#omg I didn’t know that tag existed I love it

[loki-the-bi-frost]

[chososcamgirl]

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER TWO: babadook

masterlist

“And that was free room by Ravyn Lenae and Appleby for you guys!”, her co-host Miwa talks into the microphone beside Yn.

“Next up on 106.9 FM is femininomenon by miss Chappel Roan in honour of spotify sending me the most agitated and irritating man as my soundmate. Love you spotify!” Yn speaks into the mic and smacks her lips.

“It’s like he gets off to making beautiful girls form frown lines in their prime years” Miwa says spinning her chair to look at Yn.

“Omg what if he’s the Babadook”, she gasps, clutching her blouse like it’s her non-existent pearls along with her exaggerated expression.

“The Babadook if he listened to Elliot Smith and Deftones”, Yn rolls her eyes still annoyed by the anonymous ass of a man as yesterday’s texts pop up in her mind.

“Fucking cunt”, she mumbles to herself hoping the mic didn’t catch onto that, otherwise management would also be up her ass alongside her soundmate.

“Aaaanyway’s here’s Chappel Roan’s femininomenon!”, Miwa quickly exclaims into the mic as she hits the play button.

Yn switches the microphone off and pulls the headset off the sides of her head and replaces them with her palms, groaning whilst doing so.

“That guy still haunting you huh”, the teal haired girl states as she smiles at Yn’s state.

She lifts up her head only for it to drag over the she of her chair as she looks at the upside down door.

“Miwa he was just so, so,” she begins but never finishes, but by the look on her partners face she already knows how she’s feeling.

“Want me to get Todo to find his address and beat him up? You know he will if it’s for you”

Yn lifts her head from the chair and plasters a faux thinking face and puts a finger on her chin. Miwa rolls her eyes and chuckles at her friend’s commitment to the bit.

Yn stops and grins at Miwa.

“Nah not worth it.”

extras!

• yn and miwa’s radio station is called ‘maneater’

• they mostly play songs from women but the one time yn played tridant’s new album and she was gushing about them for a good hour

• ynmegumi unblocked eachother as soon as they saw eachother on twitter help

• when toge leave their apartment the food is empty besides the fruits and vegetables (fatass)

• toge didn’t leave until like 4am once and caught yuta sneaking out of maki’s room

• they haven’t spoke about it since

• party yn is WILD and can absolutely throw a fucking party - with the help of panda of course

• the band mates definitely like yn more than megumi

• the toge texts are in panda’s pov i tried to make it as subtle as possible without stating help

• btw megumi and toge were fighting over who’s dishes were left in the sink so toge put a fish (yes a live fish but it was far from alive when megumi went into bed that night) into his bed with a note saying “wash this bitch”

• toge got his ass beat

• them actually being a band when question mark

• next chapter most likely wink wink

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[dannyricsmirrorball]

tying the knot • cl16 part 3 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || baby fever is a disease and it’s contagious!

alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬 again lol

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || so initially thought this would be the last one but alas it is not… so one or two more party’s left! also charles on POLEEEEE LFG

NOT PROOF READ YET!

part 1 part 2

liked by francisca.cgomes, luisinhaoliveira99, and 276,646 others

yourusername honeymooninggg

francisca.cgomes missing u babyyyy

⤷ yourusername i miss uuuuu kika bby 💕

username8 y/n and her mystery husband are sooo cute

username91 god i have seen what u have done for others

landonorris y/n jpg coming????

⤷ yourusername u wishhhh

arthur_leclerc have fun love birds 🐦🕊️😘😅

carla.brocker so stunning y/n/n 🤍

charles_leclerc safety hazard in the first pic mon beux

username16 charles and y/n honeymooning b4 the break is over, they’re so cute 🥹

⤷ username55 y/n charles shippers still exist?

lilymhe COME BACK NOW

⤷ yourusername soon!

⤷ alex_albon really. how soon is soon?🙄

⤷ yourusername blah blah haterrrrrr

liked by charles_leclerc, lilymhe, and 126,727 others

yourusername past couple months

username91 oh to be y/n gasly 🫠

⤷ username18 not gasly anymore!

⤷ username91 omg that’s right but we don’t know what her husbands last name is!!!

⤷ username52 maybe she didn’t change it? or got it hyphenated?

⤷ username16 y/n leclerc. sounds pretty good to me.

username9 always a ferrari gal ❤️

francisca.cgomes hotttt

isahernaez linda 😍

username9 even tho i’d love to know who he is, i still love the cute pics y/n posts of her and her husband

⤷ username82 they’re kinda like instead of private but not secret, they’re secret but not private LOL

username63 they’ve sucked her into there padel mania oh no

liked by carlossainz55, georgerussell63, and 186,870 others

yourusername cute stuff

tagged carla.brocker, charlotte2304, lilymhe, alex_albon, charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes

username16 the charles shirt 😭

username73 more charles x y/n content. we are winningggg.

username72 ahhh i love all her friendships especially w alex and lily

maxverstappen1 nice shirt 👍

username23 love that y/n is always some how w alex and lily

⤷ alex_albon she doesn’t leave us alone

⤷ yourusername you love meeee

charlotte2304 mi manchi, bella ragazza

⤷ yourusername i miss uuuu

alex_albon ur welcome for the shirt y/n/n ✌️

⤷ charles_leclerc 🤨

⤷ alex_albon it wasn’t all me!!!

⤷ charles_leclerc don’t worry alex, ik lily was the mastermind 😒

⤷ lilymhe what’s it to u???! it’s funnyyyy

charles_leclerc never letting u take the wheel again

⤷ yourusername boooo whatevaaaa

liked by joris__trouche, yourusername, and 11,829 others

mlnmarta un début octobre sur la côte d'azur ur

translation: an early october on the french riviera

tagged riccardobenetta, charles_leclerc

yourusername mon coeur explose 🥹❤️‍🔥

yourusername baby c 😭

yourusername je vous aims tellement ❤️❤️

⤷ mlnmarta nous aussi ❤️

username16 y/n freaking out is so realllll

joris__trouche boubouuuu 🥹

charlottesiine bébé chiara 😍💕

username11 omfg charles w a baby. i’m on the floor.

charles_leclerc 🤍

liked by luisinhaoliveira99, alex_albon, and 192,082 others

yourusername ma petite fille 🩷

tagged yourfriend1

username17 y/n w kids 🥰

yourfriend1 give her back!

⤷ yourusername never!

francisca.cgomes so cuteeee 💘

landonorris don’t drop her 😳

⤷ yourusername how could u even suggest it?!

leclerc_pascale tu es le prochain 😉🥰

⤷ yourusername maman! 😅

⤷ lorenzotl 😂

⤷ arthur_leclerc better get to work 😉🤣

liked by lilymhe, yourfriend1, and 175,982 others

yourusername auntie duties 💐

tagged yourfriend1, yourfriend2

username27 she’s so pretty

username74 baby fever arising

yourfriend2 u can take them for longer!

⤷ yourusername i just abt might take them forever 🥹🥹

⤷ yourfriend2 oh that’s not-

francisca.cgomes perfeita 😍

yourfriend1 coolest aunt out!

landonorris they trust u w their kids?!?

⤷ yourusername ur parents trust me w u?

⤷ alex_albon owned.

liked by mlnmarta, yourusername, and 887,838 others

charles_leclerc pourquoi tous nos amis ont des bébés?

translation: why do all our friends have babies?

tagged mlnmarta, riccardoberetta, yourfriend1, yourusername

username18 lmfao y/n and charles rlly are just surrounded by a bunch of babies and toddlers

username15 i’m actually dead at the amount of charles and y/n x babies content we’ve been getting

username54 charles acting like we don’t know he has the biggest baby fever ever… i mean look at talk the reels he likes

⤷ username7 same as y/n like that baby fever has KICKED IN

riccardoberetta ❤️

yourusername 🥹

username82 does no one else find all these baby posts from y/n and charles a bit… suspicious

⤷ username72 no? u guys need to get over this agenda, like they’re just childhood friends

pierregasly surprised u know how to hold one mate

⤷ charles_leclerc cant say the same for u

landonorris y/n looks like she’s going to eat the poor thing

�� charles_leclerc i think she wanted to 😅

⤷ yourusername U DIDNT SEE HIS LITTLE CHEEKS 🥹

mlnmarta 😍

liked by friend1, luisinhaoliveira99, and 198,827 others

yourusername j'en veux un

translation: i want one

tagged yourfriend2, mlnmarta

yourfriend2 😳 ummmm please return my baby b4 u say these things…

⤷ yourfriend1 don’t trust her.

⤷ yourusername whatever do u mean… ☺️☺️

username9 ik we were all joking abt y/n having baby fever but i fr think she does

username88 girly just got married and she already wants a baby LMFAO

⤷ username72 i mean i would to if charles leclerc was my husband

⤷ username2 average delulu charles y/n stan

username82 that pic of charles and baby c moved and changed y/n and that is so relatable of her

⤷ username26 literally SAME

landonorris have u seen ur laundry room?

⤷ yourusername shut up. you’re literally a child.

pierregasly oh? 😀

lilymhe MILF MILF MILF MILF MILF

⤷ yourusername LET’S BE MILFS TOGETHER

⤷ lilymhe OMFG YES

⤷ alex_albon oh! 😃🤨

username18 don’t mind her. she’s going through a phase 😬

danielricciardo i knew there was a reason u begged to come back to the farm w me! u wanted to steal my nephews and nieces 🫨

⤷ yourusername they’re just so cutieful 🥹🥹

username17 wild y/n on the loose! hide ur kids!!!

joris__trouche u guys are too much 🤣🤣

⤷ username91 what does he mean ‘you guys’… when i tell u everything is piling onto my charles y/n agenda 😗

mlnmarta si mignon, baby c tu manques 🌸🌸

⤷ yourusername I MISS HER 🥹😘❤️

liked by lorenzotl, charles_leclerc, and 19,092 others

charlotte2304 what a weekend 🏎️❤️

tagged carla.brocker, francisca.cgomes

carla.brocker 🩷🩷

username17 where’s y/n lol

francisca.cgomes 💕

lorenzotl ma belle

username72 leclerc wagsss so pretty

username01 where’s y/n?!

username18 y/n has NEVER missed monza. where is she?!

username89 leclerc wags w/o y/n 🥺

liked by pierregasly, alpinef1team, and 198,038 others

francisca.cgomes 🇮🇹

username9 the prettiest gal in the paddock

username14 her fits 😍😍

username16 miss y/n and kika in the paddock together

⤷ username81 please it’s one race 🙄

pierregasly 🤍

charlotte2304 😍

carla.brocker 💘

username17 i needddd her dress

luisinhaoliveira99 so pretty 💘🌸

liked by alex_albon, georgerussell63, and 109,882 others

lilymhe p7 for my mansssss 🍝

tagged alex_albon

username23 his good luck charm!!!

username41 she looks so bored w/o y/n

username18 lily where’s y/n?!!!

⤷ username16 fr where is she?! she never misses monza!

alex_albon 🐐🐐

williamsracing monza minister of defenseeeee 📣📣

2 years later // 2025

liked by lilymhe, isahernaez, and 239,092 others

francisca.cgomes famfun&friends

username53 sweetest couple

username18 missing y/n and kika hoursss

username21 it’s been two years. where is y/n hiding!!!

username14 every time kika or pierre or lily or like anyone posts i cross my fingers that y/n is in a pic and i’m always disappointed

pierregasly ma belle 😘

lando.jpg pic creds??

⤷ francisca.cgomes desculpe lan

⤷ username17 if u had told me 2-3 years ago that lando and kika were mates i would’ve been shocked

⤷ username4 it’s all thanks to y/n… she brought together all those random pairings bc they were all friends w her… and now she’s no where to be found 🫠

charles_leclerc stop taking my man 🤬

⤷ francisca.cgomes then give me back my girl!!!

⤷ username16 GIRL?!? 😳

⤷ username68 charles has a gf?!

