#i really love satine but i made her so sad

[interstellarflare]

A Cinderella Story || Anthony Bridgerton

-PART THREE-

Summary: Have courage, and be kind. Words that you tried to live by ever since the passing of your parents. Though your step-mother and step-sisters did everything in their power to hide you and your status away from the rest of the Ton, you never expected to catch the eye of Viscount Anthony Bridgerton himself.

Authors Note: This is my first Bridgerton series! I had an absolute ball writing this, and I hope you enjoy it! There is a tag list open if anyone wishes to be kept updated for future parts. Gif by @greengableslover

|PART ONE| |PART TWO|

The house was in shambles.

Mary had thrown almost every single dress she had bought on her bedroom floor, crying loudly that she ‘simply had nothing to wear’. Though you tried to reassure her that she in fact did, and that she would eventually find something that would make her stand out amongst the other debutants tonight, she didn’t believe you.

“This is all so hopeless!” She shouted sadly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she threw a deep purple dress across the room, the embroidered fabric smacking you in the face in its flight path to her dresser. You grimaced, shaking your head and brushing your hair from your face as you sighed lightly. “It’s not hopeless, I promise…” you tried to soothe as Mary continued to ball her eyes out “what about that light blue one you tried in earlier? That was very beautiful?”

“No! I cannot wear that! I hear Eloise Bridgerton is wearing a similar colour, and I will not be compared to her…” Mary squealed in protest, throwing another expensive dress across the room, a flash of yellow and gold “I am far better, and prettier!”.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat, your patience wearing thin as you picked up the numerous clumps of fabric scattered around the room. There was really nothing you could do except try to comfort her during her meltdown, whilst trying to keep your own head. As you began to lay the dresses out on Mary’s bed once more one by one, there was a faint knock at her bedroom door.

You lifted your head, spying Elizabeth standing in the doorway shyly as she fiddled with her hands in front of her. “If you aren’t too busy, I require some help in choosing a dress as well” She spoke softly, before disappearing back down the hallway just as quickly as she appeared. Pressing your lips together in a thin line, you hummed a short reply, turning your gaze back to Mary who once again descended into hysterics.

“Go! Leave me alone, I shall die of embarrassment now that I have nothing but these rags to choose from!” She exclaimed, dramatically collapsing onto her side and covering herself with her bed covers, beginning to sob loudly as she buried her head into her pillow. You glowered down at her, a small sense of jealousy and envy forming in your chest. Had your situation been different, you would have loved to have such a selection of beautiful clothes. Your father always bought you some of the nicest things on his travels abroad, whether they be small trinkets or delicately made clothes.

A sense of sadness and guilt replaced that feeling of jealousy and envy. You missed your father terribly, but you felt guilty for feeling this way. You weren’t entirely sure why, but as you left Mary’s room and made your way to Elizabeth’s, you decided that you could reminisce about your family later.

Upon entering Elizabeth’s bedroom, you almost gasped audibly in relief. Her room was completely tidy, unlike the previous monstrosity you had just left. There were three dresses splayed out on her bed. The one on the left was a pale light green, adorned completely in a delicate floral lace pattern that descended all the way to the floor with matching white satin gloves. The one in the middle was a deep royal blue satin, completely unadorned except for a white bejewelled belt underneath the bust. And the one on the right was a beautiful light pink, adorned in a delicate white floral lace which fanned out slightly below the end of the dress. Parts of the lace were adorned in small white pearls, which no doubt would have made the dress incredibly valuable…and eye-wateringly expensive.

Elizabeth looked up at you shyly, brushing her auburn hair from her shoulder as she sighed heavily. “I…I need your help deciding what one I should wear…” She spoke softly, her eyes falling back to the bed as she stuttered “I don’t want to look too desperate…but I also want to look pretty enough to attract his attention away from the others…”

You raised an eyebrow questioningly as you closed the door behind you, leaning against the white panel with a confused expression. “Who are you trying to impress?” You asked kindly, tilting your head to the side as you waited for her response. Elizabeth’s gaze met yours, and a bright blush formed on her cheeks as she shifted her position on her bed. “I…it’s Lord Burton. We met late last season, before it’s end actually. He was incredibly sweet, he took interest in my writings, and we have a shared passion for theatre…but his attention was drawn to one of the Lady Featherington’s daughters…”

You could see the sadness forming on her face as she began to idly pick at her bedsheets, sighing nervously as she breathed deeply. “After embarrassing myself before Lord Bridgerton, I realised that I am truly an ignorant person…and I don’t wish to be that anymore. So I ask you, will you help me choose a dress for Lady Danbury’s ball tonight? It would…mean a lot to me if you did.”

Your head straightened and your eyes widened, a strange feeling of acceptance forming in your chest. Neither of your stepsisters had ever acted this kindly towards you before, least of all actually apologised for their behaviour. Yet here Elizabeth was, a guilty look on her face as she waited for your answer.

“If you don’t I completely understand, I haven’t exactly been the most welcoming step-sister to you-“

“The pink one” you blurted out, pushing off the door and making your way over to her side. Your reply surprised you. You should feel annoyed, furious even. After everything she and Mary had done to you, should you really have been so quick to help her? You picked up the dress and held it up before you, examining every intricate detail of the lace and the fabric. Your gaze turned back to Elizabeth, her sadness now replaced with happiness…and gratitude.

“It’s really beautiful. If Lord Burton doesn’t notice you in this…then he is a fool” You spoke kindly, extending the dress towards her as a gesture of forgiveness. Elizabeth’s eyes softened as she gently took the dress from you, smiling kindly as she spoke “I know I haven’t been the best sister, nor really a good person towards you…but thank you. Though I do have to ask, why are you always so kind? Especially to my sister and my mother?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Have courage, and be kind. It was something that my mother taught me before she passed. It means that you must always have courage to do the things you want, and to be kind to everyone you meet, no matter their treatment of you…kindness goes a long way.”

With those parting words, you left Elizabeth’s room and returned to the attic for a moment of peace. You would be back downstairs in an hour or so to Lady Worthington and her daughters get dressed, but you allowed a small smile to cross your face at Elizabeth’s kindness.

“You have been awfully distracted since you returned home, dear brother. Tell me, what is on your mind?” Benedict asked somewhat teasingly, collapsing onto the lounge beside him with a loud huff of effort.

Anthony didn’t reply. He was consumed in thought, his mind mulling over something Eloise had said after the two of them had made their escape from Lady Worthington and her daughters.

“Anthony, you truly are blind. If you look closer at someone, like really look, and see past their dress, then perhaps you will see the truth behind a well-crafted-“

“A ‘well-crafted’ what, Eloise? What are you insinuating about Lady Worthington? Perhaps, she supposedly keeping a huge secret from the ton? One that would cause scandal and outrage should news get out?”

“Well…I didn’t say it…”

She had said those words with such sarcasm and malice, that it had stuck with him for the remainder of the afternoon. Eloise hadn’t looked at him since their return home. It was so unlike her, she wouldn’t speak to anyone except Colin. Surely this entire situation didn’t have anything to do with you…did it?

“Hello? Anthony…are you there?”

“Hm?” The Viscount asked, eyes blown wide as he eventually realised that he was not alone in the parlour room. Benedict laughed, lightly punching his brother’s shoulder as he rolled his eyes.

“What is going on with you? You’ve been very quiet since your return home, and Eloise is in a right mood-“

“If you’re here to bother me, it’s working” Anthony grumbled, shifting his position to rest his chin in the palm of his hand. He heard Benedict chuckle loudly, the sound echoing across the room.

“No, I would never do that!” Benedict mused offendedly, leaning closer to his brother and speaking in a more hushed tone. “Buuut…what happened between the two of you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen the two of you this mad at each other-“

“It’s really none of your concern…” Anthony snapped, now turning to face his brother with a stern glare “…I’m not really sure if I know if it’s any of my concern”.

“Right, I won’t ask. But I suggest you make amends, otherwise the ball tonight will go very poorly…” Benedict mused informatively before an amused chuckled escaped him “…well, it will go poorly for you. I myself will enjoy your misfortune-“

“You’re such a child” Anthony scowled, becoming more annoyed by his brother’s presence by the second.

Benedict smiled sarcastically, “I know”.

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Wedding blues p.1

Reo Mikage

request

Throughout her life, she had always assumed that the feeling of reliance on someone else was akin to the longing that comes with love. She was comfortable around him; he  made her happy, smile, and laugh.

He also made her sad, tear up, and sob.

“I’ve been seeing an old friend…” His voice rang through the speaker, hitting her ears like nails on a chalkboard. At first, she thought he might not mean what she was thinking. When she questioned him, he floated around the reason awkwardly.

She pushed for an answer, becoming more agitated. That was when he reciprocated her anger, calling her an idiot for not understanding him.

“I don’t want the ring.”

“Lose my number.”

“Call everyone and cancel tomorrow. I wasn’t planning on showing up anyway.”

His voice begun to feel like loose sound, and at some point he hung up.

She glanced over at the beautiful dress in front of her mirror. It dazzled in the light of the early morning sun, sequins and pearls refracting beautiful colours all over her room. Gently grasping the satin sleeve, it slipped out of her hand like a piece of silk, carrying her gaze towards the trail behind it. Falling to her knees, a rush of tears ran down her cheeks as she squeezed the skirt in her hands, pressing her face into it. She was a complete emotional wreck, not knowing what to even feel. Someone who had been with her for so much time, just picking up and leaving.

Her phone sounded from the bed where she had left it. Drowning in the melody of her sobs, she fell asleep as it rang out.

She awoke on the floor with the hem of the dress skirt clenched in her hands. Glancing in the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her tear stained face and puffy eyes.

It wasn’t that she loved him. But over time it began to feel like he understood her emotions, and she grew attached to him as time went on, unable to leave his side.

Though throughout all this, there was one person who remained by her side.

Slumping back down on her bed with her phone, she noticed a missed call and a few messages.

‘Just got reservations for this really nice restaurant by the sea.’

‘I know you and him are probably busy, but do you guys wanna come with?’

She stared at her screen blankly, the words slowly turning into mush as her vision blurred once more. Out of everyone, he’d always reach out to her, being the one person who made sure she was okay. He did things that her ex never even considered. With a few swipes, she dialled his number.

“You called back! What’s up?”

“Hey Reo…” Her voice was still coarse from all the sobbing.

“You don’t sound too good.. What’s wrong?”

“He cut me off..”

“Huh? What do you mean ‘cut me off?’”

Her shaky voice broke, sobs sounding through the phone. “He said he’s been seeing his old crush..”

“What!? What about tomorrow!?”

“We already told everyone… What do I do?”

A few seconds passed, and a sigh sounded through to her end of the call. “Look I can’t leave you crying in your room alone. Are you free later today?”

“..Yeah” She sniffed.

“Be ready by six, alright? And wipe those tears.” The warmth in his voice told her he was smiling.

Slipping on a simple dress, she did as much as she could to hide her breakdown with makeup.

Shutting the door to her apartment, she received a message from Reo letting her know he was waiting outside. Opening the door to his car as she’d done many times before, he greeted her with a smile, asking her if she felt any better.

In any case, breathing the fresh air outside her room would help her feel way better than staring at the dress for the rest of the day.

Upon arrival, he opened the door of her passenger seat, walking together into the restaurant. After a worker guided them to their table by a large window with a scenic view of the water, they were handed the menu to place their order.

He noticed her faint smile and distant expression, doing what he could to make sure she could feel better. He attempted to crack jokes here and there, mentioning things that he knew usually got a laugh out of her. By the end of the dinner, she seemed to have loosened up a little.

As the two of them left the restaurant, they walked back to his car together. She was expecting to be driven home immediately, but Reo had something else in mind. The two of them sat inside, and he placed his keys in the cupholder instead of starting up the car.

