#plus dressing up? putting on heels?? no makeup but accessories???

[sun-pluto]

taking yourself out on a solo dinner date to the best restaurant you normally go to with friends is actually sO HEALING AND THERAPEUTIC 🥺❤️‍🩹🌹💐🌸🌅🪴

[luvacookie]

mr steal ur girl.

eren notices an unfamiliar face at one of his frat parties…

❥ warnings : reiner bein a dick, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), nicknames, squirting, porn w a plot, intended use of lower case, mildly proof read, shy-ish reader, black fem coded.

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : my first post, my first aot idea >~< ! idk how people will respond to this. i need to write a lil sum sum for con, i will work on it…

“pleaseee ! you never come out with me! plus you get to be around reiner.”

pieck stared at you through the floor length mirror, adjusting her black skin tight dress as you ignored her and continued to scroll through your phone. as per usual, she was going to one of her parties hosted by her friends and as per usual she was asking you to join her.

normally you declined, opting to stay wrapped up in bed, catching up on one of your hour long k-dramas episodes or looking over work you did in a lecture.

parties were not your scene and they never had been.

“pieck… i don’t know…” you responded sceptically, curling the end of your braid around your finger.

“i can set you up with reiner, he talks about you all the time you know,” pieck said walking over to your bed.

you sighed, you knew she was just using your delusional crush on reiner to lure you in and unfortunately it was working.

you pushed your glasses up, exhaling defeatedly. pieck smiled and clapped her hands together, jumping up from the bed.

“we have to make sure you look cute as fuck so shower, skincare, makeup, whatever you need to do and by time you get out i’ll have a cute fit for you!” she said happily, digging through your clothes.

you hauled yourself out of bed, grabbing your towel and headed to the shower. you cleaned up nicely, freshening yourself up for the party. you put your braids into a half-up half-down with a side parting, laying your edges with a decorative heart.

pieck had picked out a two piece pink set for you with white string heels, you matched your accessories accordingly with pink hair clips and white glasses.

she smiled at you in awe. “you look so fuckin’ good right now! you seriously need to get out more.”

you looked down shyly, “are you sure pie’? this is so out of my zone.”

“oh my god, of course i’m sure, now come on. reiner won’t wait all night,” she giggled.

she grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to her convertible, making sure to let the top down so the warm night air hit your faces. the ride there was filled with vibes and giggles, your nerves slowly disappearing.

soon enough you arrived at the frat house, the musics blaring through all the open doors and windows. people were dancing on the lawn, cars pulled up in every direction. pieck dragged you through the crowd, stopping for a couple seconds at a time to say hi to her mutuals.

soon enough you found your way into the kitchen with her where the rest of your friend group was.

“hey guys!” pieck called out over the music and they all greeted her back.

“no fuckin’ way you brought y/n,” connie said, licking his paper and putting the blunt behind his ear.

you waved at him, smiling lightly.

“well damn, who woulda thought,” annie said from beside him, holding a red solo cup.

“she finally managed to convince me soooo…” you trailed off leaning against the counter.

“you look hot though,” sasha commented, a lazy smile on her face as if she was already high.

“mmm, cheers to that,” reiner said from behind you.

you turned around, looking him up and down. he had a simple white tee on that hugged his arms perfectly, a pair of black cargo’s with a silver chain. he handed you a cup and knocked it with yours, tipping the contents of it back.

you stared at him briefly, watching his throat move as he swallowed. you followed shortly after, pulling a face as the liquor burned your throat.

everyone spoke amongst themselves, pieck catching up on all the lost drinks, leaving you and reiner to have a sweet conversation.

“why don’t i see you out enough?” he asked, looking down at you.

you turned your head to the side, the eye contact making your stomach flip, “not really my thing.”

“they should be,” he followed up quickly, “you’re too pretty to be kept hostage in your dorm.”

you looked at him, smiling. “thanks.”

“no problem sweetheart,” he poured himself another drink, refilling yours too.

“you drink a lot?” he asked, sipping on his mix.

“not really, only when i come to these things, which is basically never,” you chuckled lightly, tasting your drink.

“i’m gonna have to force pieck to bring you out more, you’re too fuckin’ pretty darling.”

“rei, stop you’re making me feel shy,” you sighed, looking at him with obvious heart eyes.

he made a noise in his throat, a cocky smirk on his face. “dance with me?”

you stared, your brain slowly registering before you nodded. you turned to pieck, gesturing that you were going with reiner and she gave you a massive thumbs up in encouragement.

reiner took your hand in his and lead you to where the music was the loudest, putting your hands around his neck as his met your waist. he stayed with you like that for the majority of the song, his eyes holding yours.

your acrylics danced at the nape of his neck, as the grip on your waist slowly became tighter. he pulled you close enough for your chests to be touching, forcing you to look up at his height.

“are you even listening ? hellooo?”

“yeah..yeah, who’s that?” eren asked, ignoring whatever armin was saying.

armin looked around, “who?”

“her,” eren said, nodding in your direction.

“oh, y/n l/n. she’s in my english major,” armin said dismissively.

eren nodded, watching how you were slowly grinding on reiner, or realistically how your tits were moving in your dress. he had never seen you before, so how did you know reiner of all people?

as the song ended you pulled reiner down to your height, muttering something to him in which he nodded. you left the room, leaving reiner to join one of his other group of friends, though he didn’t see where you left to as porco joined him and armin.

you returned to the kitchen where connie was left on his own, tapping the ash off his blunt into the sink.

“you and reiner?” he asked, his words slightly slowed.

you poured a shot, smiling to yourself. “maybe. i don’t know.”

you tipped it back as he continued talking to you. “he likes you, you know that right?”

you reapplied your lipgloss, “does he?”

“for real, he talks about you all the time,” he inhaled slowly.

“that’s cute. i like him too,” you smiled at connie.

he exhaled and turned the roll to you, “you smoke?”

“no… i’ve only hit once before,” you admitted, staring at it.

“you don’t wanna hit that shit, probably laced,” came a deep voice from behind you.

you turned to see eren leaning on the door frame, staring at you. he was wearing simple grey sweats and a white tee, his hair pulled back into a messy bun.

“fuck off yaeger,” connie muttered, rolling his eyes, smoke exhaling his mouth with a string of cusses following.

he ignored connie, focusing his attention on you. “you’ve never been to one of these before have you?”

“do i stand out that bad?” you shook your head, the sound of your acrylic tapping the glass following.

eren walked round the counter, pouring himself straight whiskey. “oh you stand out… would’ve remembered your face.”

you tip your head to the side and glance back at connie who stares at you blankly. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“means your cute, your boyfriend is lucky,” he comments swiftly.

“my boyfriend ?” you question, toying with the curly end of your braid.

“reiner. i would think so anyways after the way you were dancing with him,” he responds, a glint in his eye as if he was digging for information.

you look up and make eye contact with him. “he’s not my boyfriend—”

“not yet anyways,” connie interrupts.

you felt your face flush, unsure if you had turned a shade of red or not. you shook your head and had another shaky shot, the alcohol seeping it’s way into your bloodstream.

“what’s your name ?” eren asks, sipping vodka straight from the bottle that was left on the counter.

“y/n,” you responded. “don’t worry, i know who you are eren.”

he tipped his head to the side slightly, he liked the way you said his name.

he hummed, continuing his drink when his friend armin entered the room.

“are reiner and annie fucking or something ?” he asks, a twinge of annoyance in his tone.

you turned to look at armin, your heart slightly dropping. “what do you mean ?”

armin looks at you as if he hadn’t registered you were in the room, “n-nothing. just the way they were talkin’ and dancing and shit..”

you were sure you felt your heart drop this time. annie and reiner ? they had never gave an indication that they liked each other.

you looked off to the side, your throat slowly going dry.

connie noticed and sighed. “they like siblings, don’t stress it.”

you nodded, “y-yeah of course, i just need some air or something.”

you used that as your cue to leave, eren’s eyes following your figure as you walked past him towards the back garden.

you were slightly embarrassed, choking up in front of three boys, two of them you barley knew. you sat on a chair in the corner, taking a shallow breath and texting pieck.

y/n : i think i’m ready to cut pie

pie 🙇🏾‍♀️💓 : y ? e oksy?

you looked at her message and knew she was drunk, yet she still tried her best to check in on you.

y/n : yh dw abt me imma jus take an uber or smthin

pie 🙇🏾‍♀️💓 : olay

pie 🙇🏾‍♀️💓 : grt home sfe iky <3333

you sighed and turned your phone off, looking at the people in the garden. you heard giggling and saw reiner and annie trip over one another, clearly having a good time with themselves.

you turned your phone on and scrolled through your missed texts when you felt a person stood behind you. you looked up and saw eren’s green eyes looking at annie and reiner.

“what a prick,” eren sighed, looking down to meet your eyes.

“it’s cool. annie’s better than me by like tenfold so i’m not really shocked,” you responded, dropping your phone in your lap.

“don’t be fuckin’ dumb, reiner’s a blind asshole. he always has been,” he comforted you. “here.”

he handed you his lit joint and you took a hesitant hit, careful not to get lipgloss all over the paper.

eren watched you as you exhaled into the air, swallowing nothing. “you good?”

you nodded, “ ‘m good.”

you guys stayed like that for a while, exchanging useless comments and smoking. eren was glad that your mood had been lifted. at some point you had ended up back in the kitchen with your group of friends, high and definitely drunk.

pieck had everyone do body shots off of her stomach and made you dance round the counter like an idiot, something you were too drunk to question.

“where’d you go?” reiner’s voice said from behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.

you tensed uncomfortably, though reiner was far too gone to notice. you wriggled out of his grasp, turning around to look at him. “s-sorry, i ended up getting distracted by eren and connie.”

eren nodded at whatever words mikasa was saying, his eyes focusing on the way reiner was forcing a conversation after abandoning you to fuck around with annie.

“yaeger? what were you doing with that bastard ?” reiner said, ignoring the way you rubbed your arm rather nervously.

“n-nothing, we was jus’ talking and shi—”

“fuck that, don’t hang around with that kid,” reiner cut you off, staring at you rather annoyed.

“reiner, i’m sorry he just—”

“why shouldn’t she hang around with me ? i’d say i’m a pretty fun time,” eren said lazily, sitting on the counter beside you.

reiner glared at him, “don’t start your bullshit with me yaeger.”

“i’d say you’re starting problems with me braun, tellin’ pretty girls they should steer clear,” he responded.

eren looked unbothered whereas reiner had become rather agitated.

he ignored reiner, turning to you, “wanna go some where else ?”

you looked at reiner then at eren before nodding, following his lead and taking his hand as he lead you somewhere else.

“fuckin’ hell. rei just got his bitch stolen by yaeger,” porco muttered, reiner still heard it.

“you good princess?” eren mumbled, the sound of his door clicking shut.

“mhm, thank you,” you responded from his desk, untying your heels as he pushed himself up on his bed.

“for what?” he asked pointedly, his eyes locking with yours.

“the reiner thing—”

“anybody with working brain cells could see that you were uncomfortable, i was just helping out,” he dismissed, his hands resting behind his head.

you nodded, holding eye contact with him. the room went silent, the only sound being the tapping of your acrylics against the wood of his desk.

eren sighed, patting the cover of his bedsheets. “c’mere, you too far away.”

you let out a little laugh, hopping off his desk and standing in front of him. he grabbed you by your hands and pulled you on top of him, settling yourself on his hips. he was less than bother by the sudden added weight of your own body, his hands meeting the side of your thighs.

“you really are mad pretty,” he mumbled, squeezing the fat of your thighs that was closer to your ass.

you exhaled, turning your head to try and hide your smile. he grabbed your face and turned it back to him, his eyes hooded with lust.

you stared at him and your eyes dropped to his lips and unfortunately for you, he didn’t miss it. you took a deep breath and leaned forward, encasing eren’s lips in yours.

his hands instantly moved to your ass, squeezing roughly. he kissed you back hard, pushing his hips upwards.

your hands travelled to the back of his hair, your acrylics burying themselves in the nape of his neck. he sat up properly so he could flip you over, a shear display of his strength.

he bit at the bottom of your lip, taking advantage of the whine you let out to slip his tongue into your mouth. his hands wondered down the front of your top, though he pulled away, inspecting your face.

“why’d you stop ?” you mumbled, your eyes darting towards his swollen lips.

“nothin’, just checking to see if you’re actually sober. you alright with this though ?” he asked and you nodded eagerly, tugging at his hoodie.

he laughed. “you’re a desperate thing aren’t you.”

“eren, please,” you mumbled, pulling him forwards with more force.

“fuck. whatever you want princess,” he groaned, grabbing you by the neck and pulling you into a deeper kiss than before.

you moaned quietly as he untied the front of your shirt, revealing your lacy white bra.

“please tell me you weren’t wearing this for reiner,” he begged, rubbing on your tits.

you shook your head. “thank fuck for that.”

he pulled your skirt off, revealing your matching set, throwing the skirt somewhere in his room.

“fuck sake, y/n,” he muttered, eyes trailing the whole of your body.

you tugged at his zipper, “off, i want it off.”

he unzipped his hoodie with a chuckle, removing his shirt too, revealing his muscles. “makin’ demands now ?”

you rolled your eyes and pulled him back in for another heated kiss, your hands trailing down his body and palming his dick through his grey bottoms. he groaned, kissing you harder as you continued to stroke his growing hard-on through the material.

he pulled away and began kissing down your neck, leaving deep hickies as he went down, kissing all the way down your stomach till he got to the top of your lace thong.

he made eye contact with you as he placed a light kiss on your cover clit, watching as your mouth slightly dropped open. he pulled your panties down, stuffing them in his pocket whilst he rubbed on your clit with slow circles.

“you’re so fuckin’ wet for me right now angel. did you know that?” he asked, continuing with his agonisingly slow circles.

“mm fuck, eren, please—” you whined, your hands gripping his sheets.

“please what princess?” he teased, watching your body squirm under his touch.

you whined even louder. “fuck, i want more—” you cut yourself off with a shallow moan as he dipped his middle finger inside of you briefly before pulling it out.

“more what?” he teased.

you looked at him with round glossy eyes, “please eat me out.”

“that’s all you had to say princess,” he laughed, finally giving you what you wanted.

his tongue made contact with your clit and he licked eagerly, making his middle and ring finger stretch you out nicely.

“gotta make sure this pretty pussy is ready for my dick hm,” he mumbled on your clit, sucking on it roughly.

you babbled incoherent sentences, scratching as far as your hands could reach down his shoulders. your moans gradually increased in volume as his slender fingers worked your insides deliciously, finding that soft spot your own couldn’t reach with ease.

“f-fuck eren— feels so fuckin’ good,” you moaned gripping on his sheets harder.

just as you could feel your orgasm approaching, you could feel your phone vibrate beside you.

pieck was calling you, your thighs began to close but eren forced them back open. “answer it.”

“b-but—”

“i said answer it and be quiet.”

you looked at him before doing as he said, his fingers working harder than before.

“y/nnnn! where did you gooooo?” pieck shouted down the phone.

“i-i went with— mm-fuck, eren—” you struggled, pulling at eren’s hand.

“to do whatttt? you guys are missing the party” she yelled, giggling shortly after.

you struggled to hold back a moan as eren sucked more feverishly on your clit, “ ‘m s-sorry pie’, w-we’ll be — fuckfuck— we’ll be b-back soon.”

pieck stayed silent on the other side for a moment. “ohmygodyouanderenarefucking?!”

eren laughed, the vibrations on your clit causing you to let a loud whine slip past your mouth, one pieck definitely heard.

“OHMYGOD YOU ARE! GUYSGUYS EREN AND Y/N ARE—”

you hung up on her and threw your phone on the floor some where, focusing back on eren. “that is y-your fault.”

he pulled up and looked at you, the lower half of his face covered in your slick. “i told you to be quiet princess.”

you rolled your eyes as he continued finger fucking you, his tongue slipping to your hole every now and again.

a strange feeling built up in your stomach, making you push him away by his shoulders. “mm— eren wait, f-feels like ‘m gonna—”

his dick twitched at the thought of you squirting from him eating your pussy, so he pushed your hands away. “stop, let me finish.”

“no— eren—”

he grabbed your arms with his free hand and held them to your side, licking at your clit more needly as he could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers. “i got you princess.”

you moaned loudly and the clear liquid drenched your thighs and his sheets, eren’s fingers still working you through your orgasm.

“f-fuck, eren— please—” you moaned desperately, tears sliding down the side of your face as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut.

“give me one more, i know you can y/n,” he mumbled, pulling your thighs open as his fingers working faster, grazing your soft spot every time.

you shook your head, feeling your second orgasm approaching harder than the first one.

“fuckfuckfuck, eren please—” you came around his fingers a second time, moaning loudly.

“there you fucking go,” eren smirked, feeling your cunt squeeze him. he slipped his fingers out and kissed your clit gently before coming back up to kiss you.

“you okay princess?” he asked quietly, looking you in your eyes.

you nodded lazily, fucked out from the two orgasms he gave you. “ ‘m good.”

“good cause i’m not done with you yet,” he exhaled, kissing you again.

he pulled his bottoms down, revealing his white calvin klein boxers that hugged his straining dick.

“this is your fault,” he said mimicking the words you said to him earlier.

you ignored him and palmed at his dick, feeling it twitch under the contact. you pulled his boxers down and let it free, continuing to rub it bare.

“fuckk—” he groaned, “shit, let me get a condom—”

“i’m clean,” you interjected, “and on birth control.”

eren looked slightly taken back. “are you sure ?”

you nodded desperately, “i need you please—”

“well shit. i’m clean too don’t worry,” he reassured you.

you nodded and continued rubbing his dick.

he moaned lowly before grabbing your face, “open.”

you opened your mouth and he stuck his fingers down your throat, the same ones that had been inside you.

he pulled them out and rubbed them on his dick, mixing your spit and his pre-cum.

next time i’ll have to get head, he thinks to himself before lining his dick up with your cunt. you moan loudly as the tip slowly pushed past your pillowy walls, hugging eren tightly.

“shit—” eren cussed as he felt your nails dig into his bicep, “you’re never fuckin’ getting rid of me princess.”

he bottomed out, making you whimper. he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his length. he watched your face for any signs of discomfort before slowly moving in and out of your cunt.

“fuck eren— you feel- so good—” you babbled incoherently, clawing deep marks down his back.

he nodded, lifting your leg to put it over his shoulder to get a better angle. he increased his speed, rubbing at your clit, making you squeeze his cock.

his hips stuttered. “stop doing that, gonna make me cum.”

“i want you to cum in me though,” you said, looking at him through your lashes.

eren scoffed and went deeper, thanks to the angle his tip kept assaulting your sweet spot.

you whimpered, “fuck eren— gonna cum—”

“no you’re not. hold it,” he grunted, gripping your hips and pulling you down to meet his base.

“eren,” you whined.

his pacing slowed down, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he neared his high.

