#it’s always boba thirsting hours here

[acatalystrising]

You ALL know who I immediately thought of…

Those. Big. Hands. 🙃🫠👀

@daimyosprincess petition to have professor!Boba in or around water at some point in the future for no reason whatsoever…

men have those slutty veins in their hands and expect you not to lose a lil focus

[maybege]

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Summary: Friday is Paz’s favourite day of the week just because he can see you. Now he only needs to talk to you.

Pairing: alpha!Paz Vizsla x fem!omega!Reader

Wordcount: 5.5k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, size kink, cream pie, alcohol consumption (no one is drunk though), slight consensual degradation (Reader is called a toy), fluff and pining

Whoop whoop! Happy Friday to you all and happy birthday to me! This was the winner of the last milestone celebration and a perfect fit for the birthday bash/AU Week – the Toy Comment OS. I hope you will enjoy it and, as always, let me know what you think!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Fridays were his favourite day of the week.

Not only because it was the last day he needed to work before he got to enjoy the weekend or because he always got work off early that day before meeting with his friends for a drink at the local pub.

No, Fridays were Paz Vizsla’s favourite day of the week because he got to see you.

Because while he was happy to spend the evening with Boba and Din, he was even happier when they got the table right by the bar. The one with the best view of where you would be sitting just an hour later.

“Someone is thinking of a certain omega again, I see,” Boba mused and Paz sat up, pretending like he had not just stared wistfully at your still empty table like a lost puppy.

“I’m not,” he protested quietly. Din raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed as he nursed his beer.

He deflated, “Normally they are here earlier,” he admitted with a look to the clock on the wall, “Just – just wanted to see her.”

The Armourer came by, dropping a new round of drinks while mustering him up and down. “Still sulking after his omega?” she asked Boba who just nodded, “Stars, Vizsla, half the town is thirsting after your alpha ass and you still haven’t managed to ask her out?”

“It’s not that simple!” he tried to justify, but he doubted they would understand what he meant. After all, he had no words to describe the feeling in his chest when he saw you.

You were lovely, so lovely, and had the kind of smile that brightened up an entire room. Wherever you went people were happy and you were always ready to help anyone that need it. How could he ever be good enough for you?

He opened his mouth again, wanting to say how he would build up the courage to ask you out sooner or later when the door to the pub swung open, the little bell clirring as a group of people came in, bringing the cool fall air with them. Your scent washed over him, sweet and flowery, and his mouth snapped shut, his jaw tensing as he tried to ignore the painful pull in his chest that wanted to guide him to you.

“Ah, there she is,” Din smirked, elbowing him not so gently, “Don’t you want to talk to your sweet omega?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled. Still, his eyes were glued to your form. You were surrounded by your friends, he recognized the local doctor Kaida and your colleague Chants, and made your way to your usual table. Din and Boba lifted their glasses in greeting, getting a few nods back but Paz could only look at you.

You looked a little flushed from the cold weather, pulling your scarf closer around your shoulders. The dress you wore was dark green, like the ever-green forest just outside and stars, you looked so pretty, he just wanted to kiss you and make you laugh and hold your hand and see you smile and –

“Hi Paz,” you stood in front of him, suddenly, all smiley and lovely and warm, “Did you have a nice day?”

Stars, you looked almost lost in front of him, your friends having continued on without you and Din and Boba pretending like they were deep in a conversation. He wanted to wrap his arms around you, wanted to ask you about your day, tell you about his and hear you laugh when he tried to retell that joke Boba had told him this morning.

It occurred to him that you were still standing in front of him, looking more and more nervous as time passed, and he had not answered you.

“Uh, yes,” he sputtered, his ability to speak suddenly lost somewhere in the back of his mind, “Yes, I did, omega – I mean not omega! Just like, uh, because you’re – and I am – and …” he floundered, his shoulders falling, “I had a nice day.”

You looked at him, your smile falling and when you quickly looked back to your friends. “That’s great,” you murmured, gifting him a little smile, “I, uh, I’ll see you around then, Paz.”

“Yeah,” he said, watching as you walked away from him, the hem of your dress swinging around your legs, “See you.”

“Idiot,” Boba cursed at him once you were out of earshot, “Did you not think it might be a good idea to ask her how her day was, huh? Are you that lovesick you lost your ability to think straight, Vizsla?”

Paz groaned, letting his head fall to the table. What the hell was wrong with him?

*

Only after another round of beers did he feel brave enough to look up from his table again. Some time had passed and with it, more people had come, the pub now as full as it could get on a Friday evening. The tables were all occupied and what little free space there had been left at the bar was constantly replaced by people getting something new to drink.

Over the roar of the jukebox and the cheering of the sports game, Paz could hardly take his eyes off you. No matter how much Din and Boba tried to infuriate him with their sly comments, his evening could not be any bad if he got to see you.

You laughed at something funny your friend must have said and the way you threw your head back sent a wave of your scent over to him. He stiffened in his pants, shifting in his seat to try and cover up just how much you affected him.

Stars, he was done for.

“Paz,” Boba’s hand landed on his shoulder, “Don’t take it personally but … you stink.”

He scoffed, “Thanks.”

You turned your head, meeting his gaze and he swallowed harshly, feeling how his heart sped up in his chest. It was like the world stood still around him, like the sound was fading in his ears and the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat.

The corners of your lips quirked up and he felt his mouth do the same, slightly smiling at you.

“At least she smells just as much,” Din commented, throwing back the last of his beer, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Dreks over there goes to shoot his shot.”

Chants was talking to you and he saw you mouth something back without losing his eye contact. You smiled a little bigger than, sending him a shy wave. He raised his hand, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he slowly waved back, only half registering Din’s words about Dreks shooting his –

Wait what?

He whipped around to find an amused Din staring at him over the lip of his glass, “What do you mean Dreks might shoot his shot?”

Din threw him a cocky grin, clearly happy to have gotten a rise out of him. “Look for yourself,” he motioned towards the other end of the bar where Dreks was staring not-so-subtly at you, “I think he might be the only alpha stupid enough to challenge you and he is clearly interested in her. I don’t think he will wait too long before asking her out.”

Paz was happy and often prided himself in the knowledge that, despite being an alpha – and a rather big one at that – most people perceived him to be non-threatening and calm. Well-balanced, one might say.

But at that moment, he was ready to knock Drek’s teeth out if need be. Yes, you were unclaimed and yes, in the past he had been too shy to ask you out but Dreks – Dreks – was unworthy of you. Unworthy of anyone, truth be told, and the thought of the slimy alpha trying to make a move on you let his hairs stand on end.

No way would he let Dreks lay a finger on you.

“Don’t be all grumpy,” Boba tried to cheer him up, “It’s not like she already agreed to go out with him. In fact, look who is heading for our table right now!”

In his haste to sit upright and look normal, Paz almost fell down the bar stool. Something you did not seem to notice because you still seemed to be very much walking towards him and there was a swing to your hips and your dress was a little more unbuttoned and stars had you always smelled this intoxicating?

“Hi,” you giggled, “It’s, um, my friends sent me over for a dare, is that okay?”

He nodded dumbly, still trying to process if this was real.

“Okay so,” you bit your lip, another grin threatening to break through, “What is the best toy for masturbation?”

Stars he had not expected that.

“What’s the best toy for masturbation?” he repeated slowly, trying to ignore how his brain came with all kinds of images. All of them containing you. But you were still standing in front of him and surely were not here for him to confess all the dirty and not so dirty dreams he had had about you.

So, he tried to think.