“Are you feeling okay?” He turned to face her. She nodded in response.

“So… what’s the plan for tomorrow?” He asked in a soft voice, treading carefully. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the ring on her finger before removing it. “To be honest with you..” Her eyes peered at the engraving of their initials inside the band. “I don’t know..”

She wound down the window and with an arm outstretched as far as she could manage, hurled the ring into the sea. “I guess I never did love him. Maybe I just get attached too easily.”

Slumping back into the seat, she turned to look at him. It was then when she began to wonder how she had overlooked his actions in the first place. Someone like him who paid so much attention to her, who was always there to listen to her worries. What kept him beside her for so long?

At this distance, he could see how red her eyes were, although she seemed to have covered up the evidence using makeup, still looking beautiful to him as always. With a deep breath, he reached out and took her hand in his right. Lacing his fingers into hers. He cupped over her hand with his left, rubbing her palm with his thumb.

“Reo..?” Her eyes widened, glistening with emotion.

“I’m here for you.. you know that, right?” His tone was gentle and his gaze upon her was tender. A warmth she hadn’t ever felt until now. It didn’t exactly come as a surprise; he had always been there for her, knowing when she was about to burst from stress and having a solution. Something no one had ever done for her before.

“Every time…” her voice hitched, a lump forming in her throat. “It’s always been you… You were always there, waiting for me…”

Slipping his fingers under hers, he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against her knuckles. “…and I don’t plan on leaving. Not today..” His voice softened as he looked up her, his gaze peering through his eyelashes. “And not tomorrow”.

part 2

[goldfades]

🌱 wedding dress shopping w your mom and ellen... you like a dress but it's over your budget but jack gave his card to ellen and ends up spoiling you

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 | jh⁸⁶

♡ ─ word count | 704

♡ ─ warnings | slight angst (y/n being sad over a dress) but cute mom/ellen/you moment!!!!!

♡ ─ ev's notes | jack seems like the type to drop 50k on a wedding dress LMAO (as he should)

"Oh my gosh, this one looks like my wedding dress!" Your mom gasped as she touched the dress, a warm smile on her smile. You gasped at that, touching it as well. Ellen smiled as she watched you and your mom continue to admire the dress.

"Oh, does it really?" Ellen chuckled, a fondness evident in her voice. "We have to look at the old pictures when we get home again, I love good old wedding photos."

You nodded, still marveling at the dress that bore a resemblance to your mother's. The three of you were in a bridal boutique, surrounded by lace, satin, and tulle in every shade imaginable.

"I remember the day I found my dress," Ellen continued, her eyes sparkling with memories. "It was such a special moment, just like this one. It's a dress that holds so much good memories, despite the stress that comes along a wedding."

Your mother laughed, her eyes reflecting the shared memories of her own wedding day. "Yes, despite the stress, it was one of the happiest days of my life. And finding the perfect dress made it even more special."

Ellen nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. There's something magical about finding that one dress that makes you feel like a princess."

Your mother began walking away from the dress, looking around. "Anything catch your eye yet, sweetie?"

You shook your head as you sighed. You were still thinking about the dress you had found a couple days ago but you had decided it was way other budget, not being able to justify spending that much money on a dress.

Ellen noticed the hint of disappointment in your expression and stepped closer, her eyes filled with warmth. "Is everything alright, Y/N?"

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to share your dilemma. Finally, you took a deep breath and spoke, "I found a dress a couple of days ago that I absolutely fell in love with. It was perfect in every way, but..." You trailed off, the weight of your decision hanging in the air.

"But it was way over budget," Ellen finished your sentence, her voice gentle yet understanding. "Sweetheart, finding the perfect dress is not just about the price tag. It's about how it makes you feel, the emotions it evokes. If there's a particular dress that captured your heart, it shouldn't matter how much it is."

Your mother, sensing your hesitation, chimed in with a reassuring smile. "Your happiness is what matters the most. We can always explore options, but if you're still thinking about it then we should look at it again, babe."

"But it was way over budget-"

"Y/N." Ellen said firmly. "It doesn't matter the price, Jack told me to make sure to get any dress you want. Jack wouldn't even notice how much we took, plus all he wants is his future wife to be happy." She smiled as you laughed.

You sighed as you nodded. "Okay, then."

"Sweetheart, it's not even gonna make a dent in his bank account, trust me." Ellen joked as you laughed again. "And plus, your wedding day is a once-in-a-lifetime occasion, and you deserve to feel like a princess."

Your mother nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Ellen's right, sweetheart. Jack loves you more than anything, and he wants to see you happy on your wedding day. If this dress is the one that makes you feel that way, then let's make it happen."

Finally, unable to resist any longer, the boutique attendant brought out the dream dress once again. As you slipped into it, a sense of certainty washed over you. The delicate details, the way it made you feel – it was worth every penny, especially knowing that Jack wanted you to have the dress that would make you happy.

Ellen and your mom exchanged knowing glances as you twirled in front of the mirror, a radiant smile on your face. Their silent approval meant more to you than words could express.

"This is it," you said, your voice filled with certainty.

"Oh, sweetheart, you look absolutely breathtaking," Ellen whispered, genuine happiness radiating from her. Your mom, too, had tears in her eyes as she watched you.

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[jyoongim]

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕽𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖔

Chapter two

The sound of your curtains being slid back roused you before the sunlight poured in, making you scrunch your face and snuggle back into your bedding.

”Just five more minutes” you groaned, causing (who you assume is a servant) someone to chuckle as your comforter is ripped from your body.

”I’m afraid that will not do my dear. We have a busy day ahead of us. C’mon get on up before i get a bucket” your mother said, walking out of the room and leaving your servant to help you get dressed. 

You walk downstairs and find your mother and sisters excitedly waiting at the front door. 

The four of you are in the carriage and your sisters are already talking about what they wanted to buy. Your mother had a smile on her face as you look out the window.

A trip to the modiste.

To pick colors for this year’s season.

You looked at some of the fabrics as your mother and sisters chatted and picked different fabrics.

For every young lady debuting, white was absolutely a first choice.

Your eyes landed on beautiful red satin fabric.

”See something you like maam?” A servant asked.

You touched the soft, smooth fabric “add this to my colors, I think a bit of color would suit me this season”

I usually liked the colors of my family’s house,  purples, blues, greens. They were safe colors.

But red was such a passion color.

and wasn’t that the point of the season? To find passion with someone?

The servant nodded and added it to her basket.

I didn’t really need to be around. My mother was in her own world had pretty much planned out how my season debut would go.

I looked around quickly and made my escape outside.

Just as i made it down the step, I ran into someone.

”Y/n!” A cheerful voice sang. I smiled, I knew that voice…

Charlotte.

I smiled at the blonde as she pulled me in a tight hug.

”Oh i had been wondering when we would get a chance to catch up, are you busy?” She asked. I looked back at the modiste shop and shook my head

”no why don’t we go grab a lemonade and a tart? I’m starving”

she giggled and we made our way to a little cafe in town.

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“Wait so your mother just left?” I asked, jaw dropped. Charlie nodded “left a letter and haven’t seen her since, oh i miss her terribly. daddy has been a mess since she left”

I sipped my lemonade as we chatted. It was sad to hear what Charlie had been going through the winter. Her family always seemed like such a happy and loving bunch.

”Are you excited for this year’s season? I heard that there are some good pickings this year”

I snorted at her words.

”maybe you’ll be the diamond. You certainly outshine the rest of us. Oh! Please tell me you’re gonna sing at your wedding” i jested, making her roll her eyes.

”why don’t we go back to my house and go for a ride? Our horses have been undergoing training all winter and the weather is great” i suggested.

Her face lit up and before she could agree, her maid cleared her throat

”Ms. Morningstar your father has requested that you meet him at the opera house for a evening show today”

We both pout.

”maybe next time?” She asked, giving me her best puppy eyes as she gets up. I nod.

I sit there for a moment and look at the people passing by.

I guess i should head home, Mother would be worried sick.

A soft tune began to play and i hummed along as i finished up my tart. 

Ah music. jazz particularly was your favorite.

You had heard it multiple times at parties or events your father went to, and it always had a way of making you feel…ethereal.

if only you could dance freely like a young girl again to music.

maybe you would make suggestions to your mother about some of the balls to be true bayou core.

I went to take the dirty dishes inside when i bumped into someone, it knocked the plate out my hand and any remaining food was now on my dress.

A red handkerchief appeared and I took it without looking up, thanking the person as i dabbed at the stain. 

Once I was done i looked up to give it back when no one was there.

that was odd.

I looked at the handkerchief. 

It had a deer on it.

Cute and ironic.

I looked around to see if i could possibly spot the man who had given it to me.

He was gone.

I looked at the red cloth.

Who could have given this to you?

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[alliwantistowearcomfypants]

I'm not gonna lie, I think mandalorian should have ended at season 2. It just buttoned up so well, and the message was incredible. It was touching and sad. And then, like a month later, it didn't matter. Season 3 was so disappointing to me, and I think a big reason for that is because it lacked that simplicity the first 2 seasons had. The show was just about a damaged man finding his humanity and helping various people along the way. I know that not everyone loved the simplicity, but I think it was the best thing the show had going for it. Star Wars often suffers from stuffing so much crap in the story that it forgets to add character arcs.

The first 2 seasons are super character focused. The plot is so intertwined with Dins' character growth that it doesn't focus on the big picture. But in s3, Din barely has any growth as a character. There's stuff happening left and right, but Din doesn't really have any emotional stakes in it. Him trying to get his mandalorian status back feels hallow because we literally just watched 2 whole seasons of him breaking away from it. One of the biggest character moments for him was taking off his helmet for grogu. He's telling grogu that he matters more. That he would give it all up for him. It's so touching and feels like his character's natural progression. And then we're supposed to care when all of a sudden he wants back into the morally questionable pseudo cult he broke away from for his baby? I don't care! That plot point also resolves itself in like 3 episodes with little to no confluct, so now what. He wants to help Bo Katan. Ok. Why. No idea. He's kinda just there, watching things happen around him. There's no inner conflict or tough decisions he needs to make. His character arc is over, and you can tell the writers didn't know what to do with him.

The show is honestly focused more on bo katan than din. Which, no hate to her, but I'm not here for her. She's treated like a wronged princess, not like a deeply flawed terrorist who saw the error of her ways way too late. She literally aided in getting her planet overrun by crime leaders and sith. And the show just brushes past that. They don't even mention Satine, which could have been a great way to humanize Bo. Have her struggle with the fact that she got her sister killed. Have her wanting to restore mandalor for her sister, who died trying to protect it. It would have been so much more impactful if Bo Katan's motivation was out of guilt for getting her sister killed and planet overrun. She could have slowly opened up about her complicated relationship with her sister. She could have had an obi wan kenobi type arc. Learning the only thing she can do is move forward. Try to right her wrongs. Restore Mandalore in the name of her flawed but deeply devoted sister. I do not understand why they didn't at least touch on Bo's personal ties to the planet. She feels so one dimensional, and they could have easily made her more interesting. Or at least motivating.

My biggest problem with the show is that I didn't really care. I didn't care about Bo Katan's goals or Din's. And I think the biggest reason is because the show forgot to add character moments that tied them to the things they want in a personal way. Also, Din's baptism thing was stupid. Just cut that out entirely. No one wanted that.

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Hii again! Another request for Feitan x Reader, kind of like the last one. Reade who loves sweet and cute things, gothic lolita, but specifically for this part wants to take Feitan shopping for a matching outfit! He never really changes and she doesn't want to force him, but she's ecstatic when he agrees!! I was thinking something to match her lolita style they could go looking for a Ouji style outfit! He'd look so cute and handsome like that!! Thank you! ♡

I. Am. LIVING. For your request oh my goddddd thank you!!! As a fellow fashion lover this topic is making my heart sing with joy!!🥰 he definitely would look so amazing in the Ouji style!! I didn’t know that was a thing until you mentioned it and now, after much research, I’m obsessed😭😭 Thanks again for the request, I hope you love it!!!

