#my hand hurts but thisis finally done

[starstruck-critter]

Some kind of cosmic joke...

[forever-rogue]

1&7 from list 3

The Mandalorian

Love your writing like a guilty pleasure.

“(Name)! Open the door! & “Tell me I’m wrong.”

It started angsty but ended soft 🥺💕

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader ; warnings: pregnancy

The Mandalorian Masterlist

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You paced the room back and forth, trying to hold back your tears as you quickly tried to think of a plan - a what the kriff do I do now plan. Pausing, you stared out the window, slowly approaching the warm sunlight that was streaming in. It was peaceful - here on Sorgan - but you felt anything but that peace within your heart. A small sigh escaped your lips as leaned on the ledge and looked out the window. The sound of children playing and laughing met your ears and caused a panging in your heart. Your hand drifted to the ever so slight swell of your belly as you let out a heavy sigh; it wasn’t noticeable yet, at least not to the untrained eye, but soon it would be. 

You were never alone anymore, not with the small bean inside of you, but you’d never felt more alone than this. 

You missed him - your small adopted son that had gone away with the Jedi. You’d mourned his absence for a long time, despite the fact that you knew you’d be reunited with him again one day. This was for the best-  this had always been the ending and you’d known it. It hadn’t made letting him go any easier. 

You missed Din too. Things hadn’t been the same since he’d parted ways with his son. You knew it would be hard, as had he, but neither of you expected it would be quite this difficult. He hadn’t been the same since, retreating further and further into himself and always from you. Watching your riduur become so reclusive and quiet was enough to break your heart, and despite your best efforts, it seemed like he was never going to snap out of it. 

You had tried your best to make sure he knew he was loved, that Grogu was loved too and that he would be okay, and that one day your family would be reunited. You were sure of it; Grogu might have been gone, but it wasn’t forever only temporary. But it hadn’t seemed to matter to Din either way. 

He was in a perpetual state of just existing, and you’d dragged him here, back to Sorgan, a place he loved and found comforting, in an attempt to make him feel better. Maybe a getaway from everything would do him so good. 

“What is your plan now? You can’t keep hiding away and shutting the world out, Mandalorian.” you had stilled at Omera’s words, frozen as you wondered what your riduur would say; it was clearly a private conversation, and you knew you should walk away, but found yourself unable. 

“I don’t know,” he admitted quietly, “but I know I’m going on by myself. I can’t have anyone around me anymore. It does them no good.”

“What of your wife?” Omera seemed as surprised as you felt, and almost gave yourself away when a small sound of surprise left your lips, “and your unborn child? Surely you would not abandon them.”

“My wife will be much better off without me - she’s never needed me. It’s always been the other way around,” he sighed, “she will get over me and find another. There is no child - it is not a concern.”

“And if there was?” despite not having told Omera about your recently discovered pregnancy, she must have put the pieces together. She was a mother as well after all.

“They would both be better off without me,” he insisted, “once we leave this place, I will ensure her safety and then I will make my own way.”

“That is as selfish as it is cruel,” the woman scoffed at him, “this is not the time to be a hero or a coward, or whatever you want to call it. She is your wife, she loves you more than anything, and yet you want to run simply because you’re scared.”

“It is…”

But you’d heard enough, feeling sick to your stomach as you turned on your heel and ran away, making a loud sound as you almost tripped over your feet. They surely knew you were there now.

“Cyare-” you heard Din call after you as you kept running, running, running. Just like he planned to do.

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“We’ll figure it out little one,” you whispered gently to your small bump, “even if it’s just the two of us. We’ll be okay - I will always protect you.”

“Cyare! Open the door!” Din’s voice was loud as he knocked on the door once he realized it was locked. You froze in fear before wiping away your tears and squaring your shoulders, “kriff, open the damned door. We need to talk.”

“Go away,” you sighed at him, feeling anything but in the mood to do this right now, “please just leave. What does it matter anyway? You were just going to do that anyway.”

“Don’t do this,” he said softly as you scoffed, “please let me explain. Please talk to me.”

“I heard what you said to Omera,” you told him, venom lacing your every word, “so you might as well just leave. That’s what you wanted, right? Tell me I’m wrong, Din. Tell me.”

“Open the door so we can talk,” he sounded almost defeated, and while you wanted to shut him out and have him feel the same hurt you had been experiencing, you wouldn’t - and couldn’t do that to him, “please, Cyare.”

Wordlessly, you walked to the door and slowly opened it, and turned around, your back to him. He quickly shut the door behind him, and within seconds, the beskar helmet was off and set on the table as he reached out for you. It was hard to contain your tears as you found him looking back at you with the same expression. 

“You hurt me Din,” you finally managed to say after a few moments, not even fighting back the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “and I know things have been hard, very hard for you, for us, but I’ve been trying and trying to get you to understand how much I love you and that we will be alright. But nothing seems to be working, and you just shut me out completely. I love you, Din, you’re my husband, my friend, my partner, but I don’t know what to do at this point.”

“I know,” he admitted as he hung his head in defeat, “I know I have not been good to you lately. With...everything that happened...it hurt me more than I thought it would.”

“And it’s okay to hurt,” you reminded him, “I’ve told you, and you’re not the only hurting. It hurt me too, and to see you like this hurts me too. But it will be okay - we will be okay. We’ll have our son again, and until then we have each other. I will always love, and nothing will change that.”

“I just...I don’t want to have something like this happen to you too,” he was sniffling now and despite the hurt and pain you were feeling, you reached up and put your hand on his cheek, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“And yet you were so ready to just up and leave me.” you laughed at lightly, understanding his internal dilemma, despite how much you wanted to be mad, “you should have just talked to me, Din.”

“I know,” he agreed, “I just...want to keep you safe. Always. You are the most important thing to me. I should have told you from the start…”

“Yeah,” you laughed lightly through your tears as he offered a pathetic little smile, “we can talk about anything, you know that. Always - the good and the bad. We’re in this together for life. Silly husband...you know where I’m safest, right?”

“Hmm?”

“At your side, with you,” you reminded him, “together we’re unstoppable and we can do anything. Look at all we’ve done so far, and we have so many things left to do. Together.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t just listen to you in the first place,” he took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I just...I got scared and I didn’t know if you’d…”

“Nothing can ever change how much I love you,” you reminded him, “nothing. You have me always. Through all the hard time and easy times, and everything in between. You are a good man, Din Djarin, and you’ve always done the right thing, even if it’s not easy. What we did was what we had to do, but it won’t always be like this, we both know that. I know it still hurts though but it will get easier. We know he’s in a good place, and when we see him again it will be like no time has passed.”

“I love you,” he whispered softly before he completely broke and pulled you into his warms, wrapping them tightly around you. It didn’t take more than a moment for you to respond in kind, holding him tightly as you pressed a few kisses to the side of his head, “thank you for not giving up on me. I know I’m not always the easiest man to deal with.”

“No, you are not,” you agreed, “but I love you beyond measure, just as you love me. I will never give up on you. You know that.”

“I do,” he promised as he pulled back and held your face in his hands before kissing you gently, letting his lips linger against yours, “I’ve always known that, even if I apparently didn’t realize it.”

“Silly husband,” you beamed at him. It was at that moment, seeing the soft look in those brown eyes that you adored that you decided to share your secret with him, “there’s one more thing, Din Djarin.”

“Hmm?” he hummed as you ghosted your lips over his.

“It’s not just me that adores you to the ends of the galaxy,” you gently took one of his hands and placed it on the small swell of your belly, “it’s the two of us.”

His eyes practically lit up at your words and the small bump he could feel. He looked at you, silently asking if it was real as you nodded. Unable to stop himself, he kissed you deeply, taking a moment to soak it all in, “we’re having a baby...us...we…”

“Yes,” you confirmed with a teary smile of your own, “we’re having a baby. And you know what else - this baby and I love you very, very much.”

“I love you,” he agreed, “a clan of three…”

“No,” you shook your head with a wistful smile as he realized what you meant, “a clan of four. Grogu will always be our son too, Din. He knows that too.”

“A clan of four,” he repeated as he squeezed you tightly, “I love you all so much.”

“And we love you, Din Djarin. Always."

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

hi lovie how r u? I dunno if u r taking requests, but maybe... I was thinking something where Javier starts to get a little bit cold towards y/n cos he saw horrible things that the narcos, pablo sicarios, did to some woman's relative to some other guys, including to Connie's cat and he's scared as hell they do something to y/n but when he realizes she's so sad and down, peña stars to show little acts of love in secrecy, like a note, one flower, a ring, just I don't know some angst and fluffy sorry for this long ass ask. thank you for your good posts ♡

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, flashbacks, trauma, mentions of sex

A/N: My friend and I have been talking about Javi a lot lately so you sent this at the perfect time! Thanks!

[Javier Peña masterlist]

“Are you coming to see me today?” you asked Javier over the phone. He looked around the office then lowered his voice.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He regretted it almost immediately.

“I haven’t seen you in a week, Javi,” you reminded him. It was becoming plainly obvious that he was trying to avoid you or at least distance himself from you. What had you done wrong?

“I’ve been...busy,” he said. It wasn’t exactly a lie but just a few weeks ago, he had made time to see you almost every day.

“Right,” you sighed. You looked at the bags of groceries you bought to make dinner for you and him tonight. “Whatever.”

Javier sighed loudly. “I’ll call you later. I-” You hung up before he could finish whatever it was he was going to say. He slammed the phone down on the receiver and put his head in his hands. “Fuck,” he whispered.

He knew getting involved with you was a bad idea and not because you weren’t good or anything like that. If anything, you were too good. Fucking perfect. You were his safe haven, his softness, his saving grace. And that was the problem. You saved him but what if he couldn’t save you? He had seen what could happen to you. If anyone wanted to hurt him, you’re the first person they would go after and he couldn’t have that. He experienced firsthand with someone he loved and, God, he couldn’t live through that again. So he had to leave you.

Because he loved you.

You stared at him in awe as he stood in front of you and told you this. Then you scoffed and turned away. It was all you could do to stop yourself from slapping him in his stupid, beautiful face.

“To protect me?” you repeated bitterly. “Just say that you don’t wanna be with me and stop using work as an excuse.”

“I’m not here to argue with you,” he said calmly.

“No, you’re only here to break my heart,” you snapped. “Well...you can go.”

“Okay but-”

“No! Just go...please.” You couldn’t look at him mostly because you were so angry but also because you didn’t want him to see the tears in your eyes. “I’m sure there’s a woman out there who will happily welcome you back into her bed.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he said and finally you whipped around to look at him.

“Fuck you, Javier.” You didn’t care if he saw the tears now. “If you’re being cold and indifferent to try and make this easier...fine. It worked. Get out. I never want to see you again.” You stormed away only to grab the pack of cigarettes he left on your table for when he came over. “Don’t forget these.” You threw the pack, hitting him directly in the face.

He scoffed and picked the cigarettes up then turned to the door. He stopped as if he was going to say something but then you heard the door close behind you and he was gone. Only when he was back in his car did he let his emotions show. His eyes filled with tears and he hit the steering wheel over and over again before putting his head against it. He tried lighting a cigarette but his hands shook so badly that it was impossible. Another burst of anger as he threw his lighter somewhere in his car.

He had to do it. Right? He had to. He couldn’t stand having another one of those dreams about finding Helena only for her to change into you when he got close enough.

There were plenty of nights where he would sit outside your place in his car just to make sure you got home okay. He was dreading the day he saw a man following you inside. He also wondered if you got any of the notes and gifts he left for you. This was the safest thing for now. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes when you found another note from Javier slipped under your door, another little gift for you on the table, and a bottle of your favorite wine. The first time it happened you could only laugh to yourself when you remembered that he still had a key to your place.

As always, you threw everything in the garbage.

Except for the notes. For some reason you couldn’t part with them. Maybe because they smelled like him--that faint smell of his soap mixed with the smell of his cigarettes. Maybe because when you read them you did so in his voice. That goddamn voice of his and how it could change so quickly. Sometimes it was sweet and welcoming with just enough rasp to give him that air of that bad boy type. Other times it was low and growly which was usually reserved for when he was inside you, talking dirty to you, calling you a bad girl but how you were so good for taking him so well.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip at the thought.

“Enough,” you said quietly, walking over to grab that unopened bottle of wine from the top of the trash.

Some nights you felt like you were being watched when you walked home from work but not in a threatening way. If Javier was watching you he kept himself hidden well because you could never find his car when you stopped to look for it.

You touched the necklace you wore as you turned the corner to your apartment and Javier watched. It made him sit up a bit when he noticed you were wearing it. He waited until he was sure you were settled down--he knew you had to ear dinner, shower, then watch a little television before you really got ready for bed.

Then he called.

“Hello.” You answered on the third ring like you always did. He didn’t know what to say. Hey, I’m sorry I was an idiot? Hey, I’ve been watching you come home every night like some creep? “Hello?” He could hear the slight annoyance in your tone.

“I-It’s me. It’s Javi,” he finally said.

“Oh...”

“Don’t hang up!” He added quickly.

“I want my key back,” you said.

“So you’ve been getting them?” he asked.

“Getting what?” You looked down at the necklace then touched it.

“The gifts I’ve been leaving you.” He looked up at your window and could see your silhouette through the curtains.

“I throw them all away,” you lied.

“I don’t blame you.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I miss you.”

You were quiet for a long time--afraid to speak because you knew what would happen if you did. “I miss you too,” you cried, sniffling quietly. Javier’s heart ached. He wanted nothing more than to run up those stairs and into your arms. But as soon as he closed his eyes he could only see you lying there, beaten and bloody, all because he couldn’t leave you alone.

“I’m gonna hold you again one day,” he said. “I promise. We’re both gonna get the fuck outta here...so far away. No one will be able to find us.” His throat tightened as his own tears threatened to spill over. “Look out the window...”

“What?”

“Just look out the window.” He looked up at your window just in time to see you carefully pull the curtains back slightly. “Hey hermosa.”

“Hey handsome,” you said tearfully.

“No llores,” he said although there was a tear rolling down his cheek now. “Please, don’t cry.”

“Promise me you’ll hold me again, you’ll kiss me again, you’ll make love to me again,” you cried.

“I promise. I swear to you.” He looked up and saw that you put your hand against the window so he put his against the car window. “I love you.”

“I love you too...you asshole.” You laughed through your tears and it made him smile.

“Goodnight,” he said quietly, not wanting to let you go.

“Goodnight, Javi.” You hung up and walked away from the window. It would hurt too much to watch him drive away.

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[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

12 Days of Christmas with Jack:Day 12/Finale

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x OC (written in the second person)

Rating:PG

Warnings: LOTS of kisses, time jump, big surprise, suggested themes ish (?), one bad word

Word Count:1,069 

Author’s Notes: Well it’s the end everyone! I enjoyed writing MY FIRST EVER series and I can’t believe I did it! Thank you thank you thank you to everyone for the love, support and feedback, it means more to me than you will ever know. A massive huge thanks to @clint-aww-no-barton​ for helping me with this series from beginning to end, it would not have happened without her and probably would not have been completed without her. I hope you all enjoy this last part which was a last minute idea change and I am so excited to share it! Thank you again everyone! Have a Merry Christmas if you celebrate and a Happy Holidays!!!!    

Part 11                                                   

                                                      *5 years later*

  You bounded down the steps of Jack’s home still in the pjs you had bought that year to match one another. You could smell the pancakes he was just setting on the island as you round the corner.

  “Merry Christmas darlin’!”

  “Merry Christmas my love.”

  You beamed a smile before looking up and letting out a laugh and a shake of your head. Your eyes feel back to Jack who gave you a eyebrow wiggle and a smirk before making his way to you and kissing you deeply right under the mistletoe he had hung there. Every single year he scattered them around the house just to make an excuse to kiss you as much as he wanted throughout the day. You truly didn’t mind it at all.

  You both took a seat and dug into breakfast before going to the kitchen to wash dishes together. You turned on some Christmas music which played loudly around the two of you. You both started to hum along then it turned into singing and the second the dishes were done Jack was grabbing you. He took your hand and spun you around as you sang to one another and danced around the kitchen to the music until you were both in a fit of laughter together.

  “I’m about to old to do all that,” Jack let out a breathe.

  “Oh hush Jack you are not,” you swatted at him playfully.

  During the dance Jack had conveniently moved you under another mistletoe. He cleaned his throat and you both looked up. You let out another laugh and shook your head before wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his lips to yours for a kiss. This one much deeper than the first which is usually how this would carry on throughout the day.

  “I’m going to go make us some cocoa and then we can open gifts,” you spoke after you pulled away.