“Uh, maybe a –“

“Wrong!” you interrupted him before he got any further, another grin escaping you, “It’s me!”, and with that, you skipped away back to your friends and leaving him to stare after you with a gaping mouth and more filthy images in his head.

“Kriffin’ hell,” Boba laughed, his hand on his chest, “Do you not see it now?”

“See what?”

“She chose her alpha and now she’s teasing him,” his friend brought out between bouts of laughter, “Man, if you still don’t think she is interested in you then nothing can help you anymore.”

*

“I can’t believe I did that,” you gasped out, settling yourself back on the barstool that you had left just moments earlier, “Remind me to never do something so embarrassing again.”

Your friends had received you with cheers and lots of laughter, Chants pulling you in for a hug before announcing “You reek of alpha, honey,” and handing you a drink.

“What about that was embarrassing?” Kaida asked you, mirth in her eyes, “All I could see – and smell, for that matter – was the pure sexual tension between you two. Stars, you should have seen the way he looked at you when you came back.”

“How – how did he look at me?”

“Like he wanted you all to himself,” Chants winked, wriggling his eyebrows and you felt heat rise into your cheeks. Stars, that was all you wanted too. You just wanted Paz.

“He still looks like that,” Kaida commented, slurping on her cocktail and you could not help yourself, your eyes flitted over to where Paz was sitting. There was something to be said about how even sitting in a cramped bar, Paz Vizsla was an absolute giant. His legs were spread and he was wearing this red flannel you loved on him so much. And he was looking straight at you.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swallowed. His eyes were dark and he looked – he looked like he was ready to devour you in the best way. You squirmed on your chair, feeling the hem of your dress ride up on your thighs. Paz’s eyes clearly went to the patch of free skin and in a wave of courage, your hand went to your neckline, subtly shifting it to the side until you knew the black lace of your bra was peeking out.

Paz jumped up from his seat.

Biting your lip, you stood up as well, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to act as self-assured as possible. This was your chance.

You met his eyes, doing your best to smile coyly as you wandered to the jukebox. The image of his heaving chest, his clenched fists and the ticking in his jaw had burned itself into your mind and as you stood in front of the song selection you made it a point to cock your hip, knowing that it would just be a matter of time until your alpha would join you. You hoped.

But the alpha scent that appeared behind you was not the one you had hoped for. Quite the contrary.

“How many times do I need to tell you?” you said without turning around, “I am not interested, Dreks.”

You read over the offered music selection. What did you want to waste your dollar on? Queen? Maybe ABBA? You could never go wrong with ABBA.

“C’mon, ‘mega,” the man behind you slurred, probably thinking he sounded enticing when all you felt were cold shudders running down your back at anyone but Paz calling you by your presentation, “I could show you a good time. You deserve a good time. Besides,” he said in a conspirational tone, “I don’t see any other alpha trying to get your attention.”

There was a sting in your heart that made you almost flinch. But it was closely followed by anger as you wanted to shout at him So what? Just because there was no one did not mean you would have to settle on him.

“Did you not hear her?”

You closed your eyes and smiled.

Paz.

“I was just –“ Dreks murmured, sounding intimidated and how could he not? Paz smelled angry and threatening but there was a softness around the edges that you knew was for you. “You know I was just –“

“We all know what you were doing, Dreks,” you chimed in, “I think you should go now.”

Dreks stuttered something out that sounded more or less like an apology and you sighed a breath of relief when you heard him leave you alone. Before you knew it, Paz was pressed against your back, towering over you and you spotted his hands caging you in, resting against the edge of the machine.

You relaxed into him, your head tilting to the side just so you could feel his breath on your scent gland.

“Thank you,” you said so quietly only he could hear, “I really didn’t want to have a confrontation today.”

“I know you would’ve handled it,” Paz assured you, settling himself even closer behind you so you felt his body heat seep through his clothes. Stars, he was warm. “Dreks is just a little worm who doesn’t know when to back off.”

The smell he exuded was unmistakable and made your heart and pussy throb: Jealousy.

Paz was jealous.

“Don’t like others playing with your toy?” you teased him, your fingertips drifting over his knuckles, intertwining your fingers while your other hand ran over the song selections, “I didn’t take you for the possessive type, alpha.”

“Don’t like others not respecting my omega,” he grumbled, his breath fanning over the back of your neck, his hand falling to your hip, “Especially not when she is so clearly busy teasing me.”

“Teasing?” you gasped playfully, “Me? Never! How could you say something like that, alpha?”

Paz hummed, his head dropping down to press a kiss against your shoulder and it was a miracle that your brain had not short-circuited yet. “Well for one, I can see down the front of your dress,” he whispered, his hand slowly wandering up until it was dangerously close to your chest, “And your tits are just begging to be played with. And I think you are too, aren’t you?”

You nodded quickly, arching your back so that your tits brushed against his hand and your butt pressed into the very prominent bulge in his pants. Stars, you were sure by now he had to smell how turned on you were, how needy you were for him.

“Does my pretty little toy want me to play with her?” he asked all low and rumbly, his nose running over your throat, “Because let me tell you,” he pressed a slow kiss against your skin, one that made your knees weak, “I’d love to play.”

You swallowed harshly, your thighs clenching as you tried to somewhat keep your dignity instead of throwing yourself at him right here right now. “Paz,” you brought out, your hand tightening on his, ”Please.”

“Tell me,” he whispered, pressing you tighter against the machine and you felt a rush of wetness when his bulge rubbed against your ass. Stars, he was big all over. “Do you really want this?”

“Yes,” you nodded quickly, your free hand rushing to choose a random song, not caring which one, while you wiggled your behind against him, “Yes, stars, I want this. I want you.”

ABBA starting playing in the background but you no longer cared. Not when Paz chuckled in your ear, his teeth grazing your lobe before he stood up straight, taking your hand in his. “Then let’s go somewhere more private, love, what do you say?”

“I say I’d do anything if you keep looking at me like that,” you whispered, feeling the heat in your cheeks at the lovely pet name. He threw you a wink and a giant smile that made both your heart and your pussy clench.

Paz pulled you away from the jukebox and into the throngs of people, “I can imagine worse things than always seeing you.”

He kept you in front of him, towering over you as he carefully guided you through the masses. You were so excited you did not even notice if anyone looked at you or not. All you could focus on was the giant alpha behind you smelling like he was ready to tear your clothes off. And stars you wanted nothing more.

You hardly blinked before you were suddenly in the dark, the door closing behind you. “Where are we?”

“Hallway,” Paz murmured, gently pushing you forward, “Private bathrooms are here somewhere.”

You hummed, feeling your heart start to pound in your chest because this was really happening. Paz was really just going to take you to the nearest room and fuck your brains out.

This was the best Friday in years.

Paz pushed against a dark door revealing a small private bathroom behind it. There was the counter and the sink, another door that led to the toilet and even a cushioned bench. “Wow,” you whispered, not having assumed that the local pub had such a nice bathroom somewhere.

You heard the lock click and turned around finding your favourite alpha looming over you, already fiddling with his belt. “Wow indeed,” he growled, his eyes greedily roaming over your figure and your breath hitched, watching his hands work on his jeans.

For a moment you were torn between starting to undress yourself or simply watch him for a few moments longer, take in how big he looked, how brad his thighs were and you could see a little bit of belly peeking through from where he had lifted his shirt. But then the belt landed somewhere in the corner and Paz made a step towards you, crowding you against the sink counter.

And then he was kissing you.

His big hand was cradling your jaw, his thumb rubbing over your cheek as his soft lips worked against yours so softly and yet so urgently you swore you come just from that. You whimpered and opened your mouth for him, standing on your tiptoes so you could sit on the counter and kiss him more comfortably. Paz growled, his hands wandering to your hips and helping you up before spreading your legs and stepping between them – all without pulling away from your mouth.