Fashion Forward Feitan

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Warnings: small mentions of violence

“Come on, please? It’ll be fun!”

You looked at Feitan with the biggest doe eyes you could muster. You were trying to convince him to go shopping with you once again since it seemed like he enjoyed himself the last time you two perused a boutique together. This time, though, it would be his turn to bring home a new outfit.

“You no think my clothes fit?” he chided, trying to avoid your gaze because he knew you were giving him that look—the one he could barely resist.

“No, they fit fine,” you said, “but I wanted to take you somewhere special. There’s this store that carries a style I think you would look great in.”

“I look bad now?” he asked, his hands tucked in his pockets.

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you being difficult on purpose?”

Feitan smiled mischievously. “Maybe.”

“Okay then,” you sighed wistfully, turning your head toward the floor in mock sadness, “guess I’ll go to the store all by myself. Walk the streets… alone.”

You peeked up at Feitan who was back to his usual of showing no emotions at your words.

You made another attempt at getting a response. “All by my lonesome. In that great, big, dangerous world out there…”

Nothing.

“I’ll go try and pick something out for you. And then if I bring it back and it doesn’t fit, I’ll have to venture out again myself to return it…”

Feitan was wholly unamused by your antics.

“You finished?” he barked. You nodded, anxiously biting your bottom lip in hopes that he was about to agree to your little adventure.

“Good. You talk too much. I go, but only to keep eye on you. You troublemaker.”

You broke out into a smile and clapped your hands, happy that you convinced him. As you ran to find your purse so you could leave, your frilled skirt swirled around you in a mesmerizing dance of satin and tulle and Feitan was so distracted by you that he didn’t register your soft hand on his arm until much too late for someone with his quick reaction time.

“You ready?” you questioned a second time as your first attempt at gaining his attention failed, Feitan seemingly daydreaming. He didn’t respond verbally but headed outside, your hand falling from his arm as he left. You were saddened by the loss of touch between you two, missing the comfort of feeling him. Little did you know, the man many steps ahead of you was feeling the same way.

Your platform shoes clacked against the pavement in your attempt to catch up with the speediest Phantom Troupe member.

“You don’t even know where we’re going,” you grumbled, out of breath when you finally were able to walk side by side with Feitan.

“Not my fault you slow.”

“I talk too much and I’m slow. Anything else you’d like to compliment me on today?”

You look pretty, he thought, but he’d sooner cut out his own tongue before admitting that out loud.

“Let’s see. You passive aggressive.”

You practically growled. “You’re about to make me aggressive aggressive.”

Feitan shivered with excitement at the thought. Since you were usually upbeat and unusually kind at all times (traits he had come to love about you), it still would be a real treat for him to see you unhinged. However, you were already back to your happy-go-lucky self, squealing in delight when a certain shopfront entered your view.

“Here it is!” you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling. Now steps behind you, Feitan walked through the door and furrowed his brow. What was this place? He had never seen fashions like this in his life. There were waistcoats and collared shirts galore, chains and jewelry glittering on displays all around him. As you scurried ahead, already deep diving into the racks, he sauntered behind you, overwhelmed by all the choices in front of him.

“This style is called Ouji,” you explained, picking through shirts. “It’s like the more masculine version of my style, which is gothic Lolita.”

“It’s… different,” he said, but you knew he didn’t mean it in a bad way. It was something he had probably never seen before—and you were happy to introduce him to it!

“What do you think about this?”

You held up a white collared shirt with a ruffle on the front. Feitan shook his head, scrunching his nose under his cowl.

“No white. Stains easy.”

“Good call,” you replied, hanging it up. “Ooh! How about this?”

You plucked another shirt from the rack, this time black with a high neck and long sleeves sporting buttons at the cuff. He looked it over and nodded in agreement.

“That’s a good start,” you said. “What size are you?”

Feitan just shrugged. He didn’t shop much, nor did he pay attention to sizing. Phinks usually brought things home for him and they magically fit.

“Small maybe?” you mused. “I’ll get a medium too in case you want a roomier fit.”

You handed him the two shirts and busied yourself in the pants section while he moseyed over to the accessories. His attention was caught by a jacquard vest with long tails, inky in color, with large buttons down the front. He hummed in amusement as he studied the piece, wondering if it would go with whatever you were picking out. Not caring to put more thought into it, he grabbed one off the rack and walked back to you.

“I went with black breeches since those are easiest to style and- Oh! Look at you, already getting to the fun part of accessorizing.”

You gave him a big smile, happy to see him enjoying himself.

“You should go try this stuff on,” you told him, leading the way to the dressing rooms.

“You can use this room,” the store clerk said, opening the curtain.

“Thank you,” you replied to her, but Feitan wasn’t budging from where he stood.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I no want to get undressed in public. Too vulnerable.”

“I’ll be right here the entire time. No one is getting between me and that curtain, I promise.”

His gray eyes pierced into your own before sighing and entering the dressing room. When the curtain closed, you exhaled out of relief. You wondered if it was going to be difficult shopping with him, especially since he didn’t like change, but everything was going smoothly. Now came the best part about this trip for you: seeing Feitan dressed in exquisite clothing.

Feitan ripped the curtain closed, taking extra precaution to make sure no one could peek through before slowly shedding his old clothes. He pulled the articles of clothing off their hangers in a flash, eager to get dressed in something so he wasn’t feeling as exposed. Covered once more, he examined himself in the mirror. His slender fingers trailed over the foreign clothing currently on his body, feeling the different fabrics under his touch. He had never paid much attention to how he looked in the past, not caring about his level of attractiveness to others. He spent most of his days covered almost head to toe anyway. However, under the bright dressing room lights, in new clothes that showed off his figure in ways he didn’t know possible, he experienced a surge of different emotions all at once: excitement, joy, uncertainty-

“Fei? You alright in there?”

His eyes widened when he heard you. He had been behind the curtain for a long time, hadn’t he?

“I coming, don’t rush me.”

He tried sounding as normal as possible but his voice shook slightly. Grabbing the curtain, he halted his movements as an unknown feeling washed over him.

Was he nervous?

Feitan scoffed. He was a Spider; why was awaiting a girl’s opinion cause him such distress? He took a deep breath and yanked back the curtain, deliberately avoiding looking at your face in fear of seeing your reaction. Your silence was deafening to him and he found himself wishing you would begin talking nonstop like you normally do. You noticed an air about him that was strikingly opposite than normal—he seemed apprehensive. Comfortable in the clothes, not hiding himself away, but just unsure of himself.

No—unsure of you.

“Fei,” you spoke softly, walking towards him, “you look absolutely stunning.”

He had never wished for his cowl more than in that moment so he could hide away from your sweet words that were making a blush blossom across his face.

“You’re so handsome,” you breathed out as he finally looked up, his black hair falling into his eyes.

“Tch. You ridiculous,” he replied, but there was no bite to his tone. Was he secretly thankful that you were pleased with the way he looked? Of course he was. You were his pride and joy, his treasure amongst the trash of the world. Your opinion was the only one he genuinely cared about all the time, other than his own. He was deeply loyal to you and would follow you to the ends of the earth. And if he got to wear this Ouji style every once in a while on that journey? He’s not mad about that.

“You know how I feel about it, but how about yourself? You like?” you asked, a hopeful lilt in your voice.

After a few seconds passed, Feitan answered. “I do. I like very much.”

Your eyes lit up. “Really? Ugh, I’m relieved! I would’ve felt horrible if you hated it!”

Feitan had to fight the tiny smile that threatened to appear on his lips.

“I get this. Keep for special occasions.”

“Your outfit would go perfectly with that dress I got the last time we went shopping! We’re going to look so good together!”

You kept talking about outfits and your delight at his willingness to coordinate with you but he wasn’t really listening. He was too busy watching you and feeling another surprising emotion for the day:

Love.

[luvscrazy]

The Rehearsal Dinner ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ (Part 2)

Bakugo Katsuki x Fem reader

Summary: Y/N L/N recently got dumped by her long-term ex-boyfriend. Her best friend is having her wedding and she gets an invite to her rehearsal dinner. Unbeknownst to her, she’s assigned the “plus one” role for the evening by the bride. Her friend chooses her ex’s best friend. Y/N and her ex’s best friend Katsuki Bakugo have met before. For the sake of her friend's wedding, she and him pretend they don’t know each other or each other's pasts. Over the course of the dinner, and the soon-to-be wedding they will build a bond and navigate through awkward and intense times. Causing lots of tension, witty banter, and unspoken words between the two. 

Word Count: 987

Parts: Part1

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Today is the rehearsal dinner. It’s Saturday, 5:00 p.m., and the dinner starts at 6. Ochako ordered me this red satin dress. It features a figure-hugging silhouette that gracefully flows over my body, with a plunging neckline and delicate thin straps that bring a seductive allure. The smooth, lustrous fabric glistens with every movement, while the daring low back and mid-thigh hemline add to the dress. 

Damn, I look sexy. I put my silver/gold earrings in, and grab my black purse. I'm wearing black heels, to match my black purse. The Uber is waiting outside my apartment. I went to meet with the driver. It’s a middle-aged woman who's driving me. I enter the car and smell the coffee in the cup holder. 

While driving the woman tells me about her daughters. Her oldest daughter is in college, and is working to be a writer also. Ironically that's who I was also. The woman had her kids young also, and fell in love with her kids father but they didn’t last. I know how it feels to have someone you love leave them. 

While on the topic of her losing her ex husband, i bring up my ex boyfriend. She listens to me, and gives me some advice. She tells me how upset she was when her husband at the time left, but unexpectedly, she met a better man who loved her and her kids. They’ve been together for years now. 

“Honey, don’t be sad over that man anymore. Love never comes when you're searching, but unexpected. And when you get it, the feeling you feel is something you’ve never felt before”, The woman tells me. Her voice is gentle. 

I take her advice. I can’t keep looking back on the past or try and force myself into looking for someone. I need it to happen naturally. 

About 30 minutes pass. I thanked the lady as we arrived, and I gave her a 15 dollar tip. She thanks me and gives me a prayer before she drives off. I’m walking towards the rehearsal dinner.

I looked around and the rehearsal dinner was set in a breathtaking garden, with twinkling fairy lights draped over the trees and elegant floral arrangements in soft blush and ivory hues. The atmosphere felt romantic and dreamy. Guests mingled under the warm glow of chandeliers, savoring gourmet bites as soft music played in the background, making the evening feel both intimate and enchanting.

I scan around for Ochako, and once I see her I walk over towards her. She and Izuku are greeting the guests. 

“Hey guys”, I waved to Ochako and Izuku. 

“Y/N! You made it!”, Ochako jumps and pulls me into a hug. 

“Yeah, of course I wouldn’t miss it”, I hugged her back. 

“Good. So we’ve got around 100 or so people, and I want you to make a speech for me. You know, like talk about us in highschool, etc.”, She looks at me with excitement. 

“You could’ve told me that earlier..”, I say. 

“I know but I know you would’ve tried to get out of it. But you don’t need to be perfect at the rehearsal dinner, just the actual wedding dinner”, She smiles. 

“Yeah..okay…”, I sigh. 

More guests flow in, and i see people from UA. On ochako’s side i see Momo, Jirou, Mina, and Tsu. We were all a huge friend group, and they became hero’s and i didn’t go that route even though i wanted to. I feel so plain being a writer, like i wasted my hero potential. But whats really the point of risking my life for not even a good pay check or being in the top 20. 

