trying to chew. Din chuckled.

“Now don’t go too fast, your stomach is still fragile.”

You nodded again. You’d forgotten about that. You slowed down the pace and put your spoon down in the bowl. You looked over at Din.

“Did you eat?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a laugh. “I had some soup downstairs.”

“That’s good,” you replied with a nod.

The two of you sat in a small silence. You took a couple more bites of your food. Even though the silence was comfortable, you started worrying that Din might be bored.

“I don’t have a holoconnection in here,” you started, ”but I do have a data pad if you want to watch something… or something.”

He hummed.

“Is there something you’d like to watch?”

“I don’t watch too many things nowadays,” you started, “but there is this one show I found that’s pretty funny. I just started it not too long ago.”

“Let’s do that,” he said, “it’ll probably help get your mind off things.”

You smiled and reached down to retrieve your data pad from your bedside, a hand keeping the soup stable on your lap. Din reached for the data pad, offering to put on the show for you while you continued eating.

“What’s it called?”

“Parks and Recreation.”

He tilted his head toward you.

“I know, it’s a weird title. But I promise it’s funny.”

He huffed and pulled it up, setting the data pad down between his legs and yours.

The next episode in your lineup played. You and Din watched along as you ate your soup. You glanced over every now and then to see if you could gauge a reaction from him.

As the episode went on you got worried; he had been letting out little laughs here and there, but you had no idea what was coming. When Ron Swanson got back together with Tami II again and things got weird, you wondered if he’d be turned off from it.

On the contrary; he laughed all the more. He asked questions. He would point and provide commentary, giving you looks that you swore you could match actual expressions to. You grinned and released the tension in your muscles. He could be very animated when he wanted to. You loved it.

You set the bowl down on your side table once you’d emptied its contents, you and Din having watched three episodes at that point. He paused the show when the third one ended and pointed towards your table.

“There’s some medicine next to your water bottle. It’ll help with your head.”

You gulped it down along with another tiny green bottle that Din had set there for you. You settled back down with a full stomach, a sigh escaping your lips.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Better,” you said as you smiled at him. “Thanks to your expert care.”

He chuckled.

“I’m glad.”

He lifted his hand, keeping it still in the air for a moment before placing it on your thigh.

“I… I was worried.”

Your heart swelled at the crack in his voice. He ran his thumb back and forth on your leg. When you looked up at him, his gaze was fixed on his hand.

“I’m sorry to have worried you, Din. I promise I’ll be okay.”

“I know,” he said, looking up. “You’ll be just fine.”

You smiled. A pleasant silence cloaked you both for a moment before you heard a faint beep.

“Oh-” Din breathed as he pressed the side button on his helmet.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Yes, Fett’s just updating me on Grogu.”

“Ah,” you started, “how is he?”

“He was worried about you, too. Made sure to tell him that you’d be okay before I left.”

“Aw, that angel,” you whispered as your heart squeezed.

“He wanted to come along, you know. Almost stowed away in my bag.”

You threw your head back and laughed. The image of Din putting on his bag and then opening it to see why it was extra heavy, only to see Grogu’s little pleading face poking out filled you with joy.

“That’s so sweet,” you said when you caught your breath. “I’m sorry to be worrying everyone so much.”

He shrugged.

“That just means we care.”

You smiled.

The two of you jumped into conversation after that, talking more about Grogu and the rest of Din’s little family. He told you more about how they all met and stayed together after Din’s ship was destroyed — what you now realized was the ‘Crest’ in Grogu’s family drawing — and Grogu went off with the Jedi, and then how they decided to continue raising him after he came back.

He told you about having to take an important pit stop on Mandalore before that because he’d wound up with the darksaber. The very same darksaber that gave him claim over the Mandalorian throne. How in the hell did that happen, you asked in utter disbelief. He told you about his face-off with Moff Gideon, and how he’d tried to ditch the glowing sword shortly after getting it.

“The only way they’d let me out of it is if I got publicly challenged and defeated. Bo Katan, the woman who wanted it, insisted the people of Mandalore witness my royal ass-kicking.”

You laughed.

“What even is your life?” you teased.