Your heart was thundering in your chest and your hands flew up to frame his face, keeping him close to you. You liked the feeling of his stubble underneath your fingertips and when his teeth grazed your bottom lip you could not help the way your hips twitched.

Paz laughed, pulling away from you and his eyes were dark and soft as he took deep breaths, looking at you with such love it made your legs tighten around his hips. “Is my toy a little needy?” he teased you, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss your scent gland full on.

The feelings that coursed through you were indescribable. Nothing in this world would ever compare to having Pay fucking Vizsla mouth at your scent gland as if he was seconds away from mating you. He kissed you, he sucked at it, he bit it ever so slightly before soothing the sting with his tongue all the while his hands were still firmly holding you by your neck, his thumb pressing just under your chin.

“Paz,” you whimpered, trying to hump against him to get some much-needed friction against your folds, “Paz please, I want –“

“What do you want, my love?” he growled, running his tongue over your scent gland one last time before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours, “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” you whined, wrapping your arms tighter around him, “Stars, I want you. Paz, I wanted you for so long, please …”

Paz’s big hand ran over your thighs, pushing up your dress and you lifted your hips, letting him pull it off you with as little effort as possible. “I wanted you for so long,” he confessed, his hands falling back to your bare shoulders and exploring the fabric of your lace bra, fingers slipping between fabric and skin to tease your nipples, “I was so shy to ask you out but stars,” the straps of your bra fell down your shoulders as he pulled the cups down, baring your breasts to his eyes, “Omega, you are a dream come true.”

You hummed, working on unbuttoning his flannels as quickly as possible while trying not to get distracted by his hands on your tits. He rolled your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, gently at first, before suddenly pulling, making you arch your back. Kriff, he was good at that.

“Oh, you liked that,” he commented, a teasing smile on his lips and you gasped when he did it again. And then you finally managed to push that flannel off his shoulders. His bare skin was hot to the touch and you did not hesitate to run your hands over his broad shoulders and chest, letting them wander down to where his jeans were gaping open.

With as much confidence as you could muster, you reached into his briefs closing your hand around his cock and watching as his entire body stiffened and he let out a groan that made you gush. “And you liked that,” you nipped at his jaw, carefully freeing him out of his jeans before starting to run your hand along his shaft.

He was thick and heavy and so deliciously long that it made you ache for him even more. “Tease,” he grumbled, his hands leaving your tits – which had you whine in protest – before wandering to your panties. You had always known his fingers were big but there was something about him rubbing his knuckles over your still covered folds that made them seem even bigger – and you even wetter.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his breath hot against yours, “Do you want me to fuck you, little one? Right here, right now?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You sure?” he teased you, his fingers deftly pushing your panties to the side, both of you inhaling sharply when his thumb bumped against your clit for the first time, “Sure I’m not too big for you?”

You shook your head, tightening your hand around his cock and swiping your thumb over a drop of precome, bringing it up to your mouth and licking it off. It was salty and warm and Paz’s chest rumbled as his finger slipped inside you, watching you with hot eyes.

“You ready?” he asked, completely breathless already but you felt the same. There was nothing except the urge to just feel him inside you as if that was the only thing that could save you from the burning heat in your core.

“Yes,” you gasped.

The head of his cock rubbed over your folds and gasped, spreading your legs even more to offer him more space. Paz pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes entrancing you as he slowly pushed inside your cunt. It was a stretch, to say the least. A slow one, since Paz seemed to search your face for any expression of pain, but a big stretch nonetheless.

The way he looked at you made it almost unbearable, as if both your lust and your love for him were getting too much and threatening to burst out of your chest. “Fuck,” you breathed out, clinging to him and burying your head in the crook of his neck, “You’re so big.”

Your walls fluttered around him and Paz pulled back just a little before pushing deeper, his cocks coated in your wetness. With your head against his chest, you allowed yourself a quick glimpse down and saw just how massive he was against you, how he disappeared inside you and if that wasn’t the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

“So tight,” Paz growled, snapping his hips against your, making you squeak, “You like to see how big my cock is, hm? Just imagine how much you’d need to stretch for my knot.”

You clamped around him, the image in front of your inner eyes almost making you come right there. He smelled so good, he felt so good and stars his voice ….

“Is my toy enjoying herself on my cock?” he growled into your ear, his hand running down tor back to grasp the soft flesh of your behind as his hips rocked against yours, “Look at you, all pliant for me, hm? My perfect little omega.”

“Yes,” you gasped out, “Yours. Your omega, just yours, just – stars, Paz, don’t stop, it feels so good.”

He moaned low in your ear before kissing you, his cock hitting a spot that made you see stars as his tongue slipped inside your mouth.

“’m gonna come inside you,” he growled, “Is that okay?”

“Yes, please,” you replied eagerly, “I am so close, alpha, please …”

And, once again, Paz seemed to understand what you wanted without you needing to say anything. While his hips sped up, his thrusts stuttering as your walls fluttered around him, his fingers played with your clit, his thumb circling and flicking your clit in a way that you hardly felt you were on this planet anymore.

“There we go,” he praised you, “my perfect little toy, all soft and wet for me. Can’t wait to fill you up, come on, love, come for me, let me feel how tight you can get.”

Your orgasm washed over you in a way you had never experienced before. It starts out slow before completely engulfing you, making your muscles feel all warm and tingly as your walls rhythmically clamped around him and milked him for all he could get. Feeling Paz come inside you seemed to only extend the waves of pleasure as you felt the heat spread in your belly.

Paz rested against you, his cock still twitching inside you, painting your walls white, while he pressed little kisses against the base of your throat.

“How are you feeling?”

“Filthy,” you replied honestly, nudging your nose against his scent gland, “And tired,” you pressed a kiss against his skin, causing his hands to tighten on your hips, “And very very happy.”

Paz rumbled, “I am very happy too,” and slowly pulled out of you. The mess between your thighs made you wince and you felt drops of come already escaping you. Paz’s eyes seemed to be glued to your folds as well and you watched with bated breath as he pushed the escaped come back into you with one finger.

“Don’t want any of that precious come get lost now, would we?” he murmured, pulling your panties into place and even though you had just come you felt your pussy clench, ready to go another round.

You still felt like you had lost touch with time and space, your body and emotions still reeling from what had just happened and so you simply watched as Paz collected the discarded pieces of clothing, offering you your dress before slipping his flannel back on and getting his belt from the corner.

Your dress felt comfortably cool against your sweat skin as you slipped it over your head, adjusting your bra and making sure you were somewhat covered.

When you almost looked like you had before you had come into the small room, you felt doubt creeping up. What if this was just a quick fling for him? Sure, he seemed to be interested but what if this was just some sort of physical release for him? Did he realize that there were feeling on your side? Feelings that you could no longer ignore?”

“Why are you worrying?” Paz asked, his nose twitching and you smiled when you realized that he could still smell you. “I don’t know,” you admitted shyly, “I’m just a little nervous, I guess. About – about how we continue now.”

“There is no reason to be nervous. You’re so lovely,” he whispered, kissing you softly, “How about I take you home now? I make an amazing breakfast for dinner and we could – you could spend the night?”

“That sounds really good,” you smiled, “I would like that.”

Paz helped you down gently, your dress falling to cover the mess between your thighs. He took a paper towel and quickly wet it before wiping down the counter as best as he could. But – “I still reek of sex,” you frowned, your nose scrunching up, “And won’t the Armourer get angry if the room smells of it too?”