Nonetheless, I made small talk with the other girls. We talk and look back on memories, and they tell me about what it is to be a hero. They’re always pretty busy. I look over at Izuku’s side. Todoroki, Sero, Ilda, and Denki are here. Everyone talks amongst themselves. 

I walk away from the girls to just look around and think to myself. I go to get myself a drink. A figure comes beside me to also get a drink. I glance over at them. It’s Bakugo. His spikey ash-blonde hair is tamed for once. And his suit is black and red. He looks nice. 

Ochako runs up behind the both of us, “Hey. looks like you finally met your date!”. 

I choke on the sparkling water, “What fake date? What are you talking about??”. 

“Oh yeah i forgot to tell you, but i know your sad about your ex and all that so i got you a date! So you didn’t feel left out”, She smiles. 

“Yeah yeah..thanks..”, I say calmly. A twitch in my smile. 

“You guys look good together, so you know how to talk and stuff!”, Ochako claps and scurries away. 

“Look, I don't wanna be your date and you don’t wanna be mine. Lets just fake this for them and their wedding”, I say annoyed. 

“I Agree. I only agreed to do this because I'm Izuku's best man, and he told me to do it for his fiance's sake”, He takes a sip of his drink. 

“Okay, well while were doing this, i want nothing to do with Kirishima. I know you guys are good friends but we’re done, so no talking about him. If he does come around i don’t wanna be around him”, I cross my arms. 

“Yeah okay. I’ve got better things to do rather than talk about my friend to his annoying ex girlfriend”, He rolls his eyes. 

“You're such an ass. This is why you are the number 2 hero!”, I yell. 

“Mhm, number 2 is better than becoming a low-life writer”, He bites back. 

“Ugh! Just stay away from me”, I start to walk off. 

“I gladly will”, He responds back, going off in a different direction. 

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[r4ikkonen]

please can you do a fernando alonso imagine where she’s 22 years old and in college and he’s her sugardaddy, because he doesn’t have time for an actual relationship ? and he had a rule of no falling in love but then he realizes he’s in love with her when he’s bringing her shopping and he confesses it to her later that day after they have sex and she loves him back too

No strings attached | Fernando Alonso x Reader

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Ever since you got into your dream college Yale life has been a little bit challenging.You had to work a part time job at starbucks to be able to pay the rent and your scholarship.Yale is overall very expensive and your grades are not that bad either.All your problems disappeared over the summer break.Your friend Zara and you went to the Silverstone Grand Prix.Zara was sweet enough to get both of you the paddock passes and you enjoyed your time there very much.Zara was a big fan of motorsport and you would always come with her to watch Formula 1 or NASCAR.Even though you would struggle with understanding the terms you always found a way to enjoy every race.Zara introduced you to a lot of drivers and there was one that caught your eye.His name was Fernando and he drove for Aston Martin.

Zara often teased you about him and that drove you crazy.After the Silverstone race you and Nando got into contact and you would often talk to each other.He came up with an idea to meet at the restaurant.You gladly accepted and spent 3 hours getting ready just to see him.Your hair was shiny and your satin black dress was hugging your body.When you arrived you saw a man drinking wine graciously while waiting for you.You took a seat and his eyes went straight to look at yours.

“Oh hi y/n didn’t see you there” Fernando said giving me a slight smirk.The way he talked was very flirtatious and I tried not to fall in any off his gestures.He asked me about my college and about my life.I felt like he really cared about it and he would listen to me like I was a song.

After we finished off our desserts it was time to go home.He gave me a ride home in his new Aston Martin car that cost more than my life probably.When we arrived he stopped the car and looked at me right into my eyes.

“Remember Cariño, no strings attached” He told me while grabbing my thigh placing a warm kiss on my cheek.His dark brown eyes met mine and I felt goosebumps rising up on my arms.I waved back to him and entered my apartment.We were now using each other for each others needs, like money and attention..

Few weeks went by and I was living my life to the fullest.I truly had everything, from Dior to Chanel to all of those designers.I was now a sugar baby and Fernando made sure he spoiled me go bits.We were talking nonstop and he called me any second he gets.I really felt like he was my boyfriend.He always listened to me and he always helped me.We would often see each other when we could.He was busy with racing and scoring points for me while I studied my ass off to become a Doctor.Whenever I’d miss him I would always remember his words.”No strings attached”.They are still haunting me and I tried shaking off the feeling that I have a slight crush on him.

I went shopping to get some new clothes because I’ll be flying to Oxford to see him.I was very excited and I picked some gorgeous outfits that he of course paid for.

He greeted me with a big smile on his face pulling me into a big hug.As I wrapped my arms around his neck I could feel his after shave.I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and he blushed like crazy.We had time of our lives he showed me Oxford and we tried some great food there too.Living with him for these 4 days were amazing.

It was the last day and I already felt cranky.I didn’t want to leave him, I didn’t want to go back to my sad apartment.I wanted to stay with him forever.When I got out of the bed I saw him preparing pancakes.The smell was so strong and I couldn’t help but giggle while looking at his bare back.His muscles were so defined.His Samurai tattoo was exposed.I bit my lips and sat on the counter trying to catch his attention.

“Good morning Mi Amor” He said placing a warm kiss on my cheek while holding the pan carefully.

“Good morning love” I replied starring at him and admiring every move of his.

He slid a plate across the counter.

“Eat.” He demanded waiting for me to taste one of his pancakes.

“Mmm this is delicious, maybe I should kidnap you and make you make me pancakes mhm?” I teased trying not to sound too clingy.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all” He winked flirtatiously at my joke.

We spent the whole day to ourselves chilling on his big sofa.I was sitting on top of him resting and scrolling through tiktok.He grabbed my phone and threw it onto the coffee table. “Hey!” I yelled hopping that he didn’t break my phone.He didn’t say anything he lifted me up and undressed me exposing my bare breasts.I whined to his actions and he kept placing wet kisses on my neck while whispering something in Spanish.I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pulled out his member.I moaned at his actions as he pressed his warm fingers inside of me. “Fuck Nando please..” I groaned begging him to fuck me some more. “Be patient cariño” He whispered in my ear making me want him even more.We spent that whole morning making love..

After he made sure I was comfortable.We were still laying on his sofa naked.. I used his torso as a Pillow and his fingers were playing with my hair.We were just laying there in silence

“Cariño” He said with a frightened look on his face.Holding me by my waist.

“Yes?l” I turned off my phone locking an eye contact with him.

“Cariño there’s something you need to know” His words weren’t so clear and I was scared for the worst.I’ve thought to myself, what if he breaks up with me?What if he finds me too needy?I couldn’t shake away my fear.

“Uh look, I’ve been thinking about this for some time know and honestly, I think im in love with you, I know I know no strings attached but.. I feel very happy with you and I want to take you with me everywhere I go.”

My eyes went wide to his beautiful confession and I couldn’t help but to give him a big kiss.I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled away from the kiss “I love you”.

I’ve never seen such a smile on his face before he stared at me deeply and I could sense how happy he felt.He grabbed me closer and said

“Cmon let’s go get ready there’s one more place I need to take you too”

[a-killer-obsession]

Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 15 - Together, But So Alone

You struggle to get back to your normal routine now that you're back on the ship.

WC: ~5.5k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

Thank you so much for all the love on the last chapter!!! I really appreciate all the kind comments 💖 Sorry in advance to all the people I made cry though, the next like 6 chapters are not going to be any better SORRRYY

I promise everyone will have a happy ending eventually!

The first thing you did the second you stepped foot back on the ship was make a beeline for the bathroom. Kid was right, despite bathing daily in the stream, you were both still coated in sweat from the hot island, and washing yourself and your clothes without soap could only do so much. You imagined you must smell something akin to when they'd first found you, with the added addition of harsh sunburns that covered most of your body. The hot water stung your burns, but you tolerated it and scrubbed hard at your skin, feeling like you needed to physically scrape away the memories from the last two weeks. You barely even noticed the silent tears that rolled down your cheeks, salty water mixing with fresh as it ran down your body. Your heart ached, you knew he wasn't gone and yet you missed him sorely.

Your eyes were puffy and red when you looked in the mirror, your skin aflame from the incessant scrubbing mixed with the now very raw sunburns. Your hands felt dry and irritated from weeks of manual labour, and your head ached from crying. You sniffed and did your best to pull yourself together, quickly making your way to your room, wrapped in a towel. You threw out the nightie and panties you'd been wearing, they were stained and torn from your time on the island, and the memories they held were best forgotten. The clean towel was so soft against your skin after weeks in the wild, it reminded you of the way Killer would hold you so carefully, like you might break. You threw it off the second your bedroom door was shut behind you.

It was getting close to when dinner would be served by the time you finished getting cleaned up, so you just got straight into a set of pyjamas, realising with a frown that you'd lost your lovely satin dressing gown when you'd gone overboard. You couldn't care less that dinner was suppose to be a celebration, you just wanted to be comfortable right now. You opted for a pants and button up set, feeling emotionally exposed, and not wanting your physical body to follow suit. You eyed your mask as you dressed, sitting neatly on the side table. Someone had definitely come in and cleaned up after the storm, Heat presumably, everything was where it should be and your bed was made with freshly laundered sheets. You sat on the edge of it and held your mask, noting the small crack on the band that had been carefully repaired, it must have gotten broken during the storm, no doubt repaired by Kid in your absence. Something about looking at it made your ears sting, and you quickly found yourself crying again, discarding the mask back on the side table.

A small knock came at the door, followed by the door opening slightly and Heat's perpetually sad face peeking around it. You held your arms out to him immediately, and he very nearly charged at you when he saw your distressing expression, holding you close to his chest as your tears turned to full body sobs. With his strong, familiar arms wrapped tight around you, he rubbed your back soothingly and cooed small reassurances to you that you were home, and you were safe, thinking it was the reason for your tears. He couldn't have known that the real reason was a certain first mate, and you weren't sure you could bring yourself to vocalise your feelings right now, so you let him comfort you the way he thought best.

“Are you hurt?” He asked gently as your sobbing finally came under control, “is there anything you need?”

“I hit my head when I first went overboard,” you sniffed, “but I think it healed okay. Other than that I just have a lot of sunburn”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he pouted at your red skin, “do you want me to get you some aloe or something?”

“Maybe later,” you nuzzled into his chest, his arms holding a little tighter in response, “I really missed you”

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he pressed a kiss against the top of your head and rested his cheek against it, “we were all really worried. We knew Killer was okay cos of his vivre card, but we had no way of telling how you were. I think Kid wants to get you a vivre as soon as we get to the next island”

“He just wants to make sure his weapon doesn't go missing,” you frowned.

“It's not like that and you know it,” he replied as he rubbed circles on the small of your back, “he was really genuinely worried about you, I haven't seen him so worried since Killer fucked his arm up. We were all really scared for you, even if most of us are too stubborn to admit it. I even caught Mohawk crying in the infirmary at one point”

You sighed deeply, not sure you really believed that anyone would cry for you. “I'm sorry for scaring everyone” you felt guilty for causing drama on the ship.

“It's not your fault, storms happen, it's the risk we take sailing the Grandline,” Heat reassured, “it was just wrong place, wrong time”

“I'd be dead if Killer hadn't jumped in,” you near whispered, like you didn't want to hear the admission, “and I almost killed him because of it”

“We saw his vivre burning a little before it stopped, what happened?” Heat asked.

“I woke up on the beach and he wasn't breathing,” you explained, “I got him back but, I really thought I was going to be alone all over again”

“Kid will be thankful that you saved him,” Heat mused, nuzzling his nose against the top of your head before pressing another gentle kiss on it, “does that mean you saw his face?”

“Yeah, I mean, not then, I closed my eyes but, yeah, I have,” Heat was a little surprised by that, it meant Killer had chosen to let you see at some other point, when his life hadn't been at risk. Only he, Kid, and Wire had seen his face since he'd started wearing the mask.