⤷ username45 OMFG

⤷ username63 it’s y/n guys… like trust meeeee

⤷ username78 pack it up granny

⤷ charles_leclerc no girlfriend

⤷ username16 OH?! officially confused.

liked by alex_albon, carmenmmundt, and 109,838 others

lilymhe recent 🌃

tagged francisca.cgomes, alex_albon, carmenmmundt, heidiberger_, charles_leclerc

username1 i’m actually so emo bc where tf is y/n

username82 lily hanging out w charles has rlly reminded me how much i miss y/n. like what happened? where did she go!!

username17 all the best wagssss

alex_albon ✌️

heidiberger_ ilyyyyy

⤷ lilymhe mwahhhh

username76 all of them hanging out without y/n feels sooo wrong

⤷ username73 it’s been TWO years bro like get over it

⤷ username14 how do u know that she’s not there? they might just not post photos of her bc she wants privacy lol

⤷ username54 WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING!! like everyone has been throwing a hissy for the past two years abt y/n and where she is but like are we forgetting that kika is her sister-in-law and pierre is her literal brother also she grew up w the leclercs and lily has been her best friend for like over five years - i guarantee she just doesn’t have a presence on social media but is surely still in their lives

charles_leclerc traitor! i look like an idiot

⤷ lilymhe well i mean…

⤷ charles_leclerc wounded

francisca.cgomes miss u ml x

carmenmmundt 🤍

liked by yourusername, scuderiaferrari, and 8,092,260 others

charles_leclerc no words. ❤️

tagged f1, scuderiaferrari

username18 “for the first time ever, charles leclerc is champion of the world!” was music to my earssss

username61 LFGGGGGG

username92 ⭐️boyyyyy

username16 il predestinato fulfils the prophecy

scuderiaferrari il formidable, il predestinato ❤️❤️

carlossainz55 deserved hermano. felicidades!

pierregasly félicitations mon frère 🫶

lorenzotl waouh charles ❤️🤍

landonorris congrats mate 😘

francisca.cgomes congratulations charles!!! 🫶💘

joris__trouche bravo mon beaux 😉😘

yourusername jamais été aussi fier de réaliser vos rêves! champion du monde ❤️ toujours à vos côtés 🤍

translation: never been prouder, fulfilling your dreams! champion of the world. forever by your side

⤷ charles_leclerc pour toujours

username71 UMMMM Y/N???!!

username8 after years of radio silence the first sign of y/n is her congratulating charles on his wdc 😭😭 they are soulmates, u cna not make this shit up

alex_albon 🔝 job charlie

lilymhe 👏👏

arthur_leclerc bon travail frère ❤️🤍

leclerc_pascale mon bébé 🥰

georgerussell63 let’s gooo 👍👏

lewishamilton 💜

username16 the way y/n’s comment is the only one charles replied too 👀

taglist: @chalecbooks @lxclerc @1655clean @dl-yum @honey6578 @lillianacristina @xcinnamongirl @glitterf1 @christianpulisic10

[sofs16]

clearly

pair lando norris x singer!reader

note if you guys want to decorate my tree with a little note, I’d appreciate it:,)

tree!

++ dont be a silent reader pls hehe

ln4updates

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ln4updates Lando goes live on twitch again and mentions his longtime crush, yn. (she’s a** — i got the subtitles wrong)

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ynslover F1 and yn?!? 😭😭😭

norrizznutsz THE BUTTON UP O HTMGOFD

user73 if i was yn, i’d be dead. lando.jpg yn

⤷ ln4updates mans has no shame 😭

landonorris

tagged: yn liked by yn, and 7,373,383 others

landonoriss that’s a wrapppppp 😁

view all 263,383 comments

user33 the thirst trap right before the yn tagged slide 😭😭😭

yn congrats, lando 🧡🤍

⤷ landonorris thankyou so much! your music was my wakeup music

[ COMMENT DELETED ! ] ⤷ landonorris thank you so much, yn! your music was always blasting at the mclaren garage 🫡

⤷ yn awwww thank you AHAHAHA hope to meet you some time! ⤷ landonorris See you at your UK show :)

⤷ yn omg what!!!! see you soon!!!

⤷ carlossainz55 DMS exist

[(carlossainz55) landonorris: DELETE THAT CARLOS STOP SHUTUTP STOP]

[ COMMENT DELETED ! ]

⤷ yn AHAHAH, come in them then 😝

(LANDONORRIS) yn just followed you back!

[ (landonorris) carlossainz55: You’re welcome]

yn

uk, manchester

liked by landonorris, and 12,462,299 others

yn cop or drop???

view all 1,484,484 comments

landonorris cop 👮‍♀️

⤷ yn thought dms existed?? :)

⤷ user4 oh ITS HAPPENING. user44 lando thinks he’s real slick with commenting ‘cop’ 4 seconds after this was posted 😭

ynspeed yn’s response to lando’s thirst trap:

⤷ yn landonorris isn’t the only one who can do that

⤷ user2 i bet lando is dying rn

yn

manchester, uk

liked by landonorris, and 9,284,019 others

yn and that’s the end of the silence between songs tour 😵‍💫😵‍💫manchester, you are something else 🧡 i’m glad it was you closing this magical tour! thank you, thank you, thank you!

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user3 the orange heart???? something is a little 🐟hy around here…

⤷ user4 I CANT WITH THE FISH EMOJI😭

ln4updddts WHERE’S OUR YNLANDO CONTENT!!

lando.jpg

liked by yn, and 3,586,203 others

lando.jpg I woke up happy, watched the sun rise. I wonder why

view all 219,456 comments

yn the I Wonder caption 🥹🥹🥹

⤷ lando.jpg Too good of an opportunity to not use it

yn i adore you

⤷ lando.jpg i adore YOU! ⤷ lnrizzyn theyre actually my parents. ⤷ ynsloverr lnrizzyn THE LAST SLIDE!!!!!

user39 THE FLOWERS!!! YNS FAV ARE TULIPS 🥹

ynsource

liked by landonorris, and 15,490 others

ynsource yn coming out backstage with her favorite tulips in hand! rumored to be given by landonorris

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user484 HELLO???

ynsource

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ynsource yn goes live on twitch again and mentions lando norris! view all 382 comments

uppyn landonorris are you okay? user37 YNLANDO NATION RISE!!!

landoyn4

liked by landonorris, and 21,927 others

landoyn4 LANDO NORRIS WHEN I CATCH YOU. HER WAITING FOR THE DM😭😭😭😭😭 HER SEEING OUT POSTS 😭😭😭

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lllmclerc Lando liking the posts 😭

(99+) INSTAGRAM MESSAGES 𐙚˙✧˖°

— december 9, 2023

Lando Norris

i am sooooo sorry for not messaging sooner. i pussied out and thought you were joking about it:( please forgive me please

yn 🫧🤍

hi landooo! don’t worry about it:) sorry if i outed you online, i kind of pussied out as well to message you 😭 you just seemed interested so i didn’t know what to think after you came to the uk show last week with those flowers and you ghosted me

Lando Norris

No i feel even worse now. I really did want to hang out or go out with you (whichever you prefer) but, again, i pussied out… think we could have a redo?

and about the online thing, it’s totally alright, nothing they didn’t already know anyways 🤗

yn 🫧🤍

it’s alright and i would love to go out with you :)) what’s important is we were able to talk in our most random way possible 👍🏻

Lando Norris

do you mind if i get your number?

yn 🫧🤍

not at all! it’s xx-xxx- xxx

yn

liked by landonorris, and 15,976,019 others

yn sorry i haven’t been active :) i’ve been happier than ever

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landonorris nice heart

⤷ yn thanks! ynlando 😵‍💫👀

landonorris

liked by yn, and 8,923,019 others

landonorris snow days ☃️

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yn hey, nice heart! ⤷ landonorris your snow heart is better ☹️

ynlannn …

ynlannn HELLO?????? LANDO CAMCORDER -> POST OF YN FROM A CAMCORDER. THE HEART SNOW -> YN WITH HEART SNOW. THE COMMENTS. THE BOYFRIEND EFFECT IN THE 4TH PIC. SO MUCH TO UNFOLD AFTER 3 WEEKS OF SILENCE.

ynsource

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ynsource photos taken of yn by the paps this week! view all 1,982 comments

lnyln we’re all thinking the same thing, aren’t we..

⤷ynsource ynlando real and they’re on a ski trip🥹

landonorris and yn

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landonorris and yn Lando is the photographer in the relationship, clearly. - yn 🧡

y/n/n is clearly the better looking one in the relationship, clearly - lando 🤍

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yn hey! that last part isnt true ☹️

⤷ landonorris yes it is

⤷ yn thats a lie

⤷ landonorris you’re like the most beautiful person in this universe. what are you on

⤷ carlossainz55 Not even three months and disgusting in the comments already 😝

⤷ landonorris shhh dad

user4 THEYRS SOOOO🥹😝

ynslove i bet that first clip is yn for her 2nd leg of the tour 😵‍💫😵‍💫

user73 y/n/n?? she said she doesn’t like being called that except for her future partner UGHHHHDHAJAALALA

mclaren 🧡🧡🧡

#SOF : anotha lando fic!! bump on the tree 🤗

happy holidays! 🤍🤍

[theworldofotps]

Pushed Away

Pairing: Bayley x Reader Word Count: 1,284 Description: In the weeks leading up to Mania, Bayley feels lost and pushes her girlfriend away.

@madhatterbri here you are lovely I hope that you enjoy it! Thanks for sending the request in.

No there is no part two _________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91 @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana  @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______ Bayley knew that something wasn’t right when her group started acting weird around her, not replying much in their group chat. Excluding her from nights out or just finding reasons why they couldn’t travel together. So, when they jumped her in the ring after she overheard them talking about her backstage Bayley felt betrayed. She had put so much into this group trying to make them the most dominant women’s fraction that had ever existed in WWE. The people she had considered her friends deserted her like so many before.

Originally when she won the rumble, she was going to face Rhea that way she and Iyo could be at the top of the women’s division together. That all changed the moment she realized she couldn’t trust them anymore. Bayley knew that the weeks leading up to Mania were going to be brutal she’d have to go after those she cared about. And given what Damage Control had done to the women’s division she knew that help wouldn’t be easy to find.

Every week she’d be looking over her shoulder waiting for an attack and every time it came, she felt like she was losing sanity. Bayley felt like she couldn’t trust anyone, not even the person who had been there from the start of it all from the moment she joined the main Roster. Her girlfriend Y/n. Someone she cared for more than anyone else she worked with.

After Bayley had limped to the locker room and changed after another attack she came out and spotted Iyo and Dakota talking to y/n. Her heart broke and not thinking in her right mind Bayley knew she needed to watch herself, even if that meant pushing Y/n away.

“Have you seen Bayley?”

Y/n asked for the fifth time to one of her coworkers when her girlfriend hadn’t returned any of her texts or calls. She wanted to be sure the other woman was alright after what happened in the ring and still hadn’t been able to reach or find her.

“Zelina! Please have you seen Bayley? I’ve been looking all over for her, and I haven’t been able to find her.”

“Yeah, I saw her limping outside to an uber, I thought the two of you left together?”

“We were supposed too that’s why I drove the rental here, but she must have been hurting really badly and just didn’t bother to wait.”

“Possible she did look to be in a bit of pain medical probably told her to just take it easy and rest. Let me know if you need anything once you check in on her.”

“Thank you I appreciate that.”

After saying goodbye to her friend Y/n continued to the parking lot and got in her rental heading for the hotel. She was still a bit concerned about why Bayley hadn’t answered any of her attempts to reach her but chalked it up to her possibly being in the shower. Once y/n finally made it to the hotel and up to their shared room she swiped the key card and peeked her head inside expecting to see Bayley laying on the bed. Instead, the room was empty, looking around the room she spotted the area that their suitcases had sat and only hers was there. A heavy feeling began to grow in her stomach as she searched for a note, finally she spotted one on a piece of hotel paper.

Dear y/n, I know you’re probably freaking out right now wondering where I am and what’s going on. Don’t worry about me, I just need some space to think. I seen Dakota and Iyo talking to you after I got cleaned up and I just can’t risk another person I care about turning on me. I know it’s not fair to just assume you would, but I need to be careful. I’m sorry if this hurts you but I need to do what’s best to ease my mind until this whole thing with Iyo and Damage Control is over. I don’t have anyone at work to support me against the four of them and if I want to be able to beat Iyo at Wrestlemania I need to be focused. Don’t take it personally but this is what I have to do. I need to protect myself and I don’t think I could take it if they used you to get to me. It would just about end me.

Bayley

Reading the note for a third time y/n sunk onto the bed staring off as she tried to think. She knew the group turning on Bayley had really shaken her confidence. That and the attacks Damage Control did while together took away every possible ally she could have. Or so she assumed, Y/n had spoken to Naomi and she felt for Bayley knowing sometimes you let things just go to your head.

Iyo and Dakota had been talking to y/n that was true, but it was only to see how Bayley was handling the storyline, she didn’t realize until this moment that it was going harder for Bayley than she imagined. Setting the note to the side y/n made the decision to respect her girlfriend and give the space she was asking for even if it was hard. And the three weeks that followed were very hard, seeing Bayley struggling on tv despite having Naomi’s help. Hearing her backstage trying to make amends so someone could take care of the rest of Damage Control so she could deal with Iyo. It wasn’t easy for y/n to sit by and watch, seeing the dismay on her face at every rejection.