“It’s not the first time,” Paz mentioned, taking the towel and throwing it in one of the trash bins.

“It’s not?” you asked, a tiny bit of jealousy creeping up.

“I wasn’t one of them,” he assured you quickly, amusement swinging in his voice, “I was too busy pining after a certain omega. But Boba almost got banned once cause he and his omega just couldn’t keep their hands off each other.”

You giggled. You could definitely see that happening.

“Okay so,” he shifted, his hand on the doorknob, “We go home now?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, kissing his jaw, “We go home now.”

*

“Someone looks happy,” Chants commented before Kaida jumped in, “And someone certainly smells happy.”

“Stop it,” you mumbled, feeling the heat shoot into your cheeks as you collected your handbag, “I – I’m going home now.”

“Not alone I hope?”

“Certainly not,” Paz answered from behind you and you turned to find him grinning from ear to ear, smelling absolutely delightful. He was holding his big coat in his hands, carefully slipping it over your shoulders and your eyes fluttered shut at being surrounded by his scent once more.

“You ready to go?” he asked quietly, his hands running down your arms until he took your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your wrist.

You smiled up at him before looking back at your friends, “I, uh, I’ll go now. See you next week?”

Chants nodded at you, barely able to contain his grin and you already knew your friends would make your phone explode once the weekend was over. But you refused to worry about that now. Because all you could think about was spending an entire weekend with Paz.

It was impossible not to notice how everyone was staring at you, their eyes following you through the crowded room as you and Paz made your way to the door. Hushed voices echoed in your ears and you swore you even picked up Dreks out of the many, making you frown. Paz seemed to notice it too because he grumbled something until he threw his arm around your shoulder making you smile and the voices fall quiet in an instant.

You stepped closer to him, your hand reaching up to hold his across your shoulders as your heart skipped a beat and you stepped outside, the fresh autumn air engulfing you. The sounds quieted down as the door fell closed behind you and you felt peace wash over you.

“Did you come here on your own?” Paz asked, the gravel crunching under his work boots. His breath formed little clouds in the air and he looked so comfortable with his flannel that all you could do was smile and kiss him again.

“No, I came with Chants. We can drive in your truck.”

He smiled, his finger tilting up your chin so he could kiss you again and again, both of you breathless and giggly and distracted before a passing car honked, pulling you out of your little bubble.

“That’s our sign,” Paz joked, taking your hand again and leading you to his dark blue truck, holding the door out for you. It was so quiet now, so peaceful, like both of you were just comfortable with where this was going and it made your heart warm.

You watched the trees pass by as Paz drove down the street towards his home, the radio quietly playing in the background.

“I know we did not really talk about it but …. I don’t want you to be my toy,” he whispered slightly squeezing your hand, “I want you to be my mate.”

You smiled.

[elenorasweet]

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I’m not sayin I would fuck this trandoshan with his fucking cheekbones but--

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HE’S BEING USED AS A SPONGE OH THE HUMANITY-!!!!!!!

This man has the mottled, face-is-one-colour-lekku-another tone of a half-t’wilek? Neat.

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No bed my boy just sleeps in pure fucking bacta every night and that’s a skincare regime and a half. All jokes aside this pains me immensely. My god.

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I’M NOT SAYIN I WOULD FUCK HER WITH HER EVERYTHING BUT NO WAIT I AM ABSOLUTELY SAYING THAT

have I ever told y’all that cows are my favourite animals, and I am including space bovine under “cow” here? fuck yeah banthas look at all these dumb fucking banthas. love ‘em.

Boba’s inner 10 year-old is bemoaning that he’s never read this manual. And also nerding out because ooooh, a machine he’s never poked! This does not help adult Boba, but I enjoy the thought.

THIS. IS. A. WASTE!!!! YOU ARE SPILLING SO MUCH WATER OH MY GOD SOMEONE PLUG IT BACK UP THERE’S GOTTA BE A BETTER WAY TO-!!!!

I wANt A sCalEY BOi!!!!

Someone get this man a hat I can hear the skin burning from here, this definitely didn’t help the bacta bed situation oh my god

Tusken covid test.

THANK FUCKING GOD

Hey Boba I know you don’t identify as Mandalorian but the mandokarla here-

*BUZZING* THE MANDOKARLA-!!!!

anyway this was a spam of screenshots and rambling. Thanks for coming. I love Boba Fett, I have always loved Boba Fett, and I continue to love Boba Fett. Good job baby boy.

[dimpled-gukkie]

Euphoria

moodboard by @euphoriajjkook

Pairing: Surfer!Park Jimin x Coffee shop worker!Reader (feat. sarcastic commentary from Jeon Jungkook)

Genre: fluff, college au and coffee shop au

Warnings: none 

word count: 5k

Summary: You work at the local coffee shop in an empty seaside town. Jimin is a local surfer that has an affinity for buying coffee even though he doesn’t really like it. In a series of shameless flirting, does he get the girl?

A/n: Happy birthday @i-am-today-we-will-survive!!!! Thank you for being my ghost bestie and someone who I could always go to if I needed advice. I’ve talked more to you about my feelings than anyone else and I couldn’t ask for a better first online friend. Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day! P.s. I had this planned before you told me about the Tae fic and when you did I laughed really hard bc we really are the same 

The early morning breeze curls around you, tangling itself in your hair as you walk to the small cafe to start your opening shift. The sound of crashing waves fills the air and you sigh, getting lost amongst the beauty of a seaside town. Although many find places like this only suitable for the summer, you love it. You welcome the quiet mornings of the fall, when the snowbirds are gone and you can get lost amongst your thoughts without worrying about running into someone. Unlocking the shop, the bell tinkles above you softly, something you’re grateful for since it is only five o’clock in the morning. Turning on the lights you get started on the day, grounding the coffee beans and setting up the machines. You expect to be alone for a few hours since most of your town just consists of college students now and no one wants to wake up this early but you’re surprised by that familiar chime. Turning around, you’re faced to with a sandy haired boy, both literally and figuratively, beaming at you as water drips from the ends of his hair onto the polished floor. A wet suit clings to his frame and you almost choke on your spit at his defined abdominal muscles and taut arms. Quickly avoiding his gaze you hurry towards the register, keeping your gaze facing towards the keys rather than the boy to hide your frazzled nature. “What can I get you?” You ask, still refusing to meet his gaze. 

“What would you suggest?” He replies flirty, leaning against the counter to press his chin into his palm. You glance up at the movement and a chesire cat-like grin stretches across his face as he takes in your flustered state. 

“Uh…Caramel Macchiato?” His laugh sounds like literal angels and you can’t help but want to hate him for being so perfect. 

“For someone who works in a coffee shop, you sure do seem unsure about coffee.” His eyes twinkle, glittering as brightly as the silver rings on his fingers. Chubby fingers that seem like they’d be so nice and warm to hold that you almost want to reach out and- what are you saying? You’ve just met this boy, you don’t even know his name, and yet you’re already thinking about holding his hand? 

“What can I say? I’m only intelligible after two coffees.” The boy’s grin grows even wider, teeth pearly white like ocean foam, and his eyes turn into sweet crescents. You can’t help but smile back when faced with such an ethereal sight. 

“I’ll take three caramel macchiatos to-go then.” 

“Name?” 

“Jimin.” Fitting. A cute name for a cute boy. The conversation cuts there, although Jimin does hum while you make the drinks. Normally you’d be rushing to make them, clumsily clanking dishes together in an effort to get the customer out of the shop to kill the suffocating silence but with Jimin you feel fine, relaxed even. Maybe it’s because of his warm honey hair and eyes. When the drinks are made, you bring them over to the counter where Jimin twirls a stick meant for stirring your drink between his fingers. 