“He must trust you a great deal,” he mused.

“It doesn't matter, it's over with now,” you sighed sadly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“It doesn't matter, don't worry about it,” you forced a smile for him, trying to prove that you were okay. He wasn't convinced but decided to leave it for now anyway. He got the sense that something had happened, but you weren't ready to talk about it yet. “We're home now, that's all that matters, right?”

“Right,” he sighed. He really had missed you, the last two weeks had been stressful for everyone on the ship. Kid tended to get angry when he was worried, and without Killer it had been hard to keep his temper in check. Heat had been entirely lost to his thoughts, Wire having had to take over the supply management when they'd stopped for repairs. In truth, with no way of knowing whether you were alive or dead, all of the commanders had cried for you, even Kid. You may have only been on the crew for a little over a month, but you'd made a place in their hearts. Of course they also missed Killer, but once his vivre stopped burning all concern had been lost, they knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself till they could get to him.

Heat held you a while longer, laying together in silence, both content to just be close and taking in each other's comforting scent. A loud growl from your stomach interrupted the moment, and Heat struggled to contain his laugh.

“Let's get you some real food, you must be starving,” he said, helping you sit back up and sliding himself off the bed. He handed you your mask, and you looked at it in your hands feeling a mixture of relief and sadness, fresh tears threatening to fall. Your seastone bracelet had kept you in control over the last two weeks, but it also left you feeling weak, so with a sigh you slid your mask into place and flipped the pendant on the bracelet, before Heat could notice the way your eyes were prickling with tears again. You immediately felt more energetic, but it'd take a few days to feel entirely normal after such a long near-constant exposure to the seastone.

The other commanders were already at the head table in the galley, sans Double who was on watch, drinking and feasting and recounting the last two weeks for Killer. He sat in silence, pushing his food around on his plate, but trying his best to seem like he was happy to be home. He was, of course, but at the same time his heart hurt badly and he was struggling to come to terms with his own poor choices. He should never have let himself get close, he should never have let you go. He was giving himself whiplash with the deep regrets alternating in his mind.

You sat in your usual spot across from him, the others all greeting you cheerfully and pushing plates of food and drinks in front of you to join the festivities. You smiled as best you could, trying your hardest to not look at Killer, which wasn't easy considering he was directly in your eyeline. You could see from the corner of your eye that he was doing the same, or at least by the angle of his mask it seemed that way. You wondered if he was catching secret glances of you from the corner of his eye as well.

“There's the girl of the hour!” Kid bellowed, which was followed by a round of cheering from all in the room. He was clearly already half buzzed and you wondered if they'd all started drinking the second you'd all gotten back on the ship. The spread of food laid out on the table was immense, but in truth you didn't much feel like eating. Somehow the pain in your stomach made it easier to bear the ache in your heart. You did your best anyway, for the sake of appearances, nibbling here and there on small things. Mostly, you just wanted to get drunk and forget the island. Really, really drunk.

Kid laughed as you took the bottle of rum that sat in front of him and swigged straight from it, coughing a little at the burn as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Being stuck with Killer was that bad, huh?” He laughed, taking another bottle of rum from the centre of the table to replace the one you'd taken. Usually he would have been mad at you, but he was in too high of a mood to scold. Besides, you looked like you could do with getting blasted.

“Killer saved my life,” you huffed, taking another swig and sitting back in your chair, “you shouldn't be cheering for me, I'd be at the bottom of the ocean if it wasn't for him. I did nothing worth cheering for”

“That's not true,” Killer finally spoke for the first time in hours, his mask pointed at Kid, “I know you saw the vivre burning, she brought me back”

“After you nearly drowned because of me,” you rolled your eyes and took another shot, starting to feel a pleasant warmth.

“I told you, the storm wasn't your fault,” Heat interjected.

“He's right, stop being pissy about it, shit happens,” Kid added, “aye wait a second, how'd she bring you back, Kil? You two get a lil kissy kissy? I bet there wasn't much to do on that island, aye?”

“Fuck off, Kid,” Killer growled. You took a heavy swig of the rum, feeling a bright pink blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Jeez you're fucking touchy tonight,” Kid pouted, “whatever, at least Yin seems in the festive spirit tonight. I didn't even know you drank rum, girlie”

“Tonight I'm drinking whatever is gonna get me shit faced the fastest,” you replied bluntly.

“Aye, cheers to that!” Kid roared, lifting his own bottle and taking a large mouthful before slamming it back against the table. Killer felt immense guilt under his mask, knowing full well that you were drinking to forget what he'd done to hurt you.

You had to admit, getting absolutely shit faced did make it easier to forget, and you found yourself actually maybe even having a nice time. A couple of expertly rolled joints passed around the commanders on top of that, and it wasn't long before you found yourself back in your old habits, grinding your ass teasingly against Heat's erection as you sat on his lap and laughed about Kid losing yet another round of poker. You didn't yourself play, but now that you recognized the symbols that represented numbers and letters that denoted the king, queen and jack, you were able to start picking up how the game worked, making mental notes so you could play in future. It looked fun, though you wouldn't be betting any real money for a fair while, still very much in debt after your initial shopping spree. You were thankful that Kid had at least considered the furniture paid for, calling it a perk of being a commander instead of charging you for it.

You felt the now familiar craving of wanting to be filled as you pressed against Heat's hard, clothed length, and soon you had convinced him to retreat back to your room, riding his face while you took his cock deep down your throat. You wanted him inside you so badly, but to do so would mean admitting what had come to pass on the island. You knew Heat refused to be your first, but you couldn't tell him he was your second without finding the strength to talk about Killer.

For now he sated you as best he could with his mouth, but you found it didn't feel as intense as it usually did. Everything felt wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it. Unwillingly, he left you to sleep, having to go take the night watch. He hoped that after getting high and a few orgasms that you would sleep well, so he wouldn't feel guilty leaving you, but the high had faded and you instead tossed and turned for hours. You missed the warmth against you that'd you'd grown accustomed to, and the heavy arm draped over you protectively. It was with a sour face and a pang of guilt that he watched from the crow's nest as you stalked through the dead of night to the galley, clearly having been unsuccessful at sleeping. No matter, his shift would be over in another hour, so he'd be able to keep you company soon.

You did your best to quietly open the galley door, sneaking into the kitchen and opening the large fridge that was filled with leftovers from the feast. Hidden from anyone who may enter by the large fridge door, you ate directly from the plates, illuminated by the fridge light as you picked at the cold scraps with little regard.

“That fridge is only for the commanders,” a stern baritone spooked you, causing you to slam the door shut in guilt and surprise, revealing the Massacre Soldier with crossed arms, leaning against the kitchen wall. He pulled away from it and dropped his arms as he registered that it was you.

“Yin,” he near stuttered, “sorry, I just assumed you were a cabin boy since you were too small to see”

You swallowed your mouthful before speaking, nervous that the dark kitchen held only the two of you. You hadn't interacted at all outside of the small conversation at dinner. “Sorry, I couldn't sleep. I'm going now”

“It's fine,” he sighed, catching your wrist as you went to pass him, “you're a commander, you're welcome to take whatever you want from that fridge, I just mistook you”

“Its okay, really,” you shook your hand free, “I was just leaving anyway”

Killer watched you pass by, letting out a deep breath before finally finding the courage to speak again. “I'm sorry, Yin, I really am” you knew full well he wasn't talking about the fridge anymore.

“I told you, it's fine, Killer,” it hurt his heart to hear you not call him by a nickname, and he could hear the poorly masked sadness in your voice. “You said we were over when we left the island, so we're over. It's done. We're over, I'm over it”

“I wish we weren't,” he almost whispered. You sighed heavily

“Well, this is what you wanted, so you'll just have to get over it,” you slammed the kitchen door shut as you left, fleeing before he could see the tears that had started to spill from your eyes. Heat watched you with concern as you practically sprinted back across the deck, kicking himself that duty was keeping him from going to you. Like Killer had heard his thoughts, he appeared at the bottom of the mast, silently beginning the ascent to the crow's nest. He'd seen Killer go into the galley not long after you had, so he could only assume your haste in leaving had something to do with him. Heat raised a brow at him as he swung his legs over the bannister. His face was unreadable as always, but his slumped posture spoke of a broken man.

“I'll take the rest of the watch,” Killer spoke, sliding down with his back against the mast to sit against it, “Yin could do with a friend right now”

“You're her friend, why didn't you follow her?” Heat queried.

“I'm the last person she needs right now,” Killer sighed.

“Kil, what happened on that island?” Heat asked with concern. Pieces were starting to connect, something was clearly up between the two of you.

“It's not my place to say,” his mask pointed out to sea, avoiding Heat's eyes. It was unlike Killer to not just get to the direct root of a problem.

“Did you hurt her?” Heat didn't know any more about a woman's emotions than anyone else on this ship, but he knew well that you had a dark past, trauma that made you vulnerable. He'd seen how easily Kid had accidentally triggered those feelings, it wouldn't be a stretch to wonder if Killer had accidentally done the same under the stress of being marooned.

“Not physically,” Killer sighed, “but I guess you could say that”

The puzzle was coming together now, clues piling up bit by bit. “Kil..”

“Just leave it, Heat, please,” Killer snapped. Heat didn't feel like poking the tiger today, so he let it be, not that it made him any less concerned for the situation. “Can you just go make sure she's okay? Please?”

“I'm on it,” he gave Killer a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “but you need to figure your shit out man, this isn't healthy. Whatever happened out there, you need to find a way to get past it”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed, pulling his knees up to his chest and focusing on the horizon.

Heat gave him one last concerned look before sighing and climbing down to the deck to follow you.

He could hear you crying before he even opened the door. It wasn't hard to guess this time that it was because of Killer, and he shuffled uncomfortably outside your door, trying to decide if he should even come in. In the end a particularly heavy sob made up his mind for him, and he rushed in without knocking, taking you in his arms and rocking you back and forth.

“Shh, shhh I'm here,” he cooed, “I've got you, you're okay.” He was totally out of his depth here, just doing what felt right, with no idea how to heal your hurting heart. He felt his own tears quietly falling as you sobbed in his arms, making him realise just how important you were to him. He didn't love you in a romantic way, and he knew you didn't feel that way about him either, but he knew now for sure that he loved you the same way he loved Wire and Kid and Killer. He'd die for you, without hesitation, and he wished above all else that there was something, anything he could do to help you right now.

“Yin, what happened on that island?” he really, really didn't want to pry, but he was working on assumptions, he needed to know what you were thinking if he was going to find a way to help you.

“I- he-,” it was hard to form a coherent sentence between sobs.

“Shh, it's okay, take your time baby,” he rocked you gently while you tried your best to get your breathing to settle enough to speak. While earlier you hadn't had the courage to talk to him about Killer, right now it felt like you were drowning in your feelings, and the way Heat held you like a lifelong friend made you feel safe enough to find your voice. Not in the way he expected though. The more you thought about Killer, the more it made you angry.

“Nothing happened,” you suddenly growled, taking him by surprise, “I made a mistake, that's it”

“Yin..” this felt dangerously close to the response he'd gotten from Killer. Two stubborn peas in a pod.

“I just want to forget about it,” you snapped, wiping the last angry tear from your face, “I'm sick of feeling like this feeble, emotional little woman. I'm a stone cold murderer, Heat! I can destroy ships and annihilate armies! I can slay seakings on my own! Why am I crying over a man?!”

“You're allowed to feel sad, Yin,” Heat said pointedly, “all of us cry sometimes, even if we don't admit it”

“Well I'm sick of it,” you threw your hands up in frustration, Heat's hands falling to your waist, “I'm sick of crying and I'm sick of feeling like I have no control. I want to feel good again Heat,” you paused and looked at him with an expression he knew well, a poorly put together plan hatching in your mind as you ran a finger down his front, till your hand brushed over his groin, “will you make me feel good, Heat?”