“A mess,” he deadpanned. You laughed harder.

~~~

Time checked out as the conversation went on. You were enthralled by Din’s tales, no matter how much he tried to play them down. You shared a few of your stories as well. The hours passed you both by, the sun slowly disappearing from the sky and bathing your room with its glowing farewell.

When the night arrived, Din got up to turn the lights on. That’s when reality returned to your mind.

“I don’t know how long you were planning to stay, I know it’s getting late. Do you need to head home?”

Your voice was hesitant. Your health aside, you just didn’t want Din to leave. The idea of being alone in your house after today was almost painful.

He returned to the bed and sat on the edge, right next to your legs.

“I told Fett and Fennec I’d be here for as long as you need me. They’re fully prepared to look after Grogu for however long that is.”

He took your hand in his.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine,” you answered, “I’m still feeling some of it but it’s not as bad as it was earlier.”

“Good,” he said.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment. You weren’t sure what to say next. He probably wouldn’t feel comfortable spending the night, you thought. Plus, he wouldn’t be able to take off his helmet to sleep if he did that.

“I understand if you’d prefer I didn’t stay, but you might relapse in the night.”

Your brow shot up.

“You- you’d be okay with staying?”

“Of course,” he said, squeezing your hand. “LIke I said, I’ll be here for as long as you need. If you’re comfortable with that.”

“I was just worried about you,” you said. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said with a little laugh.

“If you want to sleep without the helmet, you’re welcome to the guest room. I want you to be able to rest well.”

“I don’t think I would if I couldn’t be here in case something happens,” he said slowly. “But I will do that if you’d prefer it.”

You shook your head with a smile.

“Do you want to wear something more comfortable? I might have something in my closet-”

“It’s okay,” he said with a wave of his hand. “I have some clothes. How about this, I’ll go change while you wash up and we’ll meet back here?”

You nodded. Din helped you stand before taking your dishes downstairs. You walked over to the bathroom and took care of your nightly routine. You looked in the mirror. Your hair flopped about, frizzy and unkempt since you didn’t brush it after showering. Your face was still a little pale, and your clothes hung loose on your frame. Not the way you imagined spending a night with this man for the first time, but you were comforted with his presence all the same. You took a deep breath and headed back to the bedroom, grateful that you were too tired to overthink any of this.

You settled back in your bed. When you heard Din enter the room you turned to the door with a smile, which was quickly replaced with parted lips.

He had changed into a pair of sweats and a zip-up jacket that was half open, leaving his neck exposed to you. Heat rushed to your face; this was more skin than you’d ever seen from him.

He made his way over to the other side of your bed, asking silent permission before settling down beside you. You tried to not let your eyes linger on his collar bone peeking out from the neckline of his shirt. Especially as it flexed when he moved.

As per usual, you failed. You bit your lip and took a deep breath.

“I don’t know if you want this, but there is one little thing we’ve forgotten about.”

Din’s tone was deep. It sent a shiver down your spine. You furrowed your brow, unsure of what he was referring to. You ignored the directions your mind wanted to go in, quietly clearing your throat.

“And what’s that?”

Din kept his visor locked on you as he reached behind him, ducking down to fetch something off the ground next to the bed. He resurfaced with the box of cookies. The sight of it made you gasp.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about those!”

He chuckled.

“You’re probably okay to have a couple. But be careful.”

You nodded and Din opened up the box, pulling out the tray that held the sugary disks within. You grinned as you took one out and ate a bite, relishing the sweet sensation that took over your mouth.

“Good?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled with a nod. Din chuckled before taking out a cookie for himself and setting the tray between you both.

You kept your gaze fixed on your lap when you heard the familiar hiss of his helmet. The gesture filled you with warmth rather than anxiety after your earlier discussion. You smiled and pulled out a second cookie.

“What made you pick these out?” you asked.

“Hard to say,” he replied as he also reached for a second cookie. “I was looking around in the store and these just looked good.”

The clarity of his voice was a bit jarring. It was soothing to your ears. Though you were surprised; all this time you thought the modulator roughed up his voice, but the raspy undertone was still evident outside of it. You chanced a glance in his direction. Familiar pink lips parted to make way for a set of strong teeth to bite into the cookie, a small glimmer of tongue poking out to lick away a crumb. You looked away, face hot once more.

“Well, you’ve got good- good taste.”

You downed the cookie, stuffing it in your mouth to keep from stumbling over yourself again. You declined a third one when offered, causing Din to put them away and set the box aside. You took a sip of your water before settling deeper into your bed.

“I should probably sleep propped up tonight, yeah?” you asked.

Din nodded.

“Probably best. Here, sit up for a second-”

You did as he asked and he leaned over to help adjust your pillows, fluffing a couple of them up before nodding at you to lay back down. It was the perfect position. You looked at him with a smile.

“Thank you, Din. Not just for this, but for everything today,” you paused and let out a sigh. Your voice grew groggy as fatigue settled in.

“I’d probably be in much worse condition if you weren’t here.”

He tilted his head, a hand coming to rest on your head.

“Thank you for letting me help.”

Your smile grew as you took a deep breath, your heavy eyes staring into the vast abyss of Din’s visor. You looked for where his eyes were resting behind their black shield.

You wanted to know what color they were.

You covered your mouth as you yawned, stretching your body out for a second before snuggling deeper into your position. You pulled Din’s cape up over your chest before pulling your blankets over it.

“I’ll be here if you need anything, okay?” Din whispered, leaning in closer to you.

You nodded, nuzzling your head into his hand.

“Good night, Din.”

“Sweet dreams… Miss.”

~~~

Din kept his hand in place until he was certain you’d fallen asleep. As your breaths grew deeper and your eyes ceased their squinting, he stroked the skin of your hairline with his thumb before slowly removing his hand and sitting up.

He let out a sigh, a weight leaving his shoulders at the sight of your peaceful face. He leaned back until his helmet thumped against your headboard and took a deep breath. Worry had plagued his mind long before Gila told him you were sick. That information only made it more intense. But what mattered was that you were okay now, in every sense.

He’d make sure of it.