“Here you go.” You smile, gently pushing them towards him. Your smile falls however when Jimin places his hands over yours and pushes two cups back towards you, only taking one for himself. “Did I do something wrong? Do you not want them?” You ask, crease between your brows defined from your confusion. 

“Nope.” He smiles, taking a sip of his drink before groaning. “Damn that’s good. See you around…Y/n.” Your hands remained wrapped around the drink and only after he’s out of the shop, waving at you through the window when he stops to pick up his surfboard leaning against it, do you bother taking them away. A napkin flutters gently against the counter, one you didn’t even realize he stuck onto your hand. Picking it up, you can’t help but laugh and look away, all while grinning bashfully. ‘Hold onto this until you finish the drinks. Wanna make sure you remember me once you’re intelligible. -Jimin”. It’s complete with a wink and a heart placed delicately in the corner.  

You hurry out of the shop after your shift is over, running off to your first class of the day. When you get to the lecture hall, Jungkook pats the seat next to him and you slide into it, taking a deep breath to relax your rapid heart. “You look like you just ran a marathon.” Jungkook remarks, reaching down to hand you his water bottle from under the table. 

“That’s because it feels like I did.” You tell him, guzzling down half his water causing him to whine. 

“Y/n, don’t drink it all.” You roll your eyes and pull your lips away from the bottle, offering to buy him a new one after class. 

“How about boba instead? Don’t you have a thirty minute break between classes?” Jungkook’s doe eyes become increasingly wider as he gives you his best puppy dog eyes. 

“I see. When it’s your money I can’t even drink half your water but when it’s mine you want a $5 drink.” You tease, already kissing goodbye the last few dollars you have to your name. At least you get your paycheck at the end of the week to replenish your dry bank account.

“Is that a yes?” Jungkook perks up, disregarding your sarcasm. When you nod he cheers, a bunny smile dimpling his cheeks while he claps his hands excitedly. You can’t help the fond smile taking over your face as you watch the him do a happy dance in his seat. Jungkook is like your excitable little brother. The type where you just want to pinch his cheeks and protect him from everything bad in the world. 

“Thanks Y/n!” He chirps, before falling silent when your professor enters the room. As he drones on about the Psychosexual stages you can’t help your mind drifting on to the new patron from this morning. The one with the iron-clad thighs and bright smile. 

You don’t expect to see the object of your daydreams at the boba shop when you enter but yet here he is. He’s not in a wet suit anymore, instead in a pair of what you assume to be board shorts and an oversized white shirt. It amazes you how despite the lackluster outfit you still can’t help but stare completely enraptured with his beauty.  Jungkook nudges you to break your attention from Jimin and you lick your lips nervously at being caught. “Wipe your chin. You’re drooling.” He snickers and you hastily wipe at your chin only to discover nothing is there. 

“You brat.” You growl loud enough to gain Jimin’s attention. 

“Oh hey!” He smiles, cheeks doubting in size as the corners of his mouth push them up. 

“Hi.” You wave shyly, looking behind him at Jungkook’s smug smile. It’s moments like this where he watches your suffering that you wonder just why you’re best friends in the first place. 

“I was hoping to see you tomorrow but this is much better.” Despite his blatant flirting and confidence seeming to exude from his very being, a small blush rises at his words. Your heart stumbles a bit, endeared by his newfound bashfulness. You two stare at each other, you unsure what to say and Jimin smiling softly at you before Jungkook interrupts. 

“I hate to break this umm.. moment but I’m thirsty and she needs to get to class.” 

“Oh right sorry.” Jimin apologizes, immediately stepping aside to let you reach the counter. You glance back again at Jimin to find him still staring, smilingly shyly at you when you make eye contact again. “I guess I should go. See you tomorrow Y/n?” His gaze is somewhat hopefully and your heart starts racing at the implication. 

“Yeah sure. See you then Jimin.” His smile brightens as his name passes your lips and you’re sure in that moment you gave him the key to his heart. One he gladly took as he slowly walks over to grab his drink, winking at you one last time before finally leaving the shop. 

“I think I’m going to die of dehydration by the time I finally get my drink.” Jungkook whines, looking longingly at the poster of the latest special.

“You could’ve ordered yourself you know?” You roll your eyes at his dramatics, checking the time on your phone. You have ten minutes to get to your next class, surely that’s enough time? Except Jungkook orders the most complex thing on the menu which you’re sure is a punishment for “nearly making him die of thirst”, so you end up sprinting across campus, your drink remaining untouched until you’re panting in your seat, cursing Jungkook’s name with each sip you take. 

Jimin surprises you by actually showing up the next day, once again in his wetsuit. His hair curls as the ocean water clings to it, a few tendrils plastered to his forehead that he tries to brush away with his hand. Tickles of sea water run down his face, curving around his jaw to trickle down his neck and down the planes of his chest. You lick your lips and swallow rather loudly, embarrassed because you know Jimin saw you and also because you’ve never wished to be a drop of water until this moment. “I missed you.” Jimin says, leaning against the counter and placing his chin into his palm. 

“That so?” You ask, struggling to hide the smirk on your face. Jimin’s confidence is infectious and you feel yourself becoming more emboldened by his affection by the second. 

“Did you miss me?” He asks coyly, lips curling into a smirk as he expects the answer to be a yes. Too bad for him you’re stubborn and refuse to give him the satisfaction. 

“Nope.” You pop the p for extra emphasis, busying yourself with one of the machines to not have to look at his growing pout. 

“Pouting won’t get you anywhere, you know?” You tease, turning back towards him to pinch his jutted bottom lip between your fingers. 

“Not even when you’re this cute?” He places his hands under his chin and flutters his lashes at you, eyes puppy dog wide and full of innocence. 

“Afraid not.” You pat his head sympathetically. 

“Hmm… you’re a pretty good liar but I can see it in your eyes.” Sinking down onto your elbows you make direct eye contact. Jimin’s face os mere inches from your and it takes everything in you not to turn away. Tension begins to cloud the air around you but you’re too stubborn to break it. 

“And what just do my eyes say?” You cock your head slightly to the side. 

“That you find me attractive. Angelic even.” He winks, grin spreading so far across his face that his cheeks become bread-like and oh-so-pinchable. You stand up then at his words, too flustered at the fact that you’re caught to pretend that you don’t think Jimin is the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You’re many things, but a liar isn’t one. Let alone a good one. 

“Maybe I do.” You mutter and he freezes like you just took his breath away, the same he does to you every time he enters the cafe. His cheeks dust a light rose color, similar to the one making its way across your own face since you weren’t expecting him to hear you, and you fiddle with the stack of to-go cups to divert your attention away from the beaming boy. “Anyways,” You say, clearing your throat. “what can I get you?” 

“Two caramel macchiatos.” You’re grateful that Jimin doesn’t bother to tease you about your slight confession but can’t help deflating a little because you were hoping he’d say three. That he’d buy you coffee just so he could leave you a greasy note on a napkin that leaves you a happy mess for the rest of the day. Maybe this was his subtle way of rejecting you?

“Oh, okay.” Grabbing the two cups, you turn to head to make the drinks but Jimin’s voice stops you. 

“Aren’t you gonna write my name on it?” He whines and you roll your eyes. 

“Alright.” 

“Honey bunches or babe?” Jimin asks and your head snaps up in confusion. 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“Which, which would you prefer? If someone were to uhh…call you that? Hypothetically of course.” He turns shy under your gaze, fiddling with his fingers and chewing his lower lip between his teeth. His new shy demeanor is endearing, although you may have to charge him for physical therapy with this whiplash he’s giving you. It’s hard to keep up with the changes in demeanor. 