“fuck— princess, i’m gonna cum—” he muttered into your ankle, nibbling slightly.

you squeezed around him at the sensations. he let out a deep moan, his cum painting the insides of your pussy white.

you came as you felt him empty inside of you, digging a crescent shape into his back.

“f-fuck,” you mumbled, watching him pull his dick out.

you whined at the empty feeling, though eren chose to ignore it. “imma be back.”

he picked his boxers up from the floor and pulled them on, walking to his bathroom. he walked out with a warm cloth, gently wiping the insides of your thigh.

“is your back okay? i noticed all the scratches and some were kinda bleeding…” you said sympathetically.

“don’t worry about me, i’ve had worse,” he smiled.

when he finished he put it on his desk and walked back over to you, kissing you gently.

“you good princess?”

you nodded dazed, causing eren to chuckle. he pulled you up and helped you get dressed, allowing you to fix your makeup and hair.

when you left his bedroom the party was still full swing, people dancing and drinking.

“ayeee ! there they are,” porco called out, clapping eren on the back when he sat next to him.

you were about to walk off to sit with pieck and sasha when eren grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap.

you looked at him confused when he muttered in your ear. “didn’t i tell you you’re never getting rid of me ?”

you were sure this time you were blushing, especially when he kissed the dark hickey on your neck.

“alright, we get it, you fucked, get a room,” sasha fake gagged, giggling after.

eren made eye contact with reiner. “she won’t be able to walk next time we get a room.”

[complex-pdf]

New Cutie Alert | Jennifer Check x Black, Female, Bimbo Plus Size Reader

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request: ✗

a/n: Jennifer Check awooga

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“Don’t wait for me, Needy. Just gonna get some stuff from my locker.” Jennifer told her childhood friend. “‘K Jen. See you in a bit.” Needy smiled and walked away to the cafeteria. Jennifer walked over to her locker and opened it, revealing a small mirror on the locker door, books, loose papers, red nail polish and some makeup items. She takes some books and place them down on the floor so she could put on some more blush.

As Jennifer softly dusted on pink blush, she heard the clicking of heels speeding towards her direction. Before she could stop to turn around she felt a few taps on her shoulder. “E…Excuse me uh…Jennifer is it?” Jennifer turned to look at the person speaking. She saw what she thought was a smiling angel before her. It was a fat girl wearing a tight baby blue mini dress with a ton of hot pink accessories and ass length blonde goddess locs. Her body and face were round and plush, and probably even warm, like her favorite pillow she had a home.

“Did I get your name wrong? Is that why you’re staring at me like-“ “Noooo honey~ You got it correct.”, Jennifer smirked at the girl in front of her and leaned against the lockers, “What’s your name babygirl?” The succubus asked. “It’s (Y/n), and I’m new. I was thinking about that lip gloss that you were wearing and was wondering if I could borrow some? I didn’t bring mines.” (Y/n) smiled as she felt her cheeks heat up.

Jennifer chuckled and licked her lips. “I don’t think that’s the most sanitary thing (Y/n), especially since we just met.” That sentence seemed to struck a cord with the new student as she started to look around as if she was thinking. “Well…”, the blonde started, “I didn’t really thought it that way. I just saw how pretty you looked with the lip gloss and thought you would help with my emergency.” (Y/n) sighed and touched her lips. “My lips are naked as hell now…minus my lipstick and lip liner.”

The way (Y/n) looked disappointed made Jennifer feel…something. She found her personality, and body, super hot. Jennifer needed to talk to her more. “(Y/n), but maybe we can talk about this at lunch? I don’t think you’d want detention on your first day here.” (Y/n) smiled at Jen and nodded. “Yea you’re right! But is there anything that might have peanuts in it? I may or may not have a peanut allergy because I heard allergies are genetic or something so I want to be careful. I hope there’s Reese’s though! I looove them!” The blonde walked quickly, as quickly her heels would let her, to the lunch room…that she didn’t know where it was located at.

Jennifer thought, ‘Lord she isn’t bright, but hey she’s a cutie.’

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[valley-of-headcanons]

how about some headcanons of Haley, Abigail and Alex with a very hyperfem farmer!!! y'know, the kind of person that is always wearing cute clothes, putting on makeup, acts like a princess and is basically a carbon, living copy of a Barbie doll.

i'm a very hyperfem person so i love making my in-game farmers based on my sense of style, and i would love to see your take on it :]

abigail, alex, and haley with hyperfemme! farmer || headcanons

your style is so adorable and cute, and your partner loves everything about it! <3

warning: very feminine farmer, but gender neutral pronouns! nothing else that i can see <3

requested by: anon, thank you so much for the request! you didn't specify romantic or non romantic, so im gonna assume romantic in this case! if not, please send in another request and i'll 100% fix it <3 but this request was so fun to write! i'm turning more and more into a barbie daily (especially after the barbie movie 🙏) and this request hit a bit close to home! thanks for the request barbie <3

abigail

• Abigail has a very alternative style, she hates dressing in girly clothes and cutesy styles ... but she can definitely appreciate their beauty. And your beauty is the one she's focused on the most. She loves you, and thinks you're the cutest person on the planet! She cannot get enough of your cute outfits, intricate makeup, and princess attitude!

• She loves teasing you about your attitude, giving you the nickname "princess" every time you ask her for something simple. She loves seeing your cute little attitude, and always gives you a little kiss afterward to make up for it. “Sorry princess, I won't tease you anymore ... even though I know you love it,” she'll say with a mischievous grin.

• She goes out of her way to protect you, her adventurous spirit getting the best of her. Even if it's something as small as getting your new heels muddy, she'll either bridal style or piggyback you across. She cares a lot about you and she knows how important your aesthetic is. It's not life or death, but she wants to be attentive to the little things. Little things to show that she cares.

• Abigail adores you more than anything, and it really shows. You're flooded with compliments, although they may be unusual or odd at times. She loves seeing you flustered and happy, regardless of your style. She used to hate the color pink, but ... when it reminds her of the best person that's ever been in her life, how could she hate it now?

alex

• Alex has always found a Barbie aesthetic incredibly gorgeous, and it's not a surprise that his partner is decked out in pink and glitter. He cannot get enough of you! Every time you walk in the room, his jaw is on the floor, his eyes are pinned on you. Every aspect of you is perfect in his eyes, and your style is only an accessory, but it's a nice plus!

• He would do anything you asked without skipping a beat. Whether it be helping you with farm work or going to the store for something, he's got you. He'll give you a kiss on the forehead and bend over backwards for you. He loves your princess attitude and adores how you're so loving and vulnerable you are at the same time. Of course you could do all these things yourself, but you trust him with these little things? He is so excited to do anything you ask.

• He would never admit it, but he really wants you to do his makeup at least once. He's never experienced it, and he thinks it could be fun! But you are not allowed to show anyone pictures or anything, he's not THAT comfortable with his masculinity ... but you can have your little dress up party with him. You're the only person he'll trust with this, and he's glad he's breaking down his walls with you.

• Alex really loves you, and he shows it as much as he can. He brags to all of his friends about how gorgeous his partner is, and how confident and smart and pretty you are, and how he'd do absolutely anything for you. He adores how brave you are as well, how no matter what anyone says, you OWN your femininity. And you're the bravest Barbie around in his eyes.

haley

• Haley needs her partner to have just as much style as she does, and she loves that aspect of you. She adores fashion, and your sense of style is out of this world! You two look like you've come straight out of Barbieland! She loves showing you off, a gigantic smirk on her faces when the guys and girls see how hot and gorgeous her partner is. And your attitude matches hers, you two are truly a match made in heaven.

• She loves shopping with you, and shopping for you! She'll show you things that she thinks will look absolutely gorgeous on you, and she knows you well enough that she knows exactly what you like! If you thank her, she'll brush it off with a small blush. “Oh whatever- just try this on! I might steal it out of your closet anyway ...”

• The princess attitude back and forth has led to many humorous moments. You two are pretty good at never giving in, so the score has remained tied for years. Haley really does like seeing you happy, and although puts up a fight, would do anything you ask. And she knows that you would do the same. Although the "arguments" are very entertaining to her, so of course she's going to put up a fight.

• You and Haley have a lot of similarities, but they work really well together. She understands you and your femininity more than most people, and is a really good friend and partner. She adores you, and how wonderful you are. You don't have to be feminine, you don't have to be masculine, you just have to show her the love she needs. She'll show you so much in return.

[callsignbaphomet]

Glance, stillness, formal, texture, favorite, and change! For whoever you want ofc <3

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

☆.｡.:* He has really big and bright gray eyes that are more on the lighter side.

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

☆.｡.:* He has ADD so standing still is kind of a pain in the ass especially as his medication starts wearing off. It's your usuals: shaking his foot without him even noticing he's doing it, hums without him even realizing he's doing it, constantly chewing gum to offset the requirement of standing still. He's been known to lightly scratch his cuticles and picks at his skin. He has little things he can play with while standing still. Before heading off on a job though he makes sure to medicate and have plenty of gum.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

☆.｡.:* Oh, this is fun! His formal looks are all dresses, heels, jewelry everywhere he can put some and some of the most extravagant makeup looks he can come up with. He HATES men's formal clothing with a burning passion but luckily he's an avid cross-dresser and given the fact that he looks androgynous and has curves he passes as a woman and gets a kick out of that while he and Jelani laugh about it. He's worn men's formal clothing before and hated every second of it.

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

☆.｡.:* He's a slut for silk. Give him anything made of silk and he'll hump your leg for 30 minutes. Furs and leather are another favorite of his. He hates ruffles and anything plaid. He avoids anything with rough textures as he prefers soft fibers and fabrics plus Jelani has texture sensitivities.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

☆.｡.:* He has this really soft, off the shoulders, oversized, pastel colored long sleeved shirt that's super light and breathable that Jela bought for him when he was out on the job somewhere in Europe. He loves to wear it around spring and just before summer and he wears it/combines it with lots of articles. He has a little circlet and set that Jela got for him from one of the times they went to one of the exo realms. Every time they passed by the shop he stopped to look at it through the window and he would've gotten it himself but he wasn't sure if he should or exactly when he'd wear 'em. He only pulls 'em out during special occasions. It's made from materials only found in that exo realm. Honestly every time Jelani goes out and Angelus stays home or back at base he always brings him something.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

☆.｡.:* You can sorta say he constantly does. Like I said he's an avid cross-dresser and he goes hard. Half his closet and drawers are full of women's clothes (yeah, including underwear). He likes changing things up with different styles (pastels, goth or whatever he feels like). Then he'll switch it up and dress completely masc and instead of short skirts and oversized sweaters he's decked out in techwear or anything "tactical" (civilian kind of tactical, he's not running around in full uniform off the clock lol).

[mortal-eternity]

The Ultimate Style Statement: Mini Shoulder Bags and Their Unmatched Versatility

When it comes to fashion, sometimes less is more. In the world of bags, mini shoulder bags are all the rage, offering the perfect balance between style and functionality. These compact yet versatile accessories are taking the fashion world by storm, and it's easy to see why. In this blog post, we'll explore the charm of mini shoulder bags and how they're fast becoming an essential wardrobe staple for fashion-forward individuals everywhere.

The Magic of Mini Shoulder Bags

Effortlessly Chic

One of the most appealing aspects of mini shoulder bags is their ability to instantly elevate any outfit. Whether you're sporting a casual look or dressing up for a night out, a mini shoulder bag can add a touch of sophistication and flair to your ensemble. With a wide array of colors, materials, and designs to choose from, there's a mini shoulder bag to suit every personality and style preference.

Convenience and Functionality

Don't be fooled by their small size; mini shoulder bags are designed with practicality in mind. They provide just enough space to carry your essentials – think phone, wallet, keys, and a few makeup items – without being overly bulky. Plus, the shoulder strap allows for a hands-free experience, making these bags perfect for on-the-go adventures.

Versatile for Every Occasion

Whether you're attending a formal event, going out with friends, or simply running errands, a mini shoulder bag can adapt to any situation. Their compact size and elegant design make them suitable for both daytime and evening wear. Simply put, a mini shoulder bag is the ultimate all-rounder when it comes to accessorizing.

A Sustainable Fashion Choice

As the fashion industry moves towards sustainability, mini shoulder bags have emerged as an eco-friendly alternative to larger, more resource-intensive bags. By opting for a smaller bag, you're not only making a fashion statement but also a positive impact on the environment.

Endless Customization Options

Mini shoulder bags come in various materials, such as leather, faux leather, canvas, and even fabric. Moreover, they're available in a plethora of colors, patterns, and embellishments, offering endless possibilities for personalization. You can even mix and match different straps and charms to create a truly unique accessory that reflects your individual style.

How to Style Your Mini Shoulder Bag

Styling a mini shoulder bag is simple and can be tailored to suit any occasion. Here are a few tips to get you started:

For a casual daytime look, pair your mini shoulder bag with jeans, a simple blouse, and comfortable sneakers or flats.

To transition to evening wear, swap your casual outfit for a little black dress, heels, and statement jewelry. Your mini shoulder bag will seamlessly complement your sophisticated look.

Experiment with different ways to wear your shoulder bag – across the body, on one shoulder, or even as a clutch by removing the strap.

Don't be afraid to mix patterns and textures. A mini shoulder bag in a bold print or luxe material can add interest and depth to a minimalist outfit.

Mini shoulder bags are the ultimate fashion accessory, offering unmatched style, versatility, and convenience. Whether you're a seasoned fashionista or just starting to build your bag collection, a mini shoulder bag is a must-have addition to your wardrobe. So go ahead and make a statement with this chic and functional accessory – you'll be turning heads wherever you go!

[itsgigikay]

Kiwi Part I

A/N: Hii!! Okay so I think I’ll actually be doing this as a series, the series is called Did We Do It and within the series there are parts but I’ll naming each one of them not sure if that makes sense😂 also I’ve never been to Italy so I’m not sure if this restaurant actually exists but we’ll pretend it does but anyways I hope you like it again it’s my first time writing so please any feedback would be great. Much love❤️

Harry Styles x Reader

Harry was the one to confess his feelings first. He didn’t care that she was 22 years old and he was a year younger. He loved her and she loved him. They’ve known each other since she was 17 years old and he was 16 years old. They dated for 3 years until Harry was able to pop the question. During the 3 years, they dated there were so many things going on that were planned, a busy schedule, tour, album releases, and some things that weren’t planned. She’s always been there no questions asked, confirming her love and support towards him. 

2017 was when Harry first released his first album HS1, he was 23 and Y/N was 24 after the release, the tour started however no matter how busy Harry was he always found time for her, taking her around to visit the cities they were in, or even going on dates where they would have to enter through the back doors and he would have to rent out the place to have their privacy. 

The best memory Y/N remembered was in September of 2018 when they were in Italy after the tour. It was fashion week in Italy and Harry and Y/N were there because he was invited to some of them and as a plus one he had decided to take you with him. After they had gone to the Fendi fashion show, Harry had rented out his favorite restaurant in Milan Seta. It was also your one-year anniversary. You had honestly thought Harry would forget because throughout the whole week he didn’t even mention anything to you about it. 

When you saw he had pulled up to the restaurant you had turned to Harry looking puzzled. He was wearing gray dressy pants, sheer like black button down with the first couple of buttons opened, a long black coat matched with white loafers, and his hair out wild curls flying everywhere. You had your hair waved just a bit with very little to no makeup. Wearing a black dress that ends just by your mid-thigh, sleeves sheer with the top being a corset matching it with gold accessories and you had switched from your heels to white Alexander McQueen sneakers.

“Okay lovie put this on” he had opened the glove compartment pulling out a blindfold 

“What’s this for H” she asked, taking it from his hand and putting it around her eyes. 

“You’ll see once we get in,” he said, opening the driver's car door and going around to open the car for you grabbing your hand “watch your step, love” he warned you getting out of the car. 

As you were walking hand in hand, hearing crickets in the background you heard a door open walking in some more you finally stopped walking Harry walked behind you pulling the blindfold off your eyes. The first thing you had seen was a table with a white cloth set for two. Room is lightly lit with candles all around with the smell of floral going around the room. 

“Harry-“ you started trying to get the right words in. You had really thought he had forgotten about your anniversary. 

“You’d really think I’d forget love, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Come on I know you're hungry they’ve got the best pasta” taking her hand and leading her to the table. 

Looking up straight at his eyes “I love you.” 

“And I love you, Happy Anniversary” kissing her on the cheek and giving her a peak as well. And so their night had just begun from there. 

A month and a half after they had come back from their trip Y/N wasn’t feeling well, she had been waking up with nausea, and a slight headache. She had thought it was due to her almost getting her period so she forgot about it and let it slip her mind.

A week and a half later she had woken up in their LA home, their room still dark, she felt a little uneasy in her stomach before she can think. She felt coming up her throat almost not making it to the bathroom, quickly bending down on her knees and emptying out everything she had for dinner before she went to bed. She had felt someone hold up her hair heaving over again this time she felt circle motions trying to comfort her, she saw from the corner of her eye it was no one other than Harry. After she was completely done she went limp against their bathtub. Harry had scooped her up on her lap telling her sweet nothings into her ear, “I’ve got you” “it’s okay, love” kissing her temple he saw her eyes slowly drooping so he carried her back to bed putting her under the covers. Harry got under the covers as well getting close to her and wrapping his arms around her and they fell back asleep within seconds.

She woke up the next morning feeling Harry's arms around her. She reached out for her phone by the side of her bed, seeing that it was 9:07 AM. She had a funny taste in her mouth suddenly all the memories came flooding back in about what had happened last night. Her throwing up, Harry was by her side soothing her and comforting her. She had turned to face her boyfriend, taking in all his beauty. His long lashes rested on the top of his cheeks, heart-shaped lips opened partially, long hair wild with the curls being everywhere covering his eye just a little. She slowly started moving the hair out of the way when she saw a smile forming on those heart-shaped lips. 

“Good morning, darling” slowly he opened his eyes looking straight at his girlfriend and smiling at her lovingly.

“Good morning, lovie” she replied back leaning into him kissing his cheek, and resting her head on his chest.

“How are you feeling? Do you still feel sick?” he asked while slowly stroking through her hair, kissing the top of her head.

“Little queasy, honestly. Also, need to brush my teeth” she told him looking up at him

“We’ll go in a minute, let's cuddle for a little more.” leaning in closer, if that was even possible, letting their chests squeeze in together, hissing from that as she felt pain on her boobs.

“You okay?” he asked worriedly, she nodded her head, leaning back to the position they were in.

She had started going through her thoughts, she had sensitive boobs, nausea, throwing up, and she did have a slight headache sometimes. She thought it was her period but then she doesn’t remember when the last time she got it was. She‘s the type of person that writes down from when to when she gets her period, even has an app, Clue. She grabbed her phone looking for the app, the last time she had gotten her period was almost 2 and half months ago. There’s something wrong with her, her mind went through so many scenarios we’re going through her mind but one thing she couldn’t shake out was her being pregnant. What if she is pregnant? 