When Jade, Bianca and Naomi decided to team up and fight Damage Control at Mania you were relieved. Now she could hopefully have some peace of mind going into her match. Y/n still hadn’t received any more text messages from her apart from the occasional check in text. It made her feel a little better knowing she still cared enough to look in after her girlfriend. The bed was lonely at night and deep-down part of her was hurt that Bayley didn’t trust her enough to know she’d never turn on her.

So, it was much to her surprise when she got a knock on the hotel door at nearly eleven thirty after the first night of Wrestlemania. When y/n saw that it was Bayley on the other side she opened the door confused.

“Bayley? What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you, can I come in?”

“Yes of course come on.”

Stepping back, she let the other woman in the room and gently closed the door behind her, watching as Bayley looked around the room. Y/n couldn’t help noticing the dark circles under her eyes but remained silent.

“I’m so sorry y/n I’m so damn sorry.”

She said as tears sprung to her eyes and she covered her face, y/n frowned walking over and just as she started wrapping her arms around her. Bayley’s legs gave out, y/n quickly did her best to lift her and got them onto the bed where she held her girlfriend close.

“You’re okay, you’re just tired and you need to let it out you’ve been driving yourself crazy these last few weeks and you’re probably nervous about tomorrow.”

“I’m scared I’m not going to be able to do it, I think I can but I just part of me is scared I’m going to fail and lose this moment.”

“Don’t worry I’m right here and we can work it out together.”

Y/n said holding her still as they laid there her whispering soft words to Bayley as she did her best to console her.

[tojiscrack]

hey tojiscrack! (can’t get over ur user lolll!) just wanted to drop by again to say that your fic is absolutely divine—truly everything i could ever want and more. i had a quick observation to share, though i’m not entirely sure if it holds up. ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

so, from what i recall, megumi doesn’t like change (or am i tripping? i think it was mentioned in the earlier chapters). he seems very at ease with the current dynamic he shares with our little mermaid—so accustomed to her being by his side that the idea of anyone else being interested in her feels almost bizzare to him. ｢( • ﾍ •)

so far, there hasn’t been a strong, viable love interest for y/n other than megumi. even the flyer guy, who showed some interest, was quickly brushed aside. megumi seemed relieved by that, since it meant his status quo remained intact, with no real threat to disrupt the life he’s so familiar with as y/n wasn’t interested/didn’t even realize flyer guy had a crush on her. nothing changed and life could continue as normal for them hehe. (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)

now we have kamo expressing interest in someone, and while it could be anyone, my hunch is that it’s y/n (big surprise, right?). if y/n and kamo end up together, as you hinted at with the love triangle, it seems inevitable that megumi will *hate* it—much like he hated change in earlier chapters. even if it turns out to be the flyer guy, the result would be the same: megumi would despise the shift because it upends his sense of stability and changes the way things already are.

it feels like megumi’s aversion to change runs so deep that he’d rather remain friends with y/n and preserve the life he knows than risk complicating things by acting on his feelings. we’ve seen hints of his internal struggle, from how he reacted to her in elementary school, the airport hug scene, the dance scene, and more recently, when he claimed no one could have a crush on her, tweaking at the thought when she brought it up, how cute!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

i hope this makes sense, but essentially, my point is that megumi likely views anyone interested in y/n as a threat to his normalcy. he’s so resistant to change that it will undoubtedly be a major theme in the story, especially as y/n’s potential new relationship forces him to confront the reality that change is an inevitable part of life, especially as they grow older and navigate adolescence. 

or maybe i’m just yapping and everything i’ve said is just me doing obstacles to prove a point that doesn’t exist? idk, i saw the foreshadowing tag and now all i’ve been doing is actively looking for it hehe.

stay safe and omggg study for those exams girl, you’re in college!

liar, liar masterlist here:

WAIT…

IS THIS BIG BRAIN ANON? 🧠 😫

OMG IT MUST BEEEE, HELLOOO, I THOUGHT I’D NEVER HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN <333

okay let’s address this juicy thought 😋💓

my user is indeed stupid. i once again let everyone know that i am not a toji girly (like, at all). i am an AVID gojo girly through and through, he and i go way back and we’re going strong 💪❤️‍🔥 ‘tojiscrack’ is simply cuz it sounds funny LMAO, taster of what u’ll expect from my works. i’m also very, very, VERY flattered with all ur compliments. writing this story and reading ur comments and thoughts and amazing predictions, all of that is definitely the highlight of writing and publishing this altogether, so thank you sm for sharing! <3

no, you are most certainly not tripping. i think it was elementary school or smth, it was not only mentioned but vaguely implied that megumi the porcupine doesn’t like change. like, at all. he’s comfortable with the way things are: i wanted to parallel it to canon (EVERYTHING INSIDE THIS BRACKET IN BOLD INCLUDES MANGA SPOILERS FROM JJK266!!! — it was mentioned, tho i can’t remember the exact wording, that megumi just wants to be able to do the simple things with his family, the example being laundry. the change he experienced with sukuna and jujutsu society in general after gojo’s sealing was something he didn’t like, at all. albeit, it was very extreme, ANYONE would hate it, but his stance on doing something as simple as laundry inspired this stance megumi has in ‘liar, liar’, where he wants to remain comfortable with his friends and family as he is, a parallel to canon).

‘our little mermaid’ finished me, sorry 😭 don’t let her hear u saying that HAHA

i like this build up you’ve come up with (megumi seeing someone crush on y/n as ‘bizarre’) from just that (his discomfort with change). it’s accurate, scarily accurate. i can’t even try and sugar coat this one, but yeah. i was lowkey waiting for someone to realise that, i felt as if it was kinda in ur face but ig not 😭 well done!

here comes the debate tho! some of my readers have completely forgotten about jeremiah (the flyer guy), whereas others acknowledge him and believe him to be important in terms of the second love interest for the love triangle, and then you, who believes that he was important for the sole purpose of proving that point you’ve just made: that megumi was relieved by him being shrugged off, ‘cause it meant, in ur words, that ‘his status quo remained intact’.

because of the fact that everyone’s kinda torn on this, i am not gonna tell you whether you’re right or not 😋 i would have if there was just one collective stance on jeremiah, but there isn’t, and it’s fun reading all these theories, debates and predictions :) but i’m gonna say this: out of the three predictions for jeremiah, only one is completely right. now it’s time for everyone to guess which one it is (muahahahaha)!!!

‘we have kamo expressing interest in someone, and while it could be anyone, my hunch is that it's y/n’ — another thing my readers are lowkey torn on. this will be addressed in the next chapter as well as the chapter after that, so i’m not gonna say much on this just so that you can read those chapters with no spoilers 🌝 i can, however, say that you’re right with the whole megumi hating the love triangle thing again, and ur reasoning is half on point too (half, only ‘cause there’s another reason as well, but i wouldn’t expect you to know that ‘cause i haven’t touched upon this at all haha). but it won’t just be megumi hating this triangle — a lot of characters won’t be fans of it, including our mains, so no surprise there.

can i just add that you are so articulate as you’re explaining this? like your prediction is so extremely well thought out, and parts of it i’m only not revealing ‘cause it’s already gonna be shown in the next two chapters, so pls consider yourself SMART 😫👀

‘it feels like megumi's aversion to change runs so deep that he'd rather remain friends with y/n and preserve the life he knows than risk complicating things by acting on his feelings’

…

maybe. maybe not. interesting take. i’m patting myself on the back btw, u’ll find out why CHAPTERSSS away

‘we've seen hints of his internal struggle, from how he reacted to her in elementary school, the airport hug scene, the dance scene, and more’ — just curious, which scene in elementary school did you think this from? 🤔 i’m thinking you meant to write middle school, because there was an obvious change there that i wanted everyone to pick up on (and they have, thankfully 🤗) but maybe i’m just a lousy author who can’t remember wth happened in the earlier chapters 💀

‘i hope this makes sense’ — GIRL YOU DID NOT HAVE TO ADD THIS CUZ IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE <3 you’re so on point (and maybe not as well, but i shall not reveal this until later) about so many things here that i even considered just letting this rot in my inbox 😭 jk, i’d never do that ‘cause i want my readers picking this stuff up, so keep doing it! and i’ll eat it up every damn time 😤

but the whole ‘change is inevitable’ theme is kinda hinted at a lot, especially ‘cause… i was gonna reveal something i shouldn’t 😳 anyway, it’s a coming-of-age kinda story, and we all know change is inevitable there. megumi, despite being reluctant about it, knows it too.

‘or maybe i'm just yapping and everything i've said is just me doing obstacles to prove a point that doesn't exist?’ — three words: maybe you are. and that’s all you’re getting outta me 🌝🎀

the sole purpose of that foreshadowing tag is to force you to keep ur eyes open, and you’ve done just that, so pat ur back for me why don’t u? 🫣

[buddierecs]

Hi, I actually don’t know if this exists but my mind thinks it does for some reason and I need to ask lol. Are there any Step Up AU fics??? I tried looking but didn’t find anything :( thanks in advance!!

hiii! omg i love this! I actually haven't read any but i did find some (which i will definitely be reading now) let me lose myself by: browneyedgirl6 words: 39k rating: explicit important tags: different first meeting au, mutual pining, idiots in love, soft!buddie, hurt/comfort, team as family all you gotta do is just step-step by: the_milky_way words: 29k rating: general audience important tags: crossover au, secret identity, friends to lovers, pre-relationship, jealous!evan buckley you would swear mandela was my dance teacher by: orphan_account words: 1.5k rating: mature important tags: crossover au, pre-relationship, pining, past lives, light angst

[shukakumoodboard]

HELLO 👋 I would like to know about (in any order that excites youuuuu)

Love (As Told Through the Medium of Last- Minute Grocery Lists)

Mercury Retrograde

AND/OR

Thread of deepest scarlet, heart of shining pearl

And TGOD obvi if you're not burnt out by that one lol no pressure for replying about them ALL but I'm here for the excited yapping. 👉😎👉

*waiting menacingly*

omg hello winkwonk

i can do these in order -- under the cut because i'm about to Talk For Tew Damn Long

mercury retrograde

ok mercury retrograde is a fic based on a really goofy premise called "what if i shit on all the canon pairings at once?" via the medium of gaalee fanfic. it's essentially a story told from all of the other konoha 12 POVs where everyone on earth is having relationship (or pining) problems except, apparently, gaara and lee, who (in the POV of non-overlapping people, so no one makes the connection) seem to have secret paramours that are perfect for them hooHA. some start pairs include sasusaku, naruhina, and inosai, and end pairs being sns, inosaku, kibahina, etc. shikatema and chokarui stick the landing but. i like them well enough xo

basically a fix it fic for all the endgame pairs As According To Gospel Me

behold! a snippetteptpetptp

Damn it, not only was her love life awful, but the weather was, too, and she didn’t have an umbrella! What was up with this week? Mercury must be in retrograde or something, she mused, slouching against the bark of the tree at the edge of training field one. She’d have to ask Tenten, she was an astrology nut, she’d know for certain. “Ino-san, what are you doing out here by yourself, it is raining!” Ino looked off to the side to find her unexpected hero of the hour, one Rock Lee, clutching a scroll to his chest with an umbrella in hand. “Suffering,” she said. “Oh dear. Is there any way I can help?” “Actually,” Ino said, eyeing the umbrella, “are you heading towards town? I didn’t know it was going to rain.” “I am!” Lee said, and held out the umbrella. Ino slid out from under the tree and joined him. They started walking, Lee asking polite questions about her day while Ino scrounged for a more interesting topic. Maybe she could use this moment to answer the questions Sakura had posed a few days ago? Her eyes settled on the scroll Lee held, his grip tighter on the still-rolled paper than Choji’s grip on his beloved chip bags. “What’cha got there?” Lee turned a brilliant pink and smiled hugely. “It is a letter from my precious one!” “Oh, who!?” Ino cried, hamming it up, just a little bit. She was curious. “That,” he said very seriously, “is a secret.”