“Honey bunches. It’s cute.” 

“Write that then. On both, please.” You nod, scribbling the name onto both cups, silence falling between you two as you make the drinks. Jimin doesn’t bother humming this time, opting to instead inspect everything he can see. Which means he accidentally screws up the entire set-up for the creamer area with his fiddling but you’ll let it slide this time. 

“Here you go.” You say, faking a smile like you didn’t spend the entire time you made the drinks wondering just who this one cup was for. Just who was he calling honey bunches? Was he just being nice yesterday? He seemed too flirty to just be friendly but maybe you read them wrong. 

“Thanks. Well, have a nice day…honey bunches.” He says hurriedly, smiling shyly at you before running out of the shop. You stare at the spot he was just in like he’s still there, too stunned to comprehend what just happened. It takes you a few seconds to process everything, and you’re left standing there staring at two cups in your hand while grinning like an idiot. 

Jimin has stopped by your cafe every morning for the past week, buying you two coffees despite your protests and each day your affection for him grows. Not only is he striking, but he’s also funny and kind. He helps you set up in the morning now, setting aside at least an hour each morning just to spend time with you. You’ve never been much of a morning person but with Jimin by your side you’re starting to grow fond of them. “So what’s your plan for today?” You ask Jimin, writing down the new week’s specials on the chalk board. 

Jimin sits next to you, doodling little images onto the board to make it look prettier. His tongue peeks out slightly between his plush lips, brows furrowed in concentration and you almost regret speaking and breaking him out of his trance. Seeing him so engrossed in his work is mesmerizing. “Probably going to head back out for a little while before going to class.” 

“Class?” You ask, completely dumbfounded. To be honest you thought Jimin was a bit of a beach bum, the only time you’ve ever seen him being after his morning surf and that one time in the boba shop. Plus on your small campus you surely would’ve seen him around. 

“Yeah. I’m studying pediatrics at the local university. Why do you seem surprised?” 

Your cheeks burn in shame, not wanting to tell Jimin why you were taken aback. “Didn’t realize you went here.” You mumble and Jimin nods. 

“You thought I just lived at the beach didn’t you?” He asks bluntly and your eyes blow wide at his words. Are you that easy to read? Gaze cast down to avoid his own, you nod your head slightly and Jimin laughs. 

“That’s alright, I know I give off that vibe. I like to surf in the morning for exercise. Gotta stay fit to be a doctor.” He smiles, patting your knee in assurance that he isn’t mad. Your body relaxes under his touch and even though his hand is gone within seconds you can still feel the weight of it on your skin. It’s comforting and you wish you had the courage to tell him to do it again and keep it there next time. But you don’t, so you just end up daydreaming about his hand on you while finishing the menu, eyes occasionally flicking to him every once in a while. 

When the sign is done and placed outside by the open door, you do one final sweep of the shop checking the clock for the time. It’s 6:50 which means the morning rush of college students should just begin trickling in. “Do you want anything to drink? For you this time.” You ask him and he nods, ordering a blended mocha. You immediately get to work, startling when you feel a presence behind you. Turning your head slightly you relax when you realize it’s just Jimin behind you and continue making his drink. He places his chin on your shoulder suddenly causing you to almost drop the entire container of milk.

“Woah! Careful there bunches.” His hands are placed over your own, his front pressed into your back since he rushed into you to catch the milk jug. You’re sure your whole face is on fire, Jimin’s warmth and scent encompassing you. He smiles at you when you turn your head to look at him, like he isn’t the culprit of your pounding heart and clammy hands. “You okay?” He asks softly, eyes roaming your body for any injury even though the assaulting item is in his hands, having not even really touched you. 

“Yeah.” Your voice is nearly a whisper, your mind still lost in the haze caused by Jimin’s body wrapped around your own. Swallowing thickly, you turn back to Jimin’s drink to try and get a grip on your thoughts. Jimin says nothing the whole time and you have to glance behind you just to make sure he’s still there. His hands are presses against the counter that he leans his back onto, eyes never leaving your frame as you rush around. Only when you finish, placing the drink in his hands does he bother to say anything. 

“Have you ever thought of surfing?” He asks, popping the straw in his mouth to busy himself while waiting for your answer. It almost seems like he’s nervous. 

“Yeah…” You mumble fiddling with your fingers. 

“But what?” Jimin pushes himself off the counter to stand upright and moves closer to you, making you look up to face him. 

“I’m scared of sharks.” You whine, covering your face with your hands and Jimin can’t help but chuckle. 

“Bunches, you’re so cute.” He coos, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “Hey it’s okay. I’ll protect you alright? I mean, have you seen these muscles?” Jimin flexes his bicep and pats his stomach like you don’t know he has abs under his wetsuit. The same wetsuit that nearly gives you a heart attack every time he comes in from the way it clings to his frame. The fondness in his gaze captures your attention rather than his body because you’ve never seen him look at you like that. It’s almost like you hold all the stars and you stay silent, wanting this moment to last forever. “Is that a yes?” He asks, hope swirling in his irises. 

“Yes.” His grin is as blinding as the sun outside and he hugs you in his excitement. You tense for a second before relaxing into him, wrapping your arms around his lower torso to pull him closer to you. He smells like ocean water and coconut, likely from the sunscreen he uses, and so distinctly Jimin that you can’t stop yourself from burying your nose into his chest. You miss the way he grins down at you and tightens his grip on your body, completely enraptured. 

“Can you two just confess your love to each other so I don’t have to sit through your endless pining anymore?” Jungkook whines, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. You’re too busy watching Jimin teach the little kids how to surf to hear him. Several baby surfboards lay pressed into the sand as Jimin demonstrates how to properly paddle and jump up on the board. The children giggle as he must make some sort of joke and your heart warms at the sight of him laughing along with him. Your mind wanders to what Jimin would be like as a father and just when you’re getting to the good part Jungkook dumps half his water bottle on you. 

“Kook!” You scream, lurching up from your towel to scramble away from him. Your outburst gains the attention of some of the other visitors and you blush, especially when you hear Jimin call your name. 

“Just thought you needed to cool down.” He winks, nodding his head to Jimin who is now heading your way.

“I hate you.” You growl, flipping him off behind your back as you meet Jimin halfway. This feels almost like an episode of baywatch as shirtless Jimin jogs to you across the sand. muscles rippling under the sun, his hair gracefully flowing in the slight sea breeze. Except you have Jungkook cackling as your soundtrack. “Hi.” You say, becoming breathless when Jimin is only a few feet away. His bronze skin looks tantalizing, like he’s some sort of greek god and you wonder if maybe he is. 

“Hi.” Jimin sounds just as breathless, but you assume it must be the exertion of running in the sand. “What are you doing here bunches?” He asks curiously, cocking his head to the side. 

“Kook and I wanted to get some sun. Plus I thought I might take you up on that surf lesson.” You fiddle with the strands of your hair as you say it, the fear of rejection much too real. What if Jimin didn’t mean it? What if you read the signs wrong and he only likes you as a friend?

“Oh! Yeah okay. The lesson with the little ones is over in a half hour so I’ll just meet you afterwards.” You nod and Jimin smiles back at you. Eyes flicking to Jungkook who you’re sure is filming this whole thing to show you just how embarrassing it was later. “Is he gonna stay around the whole time?” 

“Maybe. Actually probably not. The separation anxiety between him and his video games is strong.” You laugh and Jimin seems to relax a little. 