“I don't think that's a good idea right now,” he tried to move your hand but his body was already responding, far too familiar with your touch. “You're not in a good place right now”

You pushed him onto his back, climbing to straddle him and grinding yourself against his quickly forming erection. “Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can do?” You growled. The way you had suddenly switched to dominating him made his dick twitch underneath you, it was a side of you he hadn't seen since the day you had him go down on you in the inn. He knew it was wrong, he knew you weren't in the right mind, but the way you looked down at him like he was just utter trash was making him question whether you'd just accidentally discovered a new kink in him.

“Just another stupid man,” you ground hard against him, making him groan. It made you smirk, knowing full well that you were going to get your way, “stupid, disgusting man, thinking you know what's best for me. You don't know shit about me” you emphasised each word of the last sentence with another heavy roll of your hips, and you could see him quickly unravelling under you. It made you feel powerful, watching the way his head lolled back every time you degraded him.

“Tell me what you are, Heat,” you bit, wrapping a hand around his neck. You felt adrenaline coursing through you, your anger fueling you. It felt the same as when you killed a man in battle, it felt good, you wanted more of that powerful feeling. Your hand squeezed his neck for a moment, and his hips rolled underneath you in response.

“I'm nothing, I'm pathetic,” he groaned, giving in immediately while his dick strained against his pants.

“That's right,” you whispered against his ear, “you're fucking nothing.” You took the lobe in your teeth and pulled hard, before moving further down to run your tongue over his neck. You bit and sucked at it possessively, before grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you.

“I'm going to take what I want from you, Heat,” you growled, “you're going to give me what I want and if you tell me one more fucking time what is or isn't good for me I will fucking liquefy your organs one by one”

Heat shuddered at the very real threat - well, he knew you'd never actually hurt him, not in ways he didn't want anyway, but he knew that you were fully capable of killing him without breaking a sweat if you wanted. Nobody on this ship was a match for your powers, he wondered if anyone on the planet was a match for you.

You ran your tongue up the side of his face, tasting his hot skin and feeling the scars under your tongue. “Answer me, trash,” you growled, “tell me you'll give me what I want”

He understood now that you were trying to get his consent, wary that you had been treated in a similar manner in the past in a very not consenting manner. He knew it was wrong, he really did, he knew he should stop and force you to talk about your feelings, but at the same time dear god did he want you to use him.

“Yes, fuck,” he grunted, “whatever you want, take whatever you want”

“Mm, so obedient for a piece of trash,” you purred, “you don't deserve me, but I'll make use of your pathetic cock anyway”

You moved quickly now, drunk on power with one thing on your mind. You wanted to forget how Killer had felt inside you, you needed to forget. You needed something else to distract you, to fill the empty space he had left behind, and Heat's willing cock seemed like the perfect thing right now. You wasted no time pulling his pants and underwear down, his hard, eager cock springing free and making you near salivate. You started to climb off the bed to strip your own pants, pausing to take a long lick up the pierced underside, playing with the ball bearings with your tongue.

You climbed back on top of him as soon as your pants were gone, rubbing your slick pussy against his length and lubricating him with it. His fingertips were sinking into your hips, groaning at the first feeling of your bare pussy against his dick, after weeks of not crossing that line. He was entirely consumed by the feeling of your silk on his cock, and he held his breath as you took him in your hand, hovering over him and lining him up before sinking down. You bit your lip and moaned as his dick bullied its way inside your unprepared hole. The stretch was painful but you were overcome by the feeling of power and committed, the pain gradually fading as you adjusted to his girth. He let out the breath as your thighs met his hips, his cock buried in your hot, tight walls for the first time. He had to bite his tongue as he put all his willpower into not immediately cumming.

“Ohhhhh fuck~” you moaned, “Heat~ you feel so fucking good inside me”

Your head was thrown back as you used him for your own pleasure, rolling your hips instinctually since this was your first time properly riding a man. You tilted your pelvis till his heavy length was pressing in all the right places inside you, rutting desperately against him as you chased a quickly building high.

You were so close, so very close, his fingers digging into your hips and guiding your rolls. Your eyes were closed, head thrown back in bliss, when you made a fatal mistake. You opened your eyes, looking at him under you, his eyes closed as he savoured you using him, and you realised with a sharp inhale that he wasn't him. This was wrong, this was so wrong. You thought it would be okay, you'd already fooled around with Heat since getting back, but you knew in your heart that it hadn't felt right then either. The rolling of your hips faltered, and Heat opened his eyes as he felt the change in pace, immediately spotting the tear rolling down your cheek. Your eyes locked, and you felt every ounce of confidence you'd had immediately evaporate.

“Yin..” his voice was thick with concern as he shot up, holding you close. He was careful in rolling you on to your side, pulling out of you and wrapping his arms tight around you. “Shh, shh it's okay, it's okay”

“I'm so sorry,” you sobbed, “I'm so fucking sorry, please don't be angry”

“I'm not angry baby, it's okay,” he soothed, “I could never be angry at you for this, it's okay sweetheart, its okay”

“I- I don't know what happened,” you cried, your tears wetting his chest as you curled in on yourself, “I don't understand what's wrong with me”

“You're not in a good frame of mind right now baby,” he cooed, “I shouldn't have let it go so far. You were just so fucking sexy I couldn't help it. I'm not mad though, okay? Nothing is more important to me right now than making sure you're okay”

“I don't think I am okay,” you admitted, “Heat…”

“I know, baby, I know,” he pushed the stray hair out of your face and stroked your head, “Yin what happened out there? He said he hurt you, what happened?”

“You talked to him?” You asked.

“Only briefly,” he sighed, “he seemed just as lost as you are. I don't have to be a rocket scientist to see something happened between the two of you out there”

“We um..” you took a deep breath while you searched deep for the courage to finally say it, “he.. made love to me”

“Oh,” Heat whispered, collecting his thoughts as the final puzzle piece slipped into place, “I thought it must have been something along those lines. What happened then? You love him, right? And I think it's clear he feels strongly about you, so what went wrong?”

“He said it was only for on the island,” you sniffed, “he said he can't be with me here, on the ship, that he's not good for me. It hurts so much Heat, I thought I'd be okay with it but it hurts so fucking bad”

“I know baby, I know,” he cooed, “I'm so sorry, I wish there was something I could do to ease the pain”

“I don't know what to do,” you sighed, nuzzling into him as much as you physically could. He was like a lifeline right now, the only thing that felt right and normal while your mind was on fire and your heart felt like it was going to give out from too much straining at any moment.

“It'll pass,” he soothed, “love hurts sometimes, it's just how it is, but you'll heal with time. Killer is a complicated man, he has insecurities that only Kid knows the real depth of. But he would never hurt you without reason, if he believes he's not good for you then he must genuinely believe that to be true. I don't know what I can do to help you, or him, but I'm here. The pain will dull with time, I promise”

“Will you stay with me?” You sniffed.

“Of course,” he held you close to his chest and pulled the blankets up over both of you, “I'll stay as long as you need me. I'm right here, Yin. It's going to be okay, I promise”

[NEXT CHAPTER]

[duchess-of-mandalore]

I have read a very unique theories that the actual child of Satine and Obi is Bo-Katan and not Korkie! That is why Obi didn’t know a thing about a “sister” and the fact that Bo is way younger than Satine.

What do you think about it?

Hi, piccola! Thanks for asking! Unfortunately, I fear I will make you regret it because I can offer no encouragement or enjoyment of this theory. In fact, I think it's a load of poodoo.

Ironically, you may have originally heard of the theory from me. I made a post that did some good numbers on Twitter and tumblr, but it was meant sarcastically, and I'll explain why.

The only reason it exists is that Jon Favreau decided The Mandalorian would be set all the way in 9/10 ABY. Season 1 premiered and then Katee Sackhoff gave Dave Filoni the idea to include her as live-action Bo-Katan in Season 2. Katee (starting in her early 30s) voiced Bo-Katan in TCW. When she first appeared, the story was in the year 20 BBY. That means there are 30 years in between her first appearance in The Clone Wars and her first appearance in The Mandalorian.

I understand why you said, "Bo is way younger than Satine." Katee actually said the same thing. She's the one who estimated that Bo is about "47 to 51" (like I wrote in that Twitter post). But that's not how Bo-Katan was designed. Dave Filoni designed Bo and Satine to be twins or very close to twins. In 2013, Filoni made several comments about how in his mind, something formative happened in Bo and Satine's backstories when they were both six years old.

So if they're twins, how old are the Kryze sisters?

Obi-Wan Kenobi is 38 years old at the end of The Clone Wars. Satine is close to his age because we know that they fell in love while they were on the run for a year. Thus Bo must also be in her mid-late 30s in TCW. And that's how it was *always* presented ... until The Mandalorian (In Rebels they added prominent forehead wrinkles to her design in the assumption that she was in her 50s, and that's only set in 1 BBY).

Plus, it also makes zero sense because if Satine is in her late 30s and Bo-Katan is 20 years younger (to make the Bo-Katan Kenobi theory possible), then this line is pretty dumb.

"There was a time when we weren't enemies. Remember when I was 30 and you were 10?"

Silly.

There are other reasons why the Young Bo theory falls apart, like the fact that Satine's father is killed before she meets Obi-Wan, but in The Mandalorian, Bo-Katan recalls that her father was with her when she swore the Creed. So she can't actually be that much younger than Satine. There is simply no way that she is not at least 60 years old in The Mandalorian, and given that I subscribe to the Kryze Twins assumption, I lean more toward her being about 68 or so.

All that is to say that I definitely don't subscribe to either the Young Bo theory or the Bo-Katan Kenobi theory and truly wish that there were no basis for either one, even if that means wishing Katee (who's awesome) never showed up as Bo (who's awesome) in The Mandalorian.

And it really makes me sad that in the name of justifying having Katee play her character 30 years into the future (and erasing all mention of Satine), they have now implicitly deprived Satine of having her sister in her life in all her years growing up. Satine is a character who already has so few canon relationships, and they removed her only living family member from her generation. It just makes me sad on Satine's behalf and Bo-Katan's behalf as well.

[admirationandromantics]

Here we go again!

Part 4 of my Here we go again-series. This is a little shorter than planned because I've been working on another big thing. Hope everything is going well so far, enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

It didn't take long for Abby to get in touch with me, and it resulted in not one, but two dates. One traditional coffee-date, and one at the arcade. Both in one week. I was starting to feel the appeal of being given affection, compliment and sweet whispers. Encouragement and pleasantries overflood day after day. I felt special, and I loved it. I hadn't quite developed the “sexual” attraction yet though. Actually, it was the only thing that didn't feel right. Sure, Abby was strong, kind and very sexy, but I couldn't imagine going further than kissing. 

I was finished with the english lesson, walking out of the classroom when it happened. I tripped, not by myself, but by someone. Ellie. Before I had the chance to react I fell forward. My books took most of the fall, but at the same time knocked my breath away. Ellie snickered, but low enough for only me to hear. Fucking c*nt. My blood boiled, as it usually did in her presence. Anger raged through me. She leaned down, offering her hand. Still. Laughing. Looking down at me, as if I was an entertaining circus animal. My books were luckily still together. Even though my hands were red and throbbing, I pushed myself off the floor and stood. I started walking. First rule of bullying; don't give a reaction. They get stimulated by how angry, sad or frustrated they make you. I would not give her that satisfaction. She quickly stood up, following me. Most people were used to it by now, probably thinking it was an inside joke because of our common friends. 

“Where do you think you're going?” she asks. I am almost at the exit when I stop and turn.

“If you don't mind, I have to go home and get ready”. 

“For what? Me?” she smirks. 