  “Sounds perfect darlin’���

  You went back into the kitchen making yourself famous hot cocoa and smiling at the memory of the first time you had fixed it for Jack. You carried the crazy Christmas mugs you drank out of every single year since the first one to the living room and handed Jack his. You gazed up at the tree before sitting down next to him and seeing the ornament he had bought you the first year you were together. You smiled once again as the memory filled your mind for a moment before you turned to look at Jack.

  “Alright me first!!”

  You jumped up and went over the tree and pulled out two different boxes. You handed one to Jack and held on to the first.

  “Do this one first.”

  Jack took it and ripped the wrapping paper away before opening a plain, small cardboard box. He pulled out the small belt buckle flask that shined sliver and smiled. On the front it was engraved with his agent name for Statesman and on the back was a small heart and your initials.

  “For the super secret undercover missions and to just change it up a bit,” you shrugged and smiled at him.

  “I love it darlin’ thank you so much,” he leaned forward and gave you a kiss.

  “Okay this one I’m super excited for and I have no idea why I waited so long to get you one,” you handed him another similar sized box.

  He was again tore into it and when he opened the plain box to another one he looked up at you in a slight disbelief.

  “No darlin’ you didn’t have to do this.”

  “Jack I wanted to. I saved the money up all year for it so I promise it didn’t hurt me or anything. You deserve a nice one when you’re not having to wear your Statesman issued one.”

  Jack pulled out a Cartier Santos watch which was also the same silver finish as his flask. On the back engraved was,”Love you always-R.”

  “Darlin’ thank you, I love them both so much and I love you so much,” he leaned in and took your face in his hands before giving you another kiss.

  “Alright now for mine,” Jack stood and grabbed a flat gift before handing it to you.

  You began to tear into the paper and pulled it away to expose a picture the two of you had taken on your first Christmas together in front of Jack’s tree. The frame that surrounded it was beautiful and you smiled to yourself as you brushed over the picture with your fingers.

  “Jack I...” you looked up and stopped dead.

  Jack was on his knee looking at you with such love. Your hands flew over your mouth and the tears sprung into your eyes.

  “Ryder I knew that first Christmas that you were it for me. I fell so hard and so fast it took me by surprise. I was so scared that it wasn’t going to happen or something bad was going to happen again and I think that’s why it took me so damn long to do this and I’m so sorry for that darlin’. Ryder will you please do me the honor and marry me?” Jack finished tears had gathered in his eyes as well and he was doing everything not to get choked up.

  “Oh Jack, my love, I would want absolutely nothing more,” you smiled so big you swore your face was going to break.

  Jack opened the ring box and the most beautiful ring stared back at you. Your hands were trembling along with Jack’s as he pulled it out and slipped it on your finger. You looked it over before wrapping your arms around Jack’s neck who was still on the floor and you fell to your knees in front of him and kissed him deeply.

  “I love you so much Jack Daniels.”

  “Oh darlin’ I love you so much too. Thank you for what you did to me all those years ago. When I fell in love with Christmas I fell in love with you.” 

  You stared at Jack with all the love you had in you. Christmas had always been special to you but now it meant even more. Neither you or Jack would ever have to spend another Christmas alone all thanks to a 12 days of Christmas list and a bit of Christmas spirit.

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[amomentsescape]

I always imagine that after Tony makes Michael the new leader of the Avengers and half inheritor of his fortune. He would take him to California to finally make amends with his "cursed" family and free them of the house (Yes, I believe he still got powers but there aren't dark anymore) and also he hears that there's a camp who got ghost in there trapped for almsot 30 years and thisis how he get to know his new friends. Xavier and Montana were his BFF. And thanks to Tony they got new identities.

A/N: I’m not the proudest of this one. There were a lot of timelines and situations to include, but I wasn’t able to get as detailed as I wanted. It would have become an actual novel if I had. I still hope this is up to par. 

Warnings?: A few bad words if you look hard.

Saved (Avenger! Michael Langdon)

Tony gently placed a hand on Michael’s shoulder in hopes of bringing some amount of comfort to him.

It was hard for the boy to even look at the house before him, nonetheless actually step inside.

The Murder House.

It held so many memories for him, most of them being bad ones. But he knew what had to be done. He owed it to the spirits living in that house to finally set them free.

He forgave his ghostly father a long time ago for everything he had said and done. Michael still felt some amount of guilt for putting his grandmother through what he did as well.

He tried to ease his thoughts a bit. He knew the witches had already paid a visit to the house before he did. He also knew that they could have spread assumptions about him that were no longer accurate.

But even if they hated him for an eternity after, he knew that he would feel at ease for finally freeing them of this cursed house.

“Father,” Michael finally spoke out, “I think this should be a mission I go into alone.”

Tony looked over quickly as if to argue otherwise, but the look on Michael’s face told him that his decision was final.

Tony simply let his hand drop from his son’s shoulder, giving him a slight nod.

“If anything goes wrong, I’ll be there in an instant.”

Michael gave his father a smile, eventually shifting his gaze back to the house. 

With a slight raise of his hand, he transported himself inside the building.

The moment his feet met the ground, he noticed the familiar gazes of his family, plus a few faces that he didn’t quite recognize.

“Michael,” someone spoke quietly.

And there before him was the one he used to called his grandmother. Her voice sunk deep, the feelings of past disappointment and fear washing back up inside of him.

She reached out and placed her hand on his face. The cold contact sent a chill down his spine as he thought back to a time that seemed so far away.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

Constance shook her head, dropping her hand down.

Michael let out a deep sigh.

“I’m here to set you free,” he whispered.

Tony watched as a teenage boy and girl ran out of the house, hand-in-hand. The boy had a smile etched into his face, and the girl continuously let out small giggles of pure bliss.

Tony looked back to the home and watched many more figures walk out. Their eyes were glossed over with a happiness that they had almost forgotten.

And finally, once everyone cleared out, Michael took a step into the sun. His hand was placed on the shoulder of a woman.

Tony knew who she was almost instantly.

She looked around, her gaze lifting up towards the sky. 

Her face was unreadable, and her hands shook slightly as she reached for the boy’s arm.

“This house had always been my home- my life.”

Michael looked to her as she spoke. His mouth quirked up into a small smile.

“You get a chance at a new one, Grandma.”

She turned to him quickly, pulling him into a sudden hug.

A few more words were shared before she walked off the property, giving Tony a slight nod of her head and a smile.

Michael finally reached Tony, a satisfied look on his features.

“How do you feel, Son?”

The younger man let out a soft chuckle, running his hand through his hair.

“Perfect. Everyone finally gets what they should have received a long time ago.”

Tony gave a strong pat to Michael’s back.

“As old as this house is, I expected more people to leave,” he responded.

Michael let his smile drop a bit, thinking over his reply.

“There was.” He paused for a moment. “There are spirits still in that house that shouldn’t be allowed to leave.”

He turned to his father.

“I did what I could for the ones that deserved it. But there are some that even I can’t help,” he finished.

Tony turned back to the house, seeing a few faces within the windows of the desolate building.

“As a hero, we have to make decisions. Some will be easy, some will be difficult. Our job is to protect, and sometimes that means choosing a decision that hurts others,” Tony responded lightly.

Michael relaxed at this, considering what was being said.

Before he could reply, Tony continued on.

“There’s another place. The souls are no less innocent, but they have found themselves in the same situation as these ones did. I know you feel that empathy towards their pain.”

Michael felt his jaw tighten as he looked to the ground. He knew what had to be done. Even if some of the spirits had done wrong, it would only be fair to release the ones that didn’t- the ones who did nothing but good in their lives.

Michael took a deep breath in.

“Well, then what are we waiting for?”

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The abandoned camp was different, to say the least.

The amount of spirits there was enough stress alone. Not to mention, Michael came face to face with his literal doppelgänger- a doppelgänger in tight shorts.

“I told you, Montana! I knew I should have grown out my hair,” Xavier spoke, motioning to Michael.

The blonde next to him rolled her eyes. 

“It wouldn’t have done much considering you’re dead.”

Xavier simply scoffed back at her.

Michael spoke up, trying to end the argument before it started.

“I’m sorry. You said you’ve been trapped here since... when, exactly?”

Chet stepped up before Montana could respond.

“Since the fucking 80′s, man.”

“Oh! Do you have a phone? The one with the touchy glass?” Montana jumped in, excitement in her eyes.

Tony put up his hand in an attempt to silence them.

“You can get your own touchy glass phone once we get you all out of here.”

They were already told about finally being released, but there were still some problems that hadn’t been worked out yet. 

Montana laughed.

“All of us? Even Ramirez? Aren’t you guys supposed to be superheroes or something? Releasing Ramirez is practically asking for Satan himself,” she laughed dryly at her own comment. “Oh, and good luck keeping him here too. If it wasn’t for us, he would have upped and left by now.”

Michael could only stand there and think. 

They were right. That man was a psychopath taken over by an evil being that was once Michael’s father. And now that Satan knew his “son” was there, he would only allow Ramirez to bring even more wrath to the world.

He looked to Tony, only to be met with the soft eyes that he was afraid of seeing. Tony knew what had to be done, and so did Michael.

He had promised himself that he would never do such a thing again. But there were some promises that just had to be broken.

Michael began to walk past the small group of ghosts, making his way to the evil presence that he could sense.

“And where the fuck does he think he’s going?” Montana spat out in disbelief. “That boy is asking for a death sentence.” 

Tony just let out a slight chuckle. 

“He can handle himself.”

It didn’t take long for him to do what he had to. 

Ramirez immediately charged at him once he awoke from his dead slumber. Michael sent the two guys keeping watch off to meet the others, leaving them alone.

Before Ramirez could even touch Michael however, he was thrown back to the deteriorating wall by an unseen force, struggling to get his feet back on the ground.

He began to laugh wickedly, his dark eyes meeting Michael’s outstretched hand.

“I see you made an offer to the Devil as well,” he said hoarsely. 

Michael simply shook his head, his stomach twisting in knots.

He had to do it.

“Not the Devil,” Michael finally spoke, “my father.”

And with a sudden twist of his hand, Ramirez went up in flames. 

Before the fire had completely engulfed him, Michael saw the slight look of shock on his face.

Burning Ramirez wasn’t going to be enough alone. Michael knew he had to destroy his soul as well, sending him to where he belonged.

He was going to get his own personal Hell, one that he would never escape.

Eventually, the serial killer was nothing more than ashes, and Michael was free to head back.

Releasing the rest of the spirits wasn’t difficult.

They wanted to leave, and so they did.

The only ones that didn’t immediately take off were Xavier, Montana, and Trevor. They could only thank Michael, repeating over and over how grateful they were for finally being released.

However, they had nowhere to go. They had each other, and that was about it. 

Michael turned to Tony for some type of suggestion, and with a kind smile, Tony offered them a life they couldn’t refuse.

Montana and Trevor were given the opportunity to open up their own studio, coaching a wide array of members. Surprisingly, they really enjoyed teaching their own spin class, making every Friday an 80′s theme.

And Tony helped Xavier get his own acting portfolio. With a new name and a clean slate, he was free to start his career without any prior baggage. Plus, he so happened to love the current trends making their way in social media (he’s a big fan of Instagram).

But the one thing that the three former ghosts appreciated most was the family bond they formed with Tony and Michael.

They all became incredibly close, and they planned on visiting each other frequently.

He may not have saved their lives, but he gave them a new one. And for that, they were eternally grateful.

[smokahuntis]

Are You Okay?

Are you okay?

Paring : Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Prompt: “This is definitely gonna fucking hurt.” “If you say another word, I’ll shut you up myself.”

Warning: blood, needles, sexual tension

Summery: Obi-Wan hates the MedBay so he goes to his favorite nurse directly

It was late, to late for him to be asking her for this. Much to late for him to ask her to clean blood off him, or stitch up his wound. But he couldn’t help it, he’d do anything not to go to that damn MedBay and sit there for ever over a few simple cuts and burns. Plus he hadn’t seen her in weeks, they were always to busy for each other.

As he clutched his cloak tightly across his body with one hand, the other came up to knock on her door. He leaned against the well as we waited for her, groaning in pain as did. A few minutes went by and he was about to turn and leave, figuring she was already asleep; when she opened the door.

Robe barely covering her as she held it together, her hair falling from its long braid. Her eyes were tired and her hands were shaky, he addressed her situation before his, you know, like a gentleman.

“Are you okay?” He asked standing, groaning as he did so. She took in his figured, his cloak was ripped and shredded at the ends. His hand the held his side has blood seeping threw the cracks between his fingers. His white tunics ruined by dust and ash alike.

“Are you?” She asked before pulling him in, she was now fully awake as she moved him to the dinning table setting him down on it. Looking over his pained figure.

“Take off everything covering what I need to see...” she said before walking out of the room to get her medical supply. She was the best medic the Jedi order had, specially since she herself was a Jedi. But she was never made for combat or violence, she had an ability only few had and that’s why most didn’t even know she was Jedi. They couldn’t take the chance of the Sith taking her, using her. The thought hurt Obi-Wan, hurt his souls to think of what they could do to her.

He did what she said and removed his cloak and top, till he was just left in his pants. He hadn’t really looked at his wounds until then, having to peel the tunic from his body and tearing open what had scabbed around the edges, it made him groan out.

“Is everything okay?” She asked from the room she was in, his groans worried her and he knew it.

“Yea I’m fine, I’m fine... these are just a little worse then I thought.” She started to walk back into the room not looking at him as she payed attention to caring the box of medical supply.

“What do you mea-... oh my stars....” she said with out thinking as she good in his toned figure, tanned from training in the court yard and sweaty from his mission.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think it was that bad...” he said grabbing his cloak but she stopped him and say hi mom back down setting the box of supply next to him.

“It’s not that Obi-Wan, I can take care of these I promise.” She said smiling at him kindly.

“Then what?” He asked chuckling at her reddened face. When she didn’t answer it clicked. “Oh... oh?” He said looking at her.

“ oh shut up, “ she rolled her eyes. “I should have never fueled that dumb ego of yours...” she said bringing a wet rag down to clean him off. She was used to cleaning blood from him but usually his arms or sometimes his legs, she never really took care of his torso, those were always MedBay situations. She shook her head as she cleaned him off, the cool rag running down his skin caused a small barley Audible groan of satisfaction, but she heard it.

“Obi-Wan” she said giving him a stern glance from her focus on his chest.

“What, I can’t help your hands feel so go-“

“If you say another word, I’ll shut you up myself” she said looking at him causing him to move two of his fingers over his mouth in a ‘Zip’ motion. She chuckled and went back to washing him off, the once white rag had turned red and dark in places, but she was almost done.

She barely had to move for the rag to float away and land in the sink, the water turning on as well to rinse it. It always fascinated him how well she used the force, like it was the simplest thing for her. She could bend things and energy to her will like it was nothing, emotions change in her grasp with ease. She was so much like her older brother, Qui-Gon, that obi-wan felt wrong liking her like he does. Qui-Gon was like his father and for a long time (y/n) was like a sister to him, that was until they found what she could do and became a Padawan herself. She was one of the strongest Jedi he knew, yet she was not made for battle, she was fragile like a youngling, yet strong like Yoda.

“What are you thinking about Obi-Wan?” She asked as she wrapped a bandage around his arm securely making sure it’s not to tight. Her eyes glanced up and met his beautiful blue ones, she could have swore he put Kyber crystals in them with how beautiful they are. She always Adored him, he was truly handsome, and kind. Sometimes she thought he was just kind because her brother was his master, of because she was a healer. His kindness was one of her favorite things about him, but another thing she loved about him was the way he looked when he was deep in thought. His eyebrows would furrow together and he’d bite the inside of his lip, his eyes would get real intense like he was about to fight someone, like now, he was doing it all now as he looked at her.

“You remind me so much of your brother.” He said and she giggled.

“Are you saying I’m a man?” She asked looking at him then down at the large cut on the side of his rib cage, pulling out a large needle from her med kit. He was to focused on her to see it.

“No, I didn’t, no I meant that-“ obi-was stuttered over his words trying to recover.

“I know what you meant Obi...” she said looking at him with a small smile, before wiping down the spot where she is going to put the bacta shot, still distracting him with conversation. “But is anyone is like my brother it’s you, you’re so kind and strong, he’d be so proud of you Obi-Wan.” She could see the blush that covered his face. “But I hate to break it to you, but” his eyes finally caught what she was doing and before he could protest she spoke up. “This is definitely gonna fucking hurt.”

Sticking the needle into his arm and pushing the blue liquid into his veins so he can heal faster. He groaned out and bit his lip to try and be quieter. She chuckled before finishing, and pulling it out laying it aside and rubbing the small hole it created.

“Why do you have to do that...” he said his head falling back, he hated needles, specially bacta needles, because even tho they help a lot it stung like hell. She smiled and rubbed it before bandaging.