“Good. I was hoping we’d be alone.” He smiles innocently, yet you can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. His eyes dart down at the movement holding on your lips so that you bite on them anxiously. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he let out a small groan at the action. “I’ll see you in a bit okay? I-I have to get back to the littles.” Your heart grows two sizes as he jogs back to them and they tackle him into the sand in a hug. 

You might throw up. Looking out into the crashing waves, a surfboard tucked under your arm, you can’t help but wonder what lurks beneath the waves. You know realistically you’re probably fine, that Jimin has surfed his whole life and hasn’t seen one but you can’t help the ominous feeling bubbling in your stomach. A warm hand is placed onto the small of your back and you jump, startled from your own thoughts. “I’ll be right here the whole time okay?” Jimin assures you, eyes boring into yours to show his seriousness. The hand on your back moves to grasp your own lightly, fingers intertwining as Jimin leads you to the water. You glance back hesitantly to where Jungkook sits and he throws you a thumbs up. Taking a deep breath you face back forward and tighten your grip on Jimin’s hand, letting him drag you into the depths. 

The water is slightly cold, similar temperature to your iced tea back at the shore that only has a few ice cubes in it since the rest have melted. It wraps around your hips, the waves lapping against you as the sea foam licks your skin. Jimin lets go of your hand and you whine, reaching out for him for comfort. “It’s alright bunches. We just gotta get on the board now. I’m still right here.” Jimin holds onto you board as you clamber on, knuckles nearly white from how tight you grip the edges. The water feels like it’s trying to buck you off as you move along with the wave and you realize this was a mistake. Just what did you get yourself into all for Jimin’s sweet smile and cute laugh? “Relax bunches.” Jimin says, leaning down onto the board you’re sprawled across to press his face right next to yours. His hand moves up to caress your cheek, pushing stray strands of hair of your face before roaming over your shoulder and down the slope of your back where it rubs small circles. You close your eyes at his ministrations, focusing on his touch rather than the movement of the waves. “You good?” Jimin asks after the rigidity in your body melts away. 

“Yeah. I’m ready.” Jimin grins back at you and you’re jealous by how relaxed he is. You guess it’s because this is his element, the same as you in the cafe. He backs up off the board and drags you out further into the ocean where the baby waves are. 

“I’m going to count to three and when I get to three start paddling okay? Stand up when you can feel the wave under you like we practiced out on the sand.” 

“I feel like this is a good time to mention I suck at skateboarding.” Jimin giggles, throwing himself into you, arms wrapping around your shoulders and face digging into your neck through his fit. You don’t know what to do so you just lay there on the board, blaming the blush on the sun and not the fact that he’s curled around you, and pat his arm hooked around your front. 

“Okay no more fun and games.” Jimin pulls away, suddenly serious. It’s go time baby.” Turning your board around so you’re facing the shore, Jimin holds onto the board as he watches the waves trying to pick out the perfect one. You wait for a minute, nerves buzzing in anticipation, before you hear him begin to count. You paddle as hard as you can and when you feel the wave begin to crest you scramble to your feet, well one foot since your other knee is on the board, but you don’t care because you’re surfing! Too caught up in the excitement you forget how to stop and tumble off the board into the water, pushing up off the sand to break the surface. 

“I did it! Jiminie did you see?!” You yell as Jimin hurries towards you, eyes slipping behind his grin. When he gets close enough he pulls you into him, strong arms wrapping around your lower back and pushing you into the air. 

“Good job baby!” He coos, eyes alight with pride. “I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.” Your face flushes at the new pet name and you smile shyly at him. 

“Baby huh?” Jimin unwraps one hand from around you to scratch the back of his neck, nervously chewing on the bottom of his lip. 

“Well, yeah. If you want to be.” 

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Park Jimin? Even though we haven’t been on a date yet?” You can’t help the grin taking over your face, elation pounding through your veins. Park Jimin likes you back. Park Jimin likes you. This beautiful boy who you’re pretty sure is actually an angel wants you. 

“Why do you think those mornings in the cafe were?” Jimin winks, giggling at the bashful look on your face. 

“Oh.” 

“So will you? Be my girlfriend I mean?” Jimin licks his lips and your eyes follow the movement wondering how they’d feel against your own. Well, you guess you better find out. Pressing your lips softly against his own instead of replying, you tighten your grip around Jimin’s neck, pulling his body closer to yours. His hands tangle into your hair as he kisses you harder, prying your lips open with his own, groaning when you tug onto his hair then- 

“Finally!” Jungkook screams causing you to break away startled. Turning around, Jungkook has all your stuff in his hands, dumping it onto the sand ten feet away from the ocean. “I have a feeling you’ll be here for a while and I’m bored so I’m leaving. See you later.” 

Turning back around you bury your face in Jimin’s neck, relishing in the warmth while also hiding from the world because you really just made out on a public beach. “So was that a yes?” Jimin asks and you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. Pulling away you give his neck a light peck before moving back and kissing his nose. 

“Yes Jimin, that’s a yes.” 

“Wow, who would’ve guessed I’d have the world’s cutest girlfriend?” 

“Who would’ve guessed I’d have the world’s hottest boyfriend?” 

“Eww, that was greasy.” Jimin whines but the way his grip tightens around you and his grin grows you know he liked the praise. You’re about to say something else, something snarky, but a shadow catches your attention. A rather large shadow that’s moving slowly through the water and heading right towards you. Your body goes stiff and your hands shake as you point the shadow out to Jimin. 

“Jiminie is-is that what I think it is?” Your voice trembles and Jimin rolls his eyes until he notices the figure and bolts out of the water, you wrapped up in his arms. “I told you there were sharks!” You scream, wrapping your legs tighter around Jimin’s frame as he makes it to the safety of the sand. 

[daedaliaaan]

Got tagged by my new and beloved friend @calmystorm-saltycandy ♥ Fellow victim of Gouenji Shuuya's illegal hotness.

Name: Online, I'm Amy. But my real name is Anya.

Nickname: None, really (I'd love to have one that's significant to something about me or just plain cute).

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Height: 5'7''

Orientation: Bisexual (not sure about labels still but hey this works)

Nationality: Indonesian

Favorite fruit: Uh, bananas and mangoes.

Favorite season: Spring and summer! Despite not exactly having those seasons here in Indonesia since we have either rainy or dry season.

Favorite flower: Roses and tulips! May seem like a cliche for roses, haha. But tulips are beautiful! I remember when I went on vacation to Holland. We went to this stunning tulip garden and it was a gorgeous sight.

Favorite scent: The fresh pages of an open book and gasoline. Oh, and the smell of good food.

Favorite color(s): Purple (pastel and violet), black, baby blue.

Favorite animal(s): Dogs and dolphins, I guess?

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: MmMHmNMMmhmNmM coffee and tea. I love me some milk coffee, Vietnamese coffee, milk tea, and boba tea.

Average sleep hours: Roughly 5-6 hours. I stay up late either studying or on my phone.

Dog or cat person: I love dogs! But personality wise, I'm a cat person.

Favorite fictional character(s): How dare you assume I only have one? Gouenji Shuuya is the king to my heart, but I love and thirst for Kidou Yuuto, England (Arthur Kirkland), Takashi Shirogane, Jumin Han, Hanzo Shimada, Jeese Mccree, Loki, and a hundred others, probably.

Number of blankets you sleep with: Only one blanket that's really thick and warm! Makes me feel safe and comfortable.

Dream trip: England, Greece, Norway, and Egypt! I just adore world history and cultures, especially mythology and traditional beliefs. I'm a huge fan of Greek mythology and other mythologies like Egyptian and Norwegian (however I prefer Greek more). As for England, it's always been a childhood dream to be able to visit the country (and meet Dan and Phil haha).