“No, for someone else”

“I saw you with Abby today”

“I know”

“What did you talk about”

“She asked me out” Immediately her smirk falls into a gape. Satisfied, I turn my back against her before hearing her voice again. 

“Actually, I do mind that quite a bit”. 

“Well, it's not like you could do anything about it”. She walks over as she whispers over my shoulder. 

“Really, I think I could do a lot. I've made noises come out of you. Sounds which only I've heard. Tell me, will you ever have sx-life more passionate than the one you have with me?”.

I shudder, my body suddenly hot, cheeks most likely apple red. 

“You think too highly of yourself” I state, before hurrying out the main door. I can feel her gaze following me until I turn the corner. Squeezing my books against my chest and breathing heavily. I have to think about Abby. I need to get home and get ready. The whole way home, I'm forcing away images of me and Ellie in bathrooms, bedrooms, hotels and even at the university. 

After a long, cold shower I spend too much time laying out my clothes. I’ve got nothing to wear. Imagine if Ellie came into my room at this moment. The things she’d do to me. Good lord, I need some air. Stop having random thoughts, especially about her. I can hear a knock at my door, and start to slightly panic as I am only wearing underwear. It could be Dina who forgot her keys, or maybe Abby came early. No. She’s always on time (at least on the two last dates we had). I grab my satin robe, covering myself before walking to the hallway. It knocks again right before I yell at the door. 

“Yeah hi, who’s out there?”

“Let me in!”

Ellie fucking Williams. In contrast to my disappointment, my heart starts beating and my face feels warm. Against my better judgement, I open the door.

[guppybibi]

Tendo Satori x gn!reader •°.࿐

word count: 424 !!

The bells chime as you enter the local patisserie Tendo works at, greeted by the workers while you search for a certain redhead..It was pretty easy to get lost in the delectable aroma of chocolate which attracted customers here and there.

“Oh my! A wild Y/N has appeared!” A voice calls out from the kitchen, just from that alone you knew who it was. “Tendo!” You shout back, approaching him as you both do a silly handshake you guys made up. “Are you sure we can't just greet each other with a kiss? As much as I love our handshakes, I think it'll be easier!” He suggests, giving your hand a playful smooch while you pout. “I think the handshake is still better..” You answer, chuckling as you look up at him with your hands on your hips.

“Now, what are the specials on the menu today?” You ask, lifting your head up to read the menu for today. Then you hear Tendo chuckle, his sleepy expression contradicting his rather energetic and cheerful self. Her attention diverts to the silly smile he was making, raising a brow in curiosity, you ask. “Hmm? What's with the silly face?” “Nothing! Can't I carry my silliness around like a medal or sash?” He answers, grinning like an idiot. He signals you to stay put as if he was talking to some kind of trained puppy and heads to the kitchen, fortunately he doesn't take long. Coming out of the kitchen, he held a box wrapped with a pink satin ribbon.

“For youuu, my sweet!” He spoke, a cheeky grin forming on his lips. “Woah! Thank you Tori, it really looks like you outdid yourself this time!” You praise, opening the box and letting yourself breathe in the scent of the bonbons. You take a piece and stuff it in your mouth, mumbling incoherently as you chew on the confectionery. “Hmm..were you sad this morning Tori?” You ask, swallowing and cleaning your lips of any excess chocolate. Though his face still had a slight smirk you could sense that you were in fact right.

It was an odd trait of yours actually, you've had it ever since you were a child. However it was particularly strong when you met and tasted Satori’s desserts, you could tell how he was feeling when he made the chocolates. “A little, it rained unexpectedly so it ruined my mood. But that doesn't matter right now! As long as I’m with you my life is even sweeter!”

Oh how cheesy could he be..

[meiyudo]

Enigma// ch 24 pt 2

anakin x reader

A/N: HELLO MY LOVES!! i am so so sooo sorry for my long ass break- school has been insane; im taking 19 credit hours and have three labs on dif days 😭/ last week my grandpa died and then my car broke down… so it’s been a time. anyways!! im back now for the time being!! i hope you all have been doing well and are excited for the stories to progress!! thank you all for the support and for being so patient w me :)) i love u all

Unexpected guests, a tedious day… how will anakin react?

warnings: cursing, ani is a disabled veteran, ptsd

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There was a knock on the door and Anakin begrudgingly hoisted himself up to go see who it was. 

He opened the door and was met with Ben, Satine, Ash, and their other friend Rex. 

“Surprise!” they said in unison.

You felt a wave of anxiety- you knew Anakin wasn’t fond of surprises (look how he reacted to your pregnancy!) But you also understood the gesture everyone wanted to make. 

“Happy Birthday Skyguy!” Ahsoka exclaimed once Anakin stepped aside to allow them inside. 

“It was Ahsoka’s idea by the way” Ben said to Anakin as he patted him on the shoulder.

“Look, you wouldn’t have let us celebrate if we asked- and if we planned something you wouldn’t come. So this was the only choice!” Ahsoka defended in a mock-sad voice. 

Anakin seemed perplexed- almost frustrated, so you were ready to be on damage control once he finally responded. 

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it”

Huh?

“Not what I was expecting, but I'll take it!” Ash exclaimed. 

“Wow Anakin, that's some real character development” Rex joked as he placed the chocolate cake on the counter. 

“Yea” Anakin blushed. 

“y/n” Ben greeted, “how are you doing my dear? Is the baby doing well?”.

“Hey Ben! We’re both doing just fine, except that this little one has decided that around midnight is the best time to start kicking” you joked (it really was a pain though; you weren’t getting good sleep at all). 

“And is Skyguy tending to your needs kindly?” Ahsoka added with an arched brow. 

“Yes, Ani has been so sweet; making me weird combinations to satisfy my cravings” you laughed, rubbing his back. 

“Of course,” he said back, eyes full of sincerity. 

“Damn, y/n. He must really like you because he hates cooking. When we bunked together, I had to bribe him to make me a PB & J” Rex added with a boisterous laugh. 

“I never said I didn’t like to cook, maybe I just didn’t like to cook when it was for you” Anakin quipped back. 

“Look at you Sky guy! Being a good boyfriend and all '' Ahsoka joked. 

You and Anakin hadn’t really talked about what the relationship officially was since the fight; it just never really came up. But hearing him being referred to as your boyfriend again made your heart skip a beat. 

“Is this everyone?” you asked Ben as Ahsoka and Rex continued joking with anakin.

“Yes, we didn’t want to overwhelm him, plus the last time we did a surprise thing with a bunch of our friends, he wasn’t thrilled” Ben chuckled. 

You, Ben, and Satine stayed on the side line and observed the other’s banter. You couldn’t help the soft smile that found its way onto your face as you watched his eyes crinkled when he laughed. 

Satine noticed your adoring gaze and nudged Ben’s shoulder; she nodded her head towards you and the pair smiled. 

Ben gave his Fiance a look and she nodded. 

“You really do care for him, don't you?” 

Ben’s voice grabbed your attention from Anakin.

Of course you did, but you didn't want to sound childish and too forgiving to Satine and Ben. 

“Yea” you tilted your head to the side and sighed, “I do. I know he has his flaws but so do I”.

The pair listened intently, “I know some may see me as too forgiving, but I believe Anakin is a good man. A man deserving of love; love that I want to give him.”

“Maybe some of my optimism is the baby, but I wholeheartedly believe that we would still be as happy as how we were before, if I never got pregnant”. You explained, placing a gentle hand over your stomach. 

“Do you think that’s naive of me?” you asked worriedly.

Ben scratched his beard in contemplation and Satine shook her head. 

“I do not think you are naive for having hope in the person you love.” her smooth voice assured you. 

“I have known Anakin for many years and rarely have I witnessed him care for another as he does for you.” Ben added.

“Of course, he loved Padme at a time, but even when they were in the prime of their relationship, he never really actively bettered himself. They would get into little spats over repetitive things that Anakin promised he would fix, but his resolutions never really stuck.”

“Though…” Satine interjected, “I do see a change in his nature since you’ve been with him”. 

In that moment you locked eyes with Anakin across the room and he winked at you; no matter how long you’d been together, he never failed to make you blush. 

You turned back around and smiled to the couple, “Thank you, that really means the world”. 

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“Alright, everyone! We’re gonna light the candles!” Ahsoka shouted with a jovial tone. 

Everyone headed towards the kitchen and gathered around the counter; Anakin was already standing by the cake (which looked quite scrumptious), so you walked up beside him and gave him a small side hug. 

“Hey princess” he smiled as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Everyone was still chatting amongst themselves and Ahsoka was looking for the lighter she unfortunately misplaced, so no one noticed Anakin wrap around a gloved hand to lightly squeeze your ass. Your eyes widened and you pinched his side lightly, making him let out a small laugh. 

“Found it!” Ahsoka exclaimed, excitedly holding her beat up lighter. 

“You coulda, just asked me for mine, y’know?” Rex offered.

“Why didn’t you offer it when I was ripping my bag apart?” Ahsoka sighed, fakely annoyed.

Everyone laughed before Ahsoka opened the cake box and lit the lighter. 

“Alright, Skyguy! This is your moment, better wish for something good“.

“Don’t worry Snipps, I’ve got it ready” he joked, pointing to his head. 

“Alrighty” she said with a sing-songy voice before lighting the candles.

Rex started the “happy birthday” song and everyone joined in to celebrate the man in the middle. 

Anakin blushed ever so slightly before giving his cunning smirk and gently blowing out the candles in single blow. 

Everyone cheered and Ben handed him a knife to make the first slice. Anakin’s hand slowly gripped around the hilt of the knife before he brought it down into the soft top layer of icing. After the pieces were distributed, everyone found somewhere to sit and began conversing with whoever was close by.

Anakin sat in his normal spot on his sofa and you invited yourself to the seat beside him after he nodded you over. 

You sighed as you sat on the plush couch; the weight of the baby was really getting to you so it felt nice to be off of your feet for a moment. Anakin set his plate down onto the end table to his left, then promptly draped his stiff arm over your shoulders to draw you closer. 

“Hi” you smiled, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Hi” he smiled back, leaning in to gently kiss you. 

The two of you sat quietly for a moment just observing the others.

“What did you wish for?” you eventually said.

Anakin sighed and began to speak, “Well, I-”

You gently (but quickly) placed your hand over his mouth, making him confused.

“wha-?”

“Shh, shh It was a test!” you giggled. “Don’t ya know that if you tell your wishes, they won’t come true” you smiled.

He rolled his blue eyes with a smile and playfully obliged, “alright, if you say so. But it better come true, now that you said that” he winked.

“I’m sure it will, the birthday wish is a sacred tradition” you joked as you batted your lashes at him. 

“Of course it is,” he playfully responded. 

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The party continued until Rex realized he had to be at work in 5 hours; Anakin thanked everyone and they all left with wide smiles. THankfully there wasn’t much of a mess, so all you had to do was put the leftover cake in the fridge. 

Once everything was taken care of, you took a seat on the couch next to Anakin once again. You leaned into his chest and ran your fingers through his sandy locks. 

“I didn’t think you would be this thrilled by a surprise” you said after a few moments of silence.. 

He grabbed his soda and drank some before speaking, “Well with all that’s going on- who’s to say I’ll get another one of these?”.

His grim reminder made your stomach drop. The macabre threat of Anakin’s eventual death always hung over your head, but the joyous events and lifted spirits of the evening must have kicked it to the back burner for a moment. 

You bit your lip and leaned over to embrace him. 

The two of you sat there for a while until you felt droplets landing on your shoulder. You pulled away to see Anakin’s blue eyes filled with a sea of sorrow. 

“Oh, Ani…” you sighed, pulling him into your chest.

“I’m scared, y/n”.

You had nothing to say because you were just as scared; so instead you held him as tightly as you could. 