It was strange; the only other being to make him worry this much was Grogu. It had been that way for so long. And then out of nowhere, you came along and changed everything. Din tried to figure out when you had crept past his walls and into his heart, but he couldn’t. It was almost as if you were always there.

He played through the memories of the day: the moment he first saw your face he’d almost dropped all the groceries. You looked so fragile, as if the slightest gust of wind would just carry you away. He wanted nothing more than to hold you. He remembered your talk on the couch, how shocked he was to hear how you felt about yourself. How could someone like you not see what he sees?

That was another thing — Din wasn't very good with words. He shocked himself with how he spoke to you in that moment. Something about the situation inspired those words to flow, and it had all been so natural.

Adoring you was so natural. He loved it.

He recalled carrying you up the stairs; the small weight of your head in the crook of his neck… it felt so right. As if your embrace was the puzzle piece he didn’t know he was missing. He didn’t want to let you go.

His thoughts continued to wander, thinking back to past moments he spent with you. Moments spent hearing about you when Grogu would tell him about his day at school. Moments of a joy he didn’t know was possible when the two of you would talk, or explore the night sky. Moments of annoyance when Fett and Fennec would point out how obvious his feelings were.

But they were right.

He wouldn’t be this open with you if it wasn’t true. He wouldn’t be doting on you this much if it wasn’t true. He wouldn’t be considering the current thoughts in his mind if it wasn’t true.

What your face would look like… if he were looking at you with his own eyes.

Din leaned up and shifted his position to face you. Your chest rose and fell with each breath you took, your face tranquil. He wondered what you might be dreaming about. He smiled under the helmet. Maybe you were running around with your students like you did at the zoo and at Grogu’s birthday party. Maybe you were beating up drunk assholes. Maybe you were holding Grogu in your arms.

Maybe Din was holding you both in his, like he did in his own dreams.

He shook the image away. Wishful thinking at best, he thought to himself. But it didn’t stop the desire he had. Din closed his eyes and gathered his bravery. He brought his hands up to his helmet. The seal hissed as he lifted it off and placed it in his lap. After another breath, he opened his eyes. All at once, the air left his lungs.

He already thought you were stunning, but… He’d truly been missing out.

Your features were so much clearer, so much more defined. Your skin was soft, that much he knew by then, but now he could see that. And he could see how your lashes curtained over your cheeks, how your hair cascaded over the pillows, how your adorable nose twitched every now and then as you slept. The natural palette of your existence was unlike any set of colors he’d ever seen before. It was definitely preferable to the blue tint his helmet placed on the world. Tears teased their presence behind Din’s eyes as a smile stretched across his face.

Damn… he wanted to see your eyes. Wanted to look into them with his own.

And damn, did he want to kiss you.

But not like this.

Your guard had been lower today, the filter he suspected you’d been keeping around him essentially gone with your strength. He didn’t want to take advantage of that. No, if he was ever so lucky as to kiss you, you’d both be involved.

Instead he set his helmet to the side and leaned down, cheeks growing warm when he stopped just above you. He took in the expression on your face before closing his eyes and gently pressing his forehead against yours. He took in a sharp breath through his nose. Every muscle in his face clenched together. His eyes squeezed more tightly shut as he took in the sensation of his bare skin touching yours. It was the most minimal of contact, but it still sent his mind spinning.

He lifted his head and slowly opened his eyes to see you, expression unchanged aside from a small smile pulling at your lips. Din grinned at the sight, and said the words he'd wanted to say as you fell asleep:

“Sweet dreams, my dear.”

***

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[littlemessyjessi]

I just saw

Her vibrator is your teammate not your enemy

Then saw your bts and stray kids open hours...ooo, so

I feel minho feels some kind of way about this statement but I cant figure if he agrees or disagrees hard, I think it'd be a hard agree, like, more options for fun and for teasing you to that sweet spot.

I'm trying to rank them most likely to least likely to enjoy using toys with you. I think Han, Changbin, and Felix would be closer to to the most likely side.. oh,, imma be thinking a out this all day now.. Id love your take <3

First of all.... oh got damn

I agree with you on Minho. Because secretly, not so secretly, he a freak. I can feel it.

So I mean I dont really think any of them would have an aversion to them.

Felix I think would honestly be the most and I think this comes from his need to please.

And I think Chan, that Daddy, would do anything to just bring you to mind numbing pleasure.

Fucking Hyunjin and his dramatic ass might act like he's kind of offended but then it becomes a game of.... well let's see how long you can last with everything being stimulated

Very very much a fan. Nuff said.

He can go either way. He isnt bothered. If it gets you feeling the way you deserve then he is for it.

Listen. There's a toy collection and it is extensive.

Probably just happy to use himself in anyway you'd like but discovers a hidden joy to your reactions. Now he's in it for life.