“What time do we have to be at the studio?” She asked with her eyes closed. Harry was finally starting to write for his second album. 

“Probably 11 you want to make breakfast or pick up on the way” in his morning voice. 

“Hmmm, honestly I’m tired to get up but I want homemade blueberry pancakes with Nutella.” She moaned at the craving. 

“I’ve got you, love. Maple syrup? Coffee or tea? Eggs or hashbrowns?” Detangling himself from her, pushing off the covers giving her a peak on her bow-shaped lips. 

“Yes, tea and hashbrowns, please and thank you” mumbling into his lips. 

While Harry was downstairs whipping, whisking, frying, and cutting everything from the flour, eggs, baking powder, salt, sugar, milk, butter, blueberries, hash browns, Fruits, and putting on the tea kettle Y/N decided to go take a quick shower. When Y/N comes out of the shower she takes her towel and wraps it body after wrapping it around herself she bent down, opened her cabinet under her sink finally found what she was looking for. 

A pregnancy test. 

‘Okay, so I just pee on the stick and wait a few minutes one is negative two is positive’ thinking in her head. 

After taking not one but three tests her alarm finally went off letting her know that her wait time was over. She let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in, she was feeling so many emotions she was anxious, nervous, maybe a little excited but most of all scared. She didn’t know if Harry would want a baby now, he had just released his album, he’s going on tour, and yes he adores kids he’s known to love kids but you both never discussed when and if you both wanted to start a family. 

Flipping all three tests over she saw a total of 6 lines, all she can do is look down and the three shaking tests that she holds. She’s pregnant. She’s carrying a baby. She’s growing a real human inside her. When does she tell Harry? Should she even tell Harry most importantly how? Her mind was going in circles until she heard a knocking on the other side of the bathroom door. 

“Darling are you in there? Breakfast is ready.” Harry asked a little hesitant. 

“Y-yes I’ll be right out I was just taking a shower.” whipping the tear that had rolled to the corner of her lip, she didn’t even realize she was crying the pregnancy tests in her hand. She heard Harry’s feet pitter-patter on the floor. She took the tests in her head putting them under her towel.

She had put her tests in the nightstand drawer by her bedside. When she had finally finished getting dressed with shaky hands and headed downstairs. 

“Smells great H, thank you,” she said grabbing her plate and adding the pancakes, syrup, some fruits, and hash browns as well.

Stuffing her face with the pancakes “ ‘s so good H ‘ank you” she pointed to her plate of food with the fork. 

“Hmm” Harry hummed back nodding his head and digging into his eggs. 

After breakfast, Harry went up to get ready. As he was getting ready Y/N was thinking about the news. 

Should she tell him it’ll ruin his career, how should I tell him if I do? 

“Babe you coming with?” Harry interrupted her thought coming down the stairs wearing Nike shorts with a matching hoodie, a cap with sunglasses, and sneakers. 

“Yeah, but can I steal your glasses I don’t have makeup on.” she asked with a pout giving her the glasses and mumbling under his breath something between the line of “don’t need makeup” and they both headed out for their day. 

“Love I can’t find my sunglasses and journal have you seen them” Harry yelled from upstairs, looking everywhere in your room. 

It had been two weeks since Y/N knew she was pregnant and she still didn’t figure out a way to tell Harry. Harry had another studio session today to continue writing for his second album but Y/N wasn’t going, she had wanted to catch up on some work emails.

“No, I didn’t see them” yelling back not aware of her surroundings. 

Meanwhile, in their room Harry had looked everywhere he can but one place he didn’t look was Y/N’s nightstand on side of her bed. They don’t through each other's nightstand it’s where they keep personal things, however, Harry had remembered he handed Y/N his journal to read one of his songs before going to sleep, she must’ve put it in there. He would usually ask her permission or she would do it herself but he was running late already. He had walked over to her nightstand, opening the drawer he saw his brown journal inside. Smiling to himself he had picked it up as he was closing the draw he couldn’t help but see the three tests that were under his journal. With frowned brows He had collected the test forgetting about his journal looking at them, they all had two lines.��He had let out a shaky breath as he went down the stairs his mind was racing. Looking for her he finally found her at the kitchen table in front of her computer screen. She was wearing one of his shirts, a messy bun, and had one leg up on the chair almost like hugging herself. “Lovie” he called out for her quietly. His only response from her was a hum not even bothering to look up at him. “Y/N,” he said more sternly this time.

[jahayla-parker]

Golden Arrows: Nathan Drake x Reader

Anonymous Request: “You got home from work, you got voicemail from your friend, you were invited to wedding for tomorrow as a guest. Next day, you put your emerald satin strappy maxi dress, necklace, and short heel sandals and also wavy hair. you get in church, it was so lovely, very crowded, you walks as you bump into someone, who is wearing a suit, you never met him before. You clear your throat as you may have seat as he maybe could be besides you, after that you went to wedding reception, just drink a bit of glass of champagne, just look at view. Suddenly he came in to you, you two talks a lots at each other, you never met someone like him who is funny, charming and optimistic, then he take you home just as you thought it would”

Summary: 6.2k wc, reader attends an event that Nathan Drake (Nate) happens to be at as well but for a very different reason. What happens when the reader finds herself falling for Nate but he is there to steal an item from the reader?

Thank you my lovely little anon for your request! I tried to combine all the aspects you requested and kinda went way over haha.

Warnings: suggestive (but no smut), a few curse words, mentions of alcohol, stealing.

P.s. This is NOT thoroughly proofread as I am about to board my plane but wanted to post it first!

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y/f/n: your friend’s name

y/f/e: your friend’s ex’s name

y/n/n: your nickname 

and as always y/n: your name

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Dropping my keys into the coffee table, I slump into the leather couch and sigh. It’s been a long week, but at least tomorrow is the weekend and I’ll have time off. I sluggishly pull my phone out of my pocket and notice a missed call and voicemail from y/f/n. As exhausted as I am, I know I should listen as she doesn’t call unless it’s serious. 

 “Y/n! You’re going to y/f/e’s wedding with me tomorrow! I ran into him today and was invited with a plus one. I can’t show up alone but don’t have time for a date! Plus I’ll need emotional support, no arguments! I’ll pick you up at 3!” Y/f/n screams over voicemail. I sigh and run my hands through my hair. 

Y/f/n has gotten me out of many uncomfortable situations before, at least now I can finally return the favor. That’s not to say I’m excited, I’d much rather stay home and rest. Accepting my fate, I get up and prepare my outfit for tomorrow. 

I settle on the best, yet also most revealing dress in my closet, a pair of 1 inch heels, and a set of golden accessories including my late mother’s golden arrow necklace. After setting the outfit out on my bed in front of me, I smile approvingly. I might as well make the most of the night, and maybe get some free drinks.

The lighting in the restroom is reflecting mesmerizingly off my spaghetti-strapped, vibrant silk dress that is dyed a deep emerald color. I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror. My dress has a plunging neckline, a bodycon-like waist, and an elegant yet sultry cut up the right leg.  The whole dress stops a few inches off the ground, just short enough to show off my gold 1 inch open heel sandals, and freshly painted emerald toenails. I smirk to myself. I may not be an overly confident woman often, but today I’m feeling great about myself. 

After finishing my final makeup touches, I carefully put on my mother’s necklace and the rest of my gold accessories. I smile at myself once again, loving the confidence this outfit has given me. I notice my fake lashes and cherry red lipstick make my facial features pop. My wavy hair stopping just above my shoulders. 

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I roll my eyes as y/f/n continues to flirt with the older man who requested to buy her a drink when we get to the reception. The man is at least 20 years older than us. It isn’t much of a pickup line given there are free drinks even now as we mingle before taking our seats. Yet, it seems to work. “Go have fun” she says as she catches me watching her. I sigh, I came here for her, only to find myself alone.

The church for the wedding ceremony is beautiful, but it is so crowded it’s hard to even see the stained glass windows sounding the wall. The wooden pews are freshly sealed and shiny. I try to push through the crowd to get to my seat without making a scene, but unfortunately there are too many people. I bump into or rub against person after person as I progress towards my seat. 

“Sorry, please -“ I say, beginning to request to pass once again as I bump into yet another attendee. However, I find my words cut short when I look up long enough to take him in. He’s my exact height, actually probably a bit taller given my heels. His gorgeous brown eyes hold a mysterious glimmer. I watch as his eyes meander over my body, slowly glancing down to my short heels and intently scanning back upwards towards my face. I bite the inside of my lip and smirk as I watch his walnut colored eyes return to mine. He instantly flushes crimson but tries to play it off by holding his hand out to me. 

“I’m Nathan, but you can call me Nate” he says with this alluring voice. I take my time exploring his body with my eyes, the way he did mine. He is wearing matte black dress shoes, a midnight blue suit with matte black accents and lapels, his jacket buttoned at the bottom of his torso. Under his jacket is a white dress shirt that is firmly pressed against his chest and a black tie. I gingerly bring my eyes up to his again before letting him take my hand in his palm. His flirtatious eyes sparkle as they glance at my lips before he hangs his head to kiss the back of my hand. 

“I take it you do this often?” I ask, clearing my throat and raising my eyebrow at him while shaking my head softly. “Do what?” He asks, pretending to be puzzled. I roll my eyes as I let my hand slip from his and back down to rest just above the slit in my dress. “Flirt with women at weddings” I retort, glancing around the crowded room. “Does it look like I’m talking to anyone else?” He asks, his eyes quickly taking in my mother’s necklace. “That’s not what I asked” I point out, placing my left palm against my hip as I adjust my stance. 

“Hmm, well no. I don’t normally even attend weddings. After all I don’t really see the point in such a charade” he says, grabbing two glasses of champagne from the waiter walking around trying to keep people calm as we wait to be told to take our seats. “Charade?” I ask, accepting one of the champagne glasses from Nate. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you. I’m not sure your relationship with the couple. It’s just I don’t see the point in marriage, it requires one to rely on another person so strongly and trust that they won’t abandon them or the relationship. In my experience, I don’t see that being common in families or relationships so I fail to see why marriage would change that” he says, throwing back his champagne. “I can understand that perfectly. It definitely makes it harder when your trust and emotions are wrapped up in someone else’s presence in your life” I agree, sipping on my drink as I feel the weight of my mother’s golden necklace weigh down on my neck as if hearing our conversation. 

I sense Nate’s eyes examining said necklace as though he knew the connection it has to my statement. Not caring to talk about my mother or her necklace, I finish my champagne in one gulp. “Well, it was nice to meet you, but I should get to my seat” I say, handing him the glass and stepping to his left to pass. “Wait!” He says, turning and delicately grasping my wrist. I don’t turn around but instead turn my neck over my shoulder to look at him. He is biting his lip and staring at me. “Yes?” I ask, turning my body a bit more towards him. “You never told me your name” Nate answers. 

I nod twice, “Y/N”. He smiles wide enough to show his snowy white teeth. I can’t help but smile back. He opens his mouth appearing to want to say something before he quickly raises his hand to scratch his right inner ear and sighs. “Well, I’ll see you around” I say, not sure what more there is to do and begin to walk to my seat. “I know… I know” I hear Nate mumble softly. “I couldn’t quite make that out. What was that?” I ask, turning around as he interrupts my approach yet again. 

“Oh, uh.. I was just talking to myself about how I shouldn’t let you sit by yourself. Especially when you don’t care for weddings either” he says, striding closer. Not fully believing him, I anxiously take hold of my mother’s necklace and run my finger absentmindedly over the intricate carvings along the arrow charm. She never told me where she got it, always saying I was too young to hear the story, but I know it was her favorite necklace. 

When she went on another work trip to some other country, she decided I was old enough to keep it safe until she returned. Granted I still wasn’t old enough to be told anything about the necklace, but at least she had begun to trust me with it. She had placed it cautiously around my neck when we said our goodbyes 7 years ago. That was the last time I saw or heard from her, or even about her until her coworker showed up and told me she died on the work trip. Once again, I was not told anything more about what happened, where the trip was, or even what it is my mom does for work. 

“Umm thank you, but I’m actually sitting wi-“ I begin as I come back to my senses and face y/f/n but she has her eyes locked on me and is signaling behind Nate’s back to sit with him. “Actually, sure” I say, rubbing the engravings once more before letting go of the necklace and letting it lay against my chest once again. He smiles and holds his hand out for me. I feel my cheeks flush and politely accept his direction and assistance even though I don’t need it. 

“See, told you” Nate snickers, his arm draped over my shoulder as he points to the aisle next to me. Just as he predicted, the bridesmaids are wearing horrendously vibrant pink dresses with cheap chunky jewels and sequins. I bite my lip to not laugh loudly, instead letting a small giggle escape. I turn to face him and we hold eye contact for awhile as he smiles at me, his arm still behind my neck. 

“Woah she looks beautiful!” I hear the young girl on the other side of me say just as the music changes to a different song and the bride enters the room. “She’s not the only one” Nate whispers, dragging his hand a bit back towards him but still on me; just more center on the back of my neck this time. I smirk “you really shouldn’t hype yourself up like that ya know. Girls like confidence but that’s just cocky” I joke. His eyes widen before realizing I’m joking. He laughs and shakes his head, “I was talking about you”. I feel his fingers dance over the back of my neck playfully but his gaze never leaves mine. 

Nate looks down at his lap as his free hand goes back up to his right ear again, “I can’t do this” he says quietly. “I know, we already discussed that” I tease. “What?!” He asks, his head instantly raising to look at me. “Getting married, we already said how neither of us understands the point of it. That is what you’re talking about right?” I ask in a hushed tone as the ceremony progresses before us. “Oh, yeah, right” he laughs timidly. “Well, relax Nate, it isn’t like anyone here is forced to go home with someone other than him” I say, pointing to y/f/e. He remains silent so I glance over at him and see him smirking as he watched me closely, “forced, no”. 

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“He’s cute, who is he?!” Y/f/n asks gleefully as she sips on the drink the man she snuck away from bought her. “His name is Nate” I laugh, not divulging any more information.  She winks, “are you thinking of going home with him?”. I play coy and shrug, knowing she’ll cause a scene if I outright tell her I’m tempted. “Well, better go get cozy again” she says, tipping her glass in his direction. 

I finish my champagne as I round the buffet tables, headed towards the hall where Nate is leaning up against a wall. Setting my glass down on the table nearest to me, I take a deep breath and touch my necklace for good luck. “You don’t get it Sully! It isn’t that I logistically can’t do it. It is that I don’t want to, it clearly means something to her. Plus, she m-“ Nate says, and only now do I notice the phone in his hand. I pause behind him, as I am not wanting to interrupt and also out of curiosity. 

“I know, but we need to figure something else out, I’m not pick pocketing Y/N’s necklace Sully. I won’t do it” Nate says angrily. I feel a tightness in my chest and take a shaky breath as I clutch my mother’s arrow charm even tighter in my left hand. Nate seems to hear me as he quickly turns around and gives me a remorseful look. I clench my teeth and use my empty hand to smack his irritatingly enchanting face. “Fuck you Nate” I say, spinning on my heels so fast I’m surprised I don’t fall. However, the anger and betrayal I feel keeps me upright as I stalk out of the hall and back into the reception center. 

Y/f/n is still chatting with the guy from before. I guess I need to just wait it out. However, the pain in my chest won’t leave and tears begin to form at the idea of something happening to the last piece of my mother I have left. When she died, her coworker scavenged the apartment and took most of the things from her locked office. Whereas the social workers who picked me up refused to let me take anything more than a weeks worth of clothes from my bedroom. I found out later that week that the bank took possession of the house thereafter and sold everything. This unique yet unimportant necklace is all I have left of her, and Nate, some random man I met at a random person’s wedding hit on me and was kind just to steal it?! Anger and more sadness bubbles up inside of me and I decide I need to do something about it. 

I stomp over to the bar and quickly ask for the strongest drink they have. The man behind the bar nods and promptly starts to make the drink. “You’re not even going to check her ID?” I hear a firm, yet somehow annoyingly warm voice asks. My brain instantly connects the voice to the man; Nate. I refuse to turn around and acknowledge his presence. The bartender glances up, “are you under 21?” He asks me. “No, ignore him” I groan, reaching into my clutch to pull out my ID. “Says she’s over 21” the bartender says, handing it back. 

“You don’t think she’d have a fake ID? Rookie mistake. Don’t lose your license over her wanting to prematurely drink” Nate says, placing his hand on my lower back in an attempt to lead me away from the bar. The bartender gives me a look that tells me Nate won. I glare at Nate and pick up the pace to get away from him. “Y/N, wait, please “ he calls out after me. 

“What the hell was that?!” I ask pointing aggressively towards the bar. Nate shrugs, “he doesn’t make it right anyways, it wouldn’t have tasted good”. I narrow my eyes at him even more, “that wasn’t the point! I don’t care what it tastes like”. He sighs, “because the intent was to get intoxicated”. I give him a look that causes him to straighten his back more, “you’re the reason behind that and yet you ruined that too”. Nate frowns, “I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you, but can’t we just talk about this? I can explain-“. 

“Explain?! Fine Nate, explain to me why you thought I wouldn’t be hurt by you attempting to steal my mother’s necklace from me. The one thing I have left of the dead woman I used to rely on 7 years ago!” I scream. Nate’s eyes widen and his expression looks even more ashamed and remorseful than he did in the hall when I caught him. Before he can attempt to respond, I’m speaking again, “Explain why is this random necklace so important that you would go through the whole charade this evening!?” 

This time, Nate responds before I can continue yelling at him, “charade?!”. “Yes Nate, the charade of you acting like you were interested in me, like you wanted to get to know me, and like you gave a damn about me!” I glare, really resenting not being able to have had a drink before this. “Y/N, that wasn’t a damn charade!” He argues, reaching out to grab my hand. I step back, still glaring at him. If I keep this up, I’m definitely going to have a headache tomorrow from the tension above my eyes. He sighs and closes his eyes. “No?! You really expect me to believe it wasn’t a ploy to get my necklace?!” I argue. His eyes quickly open and he meets my eyes. 

“If you recall, you bumped into me! I didn’t even notice you had the collier reine des flèches until after I was enthralled by you” Nate says, refusing to break eye contact. I open my mouth to object but he continues. “Look Y/N, I get it, I do. I didn’t know what the collier reine des flèches meant to you. But even before that I stopped even considering trying to take it because I knew it was wrong and I couldn’t do that to you. And I promise I’m not going to change my mind on that, regardless on if you forgive me or not” he rambles on. 

“What is that?” I ask, noticing he’s mentioned it twice. “What is what?” He asks, seemingly surprised that that is what I focused on from his statement. “The French sounding thing you said” I say, relaxing my eyes. “You knew it was French but not what it means?” He asks intrigued. “My mom taught me clue to pick up on what language someone is speaking even without an accent. Now your turn” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. 