Love (As Told Through the Medium of Last- Minute Grocery Lists)

so this one is the fic i've started to create for my FTH 2024 bid winner @chinesefirethorn <3

it's a series of alternating POVs developing a gaalee relationship through unintentional dates which are actually just various gaalees having to run errands -> inspired, actually, by the fact my partner, the colloquially-christened-by-gaalee-discord mr. bread, tells me every time we have to do long distance that he misses going grocery shopping with me. which is like. how dare u make me feel romantic about feckin' woolies actually. no snippets for this one but here's the extant tag list:

clown-to-clown communication

Grocery Store (Romantic)

5+1 Things or similar

Food as a metaphor for love

Gardening also as a metaphor for love

Tooth-Rotting Fluff, and

scenes of domestic bliss

note: currently this one is on hold because reg has been offline for a while and i want to write this one for her when she's around again so it's tailored to her. reg come back i miss u

thread of deepest scarlet, heart of shining pearl

allow me to redirect you to this post where i unloaded about it

The Grapes of Debauchery

tgod my goode friend tgod, u are my brainchild and the bane of my existence rn. before i even begin to talk about tgod u must observe this hysterically funny advertisement post by @rkaln because i think about it every day

ok tgod. up next, thank thine lordt, is the long awaited sober winkwonk time chapter god Bless what has taken me so long it's the doctorate whyd i do that to myself we shall neber knwo

but i can tell you what i will deliver, and that is: Virgins Being Awkward In The Sack. none of this red face fanning self smut no this is pure cringefail shenanigans you're gonna get home grown baby not outsourced man directly from the kitchen table at my house you want it we got it guaranteed

gaara says "raw dog" out loud. the condoms are expired. lee nuts too early and panics about it. gaara's hungover. both of them WILL cry at some point. they've non-startered three times even im getting annoyed and im the author. just boink you clowns

here's a snippet from the next chapter, which is titled, to my absolute delight, Will You Two Please Just Drink Some F*cking Water:

Gaara stood and crowded into Lee’s space while he riffled through the drawer and yanked out a small, brightly coloured tube. “Lee, these are expired.” “Ex—huh?” Lee took the box and squinted at the date. Then he looked up, horrified. “I did not know they expired! I can um, go get—” “I don’t care,” Gaara said, taking the small bottle the lube Lee held from him. “I haven’t had sex with anyone, so unless you have some sort of genital illness—” “I do not!” Lee’s shout rattled the windows. Gaara winced.

truly i have achieved the pinnacle of yammertime, if ur still here holy sgat u are devoted and i lov u

[writtenontheport]

Lockwood falling in love with the type three ghost of a girl.

That's it.

That's the ask.

The Haunted Boy and His Ghostly Girlfriend

Prologue

(pt. 1) (pt. 2)

Anthony Lockwood x fem reader

Warnings/Tags: Reader is in this for like 2 paragraphs, Romcom 😭, Ik you gave me angst but everything I touch turns romcom I’m so sorry, George gets mad at Lockwood for a bit, Old people clients, mentions of death, Reader is literally a fucking ghost 😭, please tell me if there’s anything I forgot to tag

Notes: I absolutely adored this request omfg. When I saw it, I just KNEW I had to write it omg. This is— this needs to be multipart I’m so sorry. I can’t get it out of my head that he’ll have a little ghostly girlfriend PLEASE ITS SO CUTE IN MY HEAD. Also; very badly edited!! I was exhausted when I first posted this and am still currently combing through it for errors.

Summary: It starts, as all things do here: with a meetcute, the undead, and maybe a bit of tomfoolery. It goes, as it almost never does, with meeting the undead love of his life. What a big day for Anthony Lockwood.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Lockwood is staring into the eyes of the most breathtaking girl he has ever seen, and she isn’t even alive anymore. The girl looks as she probably did when she was alive; a beautiful face with only the most kissable lips he has ever seen in his life, not that he ever could kiss her. He should be calling for Lucy and George— yelling for them to tell them he’s found their ghost, but instead…

“Hi,” He says, clearing his throat, “I’m Anthony. Anthony Lockwood of Lockwood and co. You’re a ghost.”

He winces when your frown deepens, and feels bad immediately for blurting that out. Before he can apologize, he sees you mouthing something and realizes quite late that he does in fact need Lucy and George here to be able to talk to you.

“I can’t really hear you, sorry. I have… my friend can though. Just a second—“

Before we can go forward, we have to go back a little to just before this began. So let’s start with a fact: even with Skull being able to talk with Lucy, Lockwood still had his reservations on type threes. Type ones and type twos were the predictable result of certain situations— murders, death by illness, accidents, and all the “good” things that made the visitors more likely to visit. Type threes? It took the literal manifestation of the actual thing for him to even accept they existed. Suffice to say, Lockwood didn’t think he could ever fully warm up to the idea of a ghost he couldn’t understand.

Then one day, a case comes to him with a rather peculiar situation. The living don’t often find themselves attached to the undead, especially ones with no relation to them. The Thistlebrows prove to be an exception. The case? Their family ghost is lonely now that their granddaughter’s been sent away.

Lucy and George have stepped out for supplies when the old Thistlebrow couple stops by, so he takes them to the sitting room and prepares them tea. From the first word that comes out of them, Lockwood thinks he’s having some sort of hallucinogenic episode.

That’s more of an exaggeration actually as it seemed reasonably normal at first; strong presence, solid apparition visible enough that even in their old age they could see wisps of it lurking. Nothing more than a stubborn spectre, he was sure. Then—

“It’s an old house,” Mrs. Thistlebrow croons, sipping her cup of tea. “We’ve only lived in it for a few years, and we doubt we’ll be able to keep her company for much longer.”

“I’m sorry?” Lockwood asks, genuinely confused. He was sure he must have misheard them, before Mr. Thistlebrow spoke.

“We don’t know where she is, really, nor have we ever fully seen her… but our granddaughter is taken with her. We thought at first she just had an imaginary friend, but then…” He pulls out a polaroid.

There was nothing in the photo worth noting— a pair of shoes on the windowsill of an open window. The flash of the camera didn’t illuminate past the frame, but that was expected for a photo taken so late. He keeps a patient smile on his face, but he nods slowly with his brow furrowed in worry.

“The window was locked when we left the room. It’s too tall for our granddaughter to reach, and nothing was moved before or after this picture was taken— at least not by the living. Our granddaughter had asked her to open it to prove to us she was real, and the ghost left her shoes on the windowsill to hammer it in.” He leaves the photo in front of Lockwood, pulling back into the seat.

Lockwood’s brow scrunches in confusion as the gears turn in his head. Many type twos form apparitions, but poltergeists do not. Incidentally, only poltergeists can interact with heavy objects and the window certainly wouldn’t have been light. It looked to be a thick pane of glass with a metal on wood frame, pushed open farther than a stray breeze could push it.

“How old is your granddaughter?” He asks, his own voice distant to him. The photo makes something in him itch to solve the case.

“Just turned 7,” Mrs. Thistlebrow says with a click of her tongue, bringing a hand up to her wrinkly cheek. “Her parents sent off abroad when they realised she had Talent; didn’t want her having anything to do with the Problem. Heart broken, she was. The ghost was her first best friend.”

The Thistlebrows look genuinely devastated at that, and Lockwood bites back an incredulous frown. Oh the story he has for Lucy and George when they come back, absolutely mental it all is.

“We know this might be a lot to ask, but we’ll pay you as much as you need to keep the ghost company. Our granddaughter was so devastated knowing the poor girl would be lonely without her, and we certainly couldn’t talk to her no matter how much we tried.” Mr. Thistlebrow picks an envelope from his suit pocket, and slides it across the table to Lockwood. It’s a thick thing with obviously quite a bit of cash, and a cheque is peeking out from where the lip has opened.

Now, he could absolutely refuse the case. The agency was stable and the cases they have lined up were far less troublesome than finding and keeping another possible type-three ghost; George would even call him stupid for not refusing it right away, but…

“We’ll do it. You both have nothing to worry about,” He says instead, reassuring as he can be as he pulls on the lapels of his jacket. Mr. and Mrs. Thistlebrow’s faces split into smiles, and Lockwood can’t find it in him to regret his decision.

“—And you took the case?” George says, all but yelling as he leans over the table to stare wide-eyed at Lockwood. Lucy’s frozen in her seat, her pen still on the thinking cloth.

“I authenticated the money, and they offered to meet us at the house as soon as we can if there were any more issues with compensation.” He takes a spoonful of supper, and hums in delight. “You’ve really outdone yourself today, George.”

“That’s not the problem, Lockwood,” George hisses, always so dour. He doesn’t settle down into his seat, even going so far as to cross his arms in disapproval. Still, he mumbles out a quiet ‘thank you’.

“Did they say anything else?” Lucy finally speaks up, her eyes still on the thinking cloth. It’s good she’s at least started doodling again, so Lockwood manages to look back up at both of them (which is very hard when George is glaring at him so severely).

“Their granddaughter’s name is Pepper, thought it might help us if we pretended to be her friends at least. It…” He pauses, tapping his spoon against his supper as he thinks of the right way to say it, “As far as they know, it isn’t aggressive and seems cooperative. They even— actually, wait.”

He pulls out the polaroid from his inner pocket, looking it over (even though he knows nothing would have changed) before sliding it to the center of the table. Lucy and George both lean in to have a look, coming back to stare at him in confusion.

“It was able to unlock and push the window open, then left the girl’s shoes on the windowsill to further prove it existed. Not only that, but both the Thistlebrows have said it is a rather heavy window too high up for their granddaughter to reach.” He takes another bite of his dinner, watching their expressions morph.

“But they said it had an apparition?” George asks first, seeming on the edge of worried and heavily intrigued. “Spectres can’t interact with heavy objects, but poltergeists can’t have apparitions. This ghost can’t exist unless it really was…”

Lucy is deep in deliberation as her eyes flit to somewhere out of the kitchen; the skull, Lockwood realizes quickly. “If this is a type three… and it was cooperative…”

A pregnant pause fills the room, only the ticking of a faraway clock echoing about the walls. George settles into his seat with a sigh, finally picking up his utensils. Lucy, rests her hands in her lap. They all look up and at each other, waiting for a beat, before falling into a quiet supper. They were definitely going to have to see this through now.

So here Lockwood finds himself in front of the house that starts and ends it all; that houses what might just be the strangest thing to happen in his haunted life. He meets you in a flurry of strange things— through a polaroid of an open window, a ghost goose case, and then meeting the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen— before he finds himself asking:

“Would you like to come home with us?”

You nod quickly in surprise, your eyes shining in mirth and other-light. He doesn’t even need Lucy to translate that as anything but a firm ‘yes’.

A/N: Everything I touch… turns to romcoms… I am like King Midas of romcoms PLEASE.

Also! Starting a silly taglist, just somehow reach out if you’d like to be added!!

Taglist 🏷️

@tangledinlove

[darlingdeeceased]

Dear chicken run fandom

Look, we are all weirdos. I am openly someone who is attracted to Mrs Tweedy, and sometimes we all get too much. But MY GOD, some of you need to get it through your skull that this is a children’s movie. It may be dark, and may be griddy at times, but it is also a movie that was advertised for children. There were books for children, this was a movie made for children. You probably know who and what I am talking about if you saw my Mrs Tweedy post simply exclaiming that I love her.

I do admit in that post I was aggressive but for fucks sake!! There are kids here, children. Children who we shouldn’t talk to about sex or talk about it around them. I have met people in this fandom who are under 15, this fandom is mainly minors. I’m not gonna call this person directly out, because honestly the fact they didn’t understand that this is a fandom with minors in it baffles me and I don’t want to deal with them. I really just wanted to put it out there that some of you need to understand that THERE ARE KIDS HERE! Like, it’s a no brainer. People are always talking about minors invading adult spaces, and how minors shouldn’t be there. YOU shouldn’t be in minor spaces, you can like Bluey, or chicken run, or whatever the fuck you like I do not care but do not bring your:

NSFW.

Adult conversations.

And adult subjects

Into those spaces. For fucks sake it’s that easy, it says a lot about you as a person if you can’t understand that. Chicken run has minors in it, a bunch of minors. Because, omg totally “new” concept, minors are on the internet. Woah, kids exist and it’s like they have every fucking right to a NSFW FREE SAFE SPACE.

I get simping, being like “omg step on me” to an extent BUT MY FUCKING GOD. Bringing up sex or a woman's breasts and body on posts that have nothing to do with that subject matter is disgusting. I get the second one, Melishas body changed but the fact you pointed out her boobs directly is gross.

Please, for the love god, a lot of you need to tag your shit correctly and realize these fandoms have minor in them. It fucks people up man, and that’s not on the minors for finding that content. It’s on you, the adult, for exposing them to said content.

Please also go check out @melishatweedy and @pant-eater rants on this, because they are genuinely way better than mine and probably don’t have spelling errors. (Sorry for the @‘s)

and again, can’t stress this enough, minors deserve safe spaces. You as an adult are responsible to keep those places safe in fandom that revolve around media directed to minors. Get your shit together and tag your shit correctly.

If anyone wants to know the full context, I am happy to explain in DMs btw.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

New week! Some replies related to recent posts.

Anonymous asked:

Do you happen to have an archiveofourown account? I would LOVE to read any stories you have on your aus --coughs Azul Idia marriage au--

Hehe I’m glad you’re interested in our aus and this au in particular, Anon!! <3 Super happy to hear that.