“Don’t be such a youngling.” She said kissing it lightly, “there, does that help?” His eyes found hers again as she did that, he didn’t know why but that small motion made him want her lips on his, he chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Yea, yea it did.” He said and she chuckled before beginning to stitch up his side, his head fell back again, staring at the ceiling. They fell into silence again as she took care of him. Before she finished the knot of the stitching, she spoke again, kind and calm.

“I meant what I said... he’d be proud of you...” she looked up at him again and she laid the bandage down over it so it wouldn’t tear. He looked down at her searching her eyes for any sign of a lie or disbelief. He found nothing but love in her eyes as she looked at him, his brows furrowed not used to the warm feeling he felt in his chest.

The tension between the two of them had never been so thick, and he had never wanted to break it more. His couldn’t help himself as her name slipped from his lips, thick and sweet like honey. It was so low it was almost a moan.

“(Y/n)...” it came out more as a plead then he wanted. He didn’t even know what he was asking for, but when she nodded his hands came up gripping her face and pulling her into a tender kiss. Her hands moved onto his neck, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. It was breathtaking, love spreading, and beautiful.

As they pulled away there breathes were short and heavy, lips grazing each other as he spoke.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that”

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summary: Another meeting is being held to discuss the arrangements for you to spend a few days with NCT. Taeyong sees the album with pictures of your shared childhood and will he say yes to Junmyeon’s proposal?

word count: 7k

pairing: multiple members of EXO x fem!reader & NCT x fem!reader

tags/warnings: Mafia AU, any kind of weapon tbh, character death, mention of blood, angst, mention of loss, descriptive death and fighting, smut, kidnapping, stealing, hacking, Stockholm syndrome. mention of BTS , NCT and GOT7

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Your name: submit What is this?

‘Rise and shine sunshine’ the voice whispers as it hovers above me. I feel the warm breath on my face as it wakes me from my slumber. Even though my eyes are closed I knew the person is hovering above me.

‘Mmm, Minseok’ I moan, ‘just five more minutes’. While turning around I hear the person scoff above me. I stopped to lay on my shoulder and I feel the heat flush to my cheeks, that didn’t sound like Minseok. ‘Did she really just mistake me for Minseok or is it just her sleep talking?’ the voice above me speaks to what I assumed would be himself.

I move my hand from under my blanket and move it up to press against his chest. My fingers slowly trail upwards, reaching his neck and finally his cheek. ‘Go away Baekhyun’ I mutter, pushing against his cheek. The force caused him to stumble backwards, and due to his weird position on my bed he stumbles off.

The loud thud echoes through my room and shortly after another scoff reaches my ears. ‘You think you can just throw me off like this, you little-’ Baekhyun starts but gets cut off by another voice, ‘step aside’. I hear another pair of footsteps move towards me, and not much later something flowing? Like liquid?

Before I am able to respond the cold water hits my body, and I jump up. I sputter the water out while clutching my chest, the cold water surprising me. When I finally look up to the person above me there’s a bucket blocking my path, but I can get a very clear look of Baekhyun. Who’s laughing loudly as he tries to get up from the floor.

Finally the bucket moves, and Chanyeol’s annoyingly handsome face comes into view. ‘Fuck you!’ I scream, throwing the blanket off my body and exposing my legs to the cool air. ‘That’s so cold!’ I continue, now punching Chan’s stomach. He simply smirks now at me as he lets me hit his chest, it obviously not hurting him as much I had hoped.

So I stop and get off the bed, Chanyeol barely giving me any space to walk past him as I stomp towards the door. The taller man now also joins in on the laughing as he watches me, drenched in water, walk out the door and into the hallway. There are eyes on me as I walk into the living room and to the kitchen.

‘What happened to you?’ Kris asks from the dinner table. As my eyes turn to him and watch him take in my figure, I realise this may have been a bad idea. I walked out here in one of the boy’s big oversized shirt I had stolen, bralette underneath and panties. Standing here wearing thisI suddenly feel naked, especially in front of the people that had seen what was underneath.

Minseok, Yixing and Junmyeon also look at me, the latter’s eyes wide as they meet mine. He tries to make sure his eyes don’t trail down my body, but as I walk into the kitchen I can feel his eyes on my figure. He obviously knows I can feel it but he doesn’t stop as he watches me, before his eyes finally trail back up to my eyes.

‘Where do you keep your knifes?’ I ask, turning to look at Minseok. ‘What?’ Yixing cuts in surprised.

‘Two drawers to your left-’ Minseok points out, and I see Kris giving him a shove. I expected the younger man to curse at him, but instead he helps me. ‘You should grab the ones on your right, they are much bigger’.

‘It will make for a much faster kill’ Kyungsoo joins in as he walks into the living room, sitting down next to the oldest member. ‘Yes but a smaller knife will make it hurt more, and you’ll be able to draw it out for longer’ Minseok exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘Of course not, even with a kitchen knife you can cut into the vital organs’ Yixing cuts in.

Junmyeon looks on in confusion as he watches the others discuss killing methods. ‘Please just use the bucket instead’ he finally says to me, pointing to the bucket right next to me. ‘Fine’ I mutter back, making sure he just heard me. I’ll give that tall shit a taste of his own medicine.

I heard the man mutter a ‘thank you’ as he nods at me. ‘So what are we going for, the big or the smaller knif- .. why are you holding the bucket?’ Kris now asks turning their conversation back to me.

‘I’m filling it up’ I state, turning on the water before holding the bucket underneath it. ‘Yes, I can see that’ he groans, ‘but why?’. ‘I don’t think Tao would like me very much if I made him clean up blood this early in the morning’ I shrug, letting the bucket fill all the way up.

‘Sounds about right’ the man himself speaks as he walks around the corner. I take note of how tired he looks as he sits down next to Kris, and opposite of Minseok. ‘Why are you wet?’ he asks, now looking over at me. I turn off the facet and grab the bucket, lifting it up to rest on my hip.

‘A question I ask myself every day’ I smirk at him as I walk past him and as I walk around the corner I hear Junmyeon choke on a drink I didn’t know he had. ‘Jesus christ’ Kyungsoo sounds annoyed, as I can practically see him rubbing his forehead.

As I walk over to the stairs I hadn’t heard the footsteps walking towards me, and finally my target rounds the corner. His eyes are on his sidekick as he walks towards me, still unaware of the bucket.. or me.

Baekhyun however did notice me, and he yelps as he sees me. Chanyeol quickly turns to look at me, his eyes growing wide as they fall on the bucket. He mutters a curse word as he tries to turn around, but my arms were already moving forward as the water spills over and hits him in the face, taking Baekhyun down with him.

Both men stand there gaping in surprise as they acknowledge the cold water on their body. It wasn’t as cold as my shower, but it was good enough. Chanyeol rubs his eyes before opening them, looking down at me. ‘You’re dead’ are the words I hear before I twist around and run away. I know where to go, so I quickly run back to the dinner table.

Chanyeol’s footsteps echo behind he as he sprints after me, trying to get to me first. But luckily for me I had already gotten a head start, so I run into Minseok’s arms. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me up on his lap, not caring that my clothes were making him wet. I feel him shift for a moment before an unbuckling sound is heard, and he places a gun on the table.

His fingers trail over it as he tilts his head and turns to look at Chanyeol, who stopped at the other end of the table. ‘Give her to me’ he snarls and Minseok lets out a small laugh in disbelief. ‘Are you ordering me around? It thought it was supposed to be the opposite’.

‘Just give me the girl Minseok’ the taller man continued as I noticed Baekhyun walk up next to us. He wringed out his shirt as he stopped next to me, making me turn my head to look at him. He smiled before patting the top of my head, ‘that was a good one, well done’. His compliment made me smile back at him before nodding a thanks.

‘That girl has a name’ another voice suddenly called out, surprising not only me but also others at the table. ‘And you will start using her name, if I as much as think you are disrespecting my wishes I swear Chanyeol-’. ‘Junnie’ I cut off the leader, who hadn’t expected me to use the name as he stopped midsentence and turned to me.

‘Calm down, he’s just playing around. Right Chanyeol?’ I assured Junmyeon as my eyes moved to the other, who simply nodded before looking away. ‘Are you going to take NCT’s shit too?’ Tao spoke up and the room grew quiet.

For a moment I thought about my answer. ‘Wasn’t I supposed to get nice and cosy with them?’ I asked, and even though I already knew the answer I grinned at the response I was getting.

‘Hell no’.

‘I’m starting to seriously rethink my choices now’.

‘If they as much as look in your direction I will lose my shit’. The responses came from multiple directions and to my surprise none were from Minseok. But after the words had left my mouth I felt his grip on me tighten, given me all the response I needed.  

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‘When do you want to get started for training?’ Kyungsoo’s voice reached my ears as I took another bite of my breakfast. I shrugged at his question, ‘as soon as possible’.

‘Ok, so let’s go then’ he spoke as he got up from his chair. I looked up from my plate with wide eyes and watched him grab his plate and walk into the kitchen. ‘What, right now? I’m eating, and I’m not even properly dressed’ I exclaimed as I looked down at my clothes.

After the little water fight with Baekhyun and Chanyeol I had changed into some dry clothes, but they definitely weren’t sports clothes. All I was wearing were some slippers, some jeans and I simple tightfitting shirt. ‘You won’t get to pick what you wear in a fight either, so hurry up’, his words came out with a sigh as he once again passed me.

‘Go, I’ll come check up on you later’ Junmyeon assured me, tapping my shoulder and motioning for me to go after my teacher. ‘Just to make sure he doesn’t kill you’ I heard Yixing whisper to himself as I finally got up from my chair and ran to go after Kyungsoo.

I ran over to him before coming back to a walk as he turned to look at me. ‘Before we start I want to explain something’ he started, while walking to the elevator at the end of the hall. I had never been to the training room before, and considering I had seen most of the rooms in this house I really had no idea where it was. 'First of all, I won't go easy on you just because you're a woman or because we're friends'.

As we came to a stop in front of the elevator and he pressed the call button he continued, ‘second of all whenever anyone trained with me there has always been a.. safe word’. A small snicker left my lips, but as Kyungsoo narrowed his eyes at me I realized he wasn’t kidding. So I stopped my snicker midway and asked, ‘so what’s your safe word?’.

‘Pineapples’. The elevator doors finally opened and the both of us walked inside, ‘why pineapples?’ the question left my lips before I could stop it but luckily he didn’t seem to mind as he shrugged. ‘Not sure, I just don’t like them’.

Kyungsoo pressed a red button on the panel, and a small screen lid up. He clicked on something on his phone before a QR code popped up and he showed it to the screen. The elevator doors closed and finally the elevator went.. down?

Was there a basement? I knew there was the garage, but I was sure that was all there was. ‘Where the hell even is this room?’ I asked, as Kyungsoo put his phone back in his pocket. ‘Watch your language, and it’s next to the garage. You just need the code to get in, which is why you’ve never seen it before’ as the words reached my ears I scoffed and looked around the elevator.

‘It’s also where we store all our gear’ he spoke and as if on cue the doors opened. If I were to die today, this would be my kind of heaven.

This place was surprisingly big, and wow did they have a lot of gear. In the middle of the room they had practically set up a boxing ring, without the ring and just the mats but whatever. Two entire walls were covered and I mean covered in guns. The third wall was filled with other equipment, which was probably all meant for Sehun as even from here I could see the computers and other gadgets. The fourth and final wall, seemed to be one of those walls the police had in interrogation rooms as you could see through it. But on the other side was the garage, and I had been in the garage before but I’ve never seen this.

‘Wow’ I muttered out and my mouth fell open as I walked out of the elevator, leaving Kyungsoo to go wherever. My eyes moved around the room before they finally fell on a door, which seemed to be leading into the garage. This door I had seen before, but I had never try to open it as I had never been in the garage alone. However, to get inside this room that door probably also needed the code.

I could see myself spending my spare time here, as these guys even had a “small” shooting range set up. ‘This is ridiculous, how have I never been here before?’ I asked, my eyes moving to Kyungsoo, who stepped on the mat before turning to me. ‘Because Junmyeon didn’t want you down here’ he admitted and I couldn’t help but scoff.

‘Please take me to this room more often, I could’ve been spending my time learning how to shoot, but instead all I can do is watch movies and play games with Sehun’ part of what I said was a lie, considering I already knew how to shoot. But I would’ve liked to spend my time here instead, shooting was something you needed to keep doing to keep your skills and I couldn’t help but wonder how bad mine had gotten.

As I walked over to the mat Kyungsoo kicked off his slippers, and motioned for me to loose mine too. I slipped them off before hopping on the, not all too high, mat. ‘So, what do you want to start with?’ I asked, before looking around the room once more. I now also realized that this room had no camera’s, which was probably another reason Junmyeon didn’t want me in here.

I moved to turn to face Soo again when I felt a pain in my heels and my feet were kicked out from underneath me. Immediately I fell to the floor and hit the mat. ‘Jes- What the fuck Kyungsoo!’ the words echoed through the room as I pushed myself up on my knees.

‘Focus’ he simply spoke and as I looked his way I saw his take a step towards me, before he pulled his knee up and his foot came swinging towards me. Quickly I lifted up my arm to block his leg, cringing at the pain as he kicked my arm. Due to my blocking it, wasn’t enough to make me stumble back but it would definitely be leaving a mark.

Kyungsoo seemed surprised at my sudden block, so I used this to my advance and grabbed him arm to throw him over me. He landed on the floor next to me as he rolled to his side, his back facing me. I took his surprise to get up from the floor and face him again, before getting into the right stance.

The man let out a breathy laugh before getting up from the floor. ‘Good job’ he spoke while matching my stance. My fists were up, to protect my face, as I watched him look me up and down. ‘Your stance is right, who did you say taught you this again?’, he asked before pacing around the mat. As he went in a circle I matched him movements, making sure I was always opposite of him.

‘My dad’ I answered, and raised my back a little pretending to start telling something. Kyungsoo took this as an opportunity and swung his fist forward.

Luckily for me, this was the exact reaction I had hoped to get. So I took a step back and let his arm swing in front of me. Quickly I grabbed his arm and brought my hand down on his side, not wanting to hit him in the face. His face cringed at the impact but he barely showed any pain as he grabbed my arm holding him and threw me down to the floor.

My eyes closed from the impact, thinking he’d let me get up. However, as I opened my eyes I quickly realized the opposite as I saw his hand come down to my throat. His grip was strong on me, making sure to push down on my windpipe and cancel my breathing.

I moved my hands up to try and push his wrist away but it was practically impossible, he was a lot stronger than me. For a moment I thought about quitting and hitting the mat, but it wasn’t an option – not yet at least.

Out of instinct my body reacted and I lifted my knee upwards, hitting him in the stomach. Kyungsoo groaned from the unexpected impact and lessened his grip on my throat a bit. I used his pain to my advantage and pushed my elbow into his neck. He fell backwards from the impact, giving me time to breath as I turned around and crawled to the edge of the mat.

Kyungsoo laid on his side for a moment as he caught his breath. Both of us were clearly holding back as this was only sparring, if this would’ve been a real fight either one of us would have died already.

‘God that hurt’, Kyungsoo moaned out while still holding his side, ‘how is your neck?’.

‘You’ll be the one explaining why there are fingerprints around my neck’ I exclaimed, my fingers softly moving around the sore skin. ‘Sorry, maybe I was too rough with you’ he admitted as I sat up straight and turned to look at him.

‘It’s fine really, I’m used to a little rough’, I hadn’t meant for it to sound so dirty but the moment the words left my mouth Kyungsoo let out a laugh. ‘Oh I know’.

I stayed quiet for a moment, not quite realizing what he had meant. But when I did I matched his laugh, ‘I didn’t mean it like that’. I face palmed myself before my breath caught in my throat, how would he know?

‘What do you mean you know?’ I chirped up and I quickly noticed Kyungsoo’s eyes growing wide before coughing a bit. ‘Dear God, did you hear us as well?’ I continued, now making him look up with an ever more surprised look on his face. ‘Excuse me? Who heard you and why would I be able to hear you?’

‘I don’t know, I swear I’m not that loud! And I don’t know Sehun was next door I suppose, and he said he had heard us’ I explained, thinking back to a few moments in bed. I wasn’t that loud.. Right?

Kyungsoo let out a sigh, ‘Sehun heard you? That poor boy, but yes the walls are very thin here’. I nodded in affirmation, ‘yes, I’ve been made aware of that now’.

‘But how would Sehun hear you and Chanyeol? They’re on different floors’ Kyungsoo asked and before I could stop it a loud laugh left my lips. ‘Wow, I’ve never had sex with Chanyeol I meant Minseok, where would you even get that from?’.