He laughs softly and nods, “It is the name of that there necklace” he says, pointing at my mother’s gold necklace and intricate arrow charm dangling off of it. I try to think if there are any words in the name that sound familiar. I learned a little French since my mom was always speaking it in her office. But, I never knew enough to understand full sentences nor learn what she was talking about. “It’s rough translation is ‘queen of arrows necklace’. It dates back centuries and used to belong, as its name suggests, to Queen Marceline Kybele” Nate explains after noticing my confusion. 

“How do you know all of this?” I ask, cautious of his motivations still. He may have decided not to take it earlier but this could be another ploy to get me to lower my guard. “I guess you could say I am a treasure hunter and the collier reine des flèches is a crucial relic said to unlock the path to Queen Kybele’s hidden gem chest” he says slowly. “Why is she called the queen of arrows if her chest is full of gems?” I ask aloud before I can stop myself. Nate smirks a bit before smiling, “her army only ever used arrows to defend the kingdom and the shovels her gem seekers used to dig up said gems were shaped as arrows both in regards to the blade, which was a downwards arrow, and the handle which was a dull upwards facing arrow”. 

While I get the sense Nate is saying all of this to show off, I can’t help but be intrigued. I never knew exactly what my mom did, but I knew it had to do with artifacts from other countries; hence the language lessons. “Why would my mom have this?” I question, asking my more important question this time. “Why, I’m not sure. How, has an easier answer” Nate says. I raise my eyebrow, “are you suggesting she stole it?”. “Y/N, I wish I could tell you no, but from now on I’m not going to lie or hide anything from you” he says kindly. 

I’m still hesitant to trust him but something in his eyes is so assuring. Regardless of whether I can trust him or not, I need to try and understand as much as I can about the necklace and my mother. It seems he may know more about her than I do. “And that means it is okay to steal it back?” I ask, taking a seat at one of the decorated tables surrounding the ballroom floor. 

“It was an excuse I gave myself. You’re telling me you’ve never done something just to get by?” Nate asks, sitting next to me. “I’m not saying that in the slightest,” this causes Nate to smirk, “I’ve done plenty I didn’t care for in order to keep a roof over my head and feed myself after I aged out of the system”. Nate’s hands stop tapping the table as he watches me even more scrutinizingly. “You were in the system?” He asks. I nod, “and don’t you dare give me that look of pity everyone gives when they find out”. He shakes his head with a chuckle, “no, I get it. I was too, so no pity from me”. I give him a nod, “okay, good, no pity. I’m still trying to decide if I like you or not, the last thing I need is you feeling sorry for me”.

“I can’t believe it” I say, pushing my chair back from the table by extending my arms and sliding back. “Y/N,” Nate says, standing up. “No.. I… I’m not mad at you. Well, still irritated, but after all of this” I say, waving my hand around in the air as if one could point to the long conversation we just had. “I’m not mad and I’m starting to trust you. Well, at least what you say. I just…. I can’t… you know more about my mom than I do or ever did” I say shaking my head to myself. “Hey, come here” he says, inching closer and taking me into a hug, “I’m sure that’s not true”.

“Nate?” I ask, stepping out of his arms as the song ends and I notice hardly anyone else was dancing. It was Nate’s suggestion to take my mind off my mom. “Yes?” He inquires, squeezing my hand. “How did you know the necklace would be here?” I ask. “Oh, Sully got a tip from someone who mentioned it would likely be present tonight. Granted, we didn’t know it would be on someone, and if it was we’d assumed it would’ve been the bride” he says, softly tugging on my hand to bring me closer to him again. 

I smile as I rest my head on his shoulder as his hands adjust until one is holding mine and the other is around my lower back. I drape my my free arm under his and rest the palm of my hand on his shoulder as we sway back and forth. “Are you feeling any better?” He asks quietly and I can feel his breath against my exposed neck. “A little” I say, smirking as I press my face further into his shoulder. He chuckles lightly before I feel his lips press against my bare shoulder, “good”.

“The newlyweds want to remind everyone to sign the guest book in the back corner of the room” the DJ says, ending the peace I found with Nate. My attention is brought back to my surroundings as I lift my head off his shoulder and loosen my grip on him. “You’re wanting to sign the book?” Nate asks surprised. “No.. I just….” I mutter, trying to compose my thoughts on the task at hand and not on Nate or funny and optimistic he is. 

You’d think a man cynical of marriage to be pessimistic, but he’s not. Nathan tried his best to be optimistic for me when it came to my mom and the mysteries that suddenly seem to surround my life now. He is also endearing and charming, going so far as to assure me that he’d help me find the answers to all those mysteries and questions I now have. 

“Y/N?” Nate asks, stroking my face tenderly. I snap out of my distracting thoughts only to look up at his equally if not more distractingly handsome features. “What seems to be on your mind presently?” he asks, “maybe I can help”. “Do you know who the tip came from?” I ask, glancing across the hotel ballroom we’re in at my only suspect. 

I feel guilt rise in me as I even consider the possibility it could be her, but no one else knew I had this necklace or paid any mind to it if they did. “Ummm… one sec” Nate says, fishing in his jacket pocket for his phone. “Ahh here it is, someone named y/f/n” he says, “and here is their photo” he adds holding up his phone. Upon hearing his confirmation and seeing her face on his screen, the guilt I felt immediately dissipates and turns into anger instead. “I’m going to kill her” I growl, stepping back from Nathan. 

“Y/N, you know her?” He asks and before I can tell him how stupid I think that question is, I remember he didn’t know the necklace would be on anyone, just that it would be in the building. Meaning he had no way of knowing the tip would be someone I’d know. When I don’t respond Nate follows my gaze as I stare across the room in fumes at her betrayal. Nathan didn’t know what the necklace meant to me, and even before then he changed his mind and didn’t actually take it. Y/f/n on the other hand knew full well the value I placed on the necklace and willingly went behind my back. “Oh shit” Nate mumbles, grabbing my hand, “come on, let’s just go”. 

I shake my head, staring over at her even as I feel Nate’s eyes focused on me and his breath against my skin. “I have something I need to do” I say, slipping my hand from his and heading towards y/f/n. “Y/n/n, you know you can’t actually kill her right?” Nate asks, speed walking to keep up with my prowl. “I know” I respond sharply, irritated he’s trying to limit what I’m doing once again. I may not have actually been on my way to kill her, but between the drinks and this, it’s getting frustrating. “I’m just trying to make sure because I care about you and don’t want you to make a rash decision you’ll regret” he says, slipping his hand into mine as he catches up. His words cause me to slow but not stop. I nod in appreciation as we finally close in on y/f/n. 

“Nate, how have you been?” the older man from earlier asks as he and y/f/n take notice of our arrival. My eyes quickly dash over to Nate who just squeezes my hand while glaring at the older man. “Nate? Who is this?” I ask, trying to trust the Nate I feel I’ve come to know, but the intensity of the situation makes it difficult. “Y/N, meet Sully” he says, his eyes never leaving Sully. Nate told me about his business/treasure hunting partner -Sully- during our conversation earlier this evening. “It’s a pleasure Y/N” Sully says, holding his hand out towards me. Nate tugs on my hand but after everything Nate told me, I already know better than to trust Sully. “That’s a beautiful necklace you have there” Sully says. 

Nate tugs backwards on my hand again before dropping it and standing slightly in front of me. Shielding me, and the necklace, from Sully. “Nate, it’s fine, I’m just admiring it” Sully says, looking between the two of us; likely trying to figure out if I know what he and Nate had planned. “Sully, stop. You need to leave her alone. I’m serious. Plus, she already-“ Nate protests, inching over to cover more of me. 

“No Nate, like Sully said, it’s fine” I say, placing my hand on Nate’s back in between his shoulder blades. Nate gives me a sideways glance, confused and silently pleading for me to step back. Ignoring him and feeling all of my emotions from today rise up, I remove my hand from his back and reach behind my neck. “Y/N, what are you-“ Nate questions, reaching for my hand. 

I unclasp my mother’s necklace and ball it up into the palm of my hand, feeling the point of the arrow pierce my skin. “This clearly means more to you guys than it does to me. I couldn’t care less about the damn thing anymore. I’m tired of the secrecy and lies that have been plaguing my life longer than I even could have imagined. So here, do with it as you please. It, “ I say, grabbing Sully’s hand and dropping the necklace into it. “And you,” I add, facing y/f/n “are both dead to me. Enjoy” I say, walking off. 

I take yet another shaky breath this evening as I slip out onto the terrace. Part of me feels missing and empty without the necklace, but part of me feels relieved. It was the last thing I had of my mother, but it also was the thing that caused so much insanity and lies; even from my mother. I decide to settle on the belief it is better off with Sully, and Nate, should he choose to return to their original plan to use it to find the gems. 

I let my eyes lazily wander across the landscape before me. The dark sky being lit up only through the lights of the party and the stars in the sky. It is oddly calming and certainly romantic, I can see why they chose this venue. I cross my arms and lean forward to rest them on the terrace railing. “You really should be careful doing that” I hear Nate’s voice call out. He says it in a whisper, but it is so silent out here that it sounds normal. “And you, should really stop trying to make decisions for me” I respond, leaning against the railing more in retaliation. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s clear you are capable of taking care of yourself. As I said earlier, I care for you. Which means I don’t want to see you get hurt, even through your own choices” Nate states, standing next to me. I nod as I stare into the twinkled abyss before us. “But, I realize I need to step back a bit and let you make your own decisions” he says, handing me a drink. I glance over at him and thank him as I take notice of the champagne. 

“It was truly the best option they had left” he says as I take the glass from him. I laugh and smile at him before sipping on my drink. “Unless you want my beer” he offers, holding it out to me. “I’m good, thanks” I say, scooting closer to him. “I hope you don’t mind me doing this one last thing” he says as he sets his beer down on the patio table. Before I can turn to face him, he is behind me with his arms over my shoulders as he grabs something from his left hand with his right as they connect above my chest. I can feel his breath warming up my neck as his fingers slowly pull in their respective directions and around to the back of my neck. 

The dark makes it impossible to see, but the weight and feeling is so similar I know in an instant it is my mother’s necklace he is holding. “Nate?” I ask barely audibly as I reach up with my free hand to rub the carvings. “Hmmm?” he asks as his fingers and breath tickle the back of my neck while he fastens the clasp. “What’re you doing?” I ask, shocked to have the necklace back, let alone from Nate. “Returning it to where it belongs” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to the backside of my neck. 

I feel my breath catch in my throat as I turn to face him. I quickly place my drink down next to his. Presumably with tears in my eyes, I smile at him and wrap my arms around his neck. “What happened to finding the gems?” I ask curiously. He gives me a smile, the left of his lips curling upwards more than the right, “some things are more important”. I mentally thank the universe for it being so dark out here as I’m sure my cheeks are neon red. 

I lean forwards and connect my lips with his, causing Nate to smile as he kisses me back. “Thank you. I’m sorry about your adventure though” I admit. He shakes his head and wraps his arms around the small of my back, “this one seems better. Besides, we could always look for it together”. I hum, drawing shapes on his back with my finger, “you know you could have just kept the necklace and then you wouldn’t need me to go with you”. 

“I realize. But you seemed really interested in the history of it, most people zone out when I ramble like that” he laughs, moving one hand up to trace my jawline. “Besides, if I’m stuck looking for Queen Kybele’s treasure with Sully, I’d like you to keep me company” he says, and I swear despite the darkness he is blushing. I smile and pull him in for another kiss. 

Nate uses his arm on my lower back to pull me to him as his tongue dances over my bottom lip. I open my mouth enough to let it enter as I raise my hands to his hair. He moans as I softly tug on the back of his head. I smirk and remove my mouth from his before lowering my lips to his neck. He instinctively holds me even tighter as he backs up into the brick wall behind him. I have just begun to place teasing kisses on his neck when he abruptly pulls back to create distance. 

“Nate?” I ask, my hand trailing down his chest. He takes a deep breath and stares deeply into my eyes, “is this just because of everything that happened tonight?”. I shake my head no. “It doesn’t have anything to do with you mom or y/f/n or how much you’ve had to drink?” He checks, holding my hand. Once again I shake my head no, smiling at how sweet and considerate he’s being. I elect to ignore the fact that I have hardly had anything to drink; in part thanks to him. 

“Okay, so you’re not just in need of a distraction? Because you don’t have to do this,” he says softly. “I’m sure Nate. But if you don’t want me to-“ I begin, but he cuts me off “no! I want you to, I want us to, I just want to make sure there aren’t any issues with why you changed your mind” he responds. “Who said I changed my mind? Last I recall, I said I was trying to decide if I liked you” I tell him, my fingers hooking onto his tie as I form a grip around it. 

“And... I’ve reached my decision” I tell him, using his tie to pull his head forward until our lips meet. He smirks into the kiss and quickly swipes his tongue back over my mouth. I as open my mouth in response, I keep one hand gripped on his tie and the other moves back to his hair again. 

“So, does this mean you’d like to go with us to find Queen Kybele’s treasure” Nate asks as we part for air. “I’ll think about it, how about you show me why I should” I smirk causing the taunting glimmer in his eyes to flicker as he smiles and pulls me against his body. “Okay, but Sully isn’t joining this adventure” he laughs. “Nate!” I yell, smacking his chest playfully. 

He grabs my wrist from his chest and holds it over my head as he presses me against the wall, his lips coming down to meet mine. “You have a deal, why don’t we take this somewhere more private where I can show you” he says, his lips against my jaw. “Every” his lips move to my chin, “single” lips moving to the skin below my ear, “reason” lips on my neck. I let out a low moan as he sucks on the skin of my neck. “You have yourself a deal” I paraphrase him as I take advantage of our position to wrap my legs around his waist. 

[call-me-double-trouble]

What is DT favorite types of outfits

I'm a fashion nerd, so this answer got kinda long, so I'll put it under a cut to spare the mobile viewers.

Well, we only see DT in two different outfits: their main outfit and their Princess Prom outfit. Both tell us something about what kinds of styles DT prefers, though likely don't encompass all the styles they like.

Notice that the Princess Prom outfit is in pastels, yet their main outfit is all black (or black and dark green, if you don't see those dark green bits as black mesh). This tells me that they do like color, especially colors that compliment their skin tone. Obviously the all-black is very sleek, but they have no problem donning pastels.

One thing these two outfits have in common is that they're both tight and streamline (minus the coat in the prom outfit). Sure, their main outfit is more skintight than the prom outfit, but still, they opted for a pencil skirt rather than something full and flowy, which tells me they prefer a streamline silhouette. They also seem like the type to be confident enough to want to show off their figure, an idea further exemplified by the cutouts in their main outfit. Yes, the cutouts serve a function (letting their tail out), but they don't technically have to be that revealing to do their job, so I think DT enjoys showing a little skin and has the confidence to do so. Even more so if you interpret the dark green parts of their outfit as mesh. They know they're hot, and they're not afraid to show off, so I definitely think DT prefers something tight and revealing.

Both outfits also feature a high neckline and heels, so that's probably a recurring theme in their wardrobe.

As for accessories, they don't accessorize at all in their main outfit, which makes sense, as I don't know what limits they have as to shapeshifting clothing--it may be that they simply can't shapeshift earrings, so they don't wear them (despite all the free real estate for jewelry they're packing on those massive friggin' ears). This might not be the case, and maybe they avoid jewelry to look more gender-neutral, or maybe they just don't want it getting caught on something. Of course, they do wear earrings, a choker, and a belt at Princess Prom, though this is a formal event, so obviously they'd dress up more for it, so clearly they don't mind wearing jewelry, but they likely prefer it for more fancy occasions.

I should also mention that DT's main outfit fits very well with them being a spy. All black, sleek, nothing to get snagged or caught on anything, nothing too attention-grabbing so they can blend in with the shadows and slip by unnoticed, while also being stylish enough to show a bit of their own personal touch.

They're never seen in makeup as themselves (of course, Prince Peekablue wears some, but they were in character, so it doesn't count), which I imagine is either because they can't shapeshift makeup or they feel they don't appear as androgynous with makeup and avoid it for that reason. This is also presuming their winged lash is real (or shapeshifted) and not eyeliner, which it technically could be, I don't know. This bit is all speculation.

If Princess Prom is anything to go off of, DT likes feminine-leaning styles, though this isn't to say they never wear anything masc (as I said, we only see them in 2 outfits, so it's not much to go off of). Their main outfit feels pretty androgynous to me, and I wouldn't say it leans too heavily one way or they other. You could argue that the heels are traditionally feminine, or that the green triangles on the top make it look like they have a bit of a sweetheart neckline shape, but tbh, I still think this outfit is predominantly gender-neutral. Although we don't see them in something more masc leaning, I wouldn't rule it out (plus, they look very dashing in a button-up shirt or a suit).

So to sum it all up, I think DT's preference is for something tight, sleek, and tastefully revealing, paired with heels. Probably mostly in the androgynous range with light accessorizing, no makeup, and probably a high neckline. I can't say for certain what colors they gravitate towards, as black and lavender are on very different sides of the color wheel, so I'd just say they wear what looks good with their green skin.

They clearly have a sense of fashion and drama, so I doubt they ever wear anything too casual or too simple. They definitely seem very high-fashion, runway model--whether or not their clothing actually IS expensive, I have no idea, since they're a fictional character, but judging by the fur coat they wore to prom, I'd say they want to look expensive. They want to look like they sleep on silk sheets and roll naked in money, regardless of whether that's actually true or not.

Big THANK YOU to everyone who got to the end of all that! I know it was a lot.

[unintentional-edgelord]

Girls

GIRLS

WHO RUN THE WORLD

okay I had to but anyways, I subscribe to the theory that clubbing fashion in 24XX is kinda bonkers and there's no real precedent for what should be worn out dancing, so have a Pandora and Aile on a night out!

Gel pens ran a bit, and I haven't quite mastered the art of shading skin/adding makeup yet, but hey, practice!

Put a fair bit of thoughts into their outfits, so read more below.

Aile's top is that retro glo-mesh stuff and she's got gold lipstick to match, plus a silk shirt/necktie over the top and white, flowing linen pants. I also think she'd be pretty subtle with her makeup and go with a bit of navy eyeliner to make the green and gold of her eyes pop! She's got a bit more of an androgynous style than the other ladies, and her and Vent frequently swap bits and pieces from their wardrobes. However she always looks well put together!

As for Pandora, the dress I've painted her in was originally spawned from this clubbing outfit. It's made of a lovely, shimmery silky material, goes down to about the knees, and that gauze over the top is supposed to be green/purple, almost like the Northern Lights. Her heels would be a similar colour, probably winding up just past her ankles. Basically I subscribe to the idea that Pandora would be the epitome of high fashion and elegance outside of being the Witch, and that's reflected in her choice of simple accessories. Would also love to do a sketch focusing solely on her makeup; ice-blue eyeliner and glittering eyeshadow plus rhinestones underneath a la Euphoria. My pen ran whilst doing her lipstick unfortunately, but she'd definitely go for a classy, shimmery matte lip that doesn't come off.

anyways, can you tell I really like outfit design?

[monster-lili]

I really love the Haunt Couture line, it’s awesome to see well done dolls of the ghouls, never thought this would happen after 2016. Wrote down my thoughts of them, it got a bit long so I’m putting it behind the keep reading thingy!