But unfortunately, the only information on any of our aus is posted here under the tag. We don’t really write them as fanfics, and the stories mostly exist in our heads, with me drawing comics with certain scenes every now and then… anything other than that just requires too much work and dedication. I’d love to make a doujin out of it one day though :”)

Katsu does have an ao3 acc! But almost never uses it, and there’s nothing about our aus there.

Anonymous asked:

Ahh! I just saw your latest FemRook/Vil sketch and muah! chef kiss ! even your sketches are fabulous! You post a lot of that particular night with the dresses/formalwear is there a story going on there or? Does our huntress/hunter just loves to shower Vil in love regardless of what they wearing

(this is about a sketch in the 🔑🔞 acc)

Thank you so much, Anon!! I am very happy you liked it! <3

All of the sketches with them in these outfits are definitely supposed to represent one specific night; I just had a bunch of horny ideas and kept coming back to draw them every now and then lol There isn’t much of a story though: Rook accompanied Vil to some fancy ceremony, both looking elegant and proper, but then things went the way they usually do with these two lol

But the huntress really does shower Vil in love no matter the outfit <3

Now, a couple of asks about the suckers comic….

Anonymous asked:

finally putting some respect on the service and hard work the bottoms provide

Yes! Well-deserved treatment, finally, after all this disrespect.

Anonymous asked:

Love that Vil is not even denying it but is more worried about his reputation.... And how do they know who is the best sucker among them?

As much as I love Idia, those teeth are pointy. He must have lots of practice to be safe

Vil knows he isn’t fooling anyone, I think it’s an open secret that he is the most experienced one… at least in this particular group. Mostly because he is the only one who doesn’t hide that he is into men + kind of has a boyfriend… Like all of it is true but you shouldn’t imply it openly like that! His reputation! 😭

Yeah I don’t think Idia would be upset to learn that he is the least likely to be trusted with a dick to suck lol Despite the fact that I draw him in all kinds of sexual situations, I don’t think he is much of a sucker…

Anonymous asked:

OMG HAHAAH THAT BEST SUCKER AWARD IS SO FUNNY

also specially cause all the characters in that team are in the list of your BOTTOMS lmao

💚

This was such a hilarious coincidence, Anon lol When they showed this group, I said “oh no” out loud because there is no way this isn’t going to be a disaster. And indeed it was…

I can’t believe these four bitches had zero actual progress with their task and instead spent god knows how many hours arguing about who is the biggest sucker out of all of them 😭

A couple of asks related to dark hcs lists posted this weekend!

Anonymous asked:

No one but Lilia knows about it because to Lilia it was an “oops, maybe they won’t notice” moment.

This feels horrifyingly canon. Maybe not with sex per se, but with him doing something to Malleus/Silver/Sebek that ended up really affecting them and that being his reaction.

Yeah, he at least witnessed some of the things that he should’ve paid more attention to but brushed it off either because he didn’t really know how important it was or because he didn’t really feel like doing something about it… Of course, he is a caring guardian and all, but Lilia has his moments of questionable judgment.

Anonymous asked:

ahh you know what i can also see ace hiding deuce away by convincing him he’s just useless without him, and he’s better off at home letting ace take care of him. at least he’s decent at keeping house and helping ace unwind usually with blowjobs almost like a good house wife husband

Yeah, exactly! With how hopeful and hardworking Deuce is, it’s so heartbreaking seeing him losing his determination and accepting this fate… so deliciously depressing <3 All the things that Ace would say would piss Deuce off at first, but after some time, he’d really start believing him. Or maybe he believed it all along and was just in denial about it?

Anyways, Ace knows how to get under his skin…

[schmem14]

 5 Underrated HP Ships (+ Recs!)

@lumosatnight thanks for the tag! I love this! Read Lani’s list HERE

1. Hermione Granger/Remus Lupin

I know what you’re thinking, didn’t Remus make this mistake with Tonks already? And what about Sirius?? (I HC Wolfstar for sure) BUT If Remus were attracted to women, I think that this age gap ship makes more sense than Remadora. I think it has a lovely, erudite feel to it. Hermione needs someone who will challenge her, and Remus needs someone to ground him when he gets insecure (as we know he does.)

Recs: 

Those Who Can, Teach by @inlovewithforever (E, 12.4 k)  Sixty Minutes by @mightbewriting (E, 5.4 k) 

2. Draco Malfoy/Neville Longbottom

This is such a NICHE ship that embodies one of my favourite dynamics--the Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationship. I know Neville is not a Hufflepuff, but he has a lot of those personality traits. He’s soft, thoughtful, and quietly assertive. He’s a good-natured teddy bear who won’t necessarily let you walk all over him but is honest and forgiving in the purest way. Enter post-War Draco, made surly and self-deprecating by his downfall. He’s jagged around the edges, unwilling to accept love willingly. He just needs someone to coax him out of his prickly shell. 

Recs: 

The Ugly Duckling and the Peacock by @vukovich (E, 12.3 k) All This and Heaven, Too by meansgirl (E, 103.7 k)

3. Pansy Parkinson/Percy Weasley

A HOT combination. I almost don’t know how to describe these two. Neither get a lot of love in canon because they’re both intense people in unpleasant ways, but when they’re older and a bit wiser, these traits make them the ultimate power couple. Pansy likes to get under Percy’s skin, and Percy loves playing mind games. These two are also the ones I most picture having a forbidden romance (yes, there’s a rec for that!) Also, Percy is totally a Slytherin in lion’s clothing. That was an incorrect house placement for sure. 

Mile End by @pacific-rimbaud (E, 8.3 k) The Secretary by @pacific-rimbaud (E, 45.9 k)

4. Pansy Parkinson/Luna Lovegood

This ship took me by surprise during the Rare Pair Fest last year, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. I see Pansy as someone who is boxed in by expectations, repressed pain, and fear. Luna is the opposite. She’s free-spirited, otherworldly, and she feels everything with her whole soul open to it. It’s a beautiful pairing with lots of healing potential. 

Landlocked, Oceanbound by @nanneramma (T, 7.4 k)

5. Draco Malfoy/Ronald Weasley

Don’t slam the breaks just yet, and hear me out. These two are so dynamic that this ship could go ANY WAY YOU WANT. Throw Harry in there, and you have some peak tension and jealousy and love triangle perfection. Maybe a humbled Draco finding that Ron is actually quite lovely? Or, Draco composing an entire song titled Weasley is our King (the Drarry obsession potential could indeed to extended to include Ron)? Or, forced proximity homoerotic hate fest? OMG, I am all in. Bisexual Ron is one of my new favourite HC’s, so I’m adding as a sub-pairing that Draco/Ron/Hermione is surprisingly delicious. I read this one brilliant fic and then sobbed because I want MOAR of them and it doesn’t exist. 

A Weasel in the Hamptons (has a sequel!) by @peachpety (E, 15.4 k) The Evergreen Game (this is THE Draco/Ron/Hermione that made me go feral) by imaginarium_imperfecta (E, 57.2 k)

Tagging @vukovich, @nanneramma, @the-francakes, @mugsdontlie, @holygnocchi, @broomsticks to do your own list if you’re feeling inspired <3

[call-me-kitty]

Okay NOW I post tf one spoilers (That one tagged post was my failed attempt at humor and didn’t actually have spoilers).

Anyway this is going to actually have spoilers. But to summerize for the people who don’t want spoilers: WATCH THE MOVIE! YOU WON’T REGRET IT!!!

It was amazing. I’m going back. I really truly am. I absolutely loved it.

I’ve never once been in a theater that was ALIVE. Until this movie.

Optimus became a Prime and one guy stood up yelling "Well that’s just...Prime."

Standing ovation right there.

The theatre gave a standing ovation.

Incredible.

It really was kind of a fan movie. Like it was definitely for the fans. But it also brought several newbies to the fandom because it was that good. I never thought that pre-puberty-sassy-teenaged-Megatron would exist but he does and he absolutely made it perfect. Oreon Pix (the real ones know who I’m talking about) being obsessed with history but also being a miner (MINERS?!) was a fantastic new twist that I also never expected but hey, he’s not a librarian so…idk that’s something.

Bumblebee being the most talkative and NOT losing his voice was unexpected. Relieving. But unexpected.

And can I just say, me being big on ships and not having Oplita was a stab in the heart but did you SEE the way Orion looked at her? It was practically canon.

"Metal to the pedal miners" guys Orion said the same exact thing Elita started the film with when he S A V E D H E R. OMG. I'm at a loss of words.

Also I dunno what he was talking about though, she is AMAZING at pep talks.

Kay I’ve already said a lot and haven’t mentioned everything else. Here’s a speedrun of it:

Airachnid was perfect. I swear Ironhide was in every scene with a background character. Sunstreaker is back. How dare they put Blurr in a race and he never even made the leaderboard (to my knowledge). Arcee is precious and OH MY GOD SENTINEL.

He needs his own post.

I walked into that theatre thinking I was going to hate him.

Nope. I couldn’t. Sentinel be fine. I couldn’t hate him. Not even for a second.

He said one word and BOOM, he’s mine. Everyone. Back. Off.

I almost screamed at Megatron for doing him like that.

Honestly if he came back to life and told me that this was all a misunderstanding, I would fall for it. I would fall for anything that face says. Damn he fine.

Obviously I have a lot to talk about. I haven’t even scratched the surface. I’ve been holding it in for a week and I suck at not accidentally spoiling things to friends when I get excited (you know who you are). But that’s kind of the basics. It’s a good movie and I have already watched it twice. Once with family and once with friends. I might go again (on cheap nights). I am willing to blow my nonexistent bank account on this movie. It was worth it.

[ghoul--doodle]

Omg can we hear more about raspberry? I didn’t know he existed but now I’m obsessed with him

YES I love Raspberry

Raspberry is very outgoing and extravagant, he’s very confident! All his movements and mannerisms are super exaggerated he just CANNOT sit still

He absolutely loves anything with bows, ribbons or ruffles on it, it is his weakness- it’s also sorta his trademark, he’ll add a bunch of that stuff to any clothes he makes, unless it’s a commission piece and he’s specifically asked not to

That being said he’s very aware of folk’s sensory needs when making garments, he has a bunch of different options for all sorts of different things (like requesting certain fabrics, excluding textures, patterns or colours, having the tag either moved from the collar or removed entirely etc)

While he does have a good creative flair on his own he does firmly hold someone’s preferences in mind if he’s making anything for someone else

He also likes to thrift most of his materials! It means he usually can’t create a piece more than once but he doesn’t mind that so much- he will buy new materials if necessary tho sometimes it’s hard to come by specific things second hand

Outside of his tailoring work he’s generally a little bit of a menace, he means well!! But he has a little bit of a vain attitude to him

He also considers himself to be the older one out of him and Rambutan, even though it’s only by a few minutes. Those are his minutes. He won.

He also jokes that Lychee’s hairstyle is a cheap imitation of his style because they look so similar- if anything Raspberry is copying Lychee but eh specifics

Raspberry is probably the one who collects the most stuff out of any of his siblings, he loves plushies, collectibles, blind boxes, figures, trinkets and anything he finds cute that he can display- his room definitely has a maximalist vibe to it

Lastly!!

Did you know Raspberry was the one who designed and made Péng’s jacket :}?

[gyoobies]

The Arcade

Pairing: SVT Member x Fem Reader ( member is revealed in the story)

Genre: Smut, established relationship

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI, Unprotected sex (Wrap it up! before you tap it up!), sex in a public place, pet names (beautiful), creampie, excessive kissing.

Summary: Your 3rd of 6 dates your boyfriends have planned?.  👈🏾 you get this and nothing more. Sorry, it’s supposed to be a bit of a guess who. (member is revealed a few paragraphs in unless you read the tags ya cheater.)

Short and sweet just like me. I hope you enjoy this and if you don’t just pretend you did 🤷🏾‍♀️. Also any misspellings/errors don’t really exist you’re just imagining them all. 

As always this is just 1 piece of a Poly universe that lives in my head.

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Today's date was a bit different, you weren't being picked up by a car and dropped off at an unknown location. Today you were advised that your date would be picking you up, and to dress casual. You could probably guess who this date was going to be with based on the request, but after the last date you decided not to jump to conclusions. “Dress casual” didn't mean skip out on the sexy, so you added a little spice to your simple jeans and denim jacket combo by pairing the look with a turtleneck that had a cutout, showing just a peek of cleavage.

Just as you finished up your makeup, the doorbell rang. You gave yourself one final look and made your way to open it. You leaned in to peer through the peephole, but the only thing visible was what you assumed was someone's finger.

"I can't see your face so how do I know if I know you?"

Almost immediately you heard them begin to punch in the lock code to your door. Once you heard the click of the lock, you quickly swung the door open to reveal a ridiculously handsome but shivering Wonwoo. You quickly pulled him inside and wrapped yourself around him as best you could to try to warm him a bit.