‘From no one really, he just looks at you in this way.. So I just figured that, I don’t you.. That you guys were a thing I guess’ he explained as he slowly started getting up from the floor. I easily matched his movements, thinking he was going to strike again. ‘No, we definitely aren’t a thing’.

‘Does he know that? Chanyeol may pretend to be an ass Y/N but he’s been through a lot, he’s just a little baby under all those layers’ Kyungsoo explained and suddenly I felt bad, I had been mean to him these past couple of days. Well maybe not mean, but I tried to avoid him and only now I was realizing it was bothering him. It was bothering him so much that he had snuck into my room to wake me up, and used a bucket to cover it up as a prank.

Or maybe I was just overthinking this..

‘I’ll talk to him later, are we going to continue this or what?’ I asked as I finally got up to stand straight. ‘No, we’re done here. If I give you any more bruises Junmyeon will end me’ he shook his head at the possibility before turning away.

‘I could always give you a few bruises to match mine’ as the words filled the room in reached for his wrist, before wrapping my fingers around the flesh. Kyungsoo looked down at my hand for a moment before grabbing my wrist and bring it up to his face. ‘I could snap your bones with a simple flick, you need to eat more. You’re an easy target now’.

A small smirk formed on my lips as I leaned in close, making Kyungsoo’s eyes scan over my face to try and see what I was going to do. ‘Which is why I need a good distraction’ I smiled and quickly his eyes grew wide again. Kyungsoo was flung down on the floor as I used the same move he had before. He landed next to me with his back on the floor as he looked up at me.

I turned around, ready to walk away when I heard him speak up behind me. ‘You can’t distract someone when you are just as easily distracted’. Again I felt a pain in my heels before my feet were kicked out from under me.

As soon as I hit the ground I felt the man beside me move, and before I knew it he was on top of me. His hands and knees rested on either side of me as he hovered over me. This was probably the same stance he had before, but only now I was so aware of how close he was.

‘If a person grabs your throat, start looking for a weak spot. For a man they can be quite obvious like-’ he started but cut himself off with a groan as I elbowed him in the chin. As his balance was off due to the impact I moved to turn the both of us around.

Unlike him I actually sat on top of him, my knees were on either side of him as practically rested on his lap. One of my hands pushing down on his chest, to hold him down as the other rested beside his head. I watched him cough for a moment before finally looking up at me.

‘You’re going to be the death of me like this, I was trying to explain something’ he started as his hands moved down to my knees. They rested there for a moment as he continued his earlier explanation. Unfortunately for me I was too busy focused on other things, my mind could only think about how warm his hands felt on my skin.

And I could only think about how damned good he looked like this. His hair was pretty much ruined from our sparring, but even the small trace of sweat on his forehead looked so good. The way his skin looked so nice in this light and especially his lips.

I had thought about his lips before, especially kissing them but I had back then decided to not act upon those thoughts. I couldn’t do that, we were friends. He most likely didn’t even like me like that. My thoughts were pulled from me when I felt his hands trail up a bit before pinching the skin on my left leg.

When I looked down his eyes were still on mine. ‘Did you even listen to any of what I just said?’ he asked, his fingers now slowly moving to trace figures on my legs. ‘No I was too busy thinking about things I shouldn’t do’ I shrugged as I moved my hips against his in a way to try and get off of him. Suddenly his hands pushed down on my legs, preventing me from getting up. ‘Like what?’ as the words left his mouth I was sure he knew exactly what I had been thinking. He was even smirking up at me a little, how did he even know? For a moment I thought about coming up with a little lie and getting off him to leave, but maybe this was my only chance. Maybe after today things would be different. But that was something I’d worry about later, I thought before the next words left my mouth. ‘This’ I simply spoke before leaning down and pressing my lips to him. I thought I felt Kyungsoo stiffen a bit, but that must have been my imagination because he was quick to surprise me by returning the kiss. One of his hands moved up from my leg to press into the back of my neck. He held me in place as I moved my hand out from next to his head to lean down on my arm. When I felt his tongue swipe over my lips I opened my mouth to give him access. He easily pushed his tongue into my mouth before moving to sit up a bit. The hand on my leg now moved to rest on my waist, his fingers digging into the material of my clothing. My hand seemed to be thinking on its own as it slowly started moving down from its spot on his chest. The metal of his belt felt cold against my fingers, but as soon as I tugged on it I heard a sound from beside me. Kyungsoo seemed to hear it too, because the both of us quickly pulled apart as we heard the elevator ding. I rolled off him and moved to sit opposite of him. The elevator doors opened to reveal Jongin and Yixing. ‘NCT are here’, Jongin spoke as the both of them walked out of the elevator. They walked over to the mat as Yixing looked around the room for a moment, he clearly didn’t come down here much either. ‘What the fuck is that on your neck?’ Jongin barked as soon as he was close enough to see. I couldn’t see what he was talking about, but from the way Kyungsoo looked away I assumed the hand prints were already starting to form. Yixing started walking towards me, and it was only now that I noticed there was someone behind them. The boy I noticed to be Mark stood behind them. He tilted a bit to the side to look at me from where Yixing had left, and as his eyes met the already forming mark on my neck they grew wide. ‘Jesus Kyungsoo, I told you to take it slow’ Yixing muttered before leaning down next to me. As he moved to trace his fingers over the mark I realized how much it actually hurt. A stinging sensation filled my body and I flinched away from his touch. I turned my head to look at Kyungsoo, but the nice and friendly Kyungsoo was already gone. He had replaced himself for the closed down person every else saw. ‘She started it! I wanted to teach her something but she wouldn’t listen’ he exclaimed, raising his hands in the air for a moment. ‘It’s fine Soo’, I spoke leaning forward to pat his leg, ‘I learned a lot today’. Of course the others hadn’t noticed the hidden meaning behind my words, and once again I was happy that there weren’t any camera’s in this room. Yixing let out a deep sigh, ‘I need to treat this for a moment so it doesn’t start swelling’ he explained while getting up from his stop next to me. He held his hand out for me to take, and helped me up from the floor. Before he could start pulling the both of us away I turned to the other person on the mat once more. I held my hand out for Kyungsoo to take so I could help him up, and for a moment I saw his walls crumbling down again. He offered me a small smile as he took my hand and let me help him up. ‘I’m sure Taeyong will understand, but I really need to treat her throat. Why don’t you guys go upstairs grab a coffee or something’ Yixing offered as Mark simply nodded. ‘That’s fine, we weren’t really told a specific time to be back anyway’ he explained as the two started walking back to the elevator. Kyungsoo squeezed my hand for a moment before leaning in a bit. ‘I’m really sorry about your neck’ he whispered and immediately turned to look away. I simply smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into my side. ‘It’s fine Soo, really’. He offered me a small smile in return as the both of us now started walking to the elevator, Jongin trailing in close behind us. I removed my arm from his neck and moved to stand next to Mark in the elevator. The both of us stood in the back as the doors finally closed and someone pressed the button to go up. From the side of my eyes I could tell Mark was looking at me, probably checking my neck. ‘Taeyong is going to be so mad when he sees that’ he muttered to himself before looking away again. I was around the same length as Mark, so when I turned to look at him his eyes easily met mine. He must have thought he made a mistake by saying that as his eyes widened once more and he looked down at the ground. As the elevator doors opened and the three people in front of us walked out as Mark and I trailed behind. I followed Yixing into his office and closed the door behind me, making sure no one else would be walking in. ‘Sit down please’ he spoke while pointing at the “examination bed”. I listened to his command and sat down on the bed. Yixing rummaged around in a cabinet for a moment before finally turning to me. ‘So, what exactly happened?’ he asked while retrieving a small bottle and walking over to me. He put it down on the table next to me before moving one of his hands to my knee. My legs dangled over the side of the bed as his fingers now dug into my skin, wanting me to stop doing that. I stopped my legs from moving, my eyes still on the hand on my knee. ‘We were sparring and I may or may not have angered him a little’ I shrugged, hoping he’d accept it as an answer. It wasn’t the exact truth but it was close.. right? Yixing luckily didn’t care for the details of the story as he nodded, squeezing my leg once more. ‘You really need to be more careful, not all of us are as nice as we may seem' he warned, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. 'Like you?' My question makes him shake his head. 'No, I mean like Kris for example. He's a nice guys but he kills people for a living, Kyungsoo is an even better trained killer and both wouldn't hesitate if someone asked them to put you down'. 'Minseok is a great guy but he can be as cold as ice, even with the ones he loves. Chanyeol sets entire buildings on fire if asked and Baekhyun likes beating someone's head in for fun. These guys are not as nice as they may seem to be' he explained and suddenly I felt my blood run cold as a shiver moved its way down my spine. What a great way to lighten the mood Yixing. I wasn't even sure on how to answer. Was he being serious, of was he just messing with me. 'And you stitch them all up for a living' I finally muttered, making the man look away in defeat. 'I do, and I don't even mind doing so. Which makes me just as bad' he admitted. 'You think to low of yourself and the others Yixing. You are a talented, kind and overall amazing guy and I am happy to have someone like you in my life. For the others it is the same, we may have started off at the wrong foot but things have changed' I spoke back and he looked up in surprise. I wasn't sure if what I said was the same as how I felt, but what I said about Yixing was true. I was happy to have him and I wouldn't have it any other way. 'Sure, I may not be the closest of friends with all of you but I'm sure you'd look out for me if needed' I moved my hand up to rest on his shoulder as his gaze finally softened. He nodded before giving me a soft smile. However now it was his turn to surprise me as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead. I didn't flinch, or try to move away, but I was all too aware of how plump his lips felt against my forehead. Why did I have to feel like this about the boys? And why was it with all of them. Part of me wanted to run to the police and snitch on them and that part was also calling me stupid in this exact moment. But another part of me loved being with them. It loved the way they cared for me and looked after me and that part never wanted to leave. That part was also calling me stupid, but it was doing so for me wanting to leave. This part just begged me to run to Junmyeon and let him hold me however he liked. I was pulled from my thoughts as Yixing pulled back from me to grab the bottle from before. He opened the cap before letting a liquid pour down on his hand. As he removed his other hand from my leg and rubbed his hands together he spoke up. 'Tilt your head back for a bit and this might be cold at first'. As I hummed at his words I tilted my head back, giving him all the access he needed. His hands felt cold on my skin as he rubbed the lotion on my neck. The lotion didn't even feel as cold as expected, but his hand definitely were. I focused of the way they moved over my neck in a soft way. He was desperately trying not to hurt me, but the desperate part inside me was begging him to. It was almost calling out for him to wrap his fingers around my throat and edge me. I was sure Yixing had noticed me shifting in my seat as he rubbed my neck. He would be deaf if he hadn't heard the small gasp escape me when he applied a little more pressure. But being the good doctor he was he didn't act on anything, he probably just pretended not to have heard anything. Or at least I thought so.. 'And we're done, let it dry before touching it and it'll be healed in no time' he smiled and I couldn't help but to match his. 'Thanks Yixing, you're the best. Does that stuff work on all kinds of bruises?' I asked out of pure curiosity. Yixing nodded at this, 'pretty much, I took it with me from China. It works wonders really'. He beamed happily as he spoke about his home country. 'But why, if you don't mind me asking. Do you have any more bruises?' His worried expression came back as he grabbed a cloth to clean off his hands. 'Oh no, I'm fine now. I was just thinking ahead' I shrugged before hopping off the bed. He must have thought I was talking about my stay with NCT as he scoffed, 'if they hurt you they won't see the light of day'. Luckily I was quick to realize what he was talking about as I let out a soft laugh, 'I know honey, I know'. I wasn't going to tell him the exact reason for asking him that. Especially when that reason was my homecoming. I could only imagine how happy Minseok would be to see me again after a few days. 'I should probably get going, but thanks' I smiled while gesturing to my neck. Yixing simply nodded before walking with me to the door. As he opened the door he also stepped aside, letting me exit first. He followed me out the door and let it shut behind him, but we weren't able to get far. Chanyeol stood next to the door, leaning against the wall with a not so happy look on his face. Luhan stood opposite him, but he didn't look that mad. 'This is probably the last time she'll ever see that room to go training' Luhan had said to the other as we came walking through the door. Chanyeol nodded before getting off the wall and as soon as his eyes met mine his expression faltered. 'Are you ok?' He asked and for a moment I wasn't sure on how to answer. For the last couple of days he hadn't even bothered talking to me and now he was being nice? Just as I was about to snap at him I remembered Kyungsoo's earlier words: ''Chanyeol may pretend to be an ass Y/N, but he’s been through a lot, he’s just a little baby under all those layers''. 'I'm fine, it doesn't hurt' I tried to reassure him as I pressed a hand to his shoulder, just as I had done before but with Yixing. What I said to Chan was only half the truth, yes my neck didn't hurt. But I was definitely not fine. After today there were so many different things going on in my head. I had kissed Kyungsoo, I thought about doing the same with Yixing and even now I couldn't stop thinking about Junmyeon. Why where they so stuck in my head. I didn't want this.. right? Chanyeol seemed unsure about whether or not to believe me as he looked down at my neck, 'you don't look fine' he muttered before I saw his hand move towards my neck. 'Do. Not. Touch' Yixing gritted through his teeth, causing Chanyeol to look over at him before backing away a bit. 'The lotion needs to dry and if it gets ruined I'm blaming all of you' Yixing warned as he looked at the three of us. Luhan just shrugged and smiled as he now also pushed himself off the wall. He said something in Mandarin to Yixing, which only seemed to annoy the doctor more. 'I really need to start learning that language, I always feel so left out whenever people speak it' I whined before crossing my arms over my chest. 'So unfair' I continued, my gaze moving to Luhan. 'I could teach you' he grinned at me as he walked over and slid his arm around my waist. 'You should!' I exclaimed while letting him walk me to the end of the hall. The other two followed us as we walked down the hall but as we got closer and closer to the end they grew silent. Before walking around the corner Luhan suddenly stopped us. He turned me around to face him and softly pushed me back a bit, my back now touching the wall behind me. 'Before you go I want you to promise me something' he started, his eyes moving into the living room for a moment. 'All I ask is that you'll be safe' his voice almost came out as a whisper as if he was afraid someone else might hear. Yixing and Chanyeol had continued walking as they went past us, they probably already knew what he was saying to me anyway. 'Sehun installed an app into your phone, if you ever need us to come get you just open the app and press the button. It will active the trackers we have installed, there is one in all the jewellery Junmyeon gave you and in your phone. If you have one of those on or with you at all times we'll be able to find you, no matter what' he explained, causing me to nod in understanding. I highly doubted I would even need this stuff, but better safe than sorry right?

When he was sure I had understood everything the both of us walked around the corner and almost immediately we were greeted by a “new” face. We had never met in person, but I recognized the young face as he practically hopped over.

‘Y/N, it’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m Haechan’ the boy spoke before stopping in front of me. He bowed a little before offering me his hand. I matched his bow before grabbing his hand. ‘Nice to meet you too Haechan’ I smiled as the younger boy smiled in joy. Apparently I had gotten a bit of a name for myself.

Luhan went in the other direction as Haechan leaded me over to where Mark was. Another boy had his back turned to me as he held what looked like my bag in his hands. As Mark’s eyes met mine he elbowed the boy next to him, who quickly turned around. This was a new face and another young one too.

‘Y/N, this is Jaemin’ Mark introduced the boy, who offered me a small wave in return. I gave him a small nod before hearing the footsteps that were moving towards us. ‘Are you ready to go?’ Junmyeon asked, his hand sliding up and down my back. ‘As ready as I’ll ever be’ I smiled at him, making him return the gesture.

‘I’ll start the car up’ Jaemin muttered to his friends before turning around and walking off, Haechan was quick to follow him as he left Mark behind. Mark’s eyes followed them as they walked towards the door. ‘Yeah, I’ll be outside too’ he spoke softly and quickly followed after them.

‘How old are these guys even?’ I whispered to Junmyeon once Mark was out of reach. ‘Too young to be in this business that’s for sure’ Another voice spoke as the man came up from my other side.

‘I assume Luhan already gave you the rundown of everything, so please be safe and know that you can always text us’ Minseok spoke in a soft way, and I could tell he was starting to rethink his voices.

‘Don’t worry guys’, I exclaimed while moving myself away from them and turning around, ‘I’ll be fine. I’ll send a text when we get there’. Before I was able to completely move away from them Minseok caught my wrist and pulled me towards him. As he moved to lean in I noticed Junmyeon walk away.

Minseok pressed his lips to mine as his hands moved up to cradle my cheek, making sure to stay clear of my neck.

‘Don’t touch her neck!’ a voice boomed from the kitchen, making Minseok pull away from me and sigh. ‘I wasn’t even touching her neck’ he yelled back and I was sure the people outside could hear us. Before Yixing was able to make another comment I raised both hands in the air. ‘Alright chill, I’m leaving. Please behave while I'm gone’ I made sure to wink at the others by the table, causing some of them to shrug me off.