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a/n: RAHH sorry again for being gone for so long 😭😭 but i hope this chapter still is as enticing as the others!!

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[pedrisbanana]

Hey could you do Pedri smut where he gets jealous at a football award show when different footballers flirt with so he takes you back home and shows you who you belong to😜

This sucks (like Joao Felix gf did 3 friends... excuse my Joao bashing😝)

Enjoy 🍌

Mi Amor

Pedri kissed your cheek, before leaving you to yourself at the red carpet. He needed to give a few interviews, but promised to be back in no time. 

You looked around to see if you could spot anyone you knew, like Gavi or Ferran, but none of them seemed to be near.  Suddenly you felt a hand on the small of your back. Your pearly white satin gown had a low cut back, leaving your skin exposed.

"Hey, you're Y/N right ?" 

You looked up to see Alejandro Garnacho flash you a smile. 

"Yes." You hope he'd notice the confusion in your voice on why he should know you.

"Well I have to say you look very beautiful..." He said, winking flirty. 

You looked down to your hands clutching the small glittery bag you picked for tonight. Taking compliments was never your best asset. Garnacho dropped his hand. 

"I saw you at the match last Sunday. Sadly you weren't cheering for United. I'm Alejandro." he laughed and you tuned in. "I know, I saw you on the pitch, but as long as Pedri won't play for ManU, you won't see me cheering for them"

"I would want to see you cheer for me" Garnacho teased.

"Well I guess you'd have to join Barcelona then" 

"Barcelona doesn't hire second hand talents from the Prem" Pedri appeared next to the Man United player. He looked at you. "We need to get inside" 

"Pedri." You shot him a glare for his rude comment, but took the arm he offered you. "It was nice talking to you Alejandro"

When Garnacho was out of earshot, Pedri said: "I don't like him."

"Why? I thought he was nice. You were the one acting rude" You replied annoyed.

"Yeah because he looked at you like he wanted to rip your dress off" Your boyfriend instinctively pulled you closer. 

You smirked. "Do you want to rip my dress off too? Or is your ridiculous jealousy getting to your head"

"Don't test me, princesa or I might do it here" He growled in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You had to admit, seeing Pedri get jealous and horny was a thing you didn't want to miss out on. When reaching your seats in the ballroom, you smiled to see Vinicius being seated next to you. You knew him from the Real Madrid youth camp you were working at last summer. Pedri's already fed up mood didn't really improve when seeing how the Real left wing admired your outfit. Lucky for him the award show was already over, even tho you'd love to see an annoyed Pedri hold a laudation. 

You and Vinicius laughed about some memories from the camp, when you felt Pedri's hand squeezing your thigh. Taking his hand you smiled at him, but Pedri kept his annoyed frown. You gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"So I heard you were close to joining Madrid once, Pedri." Vinicius teased your boyfriend, knowing it was a sensitive Topic for him. 

"Yeah, luckily they made me see the better option I had" Pedri took a sip of his drink, intertwining your hands.

"That's sad, white suits Y/N so much better than blue and red, it really brings out her eyes and makes her skin glow" Vinicius said looking at you. 

You decided to push Pedri's buttons by running your hands down your chest, over the white fabric, leading both your boyfriends' and Vinicius gaze to your cleavage. 

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Pedri's knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel tightly. He was pushing the speed limit, even crossing red lights. Usually you felt save around him, but now he scared you a little bit. Maybe teasing him tonight wasn't the best idea, especially with Vinicius talking about your shared time. 

You let out a breath when Pedri finally parked the green Mini in the driveway. He held the car door open for you and helped you get out. Leading you inside with his warm hand on your exposed back, you tried to steady your heartbeat. Why was the air so thick all of a sudden ? 

Once you reached the bedroom, Pedri had you pinned against the door. His lips were leaving open mouthed kisses and little bites on your neck. He pushed your head back by pulling on your hair. 

When his mouth reached your ear, his words were harsh and direct. 

"You belong to me, mi hermosa" 

You sighed. "I know-"

His hand moved from your hair to your neck, fingers pressing down on your pulse point. Your breaths became short and quick. Pedri's chocolate eyes, darkened with lust, focused yours.

"No, mi amor, I don't think you know." his other hand pulled down the straps of your gown, letting it pool to the floor. "But don't worry I will remind you"

You arched into him, trying to kiss him, but he turned his face, making your lips connect with his cheek instead. Pedri let go of you to unbutton his dress shirt, the garment joining your dress on the bedroom floor.  Then he unbuttoned his pants and kneeled in front of you. 

His hands embraced the soft skin of your thighs up to your hips, fingers playing with the straps of your panties. The soft scratch of Pedri's stubble created goosebumps on your skin as he kissed up your skin to your most sensitive spot. You moaned his name, fingers pulling on his dark hair.

"Pedri ... mmhm.. please"

You felt his nose pressing against the dampened lace of your panties. Your fingers tugged on his hair, trying to get him to stop teasing you. Pedri smirked and his hands wandered to your backside, digging into the flesh of your cheeks. 

"Mi Amor-" he sighed. His voice felt like music in your ears, vibrating against your fabric covered clit. 

He stood up, leaving you breathlessly leaning against the wall of your bedroom. You could see his prominent bulge pressing against the cotton of his briefs, straining the opened fly of his dress  pants. Pedri adjusted himself, hand cupping the fullness of his balls inside his briefs. 

The sight made your lips part. Your boyfriend saw, motioning for you to come to the bed. 

"Pfff.." The midfielder shook his head. "First you embarrass me at the party by letting all these guys flirt with you in front of me and now you can't keep your drool in when seeing my cock, huh ? Pathetic" 

You didn't answer, redness spreading on your face. His degrading tone making wetness pool between your legs as you sat on the bed. 

Pedri laughed to himself. "I didn't know my girlfriend was a pathetic little slut" He cupped your face with his hand. You didn't expect the light slap he gave you. 

"Face to the pillow. You don't get to look at me when I put my cock inside you" Your boyfriend pointed to the headboard. "And close that mouth before I stuff it with your panties" 

"Pedri" you sighed. Testing his jealousy was definitely paying out. 

"After tonight Pedri will be the only word that you'll think of ever again. I will be the only one you'll ever think of. " His voice. If he kept talking like that you might come from only him talking.

You positioned yourself on all fours, leaning on your elbows, but Pedri made quick process by pushing your head down into the duvet. The rough pads of his fingers left your skin burning. He pulled your panties down to your knees, spreading them apart. 

You closed your eyes, imagining the way his toned arms flexed while putting you into the positioned he preferred. Pedri thrusted into you fast, without warning and you squirmed, trying to keep your hips up. 

His pace was quick, hands on your hips leading your movement. Pedri was using you for his pleasure and you knew that this was more than just sex. 

He was making clear that you were his. His girlfriend. His to love. His to talk to.

His to fuck. 

Your moans became more frantic, his name on your lips a plea. Pedri slipped out of you to rub the tip of his dick through your folds, teasing your clit over and over again. Clenching around nothing, the knot in your stomach tightened. It became almost unbearable. 

When he slipped inside you again, Pedri gave a few sloppy thrusts and came with your name on his lips. 

This was unusual, Pedri always made sure you reached your peak before him. He turned you on your back. You looked at him, as he discarded his pants and underwear, laying down next to you. 

Your clit still pulsed and the feeling of his cum dripping out of you made it worse. You were so turned on, but he was just looking at you smiling. 

"You're so pretty. Vinicius was right about you and the color white. The white of my cum-" Pedri leaned close and pushed his semen back into you with two fingers. "- really makes your skin glow" 

You moaned loudly. Your boyfriend kept fucking you with his fingers, adding a third one. Your back arched, as his thumbed grazed your sensitive clit. 

"I'm sorry" you groaned, hoping he'd finally let you reach your climax. Pedri's lips touched yours, but he didn't kiss you. 

"An apology won't get you an orgasm, bonita, but the way you clench around my fingers shows me how desperate you are to come" His thumb stopped, fingers still pumping in and out of you.

His lips moved against yours ever so slightly, finally giving you the kiss you were leaning in for. The pressure became more and more. The fingers working you too well and you knew you couldn't hold back anymore.

Pedri must've felt it too cause he picked up the pace on your clit again, granting you the release you needed so badly. His name coming from you like a chant, he fucked you through your orgasm. 

When you came down from your high, Pedri already wrapped his hand around your throat, adding slight pressure. 

"Open up, hermosa" 

He pushed all three fingers between your lips, coated in his cum. Keeping eye contact you sucked him clean. Pedri groaned at the sight. 

"Mi amor..."

Oh yes, you really were his love.

A/N: I started writing this before Garnacho mocked Pedri ... what a coincidence. As usual pls leave me some feedback babes <3

@venus5starlite thank you for your fun request (don't worry my parents took my phone away so many times at night, I feel you )🥰

[anotterthatlovestoys]

i dont usually look at ebay but what the heck

ebay lot of ponies with... Birthday Pony! As in, ten years of MLP birthday pony although there is also a "Birth Flower" pony. Although the Birthflower ponies aren't expensive, they are marginally more uncommon due to being mail order. Birthday pony doesn't show up that often. I really like Birthday pony despite her being in Gingerbread pose, one of my least favorite poses.

i always feel so sad when i see the pretty pals missing their pony friends. but also why is leafy on his own so expensive on ebay.

This is one of the cheapest Ringlets I've ever seen. Her hair is very frizzy but I'm willing to bet some TLC could make it very nice, and she only looks a little played with. I usually see Ringlet being listed for like $40+ because people love her. although i suppose those listings are just the ones that don't sell.

Sweetie Pups! I have no idea why this lot is selling high- I didn't think the Sweetie Pups are generally considered pricey, and none of the ponies look very rare. it is cool to see a baby + parent sweetie pup.

Here's another listing with them:

moondreamers lion spotted! also hi satin n lace, don't see her around often! Oh- and thats one of the Sweet Kissers ponies, Ruby Lips. Also dont see those around often.

me, looking at this: oh a nice custom blossom- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT

the listing does not clarify what this... creature is?

For the record, the creator is a user called SweetponySky Studios who makes a lot of very sweet customs:

Their main thing seems to be making pearlized versions of various ponies

I've seen this pair before and I think they're very cute. The ponies they pearlize seem to be largely the earliest ponies (Sprinkles and Duck Soup are Year 2, so very early MLPs) which are much more common and they also add charms and ribbons. if you didnt know, Hasbro made a couple series of ponies with a pearlized sheen on their bodies, but only the baby ponies and some of the baby seaponies

it looks from sweetponyskys instagram that they also just clean and add decorations to the pricier ponies:

custom pony makers are so fun, its sweet to see them out in the wild.

[barnesdeservesbetter]

On New Year’s Eve last year I was watching The Mandalorian for the first time. At the very midnight, Luke came to rescue and I looooost my shit, my god.I was so overwhelmed because I didn’t expect that at all. Since that, I’ve watched the Clone wars, the Rebels, the Bad batch and i just fell in love with this and universe once again.

What made my heart ache:

Ahsoka( ANAKIN HAD A PADAWAN, kriffin hell and how awesome she is)

Satine( this woman💔) , and her and Obi-Wan “Attachment is forbidden”Kenobi

The clones!!! When I started to watch the Clone wars,I just didn’t know about the inhibitors and couldn’t understand what made those men betray the Jedi ( before finding out this heartbreaking truth, I had considered it as betrayal 🫤)the clones arch still makes me furious and sad at the same time, honestly. Fuck palpatine

And being really sensitive to stories like these, I basically cried for the first 6 months of 2024🫠I still haven’t watched Ahsoka and Kenobi show, and it’s all just because I am mentally not ready for this( but who cares, I’ll watch them anyway) .

So, now it’s New Year’s Eve once again, I am reading an Obikin 🌚fan fiction and ready to spend another year with the characters I love so much