Blog created: September 2016, I think. Kudos to my classmate who was kind enough to set it up for me even though I completely forgotten about it for the first year until I actually started using it.

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Three weeks postpartum & preschool

Oh man, I better get writing. So many little things.

Celia is growing so quickly. When she was first born, for about a week, she would flinch every time she was touched. Like she really wasn’t used to it, haha. I just don’t want to forget that little quirk of hers, since it was so short-lived.

As her tears came in last week, she appeared to have clogged tear ducts because both eyes would get goopy. Apparently it’s pretty common and can persist up to a year. I swabbed them routinely but nothing seemed to really do the trick until I put breastmilk in them. One eye seemed to clear up immediately, the other got much better but kept gooping up for the next few days. Last night, the membrane must have opened though, because I haven’t had to swab either eye all day. Hooray! Even though it’s harmless, eye goop looks pretty gross.

We still haven’t given her a bath, just wiped her down as needed (neck folds, leg creases, under arms) but I think today is the day. I’m excited because I think she’ll enjoy it.

She’s still pretty low-maintenance with periods of tanking up, gas, diaper blowouts, and sleep. They’re not predictable patterns but she’ll spend time looking at the high-contrast books, and tries to lift her head up now, in the waking periods, so that’s fun for everyone.

I’m feeling pretty well recovered. So much so, that I’m shocked to realize that it’s still only been 3 weeks and some change since I pushed a baby out. That’s the miracle of childbirth, for sure. I just feel so... normal?! most of the time. Yesterday, I was on my feet for probably six hours. I could NEVER do that pregnant. Cooking meals is a semi-welcome endeavor now, because I have more than a shred of energy to put some time into it. When I wash dishes, the freaking knobs on the cabinet doors no longer press painfully into my abdomen. Many of my non-maternity shirts, skirts, and dresses are fitting again (pants and shorts, not yet). Most importantly, with Lucian having started preschool (more below), I’m going to do 30min of walking every weekday for the month of September, and hopefully October too. I can push Lionel in the stroller and wear Celia. Yesterday was my first day and man, I was BEAT. As ho-hum as a walk seems, it was a serious workout. I was very tired, glistening with sweat, my muscles felt engaged the rest of the day, and I was a little sore this morning. Even though I don’t much care for walking, and it’s inconvenient to do it with two kids, I want to take advantage of nice weather, and jump right into improving my baseline fitness/health. 

ALSO, I think my gestational diabetes has resolved in record time. Thirst was an obvious signal whenever I would overdue the carbs/sugar during pregnancy and I’ve still had extreme thirst since Celia was born, but there are many reasons for it--losing all the excess pregnancy water with heavy sweating, and lactation requiring more, to name two. But in the last few days, my thirst has become manageable, so I began to suspect the GD was gone (despite being quoted a 6-8 week target for resolution). After breakfast this morning (a muffin and banana, two no-no’s during pregnancy, and a death knell in combination, surely putting me in the 160-180 range I would guess), my blood sugar was at a model 105. I’ll keep checking here and there, but I’m pretty thrilled at not feeling like I’m harming my body if I put a piece of fruit in my mouth, let alone a cookie or boba smoothie.

So, Lucian started preschool last Thursday. We had a whole, painful, nauseating saga early in the week because we were offered a spot at our chosen Montessori school for him. I was THRILLED. We’ve watched our waitlist number dwindle down and I was so excited at the prospect of a) Montessori, and b) early dismissal. (Most schools go until 3:15-4pm in the area, even for PK3, because it’s easier for parents who work, but it’s such an unnecessarily long day for the age.) But lo and behold, they require kids to be potty trained. And Lucian simply is not. He’s been wearing underpants at least one day a week for three months, sometimes more, but hasn’t been motivated by any of our half-hearted training attempts. M&Ms, stickers, “isn’t that icky on your bottom,” and big boy underpants just haven’t done the trick. But in the last week before school, he started wearing them every day. He’d use the toilet maybe 4 times, and go in his underpants 1-2 times. I was tempted to enroll him anyway, with the thought that maybe he would move away from diapers if he had a school=underpants association, the social pressure, and the reinforcement from teachers, but in my heart of hearts I knew that was wrong, and Erik said he would never have allowed it anyway. That would have been a ton of potential trauma/pressure, when starting school is momentous/stressful enough anyway. And more urgently, if we were asked to pull him from the school, we would have NO other seats open to us. So I cried and cried. Sobbed. Then declined the offer. We were SO disappointed. And disappointment is just such a bitch of an emotion. The irony is that Montessori is all about child-led learning, and we’re letting our child lead on the one thing that disqualifies him from child-led education. Such BS. The other bit of irony is that he’s probably going to be totally toilet-trained within a few weeks at any school, because he’s riiiiiight there. Boo hiss. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking about the whole thing now. Just totally burns me.

But la-dee-dah, he started PK3 at our local default public school. It’s not a bad/unsafe/dangerous school whatsoever. But having taught Montessori, that is my preference. And being a bilingual household, a bilingual school would also be my preference. Oh well. The DC school lottery is a special beast and we simply didn’t win the lottery.

He’s taking school really hard. He’s such a sensitive/clingy little guy, and has never been in a social setting like this, so we expected a big adjustment and we’re getting it. The first day he cried allllll day and didn’t pee/poop until evening. He was also starving when he got home, even though he’d eaten much of his lunch. The second day, he peed once on the toilet (at the insistence of the teacher) and told me he only cried two times. The teacher asked us to print out a wallet-sized family photo to keep in his pocket. The third day (yesterday), the teacher said he cried 80% of the time, but the 20% that he didn’t was good. The minute he saw us, he said, “I miss you so much today, Mama. Lionel, I’m back from school. I miss you so much. Where my daddy?” So he’s definitely taking in language from the teachers (we’re having to press him to keep using Papi instead of Daddy, so we’ll see how long that lasts.) He only peed once again, and only when coerced, and the minute we went through the door at home, he torrentially wet his pants. Today, he woke up with a runny nose, and his crying started in the car rather than at the classroom door. He said he peed his pants while in the carseat, but I think now it was a ploy to go home, because he was dry, and I told him his teachers had a change of clothes for him anyway. He asked to sleep and sleep at school, so maybe the runny nose will become a worse illness, or maybe it was another ploy. At the classroom, he agreed to pee in the toilet and exclaimed how hungry he was, all through dramatic tears, so I don’t know what to make of it all. He’s cheerful/unscathed at home, and doesn’t even act exhausted (though he looks it). And the cutest thing of all, even through his pitiful weeping one of the days, he consistently used please, thank you, excuse me, etc. It was precious. Anyway, I’m definitely able to detach and stay strong through this adjustment, but I’ll be so relieved when crying at drop-off is behind us. It’s just such a raincloud for starting the day.

Lionel is adjusting too, and definitely seems vaguely bored. He’s always been good at self-entertaining, but seems to want to interact with me more than usual, probably to make up for not having Lucian around. but it’s been refreshing to spend a bit more time watching him, since it’s evident when his wheels are turning, and gives me more patience/understanding when I see that in fact, he IS doing what I asked, just in a circuitous way, and I shouldn’t rush him. I need to be conscious of actively spending time with him, since it’s easy to feel like I get a break when I only have one of the boys. But we’ll find a rhythm soon. Today is only the second day I’m flying solo with all three kids all day, and I don’t have my footing yet. I’m starting from scratch with a new routine that includes school pickup/dropoff, a newborn, a new naptime, a workout, and meal prep, so understandably, it doesn’t resemble our free-flow from before. But little by little.

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