I pressed my lips to Minseok once more for a swift kiss before pulling away completely and walking to the door. Just before I walked out completely I turned around, offered the boys a smile and a final wave. Most gave me a sad smile and a wave in return as I opened the door and exited the house, letting the door shut behind me.

Why did they all look so sad about letting me go with them, it was their idea after all. They wanted information and I was going to get it for them. And besides it was only for a few days, it wasn’t like I was going to leave forever.

So why did it feel like I was saying goodbye?

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KnB Fic Recs

Yo, my lovelies! My Sterek rec list is so long, I had to take a break from it, sorry! There's like 400 fics to still rec, but in the meantime I thought I'd go with some KnB recs that I haven't touched in a while. They are all grouped according to the ships, with my favourite KnB ship at last.

On a sidenote, dedicated to @grettalks cuz she's into KnB if I'm not entirely wrong.

⭐ Favourites are marked with stars⭐

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▶️ Akashi Seijuurou/Furihata Kouki

•  And He Embraced Them All (Because Kouki Is Worth It) : In which Teikou!Akashi switches places with his future self and meets Seirin!Furihata. Time skip AU.

•  Solitary Bliss : Akashi is away on a business trip, leaving Kouki alone and yearning for him, but when he finds comfort in a relic deeply linked to their past, his misery rapidly subsides. Fluffy smutty AkaFuri.

•  The Sun and the Mole Rat : Akashi Seijuurou was like thesun; beautiful, radiant and infinitely unreachable. It was an impossibly stupid thing that someone like him could ever be compared to someone like Furihata Kouki,who was so ordinary in everything, nobody would look at him twice should he walk down the crowded streets.

•  Who Are You? : It starts with an accidental love letter. Then friendship and relationship happen… for quite a while until something inside Akashi snaps and ends it one-sidedly. It’s a lot of hard work to get Furihata’s Akashi back, but it still works out in the end.

•  Anomalies : If there was one thing Kuroko hadn't expected when he ordered Furihata and Akashi to take their children on playdates, it was this.

▶️Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga

•  (Look) What You've Done : The one where Aomine is a cop and Kagami is a firefighter.

•  A Kitchen Window Like This ⭐: Kagami and Aomine start a long weekend off on just the right notes.

This is literally one of the sweetest domestic aokaga out there.

•  Cum Here Often? : Kagami’s team win the All Japan Intercollegiate Basketball Championship and they go out to “celebrate”.

•  Dumb Werecats Who Play Basketball : Kagami has a hard enough time being a madararui before his hot rival starts smelling really, really good. Sex Pistols crossover.

Okay,  I'm a sucker for anything even remotely ABO alright?

•  Corners : Mafia!Aomine is out to wipe out Kagami on his boss’ orders. Semi PWP. I suck at summaries, sorry.

•  Firefly Without a Light ⭐: Aomine Daiki is occasionally a shitlord and sometimes he figures that out without needing to be told. Other times, not so much. Porn + emotional rollercoaster.

•  First Time Fit For A King : "Yeah." Kagami rubs the back of his neck awkwardly."I don’t get it though. Why me?"

"Because." Aomine tilts his head up a little, and Kagami doesn’t know if he should feel insulted that Aomine is literally sticking his nose up at him. "You're the only one who has the potential to beat me at basketball. Maybe."

•  Jersey : “Oh my god,” Kagami says, and he’s grinning now, a sleepy, shit-eating grin. “Thisis a thing for you, isn’t it?”  , a.k.a, jersey porn.

•  Overexposed ⭐: AoKaga and taking shots off abs.

•  Packed Like Sardines : Train porn lol 😂 or whatever fucking in a train car is called.

•  playing pick-up ⭐⭐: Aomine comes to visit Kagami in the US except — “Hey, Kagami,” Aomine asks.“You live in Las Vegas, right?”

“What? No,” Kagami replies, readjusting his phone underneath his shoulder.

“Well, I’m in the airport at Las Vegas right now,” Aomine begins, and Kagami doesn’t even want to hear the rest.

•  Rewind > Pause > Play : Kagami threatens to leave when Aomine turns to alcoholism to cope with his career and has given up putting forth an effort in their relationship. Angst with a happy ending.

•  S.A.A : The idea of sitting in a room with a hand full of people discussing how sex makes them feel was not at the top of Kagami Taiga’s to-do list, but when that dark skinned, blue eyed stranger walked into the room, Kagami found himself editing that list and putting that man at the very top.

•  some kind of madness : Aomine picks a fight in a bar trying to protect Satsuki’s virtue (🤣🤣) and Kagami patches him up.

•  Strut : Kagami congratulate Aomine on a very flashy win in his own special way.

•  THE RISE OF ASIA: NBA EDITION ⭐⭐⭐: Aomine and Kagami, through the eyes of an interviewer. A masterpiece, truly. This is one of the very first AoKaga fics I read and I'm still very much in love with it.

•  The Power A Name Can Hold ⭐⭐⭐: Super long soulmate AU full of angst and hurt, but with a happy ending. Absolutely stunning.

•  The Care And Feeding Of ⭐: Halfway through his tenth burger and Aomine’s fourth, listening with only a half an ear towards that bastard’s constant grumble of thought with the occasional hurmph of ingestion thrown in, Kagami realized that he was,in fact, actually dating Aomine Daiki.

An all time favourite full of silliness.

•  The Hot Neighbour : It takes Kagami three weeks to move into his new apartment but only one day to start stalking the incredibly hot salaryman in a suit.

•  the pizza factory ⭐: Aomine gets accepted at the pizza factory where Kagami is a chef. Or so it goes. A very funny, snarky personal favourite.

•  thigh to thigh : Kagami's more experienced than Aomine is; that's not exactly saying much. PWP.

•  Twitter Project : Kagami's social studies class has a new project: Tweet a celebrity of your choice. Aomine has been on the receiving end of some hilariously awkward tweets recently.

➡️ sequel : TakaShin sidestory, very cute with a pinch of AoKaga from before.

•  underneath the cup in a black, marker pen ⭐: Kagami writes letters on styrofoam cups to hardworking salaryman Aomine. Coffee shop AU.

•  Wildcat Blues : In a world where shapeshifters, vampires, wizards and other preternatural beings walk the land, finding everlasting love can be a bitch.

•  Worst Kept Secret : In which Kagami Taiga is a werewolf and nobody is supposed to know. Key point - 'supposed to'.

•  Wrong Number ⭐: Aomine managed to score this busty babe's phone number, but when he texted her, the person who responded was everything but busty.  

•  texts from last night ⭐⭐: Kagami gets smashingly drunk and Aomine takes it upon himself to drive him home. Drunk sex ensues.  

▶️Kise Ryouta/Kasamatsu Yukio

Okay, so I saved my favourite KnB ship for the last! Have fun!

•  (500) Days of Kise ⭐: Wherein Yukio Kasamatsu's life is a romantic comedy. Office AU and so very cute. Mutual pining. Kinda, if I remember right.

•  The God of Small Things : Kise gets scratched by Kasamatsu's new cat. Cat fluff.

•  flower/s : Kasamatsu comes home from a work related trip, and Kise has something up his sleeve for Senpai’s return.

• KiKasa Week series :

1. he's got the answer it doesn't go away : It figures that the universe won't even give Kasamatsu the luxury of hindsight bias.

Okay. This is like, the best of Yukio that I've seen. Team dynamics and Kise joining Kaijou.

2. what you have tamed : First lesson in being team captain: you don't get a break.Ever.

3. slow down if you want to : It's been a week already, and Kasamatsu still can't let go.

4. in the face of these forces : Wherein Kise only started playing basketball in his third year of middle school, and Kaijou still scouted Teikou's small forward.

•  Perfect Coffee : Kise was a perfect employee– he had a sunny disposition and stunning looks who attracted the customers and he additionally had a real talent for making coffee. So he was a blessing that gods had bestowed upon Kurokocchi and his friend, no matter what they both said.

•  Of French Girls And Pretty Boys ⭐⭐: Kasamatsu takes up art class for extra credit, and Kise is the unfairly attractive figure model. College AU.

•  Narita Ground ⭐⭐⭐: Kise loves riling up Narita Ground's air traffic controller.

This is one of those “if you ship kikasa and haven't read narita ground, then you're living under a rock” kinda fics. I swear by it. Ultimate favourite.

•  KNB TFLN : College AU with multiple pairings besides KiKasa. Smutty.

•  First Impressions : But Kise Ryouta, damn his eyes, is beautiful., OR

Yukio looks over Kise’s profile before he comes to Kaijou.

•  Ten Things Kasamatsu Finds Annoying(ly Endearing) about Kise : Kise always smiles at Kasamatsu when he's finally done with his seemingly-interminable beauty regimen (there is no other word suitable for this) and says, "Thanks for waiting for me, senpai."

•  Fadeaway ⭐: Kasamatsu dodges. "You don't deserve that," he says, setting a slightly faster pace. "Inconsiderate, stupid, no-good first-year aces and their idiotic, inconsiderate, stupid, worrisome actions."

•  KiKasa Week series ⭐⭐⭐:

➡️  ️part 1 : “He's good-looking?” Kise demanded, before he could stop himself with the thought of how unattractive jealousy was.

Okay so this is at the end cuz it's super old and I couldn't find the active link, but nevermind. It's fucking awesome.

➡️  part 2 : Kise peeked at him. "But cute?" he said, trying to recapture the dutiful boyfriend adoration look.  

Kasamatsu stared at him. "Now that's just gross," he said.  

➡️ part 3 : "You do look kind of like him," said Kasamatsu, since obviously no one else was going to come out and say it.

"I really don't," said Kise, his mouth hilariously turned down.

"Maybe in a few years," said Kasamatsu. "You'll grow into it."

More to come! Stay tuned!♥️

Do tell me if any of the links don't open or are faulty, etc.

Last Updated : 12/07/2018

Feel free to send me your own recs and I'll include them in the list! Loves!!♥️♥️

[esmeraldasdream]

TAZ SPOILERS (and live reaction)

thank you @vassilian​ for introducing me to the adventure zone <3

My reaction to the episode is under the read more to avoid spoiling the finale for anyone 

oh god,oh godohgodohgod

fuuucccckkkk, what are you waiting for??? NOT YET???

Dance for me, that’s nice

fuuck this is nerve-racking

oh god, he’s fucking laughing

TIDLE WAVE????

they’re trough???

fucking vibrate??

JOHN oh god what’s happening???? it’s not him???

ready to fight???

“JUST ONE GUY??"FUUUCKKK

i stole your cousins shoes??? wait when was this??? wait why’s is magnus wearing stolen shoes??

shit!! arm blades???

“been there done that” DON’T MAKE IT 69 TIMES YOU FUCKER

fuck that’s great music

what is this pause??

THREE???!!!

thank god for merle, oh god why is this so hard

aaaw, mathias

i love that sword 

omg the attack power is fucking huge

swipes his normal arm??

three???!! fuck c’mon

nooo, 27 points of damage????

“good to be appreciated” :’D

fuck it’s chasing them

these fucking attack points

“i’m not a magic flying fighter” :’D “well you have the shoes!” xD

i need more nat20′s

EXPLODES OUTWARDS?? FUCK

what’s happening?? what

“he stagers only for him to stand up and smiles”????

fuck this  music is great and horrible

‘looming over you’???!! FUCK

SHIT THIS IS A GREAT DESCRIPTION GRIFFIN BUT PLEASE STOP

FUCK

WHY IS HE SCREAMING AT THEM

WHAT’S HAPPENING

FUCK

“well shit” yeah my thoughts exactly

33 POINTS OF DAMAGE????

FUCK HE’S DEAD??? OK, unconscious but still!!!

STOP SCREAMING AT THEM

WHAT ARE THESE ORBS????

I’M SCREAMING

“i’m Taako, from tv”

DON’T FUCKING SAY THAT

“abracka fuck you” :’D

no one’s dead yet, though mangus??merle?? is unconscious 

“that one misses, weird” “yeah.. weird”

one orb down, but what does it mean???

well at least he’s still blinded

thank god for small mercies

a third time??? nooo

is it really only taako left??? FUCK

lucreita, “snaake!” :’D

she just screams, oh god

fuck you john

wait when did taako ‘die’

wait whats happening

PAN

“come do some holy shit” :’D

love the music

aaawww, pan

I’M CRYING

THE ROYAL BEAR ;___; (RIGHT?)

TROF!! (TROPH??)

JOAQUIN!!! FUCK YES

AAAAW Joaquin is a sweetheart

what was that question???

GARFIELD????!

i love clint

FUCKING GRENADES?! 

“free samples” :’D

they turn grey??? GO GARFIELD

“i’ll put it on you taaaaab!” :’D

Rosswell!!!!

JOHN’S AFRAID?? HELL YEH

FUUCK

who’s taako calling

OH HE FUCKING CALLS HIMSELF TO HELP THEM!! 

37 POINTS OF DAMAGE?! HELL YEAH

“you’re now double Blind” xD

what’s happening??

griffin sounds so done with everything :’D

VOIDFISH!!!!

FISHER!!! JR!!!!!

I’M FUCKING CRYING

FISHER AND MAGNUS!!!!

death metal :’D

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME

POWERBEAR!!! FUCK YES

FUUCK I’M CRYING AGAIN

FUCK Magnus is fucking cute

nooo

NOoO

DON’T FUCKING HURT DAVENPAORT AND LUCREITA!!!

DON’T DESTROY THE SHIP!!!

FUCK YOU JOHN!!

Noooo

what was that laugh

“well, bye” :’D i fucking love Taako

‘peeled put of the portal’??

DON’T FUCKING HURT TAAKO

i love the tres horny boys so fucking much

oooh, cool music

they’re holding down eachother

THEY’RE CREATING NEW BONDS

FUUUUCCCK I’M BAWLING

“flashes of the past” FUCK

is it really the end of john??

standing on a beach??? what’s happening???

JOHN!!

“he’s human again” !!!!

“you got it buddy” FUCK

“last sliver of sunlight is gone, and so is john” NO

oh god

oooh god

GO LUCREITA, I BELIVE IN YOU

oh no, oooohhhh nooooo

I LOVE YOU LUCREITA PLEASE DON’T STOP

wait waht’s happening

WHAT HAPPENING TO DAVENPORT????

A PORTAL HOME

but what about everyone else???

“a crash”???? what?????

nooo

istus!!!!

I FUCKING LOVE THE TRES HORNY BOYS

TAAKO I FUCKING LOVE YOU, he loves his sister so fucking much

GO LUP!!!  and barry of course

ANGUS!!!

omg the battle wagon!!

KLARG!!!!!

“they seem to have got it” he fucking jumps back trough the portal

the music’s cool

“you’re going to be amazing” ;__;

HELL YEAH

GARYLD!!! THE BICORN!!!

FUCK YEAH

I FUCKING LOVE THE TRES HORNY BOYS

TRANSFORMS????

WAIT WHAT’S HAPPENING???

FUCK YOU GRIFFIN AND YOUR FUCKING CLIFFHANGERS

crawling on his back?? 

first to wake up??

soft red carpet??

SCUTTLE BUDDY!!! IT FUCKING MISSED YOU ;--;

why are they at the rockport limited????

oh lucreita there’s with them!!

white?? what’s going on?? circles??

planes of existents???

what’s happening??

why doesn’t griffin make a character voice?? what’s happening

omg merle :’D

‘jeffandrew’ xD

“hi, i’m Taako from tv” :’D I FUCKING love taako

the light of creation isn’t supposed to be there??

wait whats jafasta???

they won?!

what’s happening???

about halfway trough, fuck

this is such awesome world building

THEY RETURNED!!!

LUP AND BARRY!!

LUCREITA!! SHE’S A SWEETHEART!

BARRY AND LUP !!!

OMFG I LOVE LUP SO MUCH

ANGUS!!!!

“is it over, sirs?” fuuuuckkkk

FUCK I LOVE ANGUS SO FUCKING MUCH!! 

go lucas!

ANGUS!! fuck i love everyone so much

“he makes so many friends” ;--;

“a gift of a normal life” fuuck, why are you killing me griffin???

“joyfully yrs. Davenport” ;--;

KRAVITZ!!!

LUP AND BARRY 

“back soon” ;--;

FUCK BARRY GOT LUP HER BODY!!!!

FUCK I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!

“i’m about to smooch your fucking brains out” fuuuucccckkkk

PRINGLES!!

bureau of benevolence 

“true legacy of the day of story and song” ;--;

thisis an beautiful picture

LUP!! AND TAAKO!!! IN THE KITCHEN TOGHETER !!! TAAKO’S COOKING!!