Traumatized. But not from the situation but because y'all hadn't tried it sooner. Lil dolphin screamer ain't never going back.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

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[alicemitch09writes]

hi omg so lately i've been thinking about ulma again (it's jus that good that i still think about it even tho it ended long ago already ok 😭)

i've been thinking a lot about how neat it'd be if y/n ended up with one of the third years (specifically ojiro) post-ulma because of the bond she shared with them. i just really appreciate that they kept her going and still stayed in touch with her after they graduated? i just loved their dynamic, and it made me all soft thinking about the what-ifs had they ever crossed paths with each other in their careers.

so i visited your blog with the intention of re-binging ulma only to find outsider looking in and now i feel stupid because i don't know why i never considered that she'd end up with suna 😭 the story was everything i'd been craving

my heart felt for suna so much as i read oli! i really enjoyed the prospect of the two and how their lives continue to be entangled. suna being the bystander to her and atsumu's story, only wishing he could do more, be better for her, and to take atsumu's place. suna and y/n finding each other again after graduation, and even the high of realizing that he has a shot with her.

his insecurities catching up to him, and y/n standing her ground by saying no; my heart doesn't lie with atsumu, and it hasn't for a long time. you don't get to decided that for me, i love you 😭 where atsumu was her twin flame, suna is her soulmate. fawk 😭 i'm in my feelings now!

suna didn't want to be a selfish person when it came to y/n, and now she's practically asking him to allow himself the right to be selfish this once when it comes to his chance at love.

i have so many thoughts about oli. suna viewing him and y/n as something that could never happen, until it does. after all those years of silently pining. kaoru's protectiveness (bless his soul). how natural it is for reiki to just be there as part of the l/n family. and then there's atsumu 😭

i think it's true that atsumu was never in love with y/n as she said, at least maybe not in the way she was with him. it isn't until over the years after she decides to let go that i think atsumu truly falls in love with her romantically. it breaks my heart to know that y/n remains to be the one that got a way for him 😭 the atsumu at the end of ulma who, in a flurry of desperation and guilt, claimed that he wanted to try to not only love her as he already did, but to love her the same way she did him; and he did so on his own— all the while y/n was becoming smitten with suna 😭

suna went from hopelessly watching y/n from the sidelines, to becoming part of her life and treating her the way she deserved. never in his wildest dreams. when you think about it, the roles are reversed with suna and atsumu now.

also, yandere suna vibes /hj

you know what's funny? originally, i just wanted to write atsumu's story (when it was a one-shot idea at the time) but a thought/idea just nagged at me so hard. the idea was of suna having a crush on reader. i really didn't want to entertain it, but i ended up doing so -_-

also, i was inspired by a story called '16 chapels' that delved on a vulnerable suna that seemed like an interesting angle to take. considering that in almost all the fics i've read of him, he's either detached, uncaring, some fuckboy or druggie. i was also reminded of a few college friends who were pining on someone but never made a move out of fear of losing their friendship. in a way, i was a bit inspired by my younger sister, too. because they have a best friend with a guy that lasted for 7 years and they were really scared on making a move because they didn't want to lose their friendship with him, but eventually, they gave it a try and 3 years later, here they are: happy and in love.

as for the third years? i can't really see that happening, because all three of them just saw reader as a little sister, nothing more.

and as of writing 'outsider looking in', i felt really proud of myself with the progression of the fic. also, i was really excited to blindside y'all with who reader actually ended up with.

the way i look at it, atsumu had the idea of love in his head for mika, but that was just it: an idea. but with reader? it was something else, only he found out too late when she was ready to move on to the next phase of her life.

btw!

there's a smut version (again: I BLAME YOU WHORE READERS!) that tackles reader and suna's first time titled 'too much of a good thing' and a few fun stuff under the #outsiderlookingdrabble

thank you so much for the read sweetpea! stay safe now and please get yourself vaccinated!

honestly, i also entertained the idea of yandere atsumu /loljk

[bleucolor]

Last time I tried to post a giyushino fanfic and since i navigate myself through Tumblr like a boomer, I accidentally deleted my story. I felt like a whole ass clown but I'm feeling hopeful and I'm back with another prompt using the moon. This takes place in a modern AU where both Giyuu and Shinobu are teenagers. A random drabble for Giyushino which was inspired by being quarantined at home. Hope y'all enjoy and please do send some love 🥺👉👈

Moonlight and Sunrise

Giyuu and Shinobu were friends, however this fact was quite shocking to others due to their Light and Day personas. Tomioka Giyuu was a loner, he had like maybe 2 solid friends being Sabito and Makomo and the others were at max labeled as acquaintances. Shinobu wasn't the most popular one at their highschool but she was well known. She would always be seen alongside her two best friends, Sanemi the oversized delinquent who'd actually bite your head clear off and Uzui the player; who'd get girls left and right. With attention at both sides of the bay it'd be obvious that Shinobu would be well known around their school, being head of the pharmaceutical research club and still being an avid member of the fishing club and the flower arranging club gave Kochou quite the recognition around Kimestu Academy.