"It's really cold tonight. Should we stay in?"

Wonwoo quickly shook his head no.

"The car is warm, I'll be ok." He said as he gave you a reassuring smile.

You grabbed your purse and off the two of you went. It had been a few days since you'd actually seen Wonwoo’s face. He had been working so hard lately, even more than usual so while he focused on driving, you admired how handsome he looked in his wire framed glasses. The longer you stared at his profile the harder it became for you to keep your hands to yourself.  The moment you were stopped at a red light you took the opportunity to lean over to the driver's seat and plant a kiss on his cheek.

"I've missed you." You whispered as you leaned back into your seat.

A smile spread across his face as he quickly glanced at you before turning his attention back to the road.

"I missed you too." He said as he reached for your hand, bringing it up to his lips for a gentle kiss.

About ten minutes later you found yourself stepping through the doors of a popular local arcade, but to your surprise it was empty except for one guy that was waiting close to the entrance. He quickly greeted the two of you, handing over a set of keys to Wonwoo as he exited.

"Wow. You rented out the entire place just so the crowds wouldn't see your ass getting handled in video games?!"

"Keep talking baby, and we'll see who's ass gets handled." He said as he gave a light smack to your butt.

You quickly spotted one of your favorite games from childhood.

"Yes! Omg I love this game!"

Wonwoo watched fondly as you swiped the game card, excitement flowing from you. You were often too busy these days to enjoy the gaming systems you owned, but that didn't stop you from stocking up on games that often ended up being more for your boyfriends than you.

"When I'm done here, I'll kick your ass in a match or two."

"We'll see about that."

You were certainly feisty when it came to competition, friendly or not, so it was a regular occurrence putting you and Seungkwan against each other for everyone's entertainment on group game nights. Tonight you aimed all your fiery comments at Wonwoo, and game after game was enjoyed with you occasionally being able to back up all of your shit talking. This date was exactly what you needed and exactly what you’d expect from Wonwoo, casual, laid-back, fun, perfect, just like him. After playing almost every game in the place, Wonwoo took your hand and led you to what you assumed was a game in the center of the arcade, but it was covered so you weren't 100% certain . Releasing your hand, Wonwoo's face had an expression somewhere between excited and nervous.

"I know we haven't spent a lot of time alone together lately and even when we gather as a group I often am distracted or leave early. I'm so very grateful that you've all been understanding. I know this date doesn't come close to making up for all the time missed, but I wanted to show you what kept me so busy.”

Your eyes grew wide. "Omg! Is, is this it?!"

You watched as Wonwoo removed the cover on the new arcade machine. You were in awe, you had no idea his team was anywhere near close to finishing up their new game.

" Wonwoo, this is amazing! Can we play it?! Show me what to do."

Wonwoo happily took his place beside you, telling you more about the game and controls. The next hour was spent with the two of you playing the game he'd worked so hard on.

"Wow! Wonwoo, really, this is amazing. I'm so proud of you. I know this wasn’t easy but you did it!"

The Cheshire Cat-like smile again appeared across his face as he pulled you into a hug. You'd missed his embrace, but seeing how happy he was to share his accomplishment with you made all the time he spent away worth it. You pulled his face down to kiss him sweetly.

"I'm happy you enjoyed playing it. I was nervous."

You laughed, "babe you have an arcade game in a popular gaming spot and a mobile version and you were worried?"

"Yes, because even if everyone else loved it, if you didn't, I'd feel like I didn't succeed."

"Wow, are you trying to make me cry right now?"

Wonwoo just held firm that he meant what he said as he pulled you in for yet another, but more passionate kiss. Soon soft breaths turned into heavy breathing, light caresses became needy touches and soon you could feel his hardening dick through his jeans. Although you knew you'd probably pay for it later, you still decided to palm his dick. Wonwoo broke the kiss to look down at you, eyes still as soft as they had been all night. He quickly took your hand guiding you into the restroom, the only place he was certain there were no security cameras. Wonwoo lifted you onto the sink counter, knocking your legs open with his knee to slot himself between them. Immediately his lips were on yours again, hungry and heated as he tangled his hands in your hair, pulling you closer to him, making you breathless. Despite the eager and greedy kisses, he was being more gentle tonight, further evidence that he'd really missed you. Wonwoo was without a doubt the most dominant of your boyfriends but that didn't mean he didn't have soft moments, and in this moment he was the softest he'd been in your relationship so far. His lithe fingers skillfully undid the button on your jeans as he pulled you down from the sink to stand, making it easier for him to remove your shoes and pants. You kissed him as you let your hands trail across his broad shoulders, down his abs to undo the button of his pants. Once they hit the floor you turned to face away from him, but he immediately turned you back.

"Not tonight. I want to see you."

You were almost speechless, Wonwoo loved to fuck you from behind it was by far one of his favorite positions, so for him to turn down pounding you until your knees gave out he must have really, really missed you. He helped you back up on the sink counter, pulling your ass close to the edge. You watched with lust filled eyes as he stroked himself a few times before bending down to place a kiss right on the delicate fabric that covered your pussy. You whimpered at his sudden actions and he met your gaze with a sly smile.

"You're always so wet." He said as he leaned in to capture your lips, moving your panties to the side and plunging his dick into you as he did.

The feeling of him gripping your thigh with one hand as the other rested on your lower back, making sure to keep you as close as possible while he thrusted deep into you, could almost make you melt. You nestled your hand into his hair and gave a small experimental tug earning a groan from the man feverishly leaving his marks across your upper body.

"I like that" He said letting out a low groan as he sucked the flesh just beneath your ear.

The drag of Wonwoo's dick against your walls was something you definitely missed, you especially missed the very subtle upward curve of his dick, and the way it always managed to hit your spot just right and that's exactly what it was doing right now. Your breaths became ragged, your moans grew louder, and you asked for permission to cum as you had done so many times before. When you didn’t get a response you knew that although he was being more gentle with you tonight, he still would only allow you to cum when he was ready. Wonwoo wrapped his arm under your knee, lifting your leg, placing your foot on the counter, opening you up more for him. You were just about to ask for permission again when Wonwoo kissed the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours. The snap of his hips made you dizzy from the pleasure, and when you let out a helpless whimper Wonwoo finally answered.

"Do it beautiful, cum on my dick."

You cried out as you shook from the intensity of your orgasm. Wonwoo held you closer as he chased his own release fucking you senseless and pushing you right into your next orgasm. When he felt your pussy clenching around him he kissed you one final time, dick twitching inside you as he filled your pussy until it was overflowing. You stayed that way for some time in silence, foreheads pressed together, just trying to catch your breath until finally he broke the bliss filled silence.

"Let's go home beautiful. We've got some catching up to do."

[millersdjarin]

I Only See Daylight - 17

Chapter Seventeen

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: E

Chapter Length: 6.4k

Chapter Tags/Warnings: past emotional & physical abuse, nightmares, PTSD, hurt/comfort, anxiety

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notes: sorry for the delay, y'all. life and shit, ya know? hope you enjoy this chapter anyway! (also omg look at him i wanna put my hands in his hair so bad)

i don’t wanna look at anything else now that i saw you (i could never look away)

Well, it’s been a while.

The nightmares are back. 

They are back in full fucking force. 

When you first escaped and found your haven of solitude, it took a few months for the nightmares to fade. For your body to catch on to the fact that you were safe, no one could find you, not one soul was even near you for thousands of klicks. Thoughts of Them were never far from your mind, but you knew that they were far from you. 

And that has been true since then. 

You’ve had the odd nightmare since, but nothing that caused you to wake in a panic.

Until now.

When you wake, the first thing you realise is that you’re panting for air, and there are tears on your cheeks. 

Then you look up, blink through the blurriness, and there’s a silver helmet in front of you, all shiny and hard and protective, crouched down beside the couch that you must have fallen asleep on.

“Din?” 

Images of your nightmare are still fresh in your mind. Broken glass, trapped in your room, wondering if you were even alive. If anyone would ever see you again. Your skin was untouched, unbruised, but you felt the furthest from okay you’ve ever been. They’d pretended you didn’t exist for weeks, readying you for the shower of love they’d give once the punishment was over. All you felt was loneliness, cold, dark, absolute terror…

“Hey,” his voice calls you back from the memories. You hadn’t realised your eyes had closed again, so you open them, find him there still. “Hey, sweetheart. Are you alright?” 

You blink at him. As the fear starts to subside, it’s replaced by deep, deep embarrassment. 

The jacket that you were repairing is still on the couch beside you; you must have fallen asleep while you were doing it. Which is embarrassing in itself; recovering from these injuries is proving harder than you’d expected. You hurt all the time, and it takes every ounce of strength you have to do the exercises that the doctors told you to do. Three times a day, five minutes at a time. It’s like torture. But if you don’t do it, you won’t heal right. So you do it. But it makes you hurt.

Which means you take more meds.

Which, together, mean you’re fucking exhausted, always. Not exactly a helpful person to have around.

And now, this nightmare. So bad you must have been crying in your sleep; so much that Din had to wake you from it. 

Din. 

He’s staring at you in a way that is always so soft, so comforting. Except it’s not comforting. You’re humiliated. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “Sorry. I—I was repairing the jacket, I must have dozed off…” 

“It’s alright, I’m not mad at you,” he assures you. Then, hesitating when he reaches out towards you, “Can I touch you?” 

You want him to hold you more than anything. To soothe you with his hands, his words, his warmth. You want to tell him about the nightmare, about how scared you were—how scared you are. 

They found you at Fett’s. They—you—are the whole reason you’re in so much pain. 

Before you know it, tears are stinging at your eyes again. And you’re so tired. So tired of crying, of being weak. Of needing comfort.

You managed just fine on your own, all that time. And being a burden is never what you wanted. 

“I’m fine,” you insist, shaking your head and pulling away from him. His hand drops again. “I’m fine. Don’t worry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” 

He hesitates. You can see his arms itching to reach out to you. Yours are doing the same to him; you sit on your hands to stop them. “You were crying in your sleep,” he says softly, like he’s not sure if he should. “Looked like you were having a panic attack.” 

You were. Both just now, and back when the memory that now plagues you actually happened. “I’m fine,” you lie again. “I’m gonna finish the jacket. What’s next? Are we still in hyperspace?” 

“Yeah,” he watches you as you grab the jacket, needle, and thread from beside you and get to work again. “We’re going to need to stop for fuel soon.” 

Fear strikes through your gut. You don’t let it show. “Okay.” 

“It might be risky. I want you to stay on the ship.” 

“Okay.” Your hands are shaking. You’re not really listening to him. 

A gloved hand on your knee sends your eyes up to look at him. Your hands freeze. 

“Sweetheart,” he says. “Talk to me.” 

“I’m alright,” you whisper, desperately holding back tears. “Tell me the plan for refuelling.” 

His hand reaches up, his fingers brushing down your cheek. “You look tired,” he tells you. “You should get some rest first. We can manage until you’re ready to land again.” 

Feeling even more like a burden than ever, and still fucking shaking, you shake your head. “I’m fine.” You want to turn it into a promise. But you’ve never lied to him before, and despite the fact that you want him to believe you’re fine, to not see you as a burden, you won’t start now. “Just a bad dream. It happens.” 

He looks at you for another long minute. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” 

“Alright,” he sighs a little.

“Tell me the plan.” 

“Later,” he stands up again, removing his hand from your face. “I’m going to get a little sleep, while the kid’s asleep. I’d love it if you’d join me, but you don’t have to.” 

-

Din doesn’t sleep. 

He hasn’t since you were hurt. At least, not properly. A few naps in the medbay chair by your bed and lying beside you during the night cycle, dozing in and out of light sleep, doesn’t really count. 

All he can hear when he closes his eyes is your screams. They echo in his mind, along with the image of you on the floor, writhing in pain, surrounded by broken glass and blood and doctors rushing to keep your spine straight. He was completely helpless. The injury to his leg stopped him from being able to protect you, which is the very first thing he promised you, and undoubtedly the most important. 

He’d thought you were safe at Fett’s. You should have been. Din should’ve been more careful, more vigilant. 

He can’t let anything like that happen again. 

So even when you’re in hyperspace with no chance of anyone finding you, he still doesn’t manage to drift off into a proper sleep. He’s on high alert, keeping his helmet on at all times to monitor his surroundings, keep his hearing sharp. There’s no way anyone else is on the ship. He’s checked every inch of it for trackers, bugs, stowaways. 

And yet, he still can’t swallow his fear, or lower his guard. He feels completely shaken, out in the middle of the ocean without a life raft. He’s never felt like this before. 