My fave is Draculaura, I think she is perfect. The beret is adorable, her face-up is gorgeous, the wavy hair is super pretty too! I’m a bit sad they didn’t already give us a close up of her accessories, I wanna see the earrings up close. The necklace is very similar to the necklace she has on her first wave artwork, which is so cool! I love the dress with the puffy shoulders, the pink overshirt (or idk what it is), the longs sleeves with the white puffy top, the skirt and the belts!!! The belts are super cute (it may be only one belt, but I can’t tell without a close up), I love the pink shiny-chrome accessories! The stockings with the ruffles at the bottom and THE SHOES!!!! I love that the hearts are painted on the shoes! The bag and cape are adorable as well!

I think she couldn’t be more perfect, they did an amazing job at keeping the main points of her style but making it new and fresh!

My second favourite is Frankie and tbh at first she was my least favourite. I didn’t disklike her, but she was the one I liked the least out of the three, maybe because at first her eyes looked unusually big, but after looking at the close ups, I’m absolutely in love with her! And the hair length!!!!!!! Sooo pretty and I love how the kinda kept her old hairstyle but changed it up only a little! I love the pins in her hair (one of them says high voltage, idk what the other one is) and her signature earrings with bolts on the top are really cute. I really like the dress, the bomber jacket doesn’t even look like bomber jacket on her, they did a good job of making her dress look cute and girly even with a sporty bomber jacket. The silver harness is so fierce and fits Frankie so well! The belt and skirt are adorable as well and I love how she has a bunch bracelets on. The shoes are really nice too, I love the heel part and their length. I was worried about her backpack when it first leaked but it goes together well with her outfit and makeup, especially her lipstick.

She’s my favourite character so I’m overjoyed to see her again and even tho this is a completely new design, they did a great job with keeping her Frankie, but making her more up-to-date at the same time.

My least favourite is Clawdeen, but I think she is super pretty as well! What made her the 3rd for me was this picture, showing her without the coat on. She looks much-much better with the fur coat on, but without it I find her outfit basic. I didn’t see too many people talking about her face-up, but I absolutely adore it, especially her eyes. I think the ears are in the head sculpt and not a headband, hopefully we’ll see closer pictures soon. The light pink in her hair is a bit weird to me, it’s just unusual. The crop top with the long necklaces is cute and the bracelet and knuckle rings (like in her School’s Out look!) look really cool. My fave part of the outfit is her skirt, I love the length and how glossy it is! The shoes and black, lacey socks are simple, but go well with the whole outfit. The fur coat looks awesome on her and love how it has an inside lining. The purse is really cute and I love how it looks like her og jacket!!!!

Just because she is my least fave it doesn’t mean I don’t like, I just think she looks much better with the fur coat on, it ties the look together.

Overall, I love them so so much, I can’t wait to see up close pictures of Draculaura and Clawdeen!

Now.....the pricing. 75$ (plus 15$ to Europe, plus VAT)

I definitely think they shouldn’t be this expensive, I was thinking 60$ at most. They are just a *bit* more detailed than 2010-2013 MH dolls, which retailed around 25-35$. Mattel obviously knows they’re gonna sell out, so they said why not make as much money as we can? It sucks, especially when Collector’s edition tall Draculaura was 50$ back in 2015.

I wonder how the dolls that are going to be in stores going to look like, as if this quality is 75$, then what are we gonna get for 25-30$? I really hope they won’t be cheap looking, tbh I would expect them to have similar quality and accessories because that’s how it was back in the days and they’re not gonna be around for long if they ask 25$ for cheap, basic looking dolls when LOL OMG and Rainbow High (Shadow High coming too and the mermaid doll line being out now too) are on the shelves around the same price, with several outfits and very detailed looks!

I don’t think I’m gonna get any of the dolls as 90$ (without VAT) is a lot, even if I can afford it. I’m waiting for the first wave repros that are gonna be in stores internationally (allegedly).

[beskarberry]

Devil’s Advocate

Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 5

(The Mandalorian x f!reader)

“That your girl over there?” Mando followed their gaze wordlessly, reluctant to make friends right now while he was busy waiting for you to call him back to your side. “Thought so.” The stranger took a long drag on an inhalant, blowing vibrant pink clouds into the smoky room. “Sorry for your loss, Elios always gets what he wants.” Mando turned again to the stranger, fixing them with his black hole glare, but they only shrugged; watching the drinking game unfold between you and the devil himself.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 11.2k whoops

Content warnings: VICES: gambling/smoking/drinking (reader drinks) Introduction of chapter-specific OC characters. Lots of angst to fluff, sexy times of course.

A/N: This might be more self indulgent than the first chapters but not because of the smut. I kinda go off about fancy clothes so long descriptions of costumes are a big chunk of this chapter.

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You hated everything about Canto Bight.

Everything about the city was so... artificial. The stadium flood lights, the glowing neon signs, even the ocean herself had been excavated from the planet’s stubborn sandstone surface instead of eroded naturally by the march of time. To you it was like looking at Corellia’s gold painted twin, a monument to the hubris of all sentient life.

 Even the patrons of the gilded city were fake; their clothes, their makeup, their personalities. Every aspect of them was perfectly curated to deceive and lie, whatever fanciful display would work best to cheat their way to the jackpot. You almost wished you could look past the falseness of it, experience the visual fanfare of light and color that reflected on every surface. You wanted the music and the art and the decor that had been so carefully picked and placed to mean something to you, to sparkle in your heart just as it sparkled in the eyes of the teeming masses. But, all for naught, the gleaming metropolis stung your eyes; and you turned away from it to admire the quaint little space that actually mattered to you.

 You shared the tight quarters of the cockpit with the two strange boys that had recently whisked you away to the stars. Mando was seated in the pilot's chair with his tiny green son perched in his lap, trying to get him to eat his dinner without making so much of a mess. You had already eaten, and you were turning the last hunter’s puck over in your hand, reluctant to get this chase started and take away from the familial scene beside you. It would have to happen sooner or later, and you gave the puck a squeeze to fire up the projector. A ghostly blue fog glowed up into the space above your palm, and the face that looked back at you was surprisingly fair; if not for his crimson skin and long black horns you wouldn’t have known he was Devaronian by his elegant features alone.

 Elios Blackwater was a dapper debonair, his high cheekbones angled sharply under devious eyes towards a sly, sharp toothed grin. The puck notes didn’t specify what he was wanted for, though from the looks of his charming smile and shifting eyes it could easily be anything from a gamblers quarrel to breaking hearts, with a higher reward for being returned alive rather than dead. He would most likely be in a heavily inhabited area, probably as close to Canto Bight’s aurelian heart as possible. You didn’t know why Mando had taken a bounty puck for such a densely populated world, and you would have loved to know what his plan was to get to the city’s casino center before you had arrived in his life. A pair of ragamuffin bounty hunters and their floating baby bucket would stick out like sore thumbs in this gilded mecca of gamblers. If you were going to get to your quarry without being arrested, you were going to have to blend in.

 “We’re going to have to do something about...this.” You said, waving your hand in front of your partner’s ferocious attire, though truthfully you weren’t dressed any more appropriately for the mission at hand. “They’ll see us coming a mile away.”

 He glanced down at himself with a tilt of his helmet, ignoring the mess his son was making of his meal. “What do you have in mind?”

 You weren’t entirely sure yet. From where the Crest was parked you could see the glittering city’s reflection sparkling on the water far ahead of you down the beach, a sight most would find alluring, but to you it was just harsh glare. Nearby where you had landed were other space craft parked up and down the gravelly, machine-carved beach; the pleasure cruisers of wealthy betters made your little scrapheap look even worse than it already did. You watched out the cockpit’s transperisteel window, noting the movement of patrons and their attending droids loading skiffs with piles of luggage, and got yourself a mighty fine idea.

"I think so, but you're probably not going to like it. Stay here." You rose from your seat and kissed the baby on the head, earning yourself a soft, mush-mouthed chirp before you slid down the ladder and let yourself out of the old rust bucket and into the salty sea air of the Cantonican night. Gravel crunched under your boots, and you took a moment to turn and glance back at the Crest, catching the faintest flicker of scope glare where Mando was nervously watching you from the flight deck. Ahead of you a large cruiser was being unloaded by droids, the owners having long since made their way to the casinos, and you made yourself known to the robotic servants with your most charming damsel-in-distress voice.

"Hello! Excuse me! My luggage is too heavy to carry, can you help me? It's just over here on my ship..." The droid nearest you made a stiff bowing motion and tottered after you with the loaded hoverskiff floating along behind. You guided the droid up the open ramp and into the bowels of the ship to where your difficult luggage lay. It never stood a chance, bits of wire and duraplast flew across the cabin like confetti from the blaster shot to its head. Mando lowered his gun back to his holster, freeing his hands to help you haul the skiff into the narrow cabin space, then quickly close the ramp behind you.

The sled took up most of the walking space in the ship, so you got up on top of it and began looting through the stolen designer bags, pulling resplendent finery out into the hazy light. The first tote was full of piles of silk sewn for something with more arms than the two of you put together, so most of those items were tossed to the floor. The second bag was just capes, each a unique and lovely pattern, but nothing more. You demolished the remaining bags, making piles on the floor for ‘maybes’ and ‘definitely-nots’ until you found what you were looking for: a humanoid woman’s clothes.

Most of the unknown lady’s elegant garments would be just slightly too big on you, but you were able to settle on a soft, garnet colored evening gown that would go just above your knees, with extra length in the back. It had a sloping neckline that plunged at your cleavage, and around the bell of the skirt were silver rhinestones that caught the light of the cabin like dewdrops, the weight of them giving the dress a wistful sway. You wouldn't be able to carry much in such a revealing article, but a blaster and a knife alone had gotten you out of more trouble than you would care to admit.

You were fishing through the feminine things for something to do about your hair when you caught Mando in the corner of your eye. He was leaning against the hull wall, just watching you as you made a fat mess of the Razor's interior. You smiled down at him from your floating perch and held up the fanciful garment that you had picked out for him to see. "You like it?"

"It doesn't suit you, mesh’la." He said with a lazy tilt of his helmet. You had begun to mentally keep track of all the Mando’a he used around you, and you were starting to notice his frequent use of affectionates. You spun slightly so he could get a good look at how the fabric moved in the light, but the hunter gear you currently had on took away from the loveliness of the expensive clothes. You guessed he preferred your killer garb anyway over the flimsy, delicate fabric. Or nothing at all.

"Well, it’ll have to do, and if you don't start picking something out for yourself I’m going to dress you up like a dandy.”

He sighed, long and tired before turning his attention to the silken pile on the floor. You went back to the luggage, finding some knee high boots that were close enough to your size, but had a heel height that was going to make your ankles cry. You picked out some tasteless accessories: some bracelets, and big, jewel-encrusted hair pins to wear as well. The glitzier that you were, the less you would be noticed in this bass-ackward town. When you had made your frivolous selections you hopped off the skiff to help Mando with his costume. He was worse at finding something to wear than you were, having only picked out some of his own black leather gloves and two pairs of pants that were not made for human legs. Mandalorian armor did not come off as far as your metal man was concerned, and you were going to have to find a way to hide his bulk. You convinced him to lose his cloak, chest belts, and the bandoliers on his hips and boots, anything to lighten the load. Loose silks and stiff fiber combos would be your best friend, and you cobbled together what you could for your beskar-burdened buddy.

After what seemed like an eternity you had him dressed to the nines, or at least the eights. You had covered his chest plate in a black silk shirt and stiff black vest. The shirt had wide bottomed sleeves and neat, tight cuffs that hid his vambraces well, but you still made him wear a cinched-waist blazer plus a long, black and silver cape that almost reached the floor. You found a dark red pocket square that matched your dress and tucked it into the pocket of his vest, a subtle, but unmistakable announcement to the world that he was there with you. It was a ridiculous amount of fabric on top of an already massive mountain of metal, but the look was very in-style for Canto Bight. All together he actually passed for something besides a murder machine, and you gave yourself a mental pat on the back for a job well done. Mando held still for you while you fussed with his outfit with only the occasional huff. As much as he didn't like the idea of walking so boldly through the gilded city, he did enjoy your brazen touch each time you added another article of clothing.

“And now for the finishing touch.” There was nothing you could do about his helmet, so you were just going to have to make it look as nice as you could. You hadn’t changed into your chosen disguise yet, so you strode through the messy cabin with ease until you reached the lock box next to the cot. Inside you found the krayt’s teeth that you had gifted him and pulled them out into the light, waving them at him as you stretched over the heaps of fabric on the ground. He raised his hands in protest.

“What if I lose them?”

“You can wear these or you can wear whatever the hell this is.” You held up an enormous chain of jewels that looked like it belonged in the treasure case at an arcade instead of around somebody's neck. “Besides, I know you won't lose them, you like them too much.” He tilted his helmet at you with disdain, and you realized that was precisely the reason he didn’t want to wear them, such lovely gifts should be kept safe and secure. But he let you press the precious trinkets into the recess of his helmet where his human cheeks would be anyway. The frozen pools of moonlight tied everything about his sin-city look into a perfect, glittery bow. You had grown to admire the look of him in his cultural armor, the ferocity of it, the utility and strength of the beskar that shined no matter how much damage it took; and you were a bit sad to see it hidden. The look of the man standing before you had a wildly different feel, though it was not one you were opposed to.

“You look nice, Din.” The sound of his own name coming from your lips made his heart swell, and he reached out for your hand on instinct to pull your knuckles to his brow in the sweet gesture of his people that you both now used. His movements caused the finery he was masquerading in to catch the cabin’s hazy light, and you got excited to put on your own costume and join him in looking like a fool. When he let your hand fall, you bounded over to your pile, throwing the hunting clothes off of yourself as you went. When you were standing there in nothing but your Tattooinian muck boots you cast a sly glance over your shoulder. As expected, the single black eye of your Mandalorian was locked on your almost-naked form, and you realized that in the time you had been together he had never seen you fully naked; just the parts of you he needed to get to in the moment. “How’s this? You like this better?”

When he didn’t answer right away you looked down at yourself and saw what he was staring at. You had forgotten about the marks of conquest he had put there when he had been driven to a sexual frenzy by the last quarry’s poison, still dotting your thighs with dark purple splotches. Not once had you been upset with him for his actions, you were just thankful you both made it through the ordeal alive, but he still looked at the damning marks with shame. He had been forced to break his protector’s oath against his will, inflicting injury to your precious body with his own two hands. You waited until his visor made its way back up to meet your eyes, and you reached out for him to give you his hand. He sheepishly obeyed, and you brought his hand to your lips, kissing at the all-black leather slowly until you heard him sigh through his modulator. You would forgive him a hundred times if you had to, and then a hundred more if it meant he could forgive himself. You pulled his hands to your waist and leaned up against him, enjoying the feel of new clothes on your skin and letting your hands run up his silken arms. “Well you can have this,” You nodded down at your bare everything with a mischievous grin, “As soon as we catch this fucko.” 

This was the last bounty you would need before you made the trip back to Nevarro, but you were still on the fence about how completing your mission made you feel. On one hand you would be free of the Guild’s relentless hunters, but on the other your partnership with the strange metal man and his adorable beanbag of a son would come to a close. You turned back to your outfit and began cinching a pair of thigh holsters to your legs, hiding your wincing face as the leather closed around your bruises; a blaster on one leg and a knife on the other. You pulled on the dress and fixed up your hair as best you could, then stepped out of your good boots and into the slutty knee-highs. There was only one loose end to take care of.

 “Where’s baby?” You glanced around the messy cabin, looking for your foundling. In the corner under a pile of capes there was movement, and you cleared the flashy finery away to reveal your bestest little friend. Big, glittering orbs looked up at you from the pile of fabric, and a tiny toothy grin shined from his cute baby face. “Heya booger, you ready to go?” You scooped him up in your arms for a hug before picking a big shiny scarf up to wrap him up with, then placed him carefully down in one of the gaudy designer bags. “If anyone asks, he is a pet.” The child didn’t seem to care, he was just happy to be included, waving his little pudgy baby hands up at you to hold. You squeezed his tiny paw, then turned to Mando, “You ready to go, Lord Beskar?”

He glanced down at himself, tilting his palms up and shrugging. “I guess so, I feel ridiculous.”

“Good enough!” You made for the exit ramp with a big stride, and almost broke your damn ankle on the first step, falling gracelessly into the arms of your partner. He caught you with ease, and your cheeks went red with his strong, gentle hands on you again for the hundredth time. You got to your feet, but you would be leaning heavily on him for most of the night until the boots were broken in. With you hanging off of his arm the two of you looked like a proper couple, just heading out for a night on the town instead of two bloodthirsty bounty hunters on the prowl. You might let yourself pretend though, just for the night.

You took a transport speeder from the beach to the city’s entrance, then made your way through the gilded streets, following the red blink of the bounty fob towards your quarry. You had to stop multiple times, the fucking boots making your feet hurt like you knew they would. Mando stood patiently with you each time, and more than once offered to just carry you. His visor would glide from side to side, always on the alert for anyone that might be following you, or worse, hunting you down. The tracking fob led you to the most obvious choice of casino: the tallest, brightest, shiniest temple of vice smack dab in the city’s center. 

The front entryway was dominated by a roaring, gushing fountain, shooting geysers in a perfectly timed pattern high into the Cantonican night sky. The fountain was lit up with bright, multicolored spotlights so that every stream of water and drop of spray glittered back in defiance of the stars that had inspired them. Inside, the casino floor was packed with patrons, ranging in size and species in an infinite array of wealth and power. Chandeliers hung high above you from the soaring cathedral ceilings, sending sparkling lights racing around the endless room like shooting stars. Every surface was bright and gleaming, dozens of pillars and statues illuminated by blinding limelight. Even the floor was magnificent, black and white marble with huge inlaid stars, guiding gamblers through the limitless space towards their wildest desires. Again you wished you could appreciate the extravagance of it all, though the way the lights streamed like mercury over the beskar of your pretend date made something else sparkle behind your eyes. 

 The smell of inhalants and alcohol burned in your nose, and you took a moment to make sure your purse puppy’s face was covered with something so he wouldn’t have to endure it as much as you were. The sound of gamblers and music and roaring competition was louder than the screams of the hyperspace engine aboard the Crest, the cacophony of it all making you anxious. You were thankful that you weren’t hunting this bounty alone, and you still held on to Mando tightly, letting him lead you over the cosmic marble floor through the streaming masses. The people paid you no mind, moving out of the way without casting a second glance. Your costumes were working exactly as you had intended, and you applauded yourself for how well you had deceived the City of Lies.