Giyuu happened to be in a different class than Sabito and Makomo to his demise thus forcing him to be the lonesome sheep he is. His classmates didn't bother much about him either and nor did he. To him, Kyojurou was too loud, Sanemi was too reckless and Iguro was too emo. He once even referred to Mitsuri as a horse girl to Sabito, but he later concluded that Kanroji was just a rare hybrid of a Taki girl or a hot cheeto girl and Himejima was that one person who believed in horoscopes too seriously, sometimes he'd do tarot readings for his other classmates which Giyuu honestly found quite cool. Whereas Shinobu was someone Giyuu would've honestly never associated in the first place and truthfully speaking their duo wouldn't even exist if Shinobu hadn't approached him first. Shinobu was more of a bully to Giyuu primarily but later Giyuu had opened up to her about how he thought of her as a close friend and that softened Shinobu's heart and strengthed their bond. Although Kyojurou was the smartest kid in the class; even securing his title as class president; Ubuyashiki sensei always made sure to pair up Shinobu and Giyuu together during class projects thus leading to frequent study sessions together. Towards the end of the year, Shinobu became the third person in the entirety of Kimetsu Academy to be close to Giyuu, the 1st and 2nd being Sabito and Makomo and 4th being a special freshman called Tanjiro.

Even though his classmates were rather annoying, Giyuu never did hate any of them. In fact it was hard for Giyuu to genuinely hate anybody in the first place but then there was this one person and that person was Shinobu's oh so charming boyfriend, Douma. Giyuu saw through his pretty boy personality when she first introduced him. He ranted about it to Sabito the very night, complaining about how he's all fake and it's all just a matter of time before that facade comes of. Sabito didn't miss a beat and told Giyuu to suggest a suitable partner for Shinobu instead, to which Giyuu had no answer to. And as per said prophecy it didn't take long for Shinobu to see Douma's true intentions and she decided a queen like her deserved better than this.

It was finally summer break and Giyuu and Shinobu had finally completed 12 painstaken years of schooling along with the others of course. Shinobu decided to host a little get together and hang out with the people she cared about one last time before they drifted apart into adulthood.

Giyuu reached the mall at about 8 pm and walked straight to the food court since Shinobu informed him that's where they would be. To his horror, Shinobu had invited a great deal of people, including those who didn't like him, example being his whole class. As always his presence was ignored by his classmates but thankfully amidst the groups of people, Giyuu noticed a particular red head named Sabito, aka his best friend. Sabito and Makomo were both invited too. Giyuu and Shinobu's friendship caused Shinobu to become good friends with Sabito as well, both of them developed a special bond while they both took turns into bullying poor Tomioka. Shinobu was sitting next to Kimetsu Academy's mascot boy, Inosuke, who looked way too soft for his harsh demeanor. Shinobu had a soft spot for this freshman. She had told Tomioka of how he filled the gap of her need of a younger brother. Unlike Tomioka, Shinobu had a lot of sisters; Kanae who was the eldest, Aoi was a year younger than Shinobu and then came Kanao who was 2 years younger than Shinobu, and lastly were the triplets, Naho, Sumi and Kiyo who were just middle schoolers. Inosuke was a bratty kid who'd frequently get into trouble for having a foul mouth but he was close to Tanjiro and weirdly Kochou's little sister, Kanao's best friend. The butterfly sisters loved having brutes as best friends for some reason, it didn't make sense but somehow worked out for them.

"Inosuke, promise you'll leave that nasty reputation behind."

"I ain't making any promises till you promise you'll send me 3 boxes of foreign chocolate every month." he crossed his arm and looked the other side.

Shinobu softly smiled at him, she was definitely going to miss this kid alot. "Alright Inosuke, I'll make sure to send you the latest ps4 games as well."

Inosuke's eyes lit up as he shook hands with Shinobu to confirm the deal. A subtle smile tugged at the corner of Giyuu's lips.

Giyuu went over to the table Sabito and Makomo were seated at and took a seat opposite to Sabito. It didn't take long for Shinobu to note his presence and she went over to their table and took a seat next to Giyuu. "Aww Tomioka-san, look this is a good farewell party for you, all your friends are here right Infront of you." she snorted.

Giyuu sent her a painful expression. Must she do this even on the day when he supposedly bids her farewell? "Tanjiro's not here though."

"So Kochou, did you get your acceptance letter?" Sabito tried desperately to break the awkward silence.

"oh yes I did, luckily I got into the university I wanted to. I'll be shifting to Canada a few months from now."

"That's so cool. Congrats!" Sabito sent her a beaming smile.

Giyuu was quiet, he was silently studying Shinobu, maybe this was the last time he was going to see her. She was wearing a Yellow ruffle top that was paired up with skinny ripped jeans and her 5 pound white filas, her hair was tied into a half ponytail; she looked cute. Alot of people would've assumed Giyuu's sense of fashion was probably as bland as his personality but surprisingly the guy had drip. He wore a plain black shirt paired up with dark denim jeans and chains to accessorise. Giyuu was an eboy. His sense of fashion honestly made him look quite intimidating but it added a spice to his laid back bland persona, maybe that's why Shinobu had taken an interest to him in the first place.

And almost too soon the party had came to an end as the clock struck 11 PM. Shinobu was probably tired of getting squeezed everytime she got hugged goodbye. One by one, everyone started to leave and before they knew it, a very ominous pair was left behind, and that pair being Giyuu and Shinobu.