So instead of sleeping, he just lies behind you, chest just inches from your back, running his bare hand over your arm as you sleep. You’d drifted off fairly quickly, obviously needing more sleep after the nightmare that woke you earlier. He’s relieved that you opted to sleep more, even if he told a bit of a white lie when he said he was going to sleep. It wasn’t entirely untrue; he would sleep if he could, and it’s not from lack of trying.

But he can’t. So he just listens to your breathing, reminds himself that you’re here. Lets your presence solidify the need to protect you. Lets it strengthen his resolve to never put you in danger again. 

You’re having nightmares because of him; because he failed. He has to show you that he won’t fail again.

-

When you wake, Din is already awake behind you. You can’t see his face, but you can hear his breathing, and when you turn around to face him, he lifts his head to look at you. 

“Hey,” you say, still groggy. 

“Hey, Mesh’la,” he brushes the backs of his fingers down your cheek. 

“Are we still in hyperspace? Did you sleep?”

“We’re still in hyperspace. We’ll need to stop for fuel soon.” 

You rub your eyes and nod, not missing the fact that he avoided your second question. Instead of calling him out on it, though, you just shuffle in closer and wrap your arm around his waist, pressing your forehead to his helmet. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” he says softly. “Are you? How’d you sleep?” 

“Better.” Better, because you were there to hold me.

“Good. Are you hungry? How’s your pain?” 

“Are you interrogating me, or something?” You retort with a tired smirk, tucking your head in underneath his neck. It’s not all that comfortable; the top of his chest plate digs into your chin, and the fabric of his cowl is scratchy. But he smells like him, and it’s just nice to have him close.

“Sorry,” he says, running his hand over the back of your head. “Just making sure you’re alright.” 

“’M fine,” you murmur. “You gonna tell me the plan for refuelling yet?” 

“I…would like it if you stayed in our quarters while I leave the ship. You and the kid.” 

“You think people will recognise me?” 

“I think they’ll recognise me,” he replies. “And people know you’re with me. There are probably bounties out for us already.” His voice is laced with something heavy, something like…guilt? 

“Nothing new there, right?” You joke softly. 

Instead of laughing, he sighs. “It’s different this time,” he says. “This time, it’s not just me at stake.” 

“Yeah. I guess so.” 

“So if you don’t mind, will you hide while we refuel? I’ll lock the ship, and I’ll be close by. But…just in case.” 

He’s holding tight to you, something in the way he presses close, pushes your head further into his neck, making you think that maybe he’s uncomfortable talking about this.

“I’ll stay hidden,” you promise him. “If you give me one thing.” 

“Anything.” 

You bring your face out from his neck and look up at him, finding the helmet tilted down to meet your eyes. You still feel greedy for asking for this, but that doesn’t stop you. “Kiss me?” 

So softly, he sighs. Not frustratedly, not even tiredly. Fond, maybe. Or perhaps even relieved. 

He removes his hands from you, instead lifting them to take off his helmet. His hair is all mussed up when it’s on show, and your heart does a little flip at the sight of him, all his facial hair, his wrinkles, his eyes. His lips. 

It’s never going to get old.

You smile at him, reach out to put a hand on the hair over his jaw. As you take him in, you notice the dark circles under his eyes. He looks tired. Handsome, but tired. 

Before you can comment on it, he’s leaning in, softly capturing your lips between his own. He’s so warm, so familiar. Smells and tastes just like him. Your hand slides into his hair, holding on to the nape of his neck as you deepen the kiss, tilting your head so your lips can move softly together. Like it’s an instinct, you bend your leg and prop it on his thigh, pushing your hips together almost subconsciously. He sighs into your mouth, heavenly and perfect, and you want to feel his breath all over your skin; your neck, your stomach, between your legs…

His hand comes down to hold your leg, hooking over the bend of your knee, anchoring you to him. The press of his palm there is a lot. You wish he’d slide it up and around, grab hold of your ass. 

It’s been too long since you did this. Since you were really intimate.

But then, a noise from above you breaks you apart. You both realise at the same time that it’s Grogu waking up, untangling yourselves just seconds before he pokes his head over the edge of his hammock and peers down at the two of you with sleepy little blinks. 

Din sighs, letting his head fall to your shoulder. “We’ve got to get him his own room,” he says, shaking his head. 

You chuckle. “Hey, kid. How’d you sleep?” 

Pleased to see you both here, he hops down from his hammock, lands on your hip. He makes a happy coo as he walks closer and then settles himself between you, his little head leaning against Din’s arm. 

“I guess we’re snuggling,” you say, looking up to give Din a playful smirk. 

The hand that was once on the underside of your thigh instead reaches up to take hold of Grogu, sitting softly on his back. “We’ve got to refuel,” he says, reluctance seeping through his tone. “Can’t snuggle for too long.” 

“Just for a minute,” you insist with a smile, to which Grogu responds with an affirmative babble. 

You told Din that you’ll wait with the kid in the bedroom while he’s out. And you meant it when you said it. 

But now it’s been an hour, and the two of you are bored out of your mind. 

No one can see into the hull. There’s not much difference between staying in the sleeping quarters and just hanging out in the safety of the lower deck. Besides, since Din joked about getting the kid his own room, your mind has wandered to the empty cubby in the hull. It’s somewhere between a cubby and a cupboard, at least, and it’s plenty deep and tall enough to make Grogu his own space. All he’d need is a little light, some blankets, some pillows. He’d love it. 

So, you leave the bedroom, and head out. “Stay down here with me,” you tell Grogu—no point, really, because he can’t climb the ladder by himself anyway. But still. 

As Grogu wanders around, finding mischief, you get to work. 

His hammock hangs nicely in the top of the cubbyhole. You find a little flashlight to prop in the corner at the bottom, drape some fabric over it to make it less direct, diffuse it so it reflects faintly from the metal walls. You pile cushions and blankets on the floor, and make a mental note to buy some little stick-on stars for the doors when you’re next at a market. Or when you’re next able to safely go outside, period. 

It looks so cosy, you wish you could fit in there. You probably could if you curled up, but it wouldn’t exactly be comfortable. 

For Grogu, though, it’s just right. 

And he loves it. 

“Ta-da,” you’d said to him five minutes ago, dramatically opening the doors when he’d approached you curiously. 

His eyes lit up. The space is glowing a cosy orange. The pillows on the floor make perfect steps for him to climb up into his hammock, which he does immediately, making some of the happiest noises you’ve ever heard him make. 

“What d’you think, kid? Thought it was about time you had your own space, huh?” 

He turns to look at you, grinning with an open mouth, his little teeth showing past his lips. A giggle comes from your mouth as he reaches out for your hand. You give him it, feeling him squeeze softly. He doesn’t speak Basic, or anything close to a coherent language, and yet you can feel what he’s trying to say. He’s saying Thank you. 

“When was the last time you had your own space?” You ask him, knowing you won’t get an answer, but still. “Din said you were a Jedi before. I can’t imagine you’d have had much privacy as a youngling, huh?” 

He coos again, tilting his head as he listens to you. 

“Well, this is your home now,” you give him a smile, leaning in to kiss his little knuckles. “You’ve got your own room. You can come back to us whenever you need, though, alright?” 

He coos again, and you could swear that you see him nodding. 

Just as you let go of his hand, the door hisses open behind you. 

You turn around and see Din standing there, barely cresting the top of the boarding ramp, his cape flowing in the wind.

“Hey,” you say, smiling lightly. 

He’s just staring. Standing completely still. “Why aren’t you hidden?” 

“I—we got bored.” 

He stares for another minute. Then he steps inside, hits the door’s closing button with his fist, not turning his eyes away from the two of you for a second. “I told you it was dangerous to be out here.” 

“No one can see us here. We’re fine.” 

“It was risky. You promised me you’d stay hidden. Both of you.” 

You stand up, eyes following him as he walks over to one of the weapons lockers. “I didn’t technically promise,” you counter. 

His head whips around to look at you. You can’t see his face, but by the tense set of his shoulders, the clenching of his fists, you can bet he looks thoroughly unimpressed. “You gave me your word. That’s a promise.” 

“Technicalities.” 

He turns to face you properly. “Are you serious?” 

You frown. “Yes. What’s the problem? We’re perfectly safe in here. We had stuff to do, I’ve got something to show you…” 

“Stuff that was more important than staying alive?” 

“It’s safe in here!” You argue, throwing your hands out to your sides. “I’m no less hidden in the hull than I was in the sleeping quarters, Din. Come on, we’re both fine. Don’t make this into a thing.” 

“It was already a thing,” he shifts his weight to one leg. His voice isn’t raised, but it’s harsh, shaking. “It’s dangerous for us to be still, right now. Especially somewhere so populated. Stopping for fuel is dangerous.”

“No one can see in here.” 

“That’s not the point.” 

“Then what is the point?” 

“Are you being purposefully difficult?” 

You frown deeper, and fold your arms over your chest, defensive. You’re a little offended, to be honest. Difficult? “If you don’t tell me the point, how am I supposed to understand where you’re coming from?”

“If someone had broken into the ship, they’d have found you straight away, like I just did. But if you were in the bed chamber, they’d have had to search for you, and it would have given me time to get to them first.” 

You stare at him. He’s definitely right. But you’re tired and stubborn and in pain. And you’re fine. And you’ve done something that has actually made you feel useful for the first time in weeks. “Well,” you say, pushing your chin out, “we’re fine. So there’s no point in arguing about it.” 

He sighs shortly, like he’s holding himself back. His helmet tilts once, his fists still clenching at his sides. “Don’t tell me you’re going to do something,” he says, voice low all of a sudden, “if you’re not going to do it. I need to be able to trust you.” 

Oh. Well—that makes sense. 

Guilt settles in your stomach, a feeling so familiar that it might as well just make its home there. It would hurt less.

Despite yourself, you deflate a little. “I’m sorry,” you say softly. 

“I’d never force you to stay in there. But you told me you would, and I went out there believing you. Trusting that you’d be safe.” 

You step closer to him, unfolding your arms. “I’m sorry,” you say again. “I am.” 

He watches you. Just for a second. Then, “Okay. Thank you.” 

“I, um,” you clear your throat, “have something to show you.” 

“Can we get off planet first? We’ve been still for too long.” 

“Of course.” 

It only takes ten minutes to be back in the vastness of space again. Din climbs back down the ladder and you give him a smile, feeling your excitement and pride at your creation morph into nerves as he approaches. 

“You said we should give Grogu his own room,” you say, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You gesture to the cubbyhole, where Grogu is still sitting in his hammock, playing with a stuffed toy. “I made one.” 

Din stops in front of the open doors, looking down at the kid in his little space. He’s quiet for a second, but then the soft sound of a chuckle comes through his modulator, and his shoulders shake with it.

“Do you like it?” You ask.

He looks at you. “It’s very cute,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “He seems to like it. You like it, kid?”

Grogu looks up at him, tilts his head. With a happy noise, he grins. 

Din chuckles again. It’s so beautiful. He looks back to you, steps closer. “He likes it.” 

“I think he does,” you say with a smile, relaxing at Din’s approval.

“You know what this means?” He puts his hand on your waist, stepping close enough that you’d be able to feel his breath if he didn't have his helmet on. 

“What?” 

He presses his forehead to yours. When he speaks, it’s so quiet, you can barely hear it. “We’ve got the bed to ourselves. When you’re feeling better…” 

You shudder. All the way from the top of your spine to the base, so strong that it almost hurts your wounds. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “I guess it does mean that.” You’re trying to resist the shake in your knees, trying to keep yourself at least some level of decent in front of the kid. “Shall I make us some dinner?”

As he steps back, he nods, and pulls his satchel around to his front. “I got some supplies while I was out,” he says. “We can actually have something fresh.” 

“I could really go for soup. You want soup?”

He puts his hand on the back of your neck and leans in, pressing the base of his helmet to your forehead in a beskar kiss. “Whatever you want, Cyar’ika.” 

When you get into bed, exhaustion hits you like a tank. 

So much that it almost makes you forget about your pain. 

Din is crawling up the bed towards you after closing the door behind him. You’re alone here in this bed for the first time, and you want nothing more than to take hold of him, let him take you, let him fuck you into this mattress until it becomes somewhere sacred, somewhere that’s yours.

But, kriff. You’re fucking tired. 

Din looks tired, too. He’s got his helmet on, but he’s moving slowly, tensely, like he’s sore. When he’s lying beside you, you reach out and touch his arm, running your fingers over the fabric of his flight suit. He sighs and wraps his arm over your waist. “How are you feeling?” He asks. 

“Tired,” you murmur. You pull his arm out from beneath him, sliding it under your head so you can use it as a pillow. 