You had guessed that if your bounty would be anywhere, it would be at the center of attention, and you were right. Elios Blackwater sat at the atrium bar, surrounded by beautiful and interesting people. The glint of gold jewelry caught the radiant casino lights every time he moved, drawing the eyes of all those around him. He was telling some kind of wild story that had his little crowd hooked on every word, though you could tell from a distance he was all bullshit. Immediately you knew this was a man that was used to having everything he desired, never being denied a single whim in all his days. A plan began to simmer in your skull, and you knew right away your partner was not going to like it. If you were going to get the quarry alone, you were going to have to persuade him to leave the company of his fans, and you only knew one sure-fire method for a man of Blackwater’s tastes. You let yourself off of your escorts’ arm to turn and face him, pulling his hands to your hips and letting your own rest on his shoulders so that to any outsiders you two would be just another pair of passionate dancers making their way through the counterfeit cosmos. 

“Mando, do you trust me?” His hidden eyes were still glancing around the room, scanning for any lurking threats.

“Of course.” His words went right over your head, his ears too full of the sounds of potential danger to really hear you. You huffed and ran your hands to his bedazzled helmet, pulling it down to meet your eyes. 

“Pay attention, bucket boy. I need to hear you say it and know that you mean it. Do you trust me?”  He cocked his head, confused that you would have to ask twice. 

“Yes, ner cyar’ika, I trust you.”

“Good.” You let your hands fall back to his armored shoulders, pressing yourself up against him tighter. Your fingers fidgeted in the heavy material of his cloak, he was going to hate this. “Because I need to do something. Alone.” 

That got his attention fast. 

“No, it’s too dangerous here. I want you where I can protect you. What if there’s hunters?”

“I know, I need you to cover me, but from a distance. I think I can convince Elios to walk right into the carbonite freezer, but I can’t do it with you looming over me.” You wrapped your hands around the back of his helmet, pulling him down so that his forehead met with yours. “I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t think it would work.” He sighed between your hands, the steam of his breath slipping out from under the helmet’s edge. There was nothing he would rather not do than be away from you, but he did trust you, and he nodded against your embrace.

“I’ll call for you as soon as I’m ready, ok? Just keep your eyes on me, and don’t cause a scene. No matter what.” You couldn’t kiss him like you wanted to, but you still pressed your lips to the side of his beskar before letting go, pulling yourself away from his tender grasp. His hands still floated in the space where you had been as you turned away from him and made your way to the bar, the heavy purse bumping against your weaponized thighs with every flint and tinder step of your sky high heels. As you got closer to the bounty you could hear the shreds of his conversation starting to make their way over the noise of the casino.

“...And I said ‘Darlin’ if you didn’t want to take it home with you, ya shouldn’t have put it in your mouth!” The way he was telling his story gave you the impression that it wasn’t one you wanted to hear, and you started to regret your foolhardy plan. Gold rings and precious jewels sparkled all the way from his fingers to the caps on his horns, making it impossible for most to look away, a fact made apparent by his captivated audience. The beautiful boozers laughed and cheered at his every word, though from his stupidass sounding story you wondered how much of the affection was alcohol induced. You pulled a seat up at the bar a few stools away from the crowd and ordered yourself a shot of spotchka and a couple packs of cookies. You slipped the snacks into your bag for Din’s foundling, you would be needing him for your plan to work as well; and the promise of treats would keep his bright-eyed attention on you. 

The taste of spotchka was vile, but you had started your journey though the galaxy on the gigantic starcruisers that were built on your homeworld of Corellia, and you had gotten to know the taste of the sailor-favorite drink at a tender age. You sipped at your brew, listening casually to the Devaronian’s conversation, but never turned your eyes to him. Every once in a while another bar patron would swagger up beside you to offer you another shot. You turned down anything you didn’t order yourself, but you started telling them fabricated stories about your life among the stars, most of which were wild tales of fancy from old holovids you had seen. You wished you could turn around and find your favorite rust bucket, wherever he may be hiding among the festivities, and give him something to reassure him. A nod or a wave, anything to let him know you weren’t just making him jealous on purpose. 

Soon you were throwing back brightly glowing shots of brew, and a handful of interested patrons had gathered around you to hear about how you had jerry-rigged a star cruiser to run on spotchka when you were a space pirate smuggling kyber crystals for the resistance, among other things. When you had your head tilted back you cast a glance towards the bounty, and saw what you had been waiting for. His hooded eyes were watching you intently, he didn’t like that someone was getting any of the attention pie that he believed was his alone, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he had to do something about it. Soon enough the dapper devil rose from his entourage, running a painted claw through his long dark hair before making his way to you, sauntering with every step.

Hook.

“Well hello there, darlin’, name’s Elios. What’s a pretty little thing like you doing chugging spotchka when you could be drinkin’ something as fine as you are?” The debonair’s words were long and slow, making sure that every drawn syllable would be heard. “Bartender! Get this lovely lady a real drink, if ya please.” You weren’t sure what counted as a ‘real drink’, but the dark liquid that was slid over to you stank even worse than spotchka with the strength of its proof. Elios couldn’t stand that someone else might be having more fun than he was, and he was determined to put you out of commission. He wanted to do it in such a way that you would be thanking him for it, preferably while on your knees. “What’s yer name, baby cakes?”

From the other side of the busy casino you could feel the void of a visor making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Mando was standing on the far side of the slot machines where the light was just a little less glaring, so motionless he might have been part of the decorations. He wasn’t sure what your plan was, or how you would talk the quarry into being captured without gaining the suspicion of the wandering security enforcers. He bristled whenever a bar patron started trying to make nice with you, and only got progressively more frustrated when more and more started hanging around you. When he saw the bounty slink his way over to you he wanted to dash across the marble floor and break his fucking neck just for being in your airspace. ‘Don’t make a scene, no matter what’ is what you had told him, and you had asked him to trust you. So he did as he was asked. Watching, waiting.

“Hmm, I don’t think you could handle it.” Oh, Elios didn’t like that one bit, nobody told Mr. Blackwater ‘no’ without consequences. He swirled a glass of the same dark liquid around in one perfectly manicured hand, his polished claws clicking on the side of the glass. You continued to ignore him, but you started on the new drink in front of you. Yucky, at least spotchka was familiar. He took your acceptance of the drink as an invitation to join you at the bar. 

“You’re awful sly, baby cakes, tell me yer name so I can make you forget it later.” His pointed teeth flashed out from his crooked smile, and you could smell the stench of expensive cologne and aftershave. You rolled your eyes big and wide so he could see just how unimpressed you were, but your nose was burning from how bad he smelled. This was a bad idea, but only because of how well it was going to work. Fresher soap, where are you?

“I’ll tell you what, if you can out-drink me, I’ll tell you my name.” His wicked smile split his face, showing off rows of brilliant white fangs. Party-boy could probably hold a few good shots, but you were raised by sailors, and you were gonna drink his ass under the table. 

“You’re on, sweet cheeks. Bartender! Another round!” Another set of shot glasses plinked to the counter, and vanished just as fast. Elios was eyeing you up and down, seeing if you were all bark and no bite. If he could just get you drunk enough…

Far from where you were drinking the Mandalorian you had asked to trust in you was furious, trying not to thumb the handle of his blaster that poked out from the side of his hip under his cloak. It would be so easy, he could hit the target from here and it would be over, you would be back by his side and not being drooled over by that fucking pathetic excuse for a man. 

“He has that effect on people.”

Mando’s helmet snapped on the sounds’ source, so lost in vicious thoughts that he didn’t hear the stranger come to lean against the wall by him. They were tall and thin, translucent green skin and a mop of hair-like cilia growing from their head to their flowy chiffon clothes. They looked exhausted. “That your girl over there?” Mando followed their gaze wordlessly, reluctant to make friends right now while he was busy waiting for you to call him back to your side. “Thought so.” The stranger took a long drag on an inhalant, blowing vibrant pink clouds into the smoky room. “Sorry for your loss, Elios always gets what he wants.” Mando turned again to the stranger, fixing them with his black hole glare, but they only shrugged; watching the drinking game unfold between you and the devil himself. 

“Another!” You hollered, but the glasses were already in front of you, then gone again. The Devaronian hissed back the sting of the high-dollar liquor, shaking his long mane that had started to come undone. You pretended to reel from the liquor's effects, leaning back just a tad too far on your seat. “Again!” The third round of shots came and went, and Elios nearly fell off his stool. Right where I want you. You waved at the bartender for the fourth and final shot that would probably put the devil right on his ass, but that’s not where you were headed with this show of tenacity. You had to get him alone before you made your capture, or the security enforcers that littered the casino floor would descend on you like vultures. 

You waited til he had thrown his drink back before you tilted yours, purposely spilling a few drops down your front so the booze would trickle down between your breasts. Elios nearly choked, and you knew you had his full, undivided attention. Din, I’m so sorry.

“Woo! I don’t think I can do any more, Mister Blackwater, you win.” you feigned, holding the back of your hand up to your forehead, trying to convince him that the room was spinning for both of you and not just him. His sultry laugh made your skin crawl.

“Please, call me Elios.”

Line.

“Well, Elios, you still wanna know my name? You’re gonna have to work for it.” You placed a hand on his leg, running your fingers up his thigh and around the edge of his waist, pulling at his pockets seductively to drive the point home. Does he have SCALES? What the fuck ew ew ew. He took the hint like a drunk takes to spotchka, flashing you a slurred smile. 

“Well… sugar lips, we can take this... elsewhere.” 

“Sure thing, Elios, lemme just have my attendant take my Poochie up to my room.” You held the heavy purse up so he could see the big black eyes hiding in its depths. 

“What the fuck is that thing?”

“He’s a pet, obviously.”

“What kind’a fuckin’ pet?”

“Purebred.” Your quick answer seemed good enough for Mr. Drinky, and he nodded like that made perfect sense. You raised your fist to the air and snapped your fingers.

The human fortress was at your side in a heartbeat, towering above the two of you. You stuffed the purse in his hands before he could ask where to point his gun. “Here, take Poochums up to my room, mama’s not coming home tonight, if y’know what I mean. Get him washed and fed, and don’t forget to scrub his feet!” 

“Yes Ma’am.” The bag was lifted carefully from your fake-drunk hands, and you tried to flash him your best ‘Please-don’t-be-mad-at-me-I-hate-this-too’ face at your partner, but you guessed the look was lost on his visor. The scene did not escape Elios’s eyes like you had hoped it would. 

“Now what in the Mmmmaker’s Mammaries is that big ass fuckin’ thing? That some kinda droid? It’s damn fancy.” Shit balls of hell.

“Uh.. Yes! This is the finest in personal assistant droid technology! See, look.” You grabbed Mando’s empty arm and pulled back sharply on the fabric, revealing the delicate button panel of his vambrace. “Only the best money could buy...” 

“I gotta get me one of those...” Elios stared bewildered as your personal petsitting droid turned and left. “Well, honey tits, you wanna take this upstairs?” Ugh.

“Oh suurrre… Oh Mr. Blackwater I’m ~soooo~ drunk ahaha…” You were barely buzzed, and you worried that your life among the stars had given your liver bigger balls than a bounty hunter. You wobbled on your stool, for phase two of your plan to work you would have to delay Elios as long as possible. You watched as the man whose heart you had stolen faded away from you, the fancy purse hooped over his shoulder and knocking up against his leg, cape billowing behind him as he went. Alright, Baby Beans, it’s up to you now!

Din was seething under his helmet, pissed as shit that this was what your elaborate ‘plan’ entailed. He was trying not to storm through the casino as he left to take your ‘Poochums’ up to your room, whatever the hell that fucking meant. How could he be so fucking stupid? This was exactly the same ruse you had tried to pull on him from day one. Seduction was your real talent, luring your lovers to their untimely demise. How many times had you pulled this stunt? Was this your master plan all along? Ouch. Play with his heart until you were free of your Guild warrant? Ow. You were just using him to get to Nevarro, then you would fuck off to the stars and leave him behind. After everything you had been through, he was just another notch on your bedp- 

“OUCH!” 

Din looked down to his side where the pain he was trying to ignore was coming from, and saw a fat green paw sticking out of the ugly expensive purse, digging vicious talons into the side of his leg. His foundling was trying to burrow through his thigh, and his claws might actually have drawn blood. “What, womp rat? What do you want?” There was something in the baby’s other hand, something golden and flashy. Din reached into the bag and pulled the embossed card from his son’s grasp. What’s this? There was a set of numbers etched in gold filigree in the top of the card, their shimmer blasting away the destructive void he had been spiraling into.

Key card! PENTHOUSE key card! You had tricked the bounty into getting close enough to you that you could pick his pocket without him noticing. You were luring Elios right into a trap, and your Mandalorian was the snare. Din felt a mix of emotion ranging from relief to shame, how could he even think for one second that you might be deceiving him? You had asked him to trust you, and he couldn’t even contain his jealousy long enough to make it through one hunt. He felt like such an ass, you were putting your skills to good use, at great risk to your own safety, just like he had asked you to from the beginning. This wasn’t just his hunt anymore, it was a joint effort between the two of you, and it was his turn to run the next leg of the relay. The heavy, silver-laced cloak was tossed to the side as he raced to the elevator, fluttering away behind him as he flew to beat you there.

Meanwhile, you were trying to keep the bounty from falling flat on his face, and the only way to do that was to hold him up yourself. His hands were all over you, the nick of sharp, neat claws catching on the fabric of your evening dress and scratching along your skin. I’m gonna break those fingers, motherfucker. He was slurring his words, making disgusting promises of what he was gonna do to you when you reached his private penthouse. You were just out of range of his boozehole, the lippy thing trying to steal a taste of you. Wobbly steps slowed you both down to almost a crawl, which was exactly what you were trying to do, anything to give Mando time to find the hotel room first. You passed a discarded cloak on the floor, the familiar silver inlay catching the light, and you worried that you might have pushed your partner too far. What if he left? What if he didn’t see the keycard and I’m heading up alone? Please be there, Din. Please don’t leave me with this fucking creep. You both reached the elevator, and Elios fumbled to find his wallet, thankfully having a spare key that he didn’t know he needed. The doors opened, and you realized you would be stuck in your own personal hell for the entire trip up to the top floor suite. Fucking super. 

Elios was getting impatient during the ride up, and it took every fiber of your being to keep from retching as his well-moisturized hands ran up and down your spine. The elevator door opened directly into the penthouse, and his perfectly manicured claws dug into your ass to usher you into the room. The top floor suite was dark, save for the lights of Canto Bight shining in through the cathedral windows. You took a mental note of the speeder parked out on the balcony, you would be needing it later. The Devaronian was at your ear, breathing hot, boozy steam around your neck until he was facing you. He went to bite at your mouth, but you stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." You whispered in your most convincing lust-laden voice. The devil chuckled and ran his slimy, forked tongue around the halting digit. Barf.

"Oh yeah, baby cakes? Why’s that?"

You batted your eyelashes and bit your lip into a wry smile before meeting his half-lidded eyes. "Because... you're going to make Daddy very angry."

His lips turned upwards in an aroused sneer, flashing his dazzling, daggerlike teeth, "How could getting a taste of that fiery little mouth’a yours make me angry, darlin’?"

Sinker.

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about him."

Elios didn't even have a chance to turn around to see where your eyes were looking before a black and silver fist broke his nose and sent his perfect teeth soaring across the room, throwing him down to the marble floor. Seeing his busted prettyboy face bleeding at your feet made you feel so relieved that a vicious shiver made its way from your head to your toes, and you let your body shake the devil’s touch off of you like a big wet bantha.

"Fuck! Oh fucking hell, Mando, you have -no idea- how hard it was to keep that up, he’s so gross! I’m gonna chuck his ass in carbonite so fucking hard his horns’ll break off!" Your partner was still squared up, just waiting for the interloper to try and get up and fight. He wanted the bounty to get up, flail, scream, any excuse to hit him again. But Blackwater was out cold, staining the white marble floor with his blood.

"You looked like you were handling it."

The deadpan tone of his voice told you that wasn't exactly a compliment, remembering the jealousy that had seethed out of him on Tatooine after that Trandoshan had tried to capture you. You had two choices: you could either try to defend yourself and your unconventional bounty catching method, or you could turn that jealousy in your favor. He didn’t remember much from his toxic encounter with the Ardennian, but you knew that every filthy, possessive thing he had said to you that night was still somewhere in that chrome dome of his; and you became determined to bring them to the light. You crossed one arm over your chest, raising the other to tap a finger against the corner of your lips.

"Oh? You didn't like that, did you? Didn't like that he had his hands on me? Touching things that don’t belong to him?" He didn't answer, but the creaking of leather from his fists tightening told you what you already knew. "Tell me, Mando."

"N-no." His visor remained fixed on the unconscious body still bleeding on the floor. Not good enough.

"No what?"

"No. I didn't like that." His voice was low and raspy, but only because he was trying to keep the boiling rage in his chest from blowing his fucking helmet off.

"Tell me what you didn't like." You stepped over the quarry to your man, running your fingers from his balled fists over his silk and steel arms until you were at his shoulders. You could feel the slightest shudder under all his layers at your touch.

"I didn't like him touching you. Nobody should put their hands on you, cyar'ika" His fists lowered to his sides but his visor was still on the floor. You let your hands wander up his neck to the bejeweled recesses of his helmet and turned him to meet your eyes.

"Why not?"

"B-because..."

"I want to hear you say it."

"Because you are mine." He growled through his helmet so hard that you swore you saw it vibrate, sending a delicious tingle though your spine. Atta boy.

“Again.”

“You are mine!” Even behind the beskar you could hear the clench of his teeth biting back deeper desires. His hands went to your waist, pulling you tightly to his chest. The fire coming off of him was scalding, you had pushed your luck too far with this one, and you could feel the volcano inside his ribcage boiling over. He was furious. His heavy armored head pushed against your brow, and you let your thumbs wrap around the bottom of his helmet to find the thinnest sliver of skin where the metal met the man.

“That’s right, I’m all yours.” When you had said that line to him the first time, you had been plotting your escape from his clutches, but as the reassuring words left your lips you knew there was nobody else in the galaxy you would have running their hands up your sides; and you mentally crossed ‘seduction’ off of your list of hunting skills for good. His oath of me'dinuir had swore him to your side alone, and now you knew without a shred of doubt that you wanted it to go both ways; whether you were Mandalorian or not.

You kissed at the bottom of his visor, so close to getting to feel the true, living flesh of him, and yet so far. You had to have him, you had to purge the demon’s touch from your body with the purifying fire of your protector’s rage. A choked, needy groan made its way out of the modulator, and you felt the heat of his breath on your skin. How desperately you wanted to taste it, fill your mouth with the flavor of him to replace the vile spotchka. You pushed up on his jaw, giving you just a tiny glance at his scruffy chin, and you forced your kisses into the tight, unyielding space of the beskar prison. It wasn’t enough for you, but it was a start, and you could feel his body starting to unwind at your touch. “Kiss me. Please, Mando.”

“Cyar'ika, it's not safe here.” He hated the sound of his own words, the denial of them crushing his very soul. You glanced around the dark penthouse and saw you were alone save for the crumpled devil on the floor and the designer purse that had been stashed in the corner of the room, its occupant still working on the bags of cookies. No eyes on us.