"Sabito-kun is a very nice lad. You have great friends Tomioka-san." Shinobu complimented.

"He's nice because he walked Makomo home at 11pm?"

"Well yes, that's rather a very gentlemanly behavior. Don't you think so?"

"You know I've been doing that to you in every single one of our study dates right?" Giyuu raised an eyebrow, right now he seemed like a puppy wagging his tail to receive pats from its master.

Shinobu's cheeks flushed a pale shade of pink when Giyuu had referred to their study session as study dates mistakenly. It was just a slip of a tongue that's all. "My Tomioka-san, are you waiting for me to compliment you?"

"It's nice to hear you say something good about me once in a while Kochou." he pouted like a child.

"If that's what you want...then alright. Walk me home one last time Tomioka san."

"No." he blurted almost too bluntly causing Shinobu to frown almost too evidently. "I'll take you home on my bike instead, this time."

Shinobu was quite taken aback to his sudden kind gesture. Her stomach swelled up with a weird feeling. A mix of happiness with sadness that this was the first and last time she'd get to ride behind his bike.

Giyuu had disappeared for a split second into the parking lot leaving a timid Shinobu pondering. He did mention he really liked bikes. Weirdly as a highschooler, Shinobu always wanted to cruise behind a boy's motorcycle at least once during her high school years and well this was her chance. In 3 minutes Giyuu showed up in a Ducati xdiavel Infront of Shinobu. He patted on the seat next to him gesturing her to come take a seat behind him and so she did after admiring Giyuu and his totally hot ride. Not gonna lie his attire went really well with his bike, she almost felt like she was starring in some music video as they cruised into the dark streets.

Shinobu shrieked almost losing her grip as Giyuu hit a speed bump.

"Kochou." he called out to her, getting her attention.

"Hm?"

"Hold onto me, or you'll fall." his words left Shinobu all flustered and hot but she was quick to oblige, she didn't want any broken bones right before her flight. She also silently thanked the gods that it was too dark for Giyuu to make out her flushed red cheeks.

"Tomioka-san? When did you get this sweet thing?"

"It was a gift from my dad."

"But what if you have to move away for uni? What will happen to it then?"

"I'll take it with me, I haven't gotten a number plate for it yet so I'll just ship it using a ferry or something."

Shinobu wrapped her arms around his waist tightly. She wondered if she was the first girl to sit on his bike. She also wondered about the other girls who would eventually later sit on his bike.

"Kochou, are you in a hurry to go home?" Giyuu suddenly asked.

"Not really, mom and dad are staying at my grandparents' place in the country side and Nee-san just wants me to spend my last few days as free spirited teenager."

"Spend this night with me." he suddenly blurted.

"What?" she choked on her words. Giyuu had become way to daring these days, saying whatever he wanted and bruising poor Shinobu's heart with his choice of words.

"Come on, I wanna show you something." he reassured her in a soothing tone.

"Alright Tomioka-san, as long as you don't get us into trouble I'm good."

He soon parked into a quiet neighborhood. Jesus, this placed seemed abandoned for God's sake, what did he have to show her here? the grudge or babadook?

"Tomioka-san are you sure about this place." Shinobu sent him a nervous look as she tugged at the hem of his shirt.

Giyuu looked into her eyes as he held his hand out to her,"Trust me Kochou." and so she did. They now walked into this dark neighborhood, her tiny hand still enclasped with his large ones. Giyuu knew Shinobu wasn't a big fan of places like these. Places that screamed paranormal activity but the fact the she obliged quite quickly did make him realize how much she trusted him and deep down it made Tomioka Giyuu happy.

"isn't this place restricted or anything? Are we allowed to come here?" Shinobu asked almost too loudly.

Giyuu quickly covered her mouth with his large hands and pulled her into a dark alleyway. Shinobu was quite confused at his sudden antics. She sent him a raised eyebrow as he pinned her against a stone wall, his hand still covering her mouth and almost immediately a Patrol guard walked right past them on the streets. He quickly let go of her and pressed his index finger against his lips gesturing her to stay quiet. "it's alright as long as you don't get caught." he whispered to which she rolled her eyes. He held her hand once again and walked to the biggest house in the area, the house was 4 stories high and Giyuu seemed to have a weird tactic of slipping by the backdoor without getting noticed every time.

"So Tomioka-san, you wanted to show me an abandoned house. Very funny."

"They're not abandoned, they're on sale." He replied walking towards the kitchen.

Shinobu followed him precautiously, "And you're treating it like you own it."

"Only for a while." he replied as he took out 2 bottles of flavored milk. He handed Shinobu the strawberry flavored one knowing that was her favorite and kept the melon flavored one for himself.

"Tomioka-san what's the meaning of this?" she asked one last time, quite getting tired of his shit, really.

Giyuu didn't reply but held her hand as walked upstairs, practically forcing her to follow behind him. They soon reached the attic.

Shinobu was a little taken aback seeing all the clutter of furnite up there. Giyuu pulled up the glass window revealing a beautiful full moon night, how come Shinobu didn't notice that before? And then Tomioka started doing something stupid, which was climbing out of the attic window. Shinobu quickly grabbed his arm as a result of an involuntary reflex, "Are you stupid, do you want to die?"