He waits until you’ve shuffled into a comfortable position before settling his arm on your waist and pulling the blankets over you. “Sleep, Cyar’ika,” he tells you softly. “I’m right here.” 

Sleepy, you nod. Nuzzle your nose into his chest. “Goodnight,” you manage to say as sleep comes for you fast. Heavy and welcome. You’re fucking ready to get some rest. 

Except, you don’t. Not enough. 

Because as soon as you fall into a dream, it becomes a nightmare. And this one is different. This one isn’t like the others; it’s not like history repeating itself, it’s not throwing you back into a memory that still hurts just as much as it did when it happened. It’s not Them hurting you, your life getting taken over in every sense, with no escape.

No, it’s not about you at all.

It’s Din. 

He’s on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. His blood. Someone has a staff stabbed into his chest, just inches above his heart, and they’re twisting it, drawing pained screams from his throat. At first he has his helmet on, and he’s trying to fight back, but then They’re there, taunting you, whispering in your ear that it’s all your fault, that you brought him here, that you’re the reason he’s going to die a painful death—

Then his helmet is off, and you know that even if he survives, he can never hide again, can never feel safe behind the beskar—

You try to get to him, to rush forward. But They’re holding you back. Their hands are like knives, stinging against the glass embedded in your skin, the knife wounds so fresh and bleeding. He’s reaching for you, crying out for you, and it’s all you can do to watch as they cut him to pieces—

You don’t realise that you’re screaming his name until you start to hear it. Not just in the dream. It’s real, your voice pulling you from sleep, awareness suddenly flooding you. 

“Din!” You scream one last time before your eyes fly open. They’re blurry, so blurry, tears flowing from them hot and fast down onto your cheeks. Back in reality now, but unaware of that, you’re shaking, your hands trembling. There’s something on top of you, someone’s holding you back, stopping you from getting to him, wherever he might be—

You shove and kick at the person who’s holding you, shuffling around in the bed to face them. You go to hit them, using all the meek strength you have in your sleep-hazed muscles. But there are gloved hands grabbing your arms, too soft to be an enemy, but who else can it be—?

Then, you see it.

The soft brown of a flight suit, the shiny silver of a helmet, the black of a visor.

Air leaves your lungs so quick that it hurts. “Din?” You whisper, trembling, not quite believing what you’re seeing. Your fingers are tingling. You could still be in a dream. This could be a trick. You’re still struggling in his grip. 

“Hey,” his voice says, so soft even through the modulator. “Hey, Cyar’ika. It’s me, it’s me. Hey, look at me. Look at me, sweetheart.” 

You do. Through the blur of tears, you blink, and see him. His hands are so gentle around your wrists, only just firm enough to stop you from hitting him. As soon as you realise that it’s him, your arms fall to the mattress. Shame hits you hard and painful, worse than the stinging of your wounds. 

“Oh, Gods,” you push yourself away from him, shuffling back towards the wall, “I’m sorry—I—did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I thought—I didn’t know it was you—”

“I’m alright,” he promises. “I’m alright. You didn’t hurt me. Look at me, Cyare. Take a breath, see, I’m right here.” 

Your breathing is too fast, straining your lungs. Now that you see him, you can’t look away. Your eyes are wide and panic is still coursing through you. You can’t shake the crystal clear memory of seeing him bloody and hurt and at Their mercy.

“Breathe,” he says softly. “Breathe. It’s alright. Take your time.” 

It’s all you can do to listen to him. To do as he says. Without taking your eyes off him, you force yourself to take shallow breaths. It clears your head, calms the incessant buzzing under your skin. You start to realise your cheeks are absolutely drenched with tears, your shirt soaked in them. 

“I’m sorry,” you manage to say, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lash out, I just—didn’t realise it was you…” 

“It’s okay. I promise. I’m alright.” 

Then, oh. 

He’s alright. 

Relief hits you stronger than the shame did, maybe even stronger than the dream itself. He’s here. It wasn’t real. The things you just saw have never happened, and are definitely not happening right now. 

He’s here. You’re both here. Safe. 

“You’re alright,” you whisper, feeling a fresh wave of tears spill over your eyes. “You’re—they didn’t hurt you…” 

He pauses, confused. “Who didn’t hurt me?” 

“Them,” you finally screw your eyes shut, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes so hard that you see stars. It’s better than the images of the nightmare that just won’t leave your mind. “It was—the dream, I—I dreamt they hurt you—”

So gently, his hands wrap around your wrists, carefully bringing your hands away from your face. “I’m alright,” he says again, this time more pointedly. 

You open your eyes. Your breathing has slowed a bit. Your hands aren’t trembling as much. One of them reaches out, sits against the side of his helmet. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

“I woke you up. I had another nightmare.” 

He shakes his head. “All I care about is that you’re okay,” he says. And you get that. Because that’s all you care about, too—that he and Grogu are okay. That’s the most important thing. 

And, right now, they are.

You’re suddenly overtaken by a desperate need, not unfamiliar, but overwhelming in this moment; a need to have him. To be as close as possible to him. To feel him in every single way, to know he’s here, that he’s safe, that everything is fine. That he still wants you, even after this.

You’re moving in closer to him, tugging at his flight suit. “Din,” you whine, “please.” You’re crying again. 

“What, Cyar’ika?” He asks, bringing up a hand to wipe away your fresh tears. 

You shake your head. “Need you,” you say. It seems you’ve lost the ability to properly form sentences. Your hands reach up, take hold of his helmet. “Can you?” You ask. “Please?” 

He nods. Without hesitation, he lifts off his helmet, places it on the bed above you. 

Your hands are on him without a second thought, grasping hold of the warmth of his face in your cold hands, pushing as close as you can to him. You’re breathing fast again, but not panicked this time. Just desperate. 

And you’re still kriffing crying.

You can’t get it out of your head. Seeing him like that. You can still hear yourself screaming his name; still hear him screaming yours. 

“Alright, sweetheart, I’m here,” he assures you, your noses pressed together. “I’m here. Hey, hey, what do you need?” 

You’re just clinging to him, your hands not settling anywhere for long, trying to cover every inch of him. It’s clear that you need something, that you’re asking for it with your touch. You’re barely even in control. Blinded by need for him. “I—” you stammer, and he leans in to kiss away your tears. “Need you. Touch me, hold me. Please.” 

“Baby…” He leans back to look into your eyes. You can only just see him through the tears, but you just let him look at you, too shaken to be embarrassed by how needy you are. He runs his bare hand over your face, settles it gently on your neck. 

Your eyes close into the touch, a shaky breath releasing past your lips. “You’re okay,” you whisper. 

“I’m here,” he reassures you. “I’m here. Nothing’s going to touch you. I promise.” His voice is shaking. Maybe you’re just imaging it.

“Don’t let them touch you, either,” you beg him. “Please. I can’t—I can’t—”

“Hey, shh,” he soothes, smoothing his palm over your hair, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Trying to let his words sink in, to let yourself believe them, you nod. “Din,” you say, “I…” you want to say it. Want to say I love you. 

But everything’s so clouded. It’s the middle of the night cycle. You don’t want him to think you’re just saying it because you’re scared to lose him; because of your nightmare. 

Instead, you lean in, and kiss him. Pour every ounce of desperation, of adoration, as you can into his mouth, your hand sliding back and taking a tight hold of his hair. You push into him with your hips, feeling his heat against you. As your lips move together, he gently uses his knee to part yours, sliding his thigh up between your legs. The pressure is lovely, just enough to remind you that this is real. He’s here. You’re both here, tucked into your bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. Nothing can touch you. Not now.

His lips trail down to your neck in soft, lazy kisses, like he’s comforting you with them. And he is. He always is.

Your eyes stay closed as he mouths at the join of your shoulder and neck, but you feel tears stinging at them, your hand clutching at the back of his head. You just want him close, closer, closer than he can ever possibly get. Your bottom lip wobbles as your heart clenches with his touch, his kiss. 

Something simmers on the edges of your consciousness. Some thought that you’re being selfish. Keeping him awake, demanding that he comfort you when he never signed up for something like this. For someone who wakes up screaming in his bed. 

But—you can’t stop. You need him right now. You need to know he’s here, that he’s safe. You want him inside you, to be honest, but that really might be too much to ask, that might really be taking it too far.

“Din,” you whimper, using your hand in his hair to gently pull him away so you can look in his eyes. Your hips roll over his thigh. “I don’t—I can’t—”

He just watches, waits. Looks into your eyes, presses a kiss to your nose. “Tell me, Cyar’ika,” he whispers. “I’m listening.” 

You nod, stroking his neck. “Please, touch me. Please. I don’t think I—I can’t—” A shuddering breath pulls into your mouth, halting your words for a minute. He just waits patiently. He always waits so patiently. (You can never fucking repay him for all of this; for him. And you wish you could.) “I just want to be close to you. I’m tired, I hurt, I’m not asking for sex, but I just…” 

He shakes his head, softly cutting you off. “I hear you,” he says. His knee shifts in between your legs, and the contact against your clothed centre is perfect, just enough to send a small spark of pleasure through you, reminding you again that he’s here. That this is real. 

You close your eyes, tilt your head to kiss his fingers. He’s pressing his thigh up against you, holding a constant, gentle pressure there, while his hand smooths up and down your side in long, comforting slides. You wish you could clear your blurry vision enough to look at him, to really see him. Because he’s here before you, bare-faced, and you feel like you’re wasting it.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” He asks softly. 

“I don’t know,” you whisper. 

“That’s okay. Take your time.” His hand moves around to the small of your back and presses there, splaying his fingers out. It slides down, takes a gentle hold of your ass, just hard enough that it makes you feel grounded. 

You whine against him, fall into his lips like he’s a magnet, like he’s drawing you in. You kiss him slowly and messily, not really aiming for anything in particular. You just need him. Whatever he’ll give you. 

His palm doesn’t leave you for a second as it slides all the way up your body, running over every curve and edge, curling around your shoulder for a second before he’s brushing hair back from your face, then cradling it, his fingers holding your cheek. 

You don’t want to talk about it, you decide. He can’t know that you’re this scared. You’ve already made things hard enough, with being hunted, injured, now being the thing that stops him getting any rest. 

“I’m sorry,” you find yourself saying into his mouth. Tears break you away from him. You wipe furiously at them before he has a chance to do it himself.

He frowns. “For what?” 

“I woke you up. I’m just making things so difficult lately.” 

“I wasn’t asleep,” he tells you, then promptly closes his mouth like he hadn’t meant to say that. Guilt stabs hard in your chest. “You’re not making things difficult. Bad people are.” 

You shake your head. “You shouldn’t have taken me on.” 

He takes a firmer hold of your face. “Look at me,” he says, a crease so deep between his eyebrows it looks like someone’s drawn it there. You do as he asks, unable to do anything else. “You are not a burden. You never were, and you never will be. Do you hear me?” 

“I—”

“No, listen to me. Do you think I ever saw the kid as a burden? When everyone in the Galaxy was trying to get to us, and we had to fight to survive?” 

You blink at him. For a second, the crushing guilt subsides. “I…no…” 

He nods, like he’s just proven his point. Which he kind of has. Then he leans in, presses a quick, pointed kiss to your lips. When he pulls away, he doesn’t move far; he’s still close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath, the press of his nose against yours. When he speaks again, his voice is just a whisper. And it’s trembling. “I promise I’ll protect you.” 

Your fist bunches around the fabric of his flight suit. You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Din,” you whisper. “I…” any chance of finishing a sentence is gone. Your words only fade on your tongue before they make it past your lips. You’re so tired, still reeling. 

“I’m here,” he promises. It’s still such a miracle, to be staring into his eyes. You never thought you’d have that. You never thought you’d have any of this. “Do you want to try and sleep again?” 

Drawing in a deep breath, you think about it. “I think I’ll just rest,” you decide. “If I fall asleep, great, but…for now I just…” you sigh. “Hold me? Please?” 

“Always, Cyar’ika,” he leans in to kiss your forehead, long and lingering. “I’ve got you. Nothing’s going to touch you. I promise.” 

Despite it all, you manage to muster up a teasing smile. “I’d like you to touch me, actually.”

He smiles, too. It’s fucking beautiful. “Whenever you want.” 

You roll over in his arms, shuffling back into him. “I’ll hold you to that.” 

He presses his face into the back of your neck, his arm wrapping around your waist. His breath is so warm against your skin. You lean into it, let it wrap you up and hold you tight. “Please, do.” 

notes: i hope it was worth the wait! thank you as always y'all for reading, interacting, and for your lovely comments and words for this fic so far. means so much to me and makes me wanna write moreeee!

speaking of which, i have a few requests in my inbox rn and if it was you that sent one - i'm going to write it for you, i've just been hella busy, but as soon as i get chance i'll get to work! thank u for your patience my dears.

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