“no, fuck your offer” i love griffin!

he’s teaching at the shcool??? 

oh joaqin didn’t get to keep his powers??

glamour springs?? FUCK

FULL PARDON!!! FUCK YES!!

REN!!! HELL YEAH

JOB APPLICATION!!!! I LOVE EVERYONE SO FUCKING MUCH!!

REN FUCKING DESIGNED A FUCKING SCHOOL???

yeah, just pull out a diamond from your bag, no big deal

“i should mention my boyfriend is death, and he stays over from time to time” THEYRE STILL TOGETHER

HE PROMISED KRAVITZ TO GO ON A VACATION!!!! FUCK YES

I FUCKING LOVE LUP

KRAVITZ!!

ANGUS!! he’s taller!!!

HE FUCKING BEAMS AT TAAKO!!!!

HE’S BEEN SENDING LETTERS TO TAAKO!!!!

omg angus still a lil sassy boy

“my thanks haven’t been enough”?!?!

THEY HUG

HE KNOWS ABOUT THE SILVERWARE

“STILL WORLDS GREATEST DETECTIVE”!!!!!

wait what’s happening?? why is it a big day??

mavis and mookie!!!!

“i cast zo-nah” omfg :’D

he started a comapny???

TRAVELLING WITH MAVIS???!!!! ;--; (and mookie)

lord artemis sterling?? what does he want??

“govenor merle highchurch”???!!!!!

“i don’t wanna be govenor, i wanna have the title of earl”  “you wanna be ‘earl merle’?” “yes, earl merle highchurch” :’D

“i’ll build you a bar” :’D

i love mookie xD griffin does so many great voices

“you’re his hero, you know”

uncle-mangus and uncle-taako ;---;

because i know how hard you try ;--;

A WEDDING????

WHO’S WEDDING???

about us???

WHOMS WEDDING???

KILLIAN!!!!

THE ROSEWOOD RING!!!

“puts down a large book” fuck i love angus

WHO’S WEDDING IS THIS???

LUP AND BARRY!!!

TAAKO AND KRAVITZ! they hold hands!!!! FUCK I’M SCREAMING!!

is it Careys and killians wedding??

HE TRAINS SERVICE DOGS??!!!

JOHAN THE DOG!! FUCK I LOVE MANGUS

“hammer and tails, a dog’s school” aaawww

HOW DOES MANGUS DIE????

FUCK YOU GRIFFIN!!!!!

he dies peacefully of old age, you can’t fucking do this griffin!!!

noooo, poor merle and taako

FUCK

AND ANGUS, FUCK I’M BAWLING

“they’re all ready to say goodbye” NO

Kravitz, not in his reaper form

he helps mangus!!!!

“i think this one takes” “let’s hope so, don’t want to be more trouble for you”

wooden cottage??? is that what i think it is???

“as much time as you need”

two dogs! aw

JULIA!!!! 

“i- i just stare at her” “i can’t not look at her”

“you lived so much longer than i thought”

THEY’RE RUNNING TOWARDS EACHOTHER!!!

“i tried to make you proud” nooo, don’t do this to me

“the beautiful elf” aww

“when magnus rushes in” FUCK YOU GRIFFIN

“lizard girl”

Carey and killian step out

they ran towards each other ;---;

happiest day of your live, and happier days were to come ;--;

that was the ending you earned, fuuck

FISHER!!!

JR AND FISHER!!!

they start drifting further away together

looking for new stories to tell

fuck this music is beautiful

“can we play again? can we play again? can we play again?” YES

“travis go to the emergency room right now” fuck i love them so much

fuck

[forever-rogue]

With the razor crest destroyed, din no longer has that tiny closet(?) to sleep in. Imagine when grogu goes, din and you take a break and go to Naboo just to relax, process things and live in a villa retreat. He just cherishes you and loves you desperately like no other cos he can’t lose you too. You guys enjoy all the spaceand peace you have but can’t help missing the little green bean 🥺😭

Did someone say hurt & comfort hours? Because I believe that’s in order. Please enjoy. I am...crying. 🥺🥺

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader; warnings: S2 Finale Spoilers!

The Mandalorian Masterlist

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"Din?" his name was soft - reverent - as you stirred from slumber. Stretching, you reached across the plush bed to reach for your riduur, but instead of his warm, soft body, you found nothing. Emptiness. Sighing lightly, you realized the sheets were long cold. Again.

Pulling the soft, plush blankets back, you slipped out of the bed. You pulled on your discarded robe before striding over to the balcony where you could see his exhausted frame. He was leaning over the stone railing, head hung low as he clasped his hands together, almost as if he was praying to something - anything.

Maybe he was. Maybe he was praying to Maker to keep him safe. You safe. To figure out everything that had happened in the last several weeks. Everything he had ever known and come to know was crumbling apart right in front of him. Except you; his rock, his partner, his everything.

Din Djarin had never been a religious man, not unless, of course, it was something to do with his creed. But even that was out the window now.

He had so many questions, and yet so few answers. All he had now was you. And it was enough, more than enough.

You grounded him, enveloped him in a sense of peace and warmth in the chaos that seemed to rule his life. He was sure you were the only thing between sanity and him giving up and becoming an unholy mess at the moment.

"Din," you whispered his name to keep from startling him. He remained silent, unmoving as you came up behind him, wrapping your arms his waist before resting your head on his shoulder, "my light and stars. You weren't in bed."

"Couldn't sleep," he murmured as he put a hand onto top of yours, the cool metal of his wedding band almost burning your skin as he offered a gentle squeeze to your hand. You mumbled something inaudible before pressing a few kisses to the bare golden skin of his shoulder.

"I know, Din," you said softly, "but you need to try and rest. You haven't slept much in weeks."

"Yes," you felt his shoulders slump as he exhaled slowly, "its just...its..."

"I know," you admitted quietly, "I know its hard right now. So hard. But it will be okay, he will be okay. This is not...this is not the end. We will see him again, Din. He is our son."

Your Mandalorian remained silent for a few moments, but you could hear his breathing grow ragged, and his inhales and exhales become more sporadic. It was quiet, only the soft sounds of the waves of the lake slapping into sand and the singing of songbirds could be heard. Eventually, you heard a few sniffles before feeling a few tears spill onto your hand.

"Shhh," you soothed him, stroking your thumb over the back of his hand. You hummed softly under your breath as you held him, wishing you could take his pain and hurt away. You were grieving too, the sorrow and pain ran deep, but you knew it wasn't forever. And right now you needed to he strong for him, for him and yourself, for Grogu.

"I'm..." he stopped himself as you kissed the back of his neck, squeezing him as tightly as possibly to let him know just how loved he was.

"Its okay, my love," you promised softly, "let it go, let it all out. Its not good to hold it all in."

And so he did. He let himself weep, to cry with reckless abandon as he turned around in your arms and engulfed you in his own, swallowing you up as he clung onto as though his life depended on it. Burrowing his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, you reached up and carded a hand through his dark curls. Rocking him back and forth softly, you rubbed his back in calming motions, and offered him tender words of reassurance, much as you would have done for your little one.

In that moment you radiated nothing but love onto him, trying to convey how much he meant to you, how he was the brightest star in your galaxy, how everything would be okay.

Eventually, his heart wrenching sobs turned to quiet sniffles, and after a time you were once again met with nothing but the tranquil stillness of nature.

Din pulled back from you, his large hands finding your face as he studied your features. Your hands went to his wrists as you held onto them gently. He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead, "thank you mesh'la. I love you more than you will ever know."

"I love you too, Brown Eyes," you offered him a small smile as he eyes crinkled softly with the ghost of a smile, "you know I love you with all of my heart. You are everything to me, Din."

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he admitted softly as you pressed a kiss to his lips. He brought his hands down to your waist as you gently wiped away the remnants of his tears, "I can't lose you. Not after..."

"You didn't lose him, Din," you insisted, "this was what we knew might happen all along. The bond the two of you share is immeasurable. You will always find your back to each other. I swear it - and I will be by your side always. We’re a family, and that means no matter how great the distance or time, in the end we will always be together.”

"It hurts," he admitted with a shaky breath as you offered a nod in understanding, "when will it stop hurting? I don't want to feel like this forever. I thought it would get better.”

“I wish I had an answer for you,” you wrapped him back up in your touch, “it’s going to hurt, and that’s okay, it’s normal. But it won’t always be like this; it will get better and easier, but the most important thing is that you remember that what you did, the choice he made, was the right thing. You didn’t do anything bad or wrong, even though it might feel like that now.”

“I know,” he agreed with the smallest of smiles as he kissed the side of your, “this was my mission from the start....and he chose to reach out to the Jedi.”

“He did,” you concluded, “but that he doesn’t mean he didn’t want to be with you, or that he didn’t love you, or stop thinking of you as his father. He needs to do this for himself too.”

“You must think me foolish for getting so attached.”

“Never,” you promised sharply, turning his face so he was looking at you, “experiencing emotion is not a shameful thing. You loved - love - him, Din, and he feels the same. There is nothing wrong with opening your heart and loving. Look at us; did you ever think we’d end up here?”

“No,” he sniffled quietly as you laughed at the memory of your first encounter with Din Djarin, “you tried to blast me to pieces and then knocked me out.”

“I thought you were an intruder and I was trying to protect myself,” you insisted with a kiss to his cheek, “my point is that its okay to love and sometimes it is scary and daunting, but its okay. Love is...its everything. And with it, we’ll get through anything. You taught him so much and he did the same to you.”

“He did...before him, before you, I didn’t think I would ever...” he stopped and caught your gaze, his soft,dark eyes looking at with such intensity, but still so much vulnerability, “we’ll get him back. One day. And no matter how long it is, it doesn’t anything. We’ll always be aliit.”

“Exactly,” you agreed, scratching gently at his scalp as he keened into your touch, “family is everything, you know this. Besides, your story... his story is far from over. There is still much left to do in this life.”

“I think I’d like a long break first,” for the first time in weeks, since he’d made his tearful goodbye to Grogu, you hear him laugh. A genuine, warm, full bodied laugh. The sound was enough to make your heart warm and settle down in your chest. It was a beautiful sound that you had desperately missed, and hearing it was again set everything right in the galaxy. You hummed in agreement as you let him hold you and rested your head against his chest, “I’d like to spend some time alone with my riduur. To rest. To relax - to breathe.”

“We have all the time in the galaxy, Din,” you promised, “we can stay here as long as we want.”

“I like that,” he agreed, kissing the crown of your head, “besides, who knows what hellish adventure awaits whenever we decide to rejoin the world?”

“It’s never a dull day for Din Djarin, or should I say my Mand’alor?” you teased as you started to reached for his hands to pull him back inside so he could actually rest.

“Oh no,” he groaned jokingly, “please, not you too.”

“I jest,” you insisted as he let you pulled him inside, “if you’re the ruler of anything, you’re my King, Din. I am yours, always and forever.”

“I like the sound of that,” he sighed contentedly, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Din.

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[forever-rogue]

For the 390 prompts, how about #381 “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” with Catfish... My devil side want to make it angst but it's totaly up to you 😭 🌱

It’s angst hours, baby!

Pairing: Frankie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: language

MASTERLIST

FRANKIE MASTERLIST

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Hey,” Santi slipped into your abandoned stool at the bar next to Frankie. You were all at the bar for weekly get together, but Frankie had noticed you seemed down from the moment you walked in. He was attuned to you, very much so from years of being your closest friend, but it hadn’t taken much to see that you were upset. Your lips barely managed to curve into a smile, and your eyes had a heavy tiredness behind them, despite your best efforts to appear happy, “you heard about what happened, right? With Bee?”

“I...no? She hasn’t said anything to me,” his brows knitted together in confusion as he downed the rest of his beer. A sense of worry settled into his bones at your behavior; it was so strange and unlike you, “w-what happened?”

“Mark,” Santi dramatically rolled his eyes at Frankie before flagging the bartender over for another round of drinks; it seemed like you could all use it. Rage boiled in his blood at the sound of the name; he’d hated Mark from the day the two men had met. It wasn’t just because he was the man that had won over your affections, although that was definitely a large part of it, but because after a while it was clear that he was genuinely an asshole. He wasn’t good, or good to you, but for some reason you’d never seen that. You ended up putting up with so much shit that you’d normally never take from anyone else. Frankie’s grasp around his empty bottle was so tight it was a surprise it didn’t shatter into little pieces, “he cheated on her...she finally dumped him.”

“He cheated on her? That fucking asshole,” Frankie almost jumped out of his spot as every bad thing he wanted to do to the man that broke your heart bubbled up, “I will-”

“She found them together,” Santi put his hand on Frankie’s arm to calm him down, “and apparently he still tried to make it seem like her fault. She’s really upset, Fish. Don’t make things worse right now. I know - we all know - how you feel about her. Give her time and space.”

“I’m her best friend,” he huffed as he slid out of his spot, “I need to be there for her. I’ll just...I’ll make sure she’s okay. I don’t understand why she wouldn’t tell me...:”

“Why do you think, Fish?” Santi cocked a brow at his friend before letting out a long sigh, “she knows you’ve always hated him. She doesn’t want you to do anything stupid and get yourself into trouble. She loves you too, you know. Even if she doesn’t realize that.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Everyone knows it,” Santi was amused at how blind the both of you could be at times, “it’s so obvious to everyone...except perhaps the two of you. The way you look at each other, how you act...that shit ain’t just friends shit. You both know it.”

“Then why did she date Mark? For almost two years and waste that time on him?” Frankie grew frustrated as he slid off the stool and hit the dirty floor of the bar with a dull thud, “why wouldn’t she say anything to me?”

“Why haven’t you ever said anything to her?”

“I don’t want to lose Bee,” he pulled off his old, batted cap and hand a hand through his curls in frustration, before slapping it back on his head, “I’d rather keep her as my friend forever than face a life without her.”

“There’s your answer.”

“I’ve got to see her,” he insisted, brushing past Santi, “I have to let her know.”

“Don’t - give her time and space,” Santi grabbed his arm and insisted, “don’t push her just because he’s gone. She’s hurt and been through a lot. Be her friend and let things happen on their own.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Frankie snapped as he pulled out of Santi’s grasp and headed to the back of the bar, where he’d seen you step outside and disappear a little bit earlier.

»»————-　♡　————-««

You were pacing around with your phone pressed to your ear as you tried to keep it together and not break down into another fit of tears and sadness. The whole day had seemed like a blur, one painful, horrible nightmare and you just wanted it to be over. You just wanted to sleep and wake up and have no memory of anything. Perhaps not even the last two years.

“I can’t believe he did that to you,” your sister sounded as incredulous as you felt, “you’ve been so good to him, more than he deserves honestly, and for him to do that? Asshole. I am so, so sorry for what he did to you, babes.”

“Me too,” was all you could choke out as your lips trembled with effort not to cry. You looked at the inky black sky, dotted with glittering stars as you tried to ground yourself.

“At least you’ve got the guys with you. If he does or says anything, you know they’ve got your back,” she reminded you, causing you to experience a momentary pause of peace, “and now you can finally tell Frankie how you feel.”

“No,” you insisted firmly as Frankie stepped outside, quiet as a mouse as he tried not to interrupt. He hadn’t meant to be sneaky and listen in, truly, but now that he was there, he couldn’t stop himself, “I’m not telling him anything.”

“You love him! You’ve been in love with him for what? Almost six years?” she scoffed at the other end of line, “you have to tell him how you feel, now is the time. He’s not...he’s not to wait for you forever. If you love him, let him know.”

“I don’t,” you lied thickly, steeling your nerves as you bit back bile. It was hard to lie; especially when it came to Frankie. He was everything you were not: good, gentle, pure, loving. He didn’t deserve to have you dragging him down. He deserved the world - something you felt you could never give him. He would be so much better off without you, no matter how much you actually loved him. 

“You’re such a liar!” she insisted as you groaned, “the two of you are in love! You’re just blind fools, scared to get hurt.”

“No!” you shouldn't have called her, you should have just gone home and cried yourself to sleep like you had planned on, “I don’t love him! I don’t love Frankie. He’s nothing but a friend and he’ll never be anything else!”

Frankie’s breath hitched in his throat as he listened to your angry tirade. He must have heard wrong...surely you hadn’t meant it, right? Santi had said...everyone had told him….he loved you. But...you didn’t love him? He needed to get out of there and fast; he left like he was going to be sick. But as he turned on his heel, he almost slipped on a rock and made a small sound of surprise. 

You froze in fear at the sound, realizing for the first time that you weren’t alone at all. Your sister was still babbling away at you, calling you a liar as you turned around and found Frankie, frozen in fear as he tried to get back inside. You swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what had happened; he had heard your blatant denial of love. The lie you wish you’d never spewed. Ending the call without a word, you stepped closer to him as his own eyes appeared glossy with tears.