“I won’t look, just... lift your helmet a tiny bit, tin man, I need you, I need to kiss you.” You guessed you were safe enough from prying eyes, but you wouldn’t spill his name to the night just in case there were any sneaky listeners. You squeezed your own eyes shut and nipped at the armors edge again, and just ever-so-slightly began to push up on the unforgiving metal with your thumbs. You were just waiting for his hands to shoot up, to grab your wrists and halt your actions, but they were locked to your sides. Inch by inch you gradually lifted the armor, he would have all the time in the world to stop you, but when you felt the heat of his lips crash against yours you almost let your knees buckle out from under you. His strong arms were tight on your back, pulling you into him so he could kiss you harder.

So much better than spotchka. He was delicious, his taste, his feel, his scent, everything about him was intoxicating. So much more so than the despicable brew you had been throwing back all night, and a thousand times better than anything Elios could have offered. Blech. You realized then why the bounty had smelled so bad to you, though his perfume was expensive and his clothes freshly pressed, he was wrong for you. The wrongness was so overwhelming that it had nearly made you lose your drink, and you didn’t realize how wrong something could be until you tried to compare it to what was right. Din was right, he smelled of leather and beskar and the sweat of a man that had nearly combusted when someone else was at your side. And fresher soap! Thank the Maker.

A soft leather hand went to your head, pulling you into him so he could taste you better. His tongue ran over your lips, darting into you to find yours so they could dance together. You bit him playfully, and the way his breath hitched in his throat sent the fire of your core shooting all the way to your fingertips; and you knew right then that not even kissing his forbidden face would be enough for you. You pulled yourself from his lips, the snap of teeth following your retreat, reluctant to let you leave from the heat of the moment. Carefully, you let the beskar slide back down to cover him, and the anguished whine he let out into the night air almost broke your heart.

“I know, I know, I’m so mean to you, aren’t I?” With him covered you glanced around the room until you saw the private bar. With your thumbs hooked in the pockets of his borrowed vest you guided the two of you towards it until the granite countertop knocked against your ass. You used his shoulders for leverage, hopping up onto the cold surface and wrapping your knees round his waist, happy to find exactly what you were expecting to throbbing between your legs. He pushed himself against you, the feel of his stolen silks on your holstered thighs giving you goosebumps. His heavy metal head fell against your shoulder, and you wrapped your arms around him to hold him close while he ground up against your heat. He couldn’t contain himself around you, though you wouldn’t want him to if he could. You rocked your hips in time with his needy thrusts, and the growls in your ear almost made you think he would come undone with his pants still on. Can’t have that now, can we? "Mando, please fuck me, I can't wait anymore."

You heard thunder rumble out of his chest, sending electricity from where he was pressed to your shoulder straight down to where he was pulsing against your core. He was going to bring you the stars, alright, but not the ones in the night sky. He pulled back so he could look into your eyes from behind his visor, bringing a hand up to caress your pleading face.

"No, I don't want to fuck you." Your eyes shot wide, shocked that he wouldn't want you when he was rutting so hard into you that you could almost feel the dampness of precum through his layers. He saw your face and shook his head. "Elios wanted to fuck you, all of those creeps at the bar wanted to fuck you.” His helmet shook, trying to loosen the words he wanted to say. “No... I- I want to be better than them, I want to give you something else, s-something more.” He was struggling, his inexperience making it difficult to say what was on his mind. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be like them, he wanted to be worthy of you in ways they never could.

“Then make love to me instead.”

 “Yes!” The words leaving your lips were like music to his ears, so much more lovely than any song. “I want to do that! I want to make love to you, cyar’ika, if you’ll have me?”

You laughed, nodding your head to hide your bright red cheeks. How he managed to be so ferocious and so sweet on the same day was a mystery you didn’t want to solve. He quickly glanced around the room one more time just to be sure you were alone, the light of the gilded city sending streaks of color over the charms you had pressed to his cheeks. Satisfied that you were the only ones awake in the room, he leaned away from you to rip the constricting blazer off of himself so hard the fabric around his chest and shoulders started to tear. Beskar plates twinkled in the limelight, sending stars flying around the room while he worked his pants open. The sight of him springing into view made your heart flutter, among other things. Long and strong, a pearl of precum glimmering in the dark of the penthouse. His hands went to your legs, the leather of his palms snagging on the straps still belted to your thighs as he pushed the elegant fabric of your dress up to your waist. 

“You’re soaked.” You wished you could see what he saw through his visor, the sound of hitched breath telling you he could see you blooming for him clear as day, drinking you in with his hidden eyes. He hooked a thumb in the wet fabric of your panties to pull them out of the way, using his other hand to grip his cock and run the tip over your entrance, bumping against your clit while he lubed himself with your slick. You had to lean back until you were laying on the cold granite countertop, tilting your hips to the edge of the bar so he could see all of you on display. He pressed himself up and in, filling you slowly so he could indulge in every inch that disappeared inside. Your stretched walls clenched around him, making him shiver with each coiled squeeze. The Mandalorian you were giving yourself to pulled himself out of you carefully before thrusting back into you again, fighting every animalistic urge to just plow you into the bar. He was going to make good on his word, he wasn’t going to just fuck you.

But maybe he should have.

“Bing!” 

The penthouse elevator door chimed, and both of you pointed blasters on the figure that walked out from the pink haze of the lift into the dark of the room. “Elios? I know you’re up here, I’m just going to get- Oh. There you are.” The stranger spotted the crumpled, unconscious body on the floor, crossing the room until they stood over him. “About time someone split that beautiful lip of yours, Lee-lo.” The stranger that Mando had run into on the casino floor turned their tired eyes to the pair of you, noticing your obvious state of passion. “Oh please, don’t stop on my account, that’s not the worst thing I’ve walked into up here.” They squinted in the dark, then gasped softly, “Wait, it’s you! Oh good! I saw you when you were dancing and was just heartbroken when Lee-lo came between you.” The tall stranger did a little dance. “Fucking Elios.” They kicked at the Devaronian on the floor, “All he lives for is breaking hearts. I’m glad you two made up.”

The wisp of a stranger bent down to the motionless figure on the floor, yanking one of the gold rings from his horns. They said something too low for you to hear, then got up and left in another cloud of pink smoke, the elevator door closing behind them.

You both lowered your blasters, trying to wrap your collective heads around what had just happened. Mando was still buried to the hilt inside you, and you could feel him pulsing with need; but he had been right from the beginning. You weren’t safe here.

“That’s probably not the only spare key. We should go.” You whispered, trying to get your blaster back to its holster under your dress. He groaned, he was getting sick of being torn away from you. He pulled himself almost all the way out, thrust in one more time for good luck, and released himself with a pop! He pulled you to your feet, helping you down from the bar and onto the Maker-forsaken boots you still had on. Fuck these. You ripped the boots off, chucking them somewhere into the dark and crossed the room barefoot to where the oversized purse held the foundling. You were happy to see him all tuckered out in a pile of cookie wrappers, probably not the healthiest thing for him, but it worked. Behind you, your armored companion was hauling the quarry over his shoulder none too gently, ‘accidentally’ knocking his bloody head against the wall as he turned back to you. You both made for the balcony door to the speeder you had noticed earlier, tossing the bounty in the back seat like a bag of garbage. 

The ride back to the Crest was thick with anticipation, you weren't finished with each other just yet. Mando pulled the speeder right up to the ramp so you wouldn’t have to walk across sharp gravel, chucking the bounty in after you so hard he slid through the messy cabin and smashed into the wall. You slung the damned devil into the carbonite chamber, punching the freeze button with gusto. The ramp closed behind your armored companion, barely giving you a chance to get up onto the hoverskiff that still dominated the cabin floor before the lights went off. You yanked the dress over your head, listening for the sound of more fabric hitting the floor, then the clanking of beskar being tossed carelessly aside. Belts and snaps and zippers went flying, and you had to try not to laugh at the absurd amount of clothes he had to take off. The skiff tilted with new weight, and the body of a Mandalorian was on top of you, warm lips hunting for yours.

He’s naked! Every piece of armor and shred of clothing was gone, and the feel of bare skin against your body was electrifying. His mouth crashed against yours, fervent kisses desperate to taste you again. You let your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him into you to kiss back. He was hungry for you, biting at your mouth and tongue like a man starved. Plush lips made their way from your mouth down your neck, nipping at your throat and sucking the tender skin until you had bruises to match the ones on your thighs. His hands wandered down your body, rubbing at your breast and teasing your nipples until you were gasping for more. The devious digits moved on until his hand was between your legs, pushing at your folds and finding your clit to spin circles on. He was becoming an expert at finding what made you squirm and whine from his touch, rolling callused fingertips into you until you were making a delicious mess on the pile of stolen silk. 

But he wasn’t done there. The fuzzy kisses went from your breast down your belly to where his fingers were working into you. He pulled his hands from your soaked cunt and replaced them with his face, pushing his tongue up against the tiny ball of nerves that had so much power over you. Short, quick circles between long, languid licks had you arching your back and pulling his hair, demanding more. Lost in the heat of your thighs he was happy to give you everything, pushing the smooth muscle of his mouth into your slit and upwards against your clit until you were seeing stars again. 

Your hands couldn’t stop exploring him, from his thick head of curls to the strength of his shoulders. The muscles kept going, tight coils on his back and the warm, rigid wall of his chest. The trail of fuzz on his belly went up farther than you were expecting it to, and the fine hairs tickled your fingers on almost every inch of his skin. Your hands trailed over the numerous, vicious scars that marred his flesh like a road map of every near-death experience he had lived through. Gashes on his arms and burns on his sides had healed over into smooth, textureless skin, the marks of a seasoned hunter that nobody but their barer had ever seen.

Having drank his fill, he pulled his face from the apex of your thighs, pushing your knees apart and quickly sheathing himself in you with a ragged groan. Mando’a praises poured from his lips, some you were familiar but many you weren’t, though all of them made your heart flutter. Strong hands wrapped around your knees to keep you in place on the wobbly sled while he pounded into you, the feeling of bare skin on the backs of your legs making you wish you could see him in the light. But the darkness was the greatest keeper of secrets, hiding your love making from the condemnation of his creed. 

Make love. Though the phrase was just another on the long list of euphemisms used for sex, the pair of words weighed heavy with meaning in their new context. You wanted to explore the concept the way your hands explored his body, but the fire of your core was thrumming with heat, demanding your undivided attention. Din fell forward to your chest, the sweat of his efforts sticking to your breasts. Wandering kisses sent fire over your skin as he made his way over your peaks, sucking hard on their tender buds. Beskar-strong hips rocked against yours until you saw fireworks again, bearing down so hard on him with your orgasm that he sank his teeth into the crook of your shoulder. Bites made their way from where he had surely drawn blood on your flesh up your neck til they turned to kisses again. His brow pushed against your forehead, though your lips were right there he still defaulted to the only show of affection his armored inheritance allowed. Hot gasps of air puffed over your skin from the heat of his breath, and you knew he was close. You locked your legs around him, forcing him to pump every last drop of himself into you, painting your walls with his seed until it was spilling down your ass onto the piles of clothes.

The strength of his arms gave up, and he let himself fall against you, his face pushed against your cheek. You could feel his bristles brushing over your skin as his breath heaved, soft but scratchy. His hands wrapped under you and up your back, hugging you to his bare chest so hard the air was squeezed from your lungs. Fuzzy-lipped kisses dotted your cheeks and face, taking extra time to kiss your lips, each one a promise of more to come. You dragged your nails over his back, making him groan and shake at the touch. Never had anyone to scratch that itch, have you, tinman? Tight muscles loosened under your careful touch, making him sink harder onto you until you couldn’t tell where he ended and you began. 

You wanted to stay there forever, but as the sweat on your bodies cooled it became sticky and made pulling yourselves apart a chore. Both of you reluctantly made your way off of the skiff, clinging to the walls of the cabin while he hunted for his helmet in the dark. Lights came on gradually once his bucket was back in place so you could find your own clothes, and when you had both gotten yourselves put back together you piled everything you had stolen onto the hoverskiff and pushed it back down the ramp of the Crest. The Mandalorian was back in his beskar, and he cocked his vambrace back and shot a wall of fire onto the little sled, incinerating all evidence of your thievery and passion. The bonfire burned brightly on the gravelly beach of the Cantonican ocean, sending flaming ash into the light of the new dawn. 

You decided to keep the red pocket square that you had tucked in on his costume, though you weren't sure what you would need it for again. Sentimental. You went to the supply crates where your backpack and droid mask were kept so you could squirrel the thing away, when you caught the familiar glowing blue of spotchka at the bottom of the larder. The horrible color made you fucking nauseous after today, but even more distressing was that you realized it was just sitting there unsecured when there was an impish child onboard that could easily get into the bottled brew and make himself sick, or worse.

“Din, we need to put this somewhere safer.”  You held the liquid lantern up for him to see what you were talking about. “What if our foundling gets into it? He might get really sick or-”

“Our?”

Shit. “Sorry, your foundling. Your foundling might get-” Din crossed the small space of the cabin until he was standing close to you, the child in question tucked against his chest. The baby’s big, nebulous eyes glittered up at you, and you couldn’t help reaching out to rub his sail-like ears. He chirped happily at your touch, and as much as you wanted to keep your eyes on him, his father was towering over you, making you squirm under his tilted glare. 

“Say that again.”

“Your foundling.”

“No. The other word.”

“Our?” 

“All of it.”

“Our foundling?”  His helmet cocked to the other side, doing his big metal bird impression. The arm that wasn’t holding the child pulled you up against his chest, squeezed right against the baby in question. The familiar galaxy-erasing hug made you realize how many times you had thought of the child as your own, he was your little buddy, your missing baby when he had been stolen away, your secret weapon that you had hidden in your purse. But he wasn’t your child, he was Din’s, so for him to also be considered as yours…

“Ours.” Above you the word was spoken like it was new, as strange on his tongue as Mando’a was to you. “Our foundling. I like that.”

You couldn’t turn your head up to look at the man who had you wrapped against himself so tightly, but you could smile at the green little child that was flashing you his adorable toothy grin. You little fart, you thought with a laugh, you’re gonna make me go all soft. Almost as though the creature could hear your thoughts he squealed in delight, patting your cheeks with his fat baby paws. You let your arms circle around the boys that had made your life a roller coaster of emotion blasting through the endless sea of stars. It might be a hell of a ride, but you weren't ready to get off any time soon. The memory of the sands of Tatooine where you had been trying to forget the dangers of the universe was starting to fade away, replaced by the moment you were losing yourself in. You were happy to see it go, though your past self would be shocked at how comfortable you had gotten with a magic alien baby and a man with no face.

“Yeah… I like it too.” You hummed into the beskar, feeling Din’s arms tighten even more. You were glad he couldn’t see your face, because the lovely smile had vanished. This is all going to end soon. You buried your face in the tiny space between the foundling and his father’s armor, trying to ignore where the coaster’s rails ended. Only one stop left.

Nevarro, here we come.

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CHAPTER 8

Fluff. Some Smut/alludes to smut. But lots of Fluff. To make up for the trauma of the previous chapter. Dress is the 4th one found here

“Spanish” as always.

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Diego brought her home and she practically ran to him, when Navegante told her he was outside. She took him in once she spotted him, standing there looking out over the grounds. He was wearing bright yellow pants, a white button up shirt that appeared slightly see-through and a brown jacket over it.

She walked toward him, as he turned to look at her. As soon as she was in front of him, she slapped his arm.

The loud ow in response was satisfying.

“You weren’t going to tell me you had been shot at?” She demanded.

“I told Diego not to tell you because I didn’t want to worry you,” Pacho explained rubbing his arm slightly.

“No. You don’t…. you don’t get to decide that. If something had happened to you,” Her voice trailed off, as she felt tears begin to form in her eyes.

Pacho slowly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. She grasped the lapels of his jacket firmly in her hands and tried to take a deep breath to calm herself.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” He whispered to her.

She took a moment to gather herself and turned her head up to look at him.

“No more secrets… I’m all in,” She whispered to him.

He straightened up, staring at her seriously.

“You realize what that means? Do not say that if you are not aware of the repercussions of this. I want you by my side, but only if you are fully aware what that entails,” Pacho stated clearly, looking at her closely.

“I know. I realize that. If you need me to, I will say it again in the morning. But I doubt my statement will change. I… I realized while in Bogota, that I all I could think about was getting back here. To you. Nothing else really mattered,” She murmured looking him in the eyes, calmly.

His smile was small as he spoke, “Is that so?”

She hummed in response, pressing a kiss to his chest, before standing on her toes to kiss his lips. He kissed back, softly cupping her face with both hands. The kiss lasted a few minutes and was sweet but passionate.

When she pulled away, taking in a breath as she eased back down to her feet.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” She mentioned as a yawn moved through her.

Pacho and her walked upstairs to his room, and they quietly got ready for bed. She stole another of his shirts and silently watched him dress down. He was very meticulous in his movements. His accessories all had a particular place that they returned to. His belt and shoes in the closet, his rings and watch on the dresser, and his clothes went into laundry baskets that were separated by darks, whites, and dry clean. It was an intriguing process to watch.

Once he was down to his boxers, he turned to look at her and smiled somewhat sheepishly when he realized she had been watching him the entire time.

“Yes?” He questioned.

“Sorry. It’s kinda adorable to watch you get ready for bed. It’s almost as endearing as watching you get dressed. I am not…. That focused. I don’t…. even think… I’ve ever separated clothes…,” She admitted somewhat awkwardly.

He moved toward her, standing in front of her, with a small smirk. He leaned down and pulled her into a deep kiss, which led to her slowly falling back onto the bed, his body covering hers.

They made out for several minutes, just enjoying the feel of one another; switching from slow and soft to fast and passionate.

His hand began to unbutton the shirt she wore, pushing it off to the side to further expose her.

“I vaguely recall… promising you that I would ravish you upon your return?” Pacho groaned as he stared down at her.

“Hmm. Yes. I recall something like that being said,” Blix replied with a smile as she kissed him a few more times.

They somehow slipped under the covers, as they undressed each other. His movements were slow and purposeful, making sure she felt every thrust, kiss, and bite. It was well into the morning hours by the time they stopped, and Pacho had made sure she was mush.

They fell asleep, limbs tangled with one another.

It was late morning by the time they had begun to stir.

Pacho had roused first and took a moment to quietly admire her. It was while he was doing this that Diego, lightly knocked on the door frame, announcing his presence.

“Hey, Gilberto and Miguel are waiting for you. Plus… apparently the wives want to take Blix out to brunch? Might want to get up soon,” Diego suggested with a shake of his head, as he watched Blix, who was waking up, groan and hide into the pillows.

Pacho nodded his head, chuckling at Blix’s behavior. He kissed her back and shoulders, trying to encourage her to awaken further.

“Lovely. Time to get up,” He whispered pulling the pillow away from her.

She groaned loudly in protest, her hands trying to find the pillow again to take it back. When she couldn’t she lifted her head with a frown.