Giyu was now standing on the roof of a 4 story house with a nerve wrecked Shinobu holding his arm. "Trust me Kochou." he spoke holding out his hand to her.

She shifted her gaze from his moonlit eyes to his hand. Did she trust him with her life? Yes, yes she did. She placed her hand on his and he carefully helped her outside. "Tomioka-san I don't see any point in all of thi-" Shinobu was cut off with the picturesque view of the moon and its bright stars right Infront of her.

Giyuu took a seat next to her, observing the view alongside her. He slowly sipped his melon drink while Shinobu quietly enjoyed her strawberry drink. His gaze shifted from the scenic beauty Infront of him to the other scenic beauty next to him (im a little gay for Shinobu sorry) and there she was Kochou Shinobu, the stars reflected in her eyes as she absent-mindedly stared into the sky being lost in her own void and Giyuu just watched her, she looked even cuter now.

It didn't take long for Shinobu to catch him staring which almost made him choke his drink.

"Are you okay?" she asked him.

"Yeah." he replied after his coughing fits died down. He decided to lay down and enjoy the beauty the night had to offer and Shinobu copied him, laying down next to him. Giyuu had quickly slid his arm towards Shinobu, allowing her to rest her huge head on his arm.

"Tomioka-san." she called out to him making his gaze lock with hers.

"Hm?"

"Thank you. I needed this."

He sent her a soft smile as he tucked behind a strand of her hair behind her ear, "You're welcome."

"You know Tomioka-san, since you've been craving compliments I guess I'll finally give you one." Giyuu softly observed her, wondering what she'd say. "If i were to describe you to a person Tomioka-san. This scenery would suffice."

"Hm?" he raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

"It kinda matches with your personality you know, It's as quiet and mysterious as the night but nevertheless if you observe closely it has all this beauty to offer." she smiled at him, and this time it hurt him. It made him feel weird. It didn't take long for Giyuu's cheeks to be flushed red under the silver moonlight. Giyuu couldn't reply to this, heck he couldn't even force any words through his mouth. Shinobu smiled and gazed back at the stars once again. She was hit a wave of familiarity, this was her and Giyuu's relationship, it was a bit complicated but it was a bit too beautiful to lose. She started to feel her stomach coil in sadness realising this was the last possible memory she'd spend with Giyuu or maybe they could meet up during the holiday seasons and have remakes of adventurous nights like these.

"Tomioka-san, did you get your acceptance letter?"

"Yeah I did."

"Where are you going?" she wasn't facing him, she didn't want him to see her sad expression.

"Same place you are." Giyuu tried his best not to smile while he said that.

Shinobu quickly turned to him in surprise, "That's a horrible joke, Tomioka-san."

"I'm not." he said, pulling out his phone from his pocket and scrolling through his email to show her his proof. And to Shinobu's surprise there it was, and it was legit. Shinobu was quiet, this was what she wanted but in was a bit too much for her to take in all at once.

"Thank God, now I don't have to worry about you not having friends and getting left alone." she snapped back almost too quickly,

"Shut up."

The air was light and heavy at the same time, Shinobu was a bit too happy to be falling asleep but it didn't take her long to doze off in Giyuu's arms, or on Giyuu's arms. Ouch.

He mentally cursed himself for suddenly exhibiting simp behavior, but today was Shinobu's day and he just had to oblige even though he had to sacrifice his arm.

It didn't take long for Giyuu to doze off alongside Shinobu. Falling asleep under a star-filled sky did have a romantic touch to it.

Giyuu was the first to wake up as the sun slowly started to rise amongst the clouds, creating a magnificent hue of purple and orange. Thankfully Shinobu had shifted from laying on his arm to laying on his chest instead which was definitely more comfortable, but surely Shinobu wouldn't be able to sleep long against his chest with his heart pounding like that.

Giyuu took a moment to appreciate a sleepy Shinobu alongside the beautiful sunrise. Her sun-kissed face was just art in its own form. If Giyuu was anywhere as skilled as Sabito in art, he'd use this masterpiece lying beside him as a prompt and then that's when it hit him. Shinobu basked in the golden rays of sunlight, Shinobu was the golden sunrise in early mornings and if Giyuu were to describe her to someone he'd say something along the lines of; "Shinobu you're the morning sunrise. You're annoying but your presence brings warmth." he whispered softly patting her head. And as most cliché scenes this was no different, much to Giyuu's ill fate, Shinobu was seemingly awake the whole time, and she heard every bit of that.

"That's quite harsh Tomioka-san, but I'll take it." she replied causing a frantic Giyuu's heart rate to sky rocket.

With the sun out, Giyuu and Shinobu realised they better be getting home now since they both had guardians to explain their whereabouts to. It didn't take long for them to pack up and reach Shinobu's house. They shared a small hug on Shinobu's front porch along with Shinobu thanking him for giving her an unforgettable journey. This was a nice end to her highschool life. With a wide grin plastered over her face Shinobu walked into her house to 5 very amused and interested sisters.