“Oh Frankie,” your voice cracked as more tears rolled down your cheeks. Could this day really have gotten that much worse? You wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole, “you weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“I wish I hadn’t,” he admitted quietly, “I came to look for you, to make sure you were okay. Santi told me what happened.”

“Frankie, it was a lie,” you might as well tell him the truth now. There was nothing left to lose at this point, and he deserved to know the truth finally, “I was talking to my sister and it was all a lie. I didn’t mean it. I-I do love you-”

“You don’t need to lie to me now to spare my feelings,” he stared at the ground before slowly opening the door to the bustling bar back open, “if that’s how you feel it’s how you feel. I just...I should have known better. I was the fool, not you.”

“Francisco, don’t go,” you darted towards him but he was already inside and weaving his way through the crowd, barely acknowledging your friends as he made to leave, “Frankie! Frankie! Don’t do - don’t walk away. It was a lie to get her off my back and because I….”

“Because what?” he turned around, and the look on his face was enough to break your heart then and there. His cheeks were already tear stained and his eyes were nothing but hurt, as you struggled to find the right words. After a few beats of tense silence, he shrugged, “I’ll see you around, Bee. Eventually...I just need some time to deal with my own feelings. I’m sorry I thought there could ever be more between us.”

“Francisco,” his name was a pitiful whimper as you watched him get into his truck and start, leaving without hesitation. Your hands flew to your face as you stood there in panic, “what have I done?”

“Bee?” Benny came up behind you, confused as he looked between you and the spot Frankie was previously parked in, “what happened? Is everything alright?”

“I think I just fucked everything up,” you admitted as you let him pull you into a hug, “I think I just lost the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“He’ll come around,” Benny promised, although it felt hollow, “it’s Fish. You know he will.”

“I hope so,” you cried, “I sure hope so.”

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

Idea for Mechanic!Frankies first outside date. In our town there's a vintage car dealer and every spring you can enter a contest and win a ride in a vintage car, afternoon Picknick included.

So what if reader enters on a whim because she heard that Frankie enters every year and is bitter cause he loses all the time - and she wins?! but doesn't dare drive the old expensive car? Frankie to the rescue

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Just some friendly competition...and some more kissing. Also some singing in the car.

A/N: This is such a cute idea, Sonja! I love this for our favorite mechanic!

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“...and they have this contest where you can win a ride in a classic car. I enter every year and I never win,” Frankie tells you, voice slightly muffled since he’s under your car.

“Well, I’d love to go with you,” you say and he rolls out from beneath your car.

“Really?” The smile on his face grows as you nod.

“Yeah.” You help him to his feet and laugh. “You got a little grease...right...here.” You wipe the tip of his nose but that only seems to add more. You look at your hands and scoff. They must have gotten dirty when you helped him up.

“Every time,” Frankie says. “Sorry.” He takes out his rag and tries his best to wipe your hands clean.

“It must be our thing,” you tease.

“Our thing?”

“Yeah, you know how a couple in movies or TV always have a certain thing that happens between them?” You jump slightly when he looks up quickly.

“Couple?” he asks.

“Y-Yes...couple. This can be our...thing,” you say with a smile.

“You’re gonna be completely covered in grease if I keep this up.” He moves in for a kiss and you gladly meet him halfway.

“I don’t mind.” You two stay close to each other, both in a dreamlike state. “Thanks for coming by to check on my car.”

“No problem but I really didn’t see anything wrong,” he admits.

“I know.” You giggle when he realizes that you just wanted to see him outside of work again.

“So, I’ll pick you up on Saturday around noon. That okay?” he asks as you walk him back to his truck.

“That’s fine. I’ll see you then.” You close the truck door after he climbs in then he leans out the window to kiss you.

“See you then.” He tips his cap and starts the car, waving once more before driving off.

-Saturday-

The car show is bustling just as you expected--the weather is warm and the sun is out so everyone is looking to get out. You and Frankie walk side by side not exactly holding hands but every now and then your hands brush up against the other’s and you look and smile.

“Hey Frankie!” someone calls and Frankie excuses himself to go talk to his friend. You walk over to where you can sign up to win the ride in a vintage car and end up entering your name. You won’t win but it doesn’t hurt to try. You walk over to the car that is up for a drive this year and look at it in amazement.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Frankie asks, walking up behind you. “1969 Camaro ZL1.” He shakes his head, “Doesn’t get any better.”

“Are you gonna enter this year?” you ask, locking your arm with his.

“Nah, I’ll just stick to dreaming about driving down some long road in the desert, listening to the engine purr.” He chuckles and takes his arm from yours only to put it around your shoulder. You look at him and just admire him. He is wearing his aviators today and, you have to say, he looks goddamn good in them.

“And now for the winner of our drive and picnic contest...” A drumroll plays over the speaker and when the man says your name you freeze. Frankie looks at you, eyes wide.

“You entered? You won?!” he asks in disbelief.

“I guess so.” You’re still in shock as people around you cheer and you walk up to get the keys. 

“You’re one lucky lady,” the man says and you look out at the crowd only to find Frankie. You meet his eye and smile.

“Thank you but...uh...this is for Frankie,” you say and you can see his eyebrows fly up from behind his dark shades. He pushes them up off his eyes and looks at you.

“Well, Frankie, you’re one lucky guy with an amazing girlfriend.” The man tells him to get up there and Frankie walks up in a daze. As everyone cheers, he pulls you close.

Standing by the car, Frankie still seems to be in shock.

“I believe these are yours,” you say, grabbing his hand and dropping the keys into them. “Come on.” You walk over to the passenger side and get in. He climbs in slowly and just touches the steering wheel.

“Is this real?” he asks, turning to you.

“It’s real. Start it!” you say excitedly. 

He puts the key and starts the ignition. It roars to life and Frankie puts a hand over his heart. “Do you hear that?” Before he pulls onto the road, he plays around with the radio, stopping when he hears Uptown Girl playing. He turns to you with a grin and you smile back.

“Good song.” You dance in the seat a little before singing along quietly. Frankie looks over at you every chance he gets before joining in.

“And when she’s walking she’s looking so fi-i-ine. And when she’s talking she’ll say that she’s mi-i-ine,” he sings loudly and you stare at him in shock before bursting into laughter.

“You surprise me every day, Mr. Morales,” you say.

“I hope in a good way.”

“Definitely.”

He drives in silence before turning into the park and finding a nice shady spot. “We get a picnic too, remember?” He gets out and opens the trunk to find a basket already packed up for you.

“What if I was alone?” you ask.

“More food for you,” he jokes and you laugh. You walk over to a nice spot under a beautiful tree and hold the basket as he places the blanket. “Ma’am.” He gestures to the blanket and you sit.

“Why, thank you, sir.”

He sits beside you and leans against the tree. You inch closer to him until you are able to lean against him comfortably. “This is nice,” he says, taking his aviators off so you can look into his brown eyes.

“It is. Are you hungry?” you ask, reaching for the basket.

“Wait...I have something I wanna ask you.” He grabs your hand.

“Okay.”

“Earlier you, uh, said something about couples...and when the guy called me your boyfriend, you didn’t try to correct him. I was just wondering why.” He looks at you nervously.

“Why would I correct him if he was already right?” you ask him and Frankie laughs once in shock. “I mean...if that’s okay with you. If you think this is going too fast then we can just continue the way we were. No labels.”

“I haven’t done this in a while, you know?”

“I know. That’s why I said we can slow down. I don’t mind but I do want you to know that you’re the only one I’m seeing and it’ll stay that way even if we don’t make it official or anything.” You reach for the basket again and he watches you--the way the sun shines down on you, the way you smile at him, the way you do everything.

You two sit there for a little over an hour talking and eating and just enjoying each other’s company. And just like any other date, neither of you ever want it to end. He helps you pack up the basket before standing.

“Help me with the blanket?” he asks.

“Of course.” You grab the opposite end and walk up to him. When you do, he kisses you and you sigh.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says against your lips and you open your eyes.

“I’d be honored, Frankie.” You kiss him, dropping your end of the blanket to reach up and cup his face.

After a few more kisses, you two finally make it back to the car. Frankie starts it and puts his aviators back on.

“Let’s take the long way, hm?” he suggests and you nod. It may not be the long, empty road in the desert, but this is the start of road trip he can’t wait to take with you by his side.

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[forever-rogue]

Hi Patricia <3 i saw only 1 Pero Tovar on your list but I love it. I'd like to send a request. Pero taking care of you when you're sick/injured (cold, twisted ankle, something minor) full worry mode and a bit in over his head.

This is just some softness 🥺💕 I hope you enjoy!

Pero Tovar x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

Pedro Characters Masterlist 

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You sighed heavily as you listened to the roosters and other nesting birds start to rustle around. Your whole body was tired and acting, your nose was stuffed, a deep cough lingered in your chest, and you just felt so run down. 

It was likely just a cold, something you were often plagued with during the colder months, but usually worked through them. Today was no exception - there was much to do around the farm and the house and it allotted almost no down time. A storm was coming as well and you wanted to make sure that Pero had as much help as possible.

Reaching for the glass of water at the bedside table, you quickly downed it all in go. You hadn't remembered leaving it there the night before, meaning that Pero must have heard you tossing, turning, and sniffling throughout the night. Taking a moment to close your eyes, you willed yourself to gather up all of your strength to get out of bed and go about your day.

"What are you doing, mi amor?" at the sound of its warm, soft voice, your eyes snapped open and met the gentle, brown eyes of your husband. He came over and knelt at your side, his large hands finding your face as he looked you over, "you must go back to sleep and rest."

"I can't," you insisted meekly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "we have work to do, and I don't want you to do it all."

"Nonsense," he insisted softly as he tried to push you back into bed with a firm, but gentle touch, "you are exhausted and you need to rest. You won't do anyone any good while you feel and look like death."

"Thank you for your kind words dear husband," you managed to laugh momentarily before it turned into a coughing fit. He raised an eyebrow as if to say 'see' and you rolled your eyes dramatically, "fine. I will stay in this bed only until I feel better since I appear to look like death."

"Even in such a state you are more beautiful than all the stars and moon," he pulled the thick down blanket over you before tucking it around your shivering form, "now I just want you to feel better. Please rest for me?"

"Are you going to dote on me like a mother hen the entire time?" you teased lightly as it was his turn to roll his eyes. For how rough and gruff he appeared to be, he always managed to have a soft spot for you.

"If that's what is required for you to rest so you can get better, then yes," he brushed some of the stray hairs off your face before using the back of his hand to feel your forehead, "now get some rest. I will fetch you some breakfast and then tend to the chores. There is no rush, but you must take it easy to get better. Yes?"

"Yes Pero," your eyes felt like they were already getting heavy as you laid against the soft pillows and relaxed, "I love you."

"I love you," he replied with a gentle touch to your cheek, "I'll be back shortly."

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"Come on," he whispered softly when he came back with a tray of breakfast in his hands. You offered him a sleepy smile before sitting up and scooting over so he would have some room. He placed the tray on your lap before giving you a curious look, "what are you doing?"

"Join me," you insisted as he laughed lightly before getting into bed next to you. Normally you'd be nervous about him catching whatever you had, but if he were to catch it, he would have already done so. The man had a strong immune system it appeared, unlike you, "eat with me."

"You're the one that needs to eat," he reminded as you scoffed and took a piece of bread, and stuffing it gently into his mouth before he could argue.

"As do you," you grabbed a spoon of porridge, "and don't argue with me. I know you have not yourself broken your fast."

"And just how do you know this?" he grinned  through a mouthful of bread layered with butter and jam.

"I know my husband," you reminded him, "am I wrong?"

"Of course not," he said softly as you laughed at him, "you always did know me like no other."

"That's because I am your wife - and I love you," you grabbed another spoonful and continued eating. It didn't take long before you were done and there weren't even any crumbs left. You hadn't realized just how ravenous you were, but apparently your illness had really taken everything out of you.

"Have you had enough?" Pero offered you a questioning look as you nodded, "even though I took half of your food?"

"You made plenty and then some - don't worry mother hen, I am adequately nourished."

"Good," he kissed the top of your head, "now back to rest, I am going to bring you tea and water. Later we can have a hot bath. How does that sound, mi amor?"

"That sounds perfect," you mumbled as you burrowed into the pillows and blankets, "thank you for taking care of me."

"I would do anything for you," he promised as you gave him the sweet, saccharine smile he had fallen in love with, "now stop talking, and go to sleep!"

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Pero spent the next several days closely tending to your every need and whim. You felt bad that he had to deal with everything around the house and small farm on his own, but he didn't even complain for a moment. It was hard work, surely, but he didn't mind doing it. If nothing else, it reminded him of how hard both of you worked.

He'd get up before the sun, start work and then stop to prepare breakfast for the both of you before going back to work for the day. Pero would make it a point to come in and check on you and see if you needed water or anything else. 

Because of all the rest and careful looking after, it wasn't long before you were feeling better, and far away from death's door.

At the end of the long week, you finally felt well enough to get up and around to tending to some of the house chores. You spied your husband outside, feeding the goats and sheep as he appeared to sing to them. You'd heard it before, well aware of his soft and gentle demeanor, but he'd never admit it. It was still endearing.

A warm settled over your heart as you started to gather items to make his favorite meal for dinner; it was slightly more tedious and sucked up lost of your energy, but you were glad to do it. He had looked after you so well, you wanted to give him a little something in return. 

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"What in the heavens?" Pero was hit by the smell of delicious cooking as soon as he walked in and found your busy setting the small table, "my sweetest wife, what are you up to? You should be resting!"

"I am feeling much, much better, mi amor," you beamed as he pulled you into his arms and pressed a kiss to your temple, "all because of your wonderful care. I couldn't help myself - I wanted to do something special for you too."

"You didn't have to," his expression softened as his eyes crinkled in the corners in the way you adored, "this is…"

"I wanted too, Pero," you insisted with a soft kiss to his plush lips, "you always take such good care of me, let me take care of you too. And don't argue with me for once in your life!"

"Alright," he agreed with a quick peck, "but tell me what I can do to help."

"Since you are so insistent," you pointed at the small stove, "start plating up the food. Afterwards, I have one more surprise for you!"

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"Pero? Where are you my love?" you'd just finished pouring hot water in the tub and perfuming it with soft oils. Your own body was aching and screaming for the relief, but you wanted your husband to join you first.

"Coming!" you heard his quick footsteps coming towards the bathroom, hoping he wasn't worried that you'd done something to hurt yourself. He almost burst into the small bathroom, a worried expression that quickly turned to surprise coloring using features, "what's this?"

"A surprise," you grinned, pointing at the tub, "for both of us. I thought we could both use this."

"A perfect end to the day," he melted under your watchful gaze. You started to pull off your dress, feeling his eyes on you. He motioned for you to come closer, to which you easily complied, before tenderly helping to strip you of your garments, "such grace and beauty."

"You flatter me," you sighed contentedly as he kissed along your bare shoulder, "I'm starting to feel tired again and the hot water is calling my name. Here - your turn."

You turned him around and slowly - reverently - started to strip him of his clothing. Bit by bit until all clothes were on the floor and the two of you were as bare as the day you were born. He held your hand and helped you into the tub, quickly stepping in after you.

Pero laid against the back of the tub before pulling you against his chest. You eagerly settled against him, and he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you. Moments like this, where it was just the two of you, quiet and gentle, were your favorites. Because they didn't happen incredibly often, you'd learned to cherish them.

"I love you, Pero," you whispered softly as your eyes closed you listened to the soft beat of his heart, "thank you for everything. You always take the best care of me and you mean more to me than you will ever know."

"I love you, mi amor," he agreed, "I've always got you. Rest now, my sweetest wife."

And so you did; it wasn't long before your eyes were closed and you were fast asleep. Pero let you sleep for a little while before he gently washed your body and hair; you were half aware of what was going on, a small smile tugging on your features. When he was done and you were dried and dressed in clean clothing, he brought you to bed, tucking in you before getting into his side and doing the same. Before he did anything else, he pulled you into his arms and you fell asleep on his chest.

"I love you so much, mi amor," he whispered as he started to fall asleep, listening to your soft snores, "always."

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

Hii, idk If you are accepting requests, but what about Frankie and his s/o having their first argument.

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, drinking, smoking, kissing

A/N: I cannot think of what you two would argue about so I’m leaving that open to interpretation

[frankie masterlist] [pt. 2]

“Just leave it,” Frankie sighed and you scoffed.

“I don’t want to just leave it, Frankie. Why can’t we talk about this?” You stared at him but he avoided your gaze.

“Because...I don’t know what you want me to say.” He shrugged then rubbed his eyes as he seemed to shrink even further into the end of the couch he sat on.

“Can you at least say something about it?” you asked and he finally looked at you.

“No.”

You sighed angrily. He had been like this ever since he got home--distant, quieter than usual, just not himself.

“You’ve changed, Francisco,” you said and he froze, not used to hearing you use his full name that way.

“People change all the time,” he said calmly. You stood and walked away. “Where are you going?”

“I can’t be in the same room as you right now,” you said without turning to him.

He stood with a groan. “What do you want me to say?”

“Anything! Just...” You shook your head as you turned to him. He still wouldn’t say anything. He just stood there staring at you. And in that moment you wished he would scream or shout or anything--anything would be better than this deafening silence, a silence that was so loud it hurt.

He walked toward you and, for a moment, your heart beat faster. But he walked past you to the door. “Where are you going?” you asked.

“Out. I need to...” He just scoffed and walked out the door. Your knees buckled and you fell to the floor, crying into your hands. Maybe you had lost him once and for all.

Frankie sat with Santiago, tears threatening to spill over but not quite making it. He drank another shot and look at his best friend. “What am I doing?” he asked.

“Only you can answer that, hermano.” Santiago watched as Frankie lit a cigarette. “You smoking again?”

“No.” Frankie laughed bitterly. “I just don’t know what else to do.” He took a drag from the cigarette and made a face. “She hates me...” Frankie cried, his tears finally making their way down his cheeks.

“I doubt it. She wouldn’t waste her time worrying about someone she hated. She’s probably at home right now, waiting for you to come back.” Santiago took another shot and looked at his best friend. “You have changed, Frankie...”

“I know. I just...how can I go back to my old self?” He wiped his tears away and sat back in the chair.

“You let the people who care about you...care about you. Stop pushing everyone away. Go home and hold your girl the way you used to. Talk to her.”

“What if she kicks me out?” Frankie asked jokingly but part of him was serious.

“Then I guess you’ll be back here drinking all my whiskey,” Santiago joked. They both stood and hugged. “Come back to us, Frankie,” he said.

“I’ll try,” he said, patting his friend on the back before getting into his truck and driving back to you.

When Frankie got home, you were already in bed. You had fallen asleep. All the crying you had done had worn you out. Tears filled his eyes again looking at you--the way your hand seemed to reach out for him even though he wasn’t there. It rested on his pillow. He choked back a sob, covering his mouth as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom and cried.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. He made his way into the bedroom, removing his clothes before climbing into bed. He carefully moved your hand and held it, kissing it over and over again until you mumbled something in your sleep.

“I’m here,” he said. 

“Frankie...”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s gonna take a lot more than that but I am so sorry, babe...” The tears came again as he held onto your hand as if that was the only thing keeping him here.

“I miss my Frankie,” you told him. “I want him back.”

“He’s still here. I’m still here I just...I need help,” he confessed. You kissed him then. You kissed him like you used to before. This kiss held everything that used to be and everything you hoped to get back. He kissed you like his old self. He craved it just as much as you. And though he taste of whiskey and cigarettes, you couldn’t get enough. You rolled on top of him before and moaned quietly as you kissed him some more.

You were reluctant to pull away, but you did. “Have you been smoking, Frankie?”

“One cigarette...and it wasn’t even the whole thing,” he admitted.

“Okay.” You played with his hair and he looked up with you as if he was falling in love with you all over again. “What is it?”

“I love you, babe.” Before you could speak, he claimed your lips again.

“And I love you...but I need you to talk to me, okay? Don’t keep things from me. I’m here for you but have to let me be here for you. I hate fighting with you.”

“Babe...I think that was our first fight,” he said.

“Let’s make it the first and the last, hm?” You kissed his nose.

“Sounds good to me.” He rolled you over, hands playing at the hem of your nightdress. “Can I hear you say it?”

“Say what?”

“That you forgive me.” He looked at you eagerly, one hand slowly making its way up your thigh and under your nightdress.

“I do. I forgive you but I don’t want this to happen again. We talk and fix things, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He kissed you again and his fingers tickled at the soft of your breasts.

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Mandoctober - October 2: Foundling

summary: After discovering the child’s people are gone, Din grieves on behalf of the family both he and his foundling have lost. (based on an old ask from @kiwi-the-first​)

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of death

rating: T

word count: 1.379k

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october 2: foundling

It’s been a hard adjustment, to say the least.

Recently, you found the place where the child used to live, only to discover that his people were gone. You don’t know how or why, but you can see that the little village is in ruin—and you and Din agreed that the place was likely torn apart due to the search for the baby. You now have to take the baby in as one of your own permanently, which you of course don’t mind—but feel a hurt in your heart on behalf of the baby never getting to know his true people and family.

Din hasn’t been the same ever since. You assume it’s because of his stress to find somewhere to settle down, now, trying to make sure you both stay safe—regardless of the fact the threat to the child has been eliminated—as he selects a place where you can find a permanent home and let your family thrive. Din’s been quiet, even more so than usual, and his eyes lack a fraction of their usual light. It breaks your heart, and even though you’d like to know exactly what’s going on with your riduur, you don’t want to push him to a breaking point. He holds you tight enough at night to assure you that it’s not your fault, whatever it is.

For now, you’re still residing in the Crest, gathering materials that you can use for your future home whenever Din finds the perfect place. You’re confident he will—though he insists he won’t leave you out of the decision. These are the times when he’s the most active, as if he’s throwing himself into this search as a distraction. It worries you, but at the same time, it makes you wonder if that’s truly the reason why he’s been acting differently.

One night, you wake up to the sound of faint whimpers coming from the hull, where the baby’s sleeping. You frown, not even looking to Din’s side of the bed as you slyly crawl out and make your way down. When you get there, you prepare yourself to ease the baby back to sleep, knowing he’s probably suffering after facing the loss of his family.

But then, you find him swaddled and perfectly asleep in the arms of Din, who kneels on the floor of the hull and swallows down a strangled cry. The glow of the lights coming from various parts of the ship reveals that his cheeks are stained by tears. It was Din you heard—and your heart just about shatters inside your chest.

“Ni ceta, ner ad’ika,” Din mumbles in a heartbreakingly broken voice as a trembling hand brushes over the sleeping baby’s forehead. I’m sorry, little one. “Ni ceta. I don’t know why the galaxy has done this to both of us, but—,” Din pauses, whimpering again as he stumbles on his words, “—at least we have each other, right?” 

The sobs Din’s welling up in his throat are practically audible, and you find yourself fighting tears as you watch the scene. Your shoulder rests against the ladder as a hand covers your mouth, and instantly you realize what’s been bothering Din: he’s had to watch his own son go through the same exact thing he did.

“I will always be your buir, verd’ika,” Din goes on, his voice hauntingly hushed yet emotional as he speaks. “I’ll never leave you. Ori'haat. We will never leave you, ner kar’ta.”

Your heart just about plummets into your stomach as you watch the scene. It all pieces together: Din’s silence, his struggle, his lack of light—he’s been grieving for the child. He’s reliving his own experience and can’t stand the fact his adopted son is going through the same thing. Even if the baby doesn’t truly understand what’s happening, Din does, and his wound is still raw even after all these years.

Din stifles a cry and keeps letting the words spill from his lips. “I love you like my own, ad’ika. I always will. I… I will do everything it takes to be here for you. To give you the life you deserve.”

You can tell Din’s reaching his breaking point now, so you finally decide to step in. You swallow down your own emotions to stay strong for Din, watching as he looks up at you with eyes so full of pure grief and sadness that you nearly fall to your knees in despair. You ease the child out of his arms and rest him back in his pram, and as soon as you turn and kneel down to face Din, he wraps his arm tight around you and buries his face in your middle, sobbing into the material of your tunic.

“Shhh,” you coo softly, brushing one hand soothingly through his hair as the other supports his back. “I know, Din. It’s all right. He’s all right. I’m here, ner kar’ta.”

It doesn’t take long for Din to calm down—he’s never liked to cry, anyway, as much as you’ve encouraged him to. You never stop your comforting movements, though, wanting to make sure he’s all right as he comes down from his emotional high. When he looks back up at you, he rests his chin upon your middle, his dark eyes still full of grief as he looks at you. “He didn’t deserve to lose his family,” Din whispers, his voice still a whimper in his sadness. “He didn’t deserve to go through what I did.”

“He didn’t lose his family,” you assure Din, your voice soft as you ruffle your hand over his hair. “We’re the only family he’s ever known, Din. And he’s never going to lose us.” Din blinks a few times at that, and you watch the realization appear in his eyes at your truth. Still, you go on. “I’m so sorry you had to lose your family, Din.”

Din’s brow furrows slightly at that. “It’s all right.” His words are a haunted whisper, slowly getting stronger but still making your chest ache. “There’s no shame in being a foundling. I just…” Din pauses and takes a shaky breath, looking back to the pram for a moment before he turns back to you, “... I just don’t want to see him in pain.”

You keep running your hand over his head. “I know. But, pain is a part of life, Din. It’s hard to watch the ones we love suffer through it, but we get to be here to support them and love them no matter what. I’m sure our son is going to understand that.”

Din nods once. “You’re right.” The wrinkle in his brow begins to lessen as he repeats part of your words. “Our son.”

You smile at him and nod. “Yes, Din. Our son.” You remain in silence for a moment, observing his gaze as it begins to change slightly in front of you. You can’t identify what it is, so you decide to question him yourself, yearning to know how you can make him feel completely at ease. “Do you need anything, Din?”

Din shakes his head slowly, smiling in a bittersweet manner as he squeezes his arms a little tighter around you. “I have everything I could ever need right here, cyare.” He presses a kiss to your middle. “Ner aliit.” My family.

You keep smiling down at him, reaching for the sides of his face to pull it to yours in a brief yet sweet kiss. When you pull away, you add one on his nose, something you know will never fail to make him smile. “But you also need sleep, riduur.” Din chuckles softly at that. “Come. We can talk more about this in the morning.”

Din doesn’t hesitate to take your hand as you both stand up, and he holds tight to it the rest of the night as you ease him back into the state of love he’s yearned so long to experience—and yearns for his son to feel, too.

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[dindjarindiaries]

Mandoctober - October 10: Ad’ika

summary: The more Din starts to call the baby ad’ika, the closer they become, until they truly feel as if they’re father and son.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) & the child

warnings: pure wholesomeness and a ~pinch~ of canonical-type violence (incl. blood)

rating: G

word count: 1.448k

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october 10: ad’ika

It’s been a long day without the little green menace.

Din smiles beneath his helmet at the thought of getting to see him again as he ascends the ramp leading up to the Crest. He hates nothing more than leaving the baby on the ship, especially by himself. Din wishes he could have the baby with him at all times, but he knows it’s too dangerous to bring him on jobs. Without a caretaker, his best shot is to leave the baby in the Crest.

As soon as he secures the quarry away, Din opens the baby’s compartment, finding him standing there with eyes wide and full of excitement. The baby coos loudly, his little arms reaching out for Din. His heart warms within his chest like never before.

“Hey, you little womp-rat,” Din greets with nothing but warmth, picking up the baby and smiling wider as he watches him snuggle up comfortably in his arms. The baby coos again, still loud and bubbly as he offers an awkward smile up at Din. “Are you excited to see me, too?”

The baby keeps smiling, his little hands reaching for the Mythosaur necklace around Din’s neck as he begins to suck and nibble on it. Din chuckles to himself, keeping the baby tight against his chest as he ascends to the cockpit.

By the time he’s taken off and gotten the Crest into hyperspace, he notices the baby’s close to falling asleep in his arms. Din removes his pauldron to make it more comfortable for him, watching as his large eyelids begin to droop more and more. He lifts a gloved hand to run his thumb over the baby’s small forehead, watching his eyes close all the way. Din smiles. “Goodnight, ad’ika.”

The baby’s ears twitch a little at the new name, causing Din to chuckle again.

“Little one.”

Although his eyes are still closed, the baby nestles further into Din’s shoulder at that—causing Din’s heart to nearly burst through his beskar as he keeps him close.

Din keeps calling the baby by the nickname ad’ika, more and more until the baby recognizes it. Din doesn’t even realize this has happened until they’re outside the Crest stretching their legs on some backwater planet, Din leaning against the hatch as the baby messes around in the grass. He’s watching intently, his hand hovering above his holster and preparing for the first sign of danger.

Yet, the only danger inflicted is that of the baby upon a frog.

“Ad’ika!” Din calls, standing up straight from his place by the ship. The baby turns to him quickly, dropping the frog and staring with a concerned gaze.

That’s when it really hits Din: the child responds to his nickname perfectly, now, almost just like a name. He approaches his son calmly, picking him up and making him face his visor. “We don’t mess with the frogs. Remember?”

The baby’s ears start to droop lower on his head. Din sighs lightly, hating to see the baby so down. He reaches out a gloved finger to press against the baby’s nose, causing him to giggle and coo as he makes grabby-hands towards Din. He brings his son closer to his helmet, letting his little green fingers make the same motion against his visor. They both laugh as Din shakes his head, finally moving to bring them both inside the Crest again.

One of the next times Din calls the baby like that, it’s in much more of a panic.

Din’s returned to the Crest to notice with horror that it’s been broken into. He drops his quarry in place and runs forward, making his way inside as he draws his blaster. Everything seems in order, though it’s unusually silent, and Din can feel his blood turning to ice in his veins as he heads towards the child’s compartment.

“Ad’ika?” Din calls gently, opening the compartment just to have his heart fall into his stomach. The baby’s not there. His grip on his blaster tightens as he looks around the ship. “Ad’ika?” When he gets no response, he starts to look around more frantically, searching the hull and throwing anything that’s in his way. “Ad’ika!”

He freezes when he hears a little whimper, his heart stalling in his chest as he tries to search for the source. That source soon comes to him when he hears something drop near the ladder, turning around to see a hunter with the baby in his arms.

“Let him go,” Din nearly growls, his rasp tight as he points the blaster at him.

“Drop the blaster, Mando” the hunter demands, setting the baby in front of him as a little shield. “Or else you’ll be shooting him.”

The baby whimpers again, breaking Din’s heart as he looks at him. “I’m here, ad’ika.” Din tries to think through his options, watching the baby’s ears droop low to his sides.

And then, out of nowhere, the baby bites the hunter’s hand, causing him to drop him to the floor. Din immediately seizes the opportunity to blast him, also making him fall to the floor as he darts forward to check on the baby. The baby releases a few soft cries as Din picks him up gently, rocking him and shushing him as he holds him tight.

“I’m so sorry, ad’ika,” Din murmurs. “I won’t let this happen again. I promise.”

The baby winces and hides his face in the cloth of Din’s shoulder, causing Din to hold him even closer as he rests his helmet against his tiny forehead.

Din truly realizes the depth of his bond with the baby the day he manages to get back to the Crest while just barely hanging on to his consciousness.

He nearly has to drag himself up to the hatch before he collapses heavily in the hull, his chest moving irregularly as he tries in vain to catch his breath. The ship spins around him, making him sick to his stomach as he closes his eyes and releases a painful groan. The blood from his wound has started to seep through his gloves—the attempt to contain it also being in vain.

And then, Din hears that soft coo from his side. He moves his helmet to watch as the baby approaches, his eyes wide in fear and his ears drooped to the floor as he notices Din’s state. He can’t leave him here. But Din doesn’t think he has much of a choice.

“I’m… sorry, ad’ika,” Din mumbles, his rasp faint and broken. The baby’s eyes well up with tears before he observes Din further, his ears perking up a bit when he notices where his gloves are. The baby’s tiny hands try to push Din’s away, but he shakes his helmet. “N-No, ad’ika, don’t look there. I’m… it’s… all right.”

The baby doesn’t listen. Instead, he gets Din to move his hands, whimpering a bit when he sees the deep wound and the blood that surrounds it. Din watches as his eyes fall closed in focus, his little hands settling on the area as his strange energy begins to fill the hull. If Din had it in him, he’d stop him, not wanting him to hurt himself somehow by healing him. But all he can do is lay back in awe, watching as the baby completely closes up and heals the wound. This time, the baby just sits back when he’s done, not even falling asleep as he looks at his father with hope.

Din smiles—deciding to show the baby that as he sits up and slides off his helmet. The baby’s ears perk up at the sight of his father’s face, a loud coo coming from him as Din discards his bloody gloves and reaches to pick him up. They both exchange a warm smile as Din presses his forehead to the baby’s, closing his eyes as he feels the little hands grab at his face. “Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, ad’ika.” I know your name as my child, little one.

Although he doesn’t know what the words mean, his son seems to get the implication of them, cooing happily as he moves to bury his little face in Din’s neck. He smiles wider and pulls his little one close, content with the idea of never having to let him go.

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