[divinefireangel]

STOP YOU ARE ADORABLE i would send an essay every day but i've had an annoying couple of days lately gsjhgfjsjsa. i'm glad you somehow don't find me annoying <3 you shall have aLL THE GOOD VIBES :D

AND IDK YOU MENTIONED LAB SO MY BRAIN ONLY MADE THE CONNECTION WITH ENGINEERING FIRST EVEN THOUGH IT COULD ALSO BE SOME OTHER SCIENCE?? BUT YAYYY damn i'm smart. does sush like math??? 🤩🥰

awwW well i hope the drama stays away for a long time. i see all the posts and i'm like 😔 i wanna contribute too 😔 i wanna talk to people 😔 but the paranoid part of me says nO!

and ahfshjghja thAAAAAANKSSS 💖 i overshare a lot lmao so i'll just go ahead and say whatever now (within bounds hopefully hDSFHHA). also ?? honoured??? NO PLEASE I WOULD LITERALLY LOVE FOR YOU TO READ MY SHIT?? not as a shoves it into your face and forces you to read it but legit if you did it'd just. <3 owie, my heart <3

also ohhh. out of curiosity, how dark are you thinking? and yeah,, i just really love writing and it's sorta an escape mechanism so when i don't write i get antsy 😂😂 but thank you 💖

AJHGFSDHGJA I AM LITERALLY NOT GETTING REST— like im getting it but it just doesn't feel like i am… but it's okay hfdshgha

and oOOOHH. ,,, for the first time ever i'm realising comebacks actually end… thank you sush. big brain moment. but don't be saaaaaddd there will be many more! :D

THANKS FOR THE HEALING VIBES! /hoards them lovingly

…regarding the hard stan issue… i have another problem and it yet again stems from the blog of one miss divinefireangel… zuho is literally the cutest babie ever… my brain just thinks of him as the bouncy human from the last festival mv… but um. what's this i see on your blog. dom!zuho. IT'S GETTING ME SO CONFLICTED I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO STAY OR RUN ((i'm not hating i promise JHFGSHJGJHA I'M JUST JOKING AROUND BUT FRRRR I CANNOT WRAP MY HEAD AROUND DOM!ZUHO AND THEN I READ YOUR STUFF AND SUDDENLY MY BRAIN PROVIDES IMAGES OF HIM LOOKING ALL S*** AND MY BRAIN JUST RESETS BYEEEEE)) on the other hand. him calling you small lovingly just has me going 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

the dawon asks were phenomenal, thank you to teddy bear anon for feeding us all 😊 especially for feeding sush 😏😌 "pet my head while I *censored*" THIS WAS SO FUNNY TO READ I SPENT A WHILE JUST LAUGHING AT IT LIKE 😭😭😭 I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN BUT MY HEAD'S LIKE… while sush gEtS cEnSoReD— 😭

today i send you the brIGHTEST VIBES! 🌟💖🌟✨🌟💖🌟✨🌟💖🌟 though not as bright as you :3

—babytasy (wrote babytasty and is now rethinking life) ((also shhh it's not a bad quality pic)) (((ALSO if i accidentally sent my last ask off anon,,, please ignore it LMAO)))

Ahh noo :(

My baby deserves only good days 🥺 UNIVERSE DO YOUR THING TF

You're not at all annoying, you're very lovely and you make my heart flutter and no one can do that other than SF9 and a few others XD 💀*hides blushing face in embarrassment*

You are smart! Very smart 🥺 Cause like I don't think I've ever mentioned I'm doing engineering so 😂. And Sush does not like math anymore. She did in 12th grade tho 😔 It was my fav subject uptil engineering.

You can take all the time in the world to get ready to put out your work or even not put it out, up to you. You will be supported and loved with whatever you choose! ❤

YES!!! You can say whatever you want, I won't mind 😚. You can also ask me stuff, I'll share as much as I deem okay to put out here lol 💀

But I would be honoured if you want me to read your work tho 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 It makes me so happy when fantasy friends come to me and ask me to like read their work or even like ask for my opinions and stuff cause like, I'M SO FUCKING SOFT EVERYTIME ...... That you deemed me worthy and wanted me to read your work before you put it out???? Like I don't deserve y'all man 😭😭😭😭😭💓❤💞 My heart literally bursts from all the love fantasy has given me so far AND is still continuing to (the last weekend for the MTL ask thing, I got so many I wanted to cry cause y'all so sweet and I suck at expressing gratitude)

How dark? Lmao even the answer is dark 💀💀💀 Just a lot, yeah. There aren't a lot of triggering topics so, A LOT

Ikr, writing is an escapism for me too! Thus the writing blog 💀

You are so cute I wanna give you all the kissys 🥺😚(˘³˘)♥

Babes you want dom!zuho, yes my blog is one but do check out our lovely Hannah's blog (@/lost-inthedream)!!

Dom Juju does make us very confused!! 😖 (in a good way XD)

Not you censoring Sexy lmaooo 💀💀 SO CUTE

You make so happy with your thoughts and words and vibes omg 🥺🥺

(I don't think I got any non anon asks recently, so dw. The only non anon ones were my moots!)

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