She turned toward Pacho sleepily, and muttered, “Why must I wake?”

“You apparently have plans,” He told her brushing her hair out of her face.

“Nooo. Why? Why plans?” She protested childishly grabbing the covers and hiding under them.

Both men laughed at her and Pacho got up, tugging her into following him. He led her toward the bathroom, and they took a shower together. It took her a moment to fully wake up as the hot water washed over them. They cleaned themselves up and relaxed.

When they stepped out, there was a dress waiting for her. She admired the gradient coloring from blue to orange, thinking it was very pretty. There was no bra but there was a pair of underwear waiting for her.

“Do you two…enjoy dressing me or something?” Blix asked as she looked over shoulder at Pacho.

“It is quite fun to be honest. Does it bother you?” Pacho asked poking his head out from his closet.

“No. But I do know how to choose my own outfits, I just wanted that noted. I love ya both, but I don’t need you to do this constantly,” She mentioned with a small smile.

He nodded his head in understanding and returned to getting dressed.

She got dressed in the outfit presented, slipping on the heels before stepping back into the bathroom to brush out her hair. She noted softly that there was a third toothbrush waiting for her to use. She brushed her teeth, before putting on a bit of makeup.

When she was done, she made her way toward her bedroom for one thing in particular. She had left her shark necklace on her dresser for safe keeping; didn’t want anyone to question it while she was in Bogota. She clipped it on and admired it for a moment in the mirror before heading downstairs.

As she stepped into the living room, she saw all 3 of Gilberto’s wives and Miguel’s wife, standing there waiting for her with Marta.

“Hello. What’s all this?” Blix greeted wondering why they were all there.

“We wanted to take you to brunch. Have a girl’s day essentially,” Marta explained cheerfully bouncing up to her.

Blix nodded her head and walked over to her messenger bag that she still had to unpack from her trip to Georgia. She pulled out the frame, followed by the bomber jacket that her sisters had given her.

Gilberto picked up the frame and cooed, “Aww. Look at this. You were very cute. I assume this was your horse that Pacho mentioned? Zeus?”

“Yes. Zeus was a thoroughbred. He won best in show and was a damn good racehorse. Even though he hated his rider. Would only ever let me ride him without complaint,” Blix stated proudly looking at the frame.

Mariela, Aura, and Camila, however, were distracted by the bomber jacket she had pulled out.

“Awww. This is very cute! I bet this would look adorable on any little one you have. Maybe you and Pacho should get to work on that,” Mariela, Gilberto’s first wife, noted.

“What should we get to work on?” Pacho questioned as he joined them.

“Nothing!” Blix quickly cut in setting the jacket down and hiding it away, as her cheeks turned red.

He looked at her curiously, reaching for the jacket to look at it. He raised an eyebrow at it, glancing at her and Mariela. He knew what she was probably referring to as he looked at the jacket, but said nothing as he handed it to Diego, requesting he put it someplace safe.

Blix looked at him appreciatively as the women led her out to one of the cars.

Soon enough they were at some 5-star restaurant, having brunch and mimosas.

“So, Blix. Tell us. Have you thought about having little ones with Pacho?” Camila asked in a teasing voice.

Blix cleared her throat awkwardly, before taking a long drink of her mimosa. The other wives joined in, asking her how many and what not.

It wasn’t until Stella, Miguel’s wife, cut in, “Ladies. Relax. If they want kids, they’ll have them. Their relationship is still pretty new as well. Stop making her feel uncomfortable.”

Blix nodded gratefully at her and simply stated, “We… we haven’t talked about any of that. It’s also not something… I’ve ever really thought about.”

They all nodded in understanding and they continued on talking about everything else. The ladies insisted upon taking her shopping and getting more… saucy outfits for her to wear for Pacho.

When they stepped out of the fifth store, and she had about 15 bags of clothes that they claimed she needed, she was never more grateful to see Navegante.

“Save me,” She mouthed stepping forward.

He laughed at that and said, “Ladies. I’m sorry to interrupt but I must steal Miss Lage here for now.”

They all made sad groans and waved goodbye to her. Once they were out of sight and she was alone with Navegante she begged, “Please. Help. I can’t feel my hands.”

She held out her arms, and Navegante quickly took several bags, tossing them into the trunk. She set the last of them in the trunk once the weight was eased off of her. She took a seat in the passenger side as Navegante got in on the driver’s side. He drove off and she took a small snooze as he did so.

At some point, the car came to a stop and he was gently trying to wake her up. Pacho, who was waiting, walked up to her side, opening the door.

“I got this Navegante. She’s not easy to wake,” Pacho informed him with a laugh.

He gently cooed to her, telling her to wake up. Her eyes fluttered open after a minute and sighed deeply.

She blinked trying to figure out where she was at.

“Why are we at the ranch?” She rasped, clearing her throat, as she straightened up.

She unbuckled herself stepping out, taking Pacho’s hand into hers.

He led her over to a man that was standing there.

“Blix. This is Jack Walters. He’s a-” Pacho began to introduce.

“A breeder from Georgia. Hi. Um. How are you, sir?” Blix finished as she recognized him.

“Yes. Hullo. I am doing jus’ fine lil missy. Now. I hear, you were the original owner of my most favorite horse. Zeus. Mr. Hurrera asked me if I knew of any of his offspring available and well,” Came Jack’s very southern accent, as he motioned toward the trailer that was behind him.

She stared blankly at the trailer, as the info she was given processed in her mind. A stable hand came up to the door of the trailer and led out a large black stallion, that looked just like Zeus. She was amazed as she strolled over to him.

He stood proudly as she approached him, nudging his head against her as she reached out to pet him. He neighed softly as he gently pushed her, wanting more attention.

She giggled at him and looked back toward Jack, asking, “What’s his name?”

“Well. Like his grandfather, he is very particular about who goes near ‘im. He earned the named Phobos cause he struck fear into the hearts of most of the stable hands n’ riders. Honestly, I am surprised he is allowing ya to touch him,” Jack said amazed.

“He’s about 3 years old. His father was an offspring of Zeus named Ares. We tried to stick to the Greek theme, as was requested by yer grandparents before they passed,” Jack concluded, handing her documents that certified that he was indeed a part of his line.

She took them gratefully, holding them to her chest tightly. He then handed her something else. It was a strip of leather, that had Zeus’ name on it and some photos.

“I was told that… the selling of Zeus was something that… ya disagreed upon. So, I wanted ya to know that he was well taken care of and lived a very happy life,” Jack said sympathetically.

She takes the items from him, thanking him softly.

“Now then, me and my guys gotta head on back home. It was very nice to meet ya. I am sure Phobos will be happy here with ya taking care of him,” Jack waved goodbye as he walked over to the truck, driving off with an empty trailer.

When his truck disappeared, she turned back to Pacho, who stood there with a hand in his pocket, leaning against the hood of his corvette.

“You… you got me a horse?” Blix asked amazed as she looked between him and Phobos who was rubbing his face against hers.

She laughed at him as he moved to stand between her and Pacho.

Pacho cautiously moved toward her, Phobos giving him side eye as he did so. He allowed him to pet his back but refused to move out of the way.

“Yes. It took some time to figure out where Zeus wound up, but when I did, I found out he had many children, and a few grandchildren. So. I called up Walters and asked if he had one who looked like Zeus. The rest was just a business deal,” He answered with a smirk. “He has his own stall already.”

He nodded toward the empty stall at the end and she was happy to see his name was already written on it as well. She quietly led Phobos over to it, checking that he had plenty of hay and water to eat before leading him all the way in. He calmly followed, and settled in quickly, munching softly on some hay.

“He was given a thorough brushing and was given a good walk before you showed up. He was in the trailer for like 5 minutes before you arrived. I wanted it to be a surprise,” Pacho informed her as she closed the stable door.

She looked at the door, biting her lip as she looked at the lock.

“You might… want someone to change this. If he’s anything like Zeus, he’s wicked smart. He will be able to unlatch this,” She advised him looking at the simple latch on the door.

“Good to know,” Pacho said, watching as Blix dusted off the horsehair that had managed to get on her.

She turned to him once she was done, throwing her arms around him, kissing him. He lifted her up slightly, kissing back.

They pulled apart and she turned back to Phobos, “I promise. Tomorrow I will come back, and I’ll show you the grounds.”

He neighed loudly in response and nodded his head.

The two of them moved to his car and they drove back home. They walked inside, where the brothers were waiting, discussing plans.

“Ah. Did you enjoy your surprise my dear?” Gilberto asked as he noticed them walking in.

“Very much,” She replied leaning into Pacho’s side.

“Pacho informed us… that you want to be all in? Correct? Do you know what that means my dear?” Miguel questioned.

She nodded her head firmly, “Yes.”

“Pacho, you are head of security. You decide how much she needs to know,” Gilberto declared with a grin.

Blix looked at him, and he led her upstairs to his office. He led her over to the filing cabinets.

“These… these cabinets are filled with everything you would ever need to know about the Cali Cartel. I want you to be aware of the trust you are being presented,” He disclosed pulling out a small key from within his desk.

He handed it to her, and as she took it, he backed away and allowed her to move forward.

She looked at him and then the key, “Everything… is in those 3 file cabinets? I… feel like that’s a lie.”

“It is. But I wanted to see your reaction. These cabinets are mostly about distribution and who does what. The real key is the large data book you’ll see Miguel carry around. That is our financial ace in the hole. If DEA ever got ahold of that, they would know everything,” Pacho revealed as he leaned against his desk.

“So…this was a test?” Blix asked lightly, toying with the key.

“In a way, yes. I wanted to see what your reaction would be. You did not disappoint,” Pacho stated with a smirk.

She handed the key back to him, or at least tried to. He closed her opened hand, giving her fist a small kiss.

“You currently hold the key to my heart. Keep it safe,” He flirted his hands coming to rest on her hips.

She smirked and shook her head at the cheesy line but held the key tightly in her hands.

He led her back downstairs to the brothers who were chowing down on some food that the chef made. Pacho moved over to the couch, and Blix followed, collapsing into his lap. She kicked off the heels she was wearing to curl her feet up on the couch.

While the brothers ate and talked about a soccer game going on, her and Pacho simply relaxed.

“So, what was Mariela talking about this morning when I came in?” Pacho asked his voice teasing.

“She was saying we should have kids. Which later led to further discussion that apparently, we would have cute ones given our looks,” Blix whispered in response.

“Oh. Yes. I agree. We would have cute kids. Only if you wanted them though,” He replied back kissing her cheek.

“Never really thought about it to be honest. I also lived far longer than I thought I would too,” Blix admitted quietly.

Pacho nodded in understanding.

“We can discuss that in the future if you’d like?” He offered her.

She nodded once, turning her head to kiss him on the lips in thanks.

“So… where did all my boxes wind up, by the way?” She asked realizing the only thing that was in the living room was the piano.

“The books have placed in your library. The box that was marked your room and a few others, are in your closet, waiting for you to go through. We have someone coming out tomorrow to tune the piano as well,” He listed out casually.

“My library?” She questioned, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“I’ll show you later. I was thinking… Maybe we could move some of your stuff here. You stay here often enough as it is,” He proposed his hand fiddling with hers.

She thought about it for a moment, before replying, “Sure. I’d like that. Saves me the trouble of having to buy groceries. I’ll use it as my office space. That way we won’t have to move that. Plus, it maintains my cover for work.”

He kissed her softly, his arms holding her tightly to him.

“Pacho. Do me a favor? No more soccer games. You got lucky this time, but I don’t want to see what happens when that luck runs out,” She requested as she watched the brothers argue over the game with a raised eyebrow.

He hummed quietly, “I will try not to make risky moves, but my dear. I am who I am. My life will always be in danger.”

“I know. I get that. I just…” She trailed off.

“What lovely?” He questioned.

She looked him in the eyes, and she spoke truthfully, “I love you.”

His eyes widen in slight surprise, but his smile grew, as he replied back, “I love you too.”

She kissed him again, and he kissed back with growing passion. They broke apart when they heard loud exclamations from Gilberto, laughing.

She stood up and allowed Pacho to get up as well, and he went to go see what was going on with the game. Blix stood there for a moment before making her way upstairs. She stepped into her room, dragging the boxes that were in the closet, out.

She opened them all up and started to go through them. When she pulled out the bear again, she simply set him by the laundry, planning to wash him when she could.

She pulled out several old trophies from dance competitions and such. She placed them over by the one wall in her room that had nothing on it.

When that box was emptied, she broke it down setting it by the door. She looked at the other boxes, one of which had tea set painted with cherry blossoms. As she dug further into the box, she found more antiques that her mother had collected. Most of which were antique weapons: knives, daggers, and a mace to name a few.

Which slowly made her realize… what was probably in one of the other boxes. She set the dagger she was holding on the floor, walking on her knees over to the next box. She ripped it open with a grin she couldn’t hide.

Inside, in delicately placed pieces, was a full suit of armor. She couldn’t help the laugh of pure joy that escaped her as she pulled the helmet out, examining it. It was heavier than she remembered it and was in dire need of a polishing.

Diego who had heard her laugh as he patrolled, stepped inside, curious as to what she was reacting to.

“Is that… a suit of armor?” Diego asked incredulously as he took in the scene before him.

Blix nodded excitedly, “Wanna help me set it out?”

Diego was over to her in the blink of an eye, helping her pull out each piece gently and laying them out on to her floor.

There was a larger/long box that had the stand and the sword wrapped up inside. She got the stand ready setting it in a corner of her room. Toward the bottom of the box of armor pieces her sisters had sent some polishers, brushes, and towels. The two of them began to make the pieces shiny again, talking idly.

By the time they were done, and had placed the armor on the stand, it was about dinnertime. Pacho came looking for them, and he watched the two of them quietly, leaning against the door frame. He was happy to see the two of them getting along and bonding.

He cleared his throat, drawing their attention away from their project.

“Dinner is ready you two,” Pacho tells them.

They go and wash their hands quickly, before joining Pacho at the door. The three of them walked downstairs to the dining room, Blix and Diego taking either side of Pacho.

They had dinner and the guys went outside to drink and swim. While they did that, Blix went into his office, key in hand. She opened the first cabinet with a deep breathe, pulling the drawer open revealing numerous files.

She grabbed a handful, took a seat at his desk, and began to read through them. He was correct in that most of it was distribution information but there were also details on security. Who could be trusted and who they kept a close eye on.

She read quietly, trying to take in as much info as possible, stopping at one point to find a notepad to write things down. She was so focused she didn’t notice how late it had gotten by the time she had gone through 2 drawers on the first cabinet.

In fact, it was around 3am when Gilberto walked in, rubbing his eyes, trying to figure out who was still awake at this hour.

He watched her curiously, as she made notations every so often.

“Late night reading my dear?” Gilberto asked causing her to jump slightly as she looked up.

She looked around, finding the clock, and realizing just how late it was.

“Didn’t realize the time,” She rasped slightly, before clearing her throat.

Gilberto walked in, taking the seat across from her.

“Pacho cares a great deal about you. The fact that he has allowed you such access means a lot. Not even Alvaro has seen these files. There will come a time where your loyalty may be tested. I trust… you will not break his heart,” Gilberto informed her.

“I don’t plan to. I know I am in deep. But I also know… I love him. I don’t plan to hurt him anytime soon. At least… not unless he asks me too,” Blix stated with a smirk.

Gilberto laughed at that, nodding his head.

“C’mon. To bed with you. You can finish your homework after you’ve slept,” He said in a somewhat serious tone.

She takes the files that she had been working on and placing a sticky note on it, as a reminder as to where she stopped. She locked the cabinet back up and Gilberto escorted her to her bedroom, before returning to his room.

She took off the dress she had been wearing all day, throwing on a Yankees t-shirt and some sweats. She slipped under the covers with a sigh and slept soundly.

She slept well past breakfast, which caused Pacho to worry slightly.

“Do not worry too much Pacho. She stayed up late doing homework,” Gilberto stated trying to ease his worries.

Pacho looked at him confused, “Homework?”

“I found her reading over files in your office,” Gilberto elaborated with a smirk.

Pacho shook his head and got up to go check on her, anyway. She was buried underneath her covers, sleeping soundly. He noticed that her hands had smudges of ink on both of them. He gently brushed some of her hair out of her face, stroking her cheek lightly.

Her eyes opened slowly, noticing the tickling sensation. She spies Pacho’s figure standing there, and she simply opens her covers beckoning him in.

He joined her with a smile, allowing her to wrap herself around him, tossing the blankets over their heads.

“Hi…. What time is it?” She asked in a whisper.

“It’s almost noon. You missed breakfast. Lunch should be ready in about 20 minutes though,” He reported to her.

She mouthed an ‘okay’ and buried herself into his arms further.

“Just wanna stay like this for a few minutes,” She explained with a sigh.

“I’m okay with that,” Pacho tells her, holding her close.

It was a moment of simplicity that she desperately needed. She enjoyed his company, even if it was just something as simple, hiding under her blankets. She knew that once she got up life would run at full speed, but here… life was slow and easy. So, she was going to enjoy it for a few minutes before returning to reality.

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Mama Madness

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Jangmi x SVT

Recap: Jangmi suffers from a wardrobe malfunction during Mama 2019

Words: 1.2k 

AN: Requests are OPEN: Please please please send me what you want to see from Jangmi. Also feel free to message me when ur bored and wanna fangirl Xx

Jangmi’s Masterlist

Jangmi was embarrassed.

No. Scratch that. She was utterly mortified. Utterly, completely mortified.

All she wanted was the performance. But no. The gods of KPOP end of year shows had decided to turn their backs against her and allow her to nearly flash the entire audience.

She wished she was joking,

It wasn’t like MAMA was going smoothly anyway. Firstly, they were missing Seungcheol. And no matter the amount of good luck texts he sent in the group chat, could make up for the fact that there was only 13 of them on stage .

Secondly, her goddam red carpet outfit was so short and so uncomfortable. Not to mention she nearly tripped walking up the stairs, when her black heels had got caught in the carpet. Bless Jun for catching her.

Thirdly, they hadn’t won the award they thought they would. She knew that everyone always said don’t keep your hopes up. But this year out of all years, she really thought they’d win best dance. Honestly, had they even see the choreography to hit? It was literal death.

And it wasn’t like she could express how she felt. Because it would look like she was cocky? Or she didn’t think the winners deserved it. Which she still thought they did.

It was the fact that she had never been that sure about winning an award before. Everyone on stan twitter automatically assumed it would be theirs. The members, even if they didn’t admit it, thought it would be theirs as well.

Everyone could see the anger surrounding them when they performed Fear and Hit out of all songs. They were all so disappointed and so furious. At who? They didn’t know. But they had something to prove to themselves, and everyone watching.

Which is why the buttons on her shirt ripping at the end of the performance was the cherry on top for a shitty day.

Jangmi had thrown herself completely into the dance, hitting each move with a burst of energy she didn’t know she even had. Screaming the ad-libs, even when it wasn’t her turn. Glaring at the camera when it whizzed past her face. Her eyes filled with hunger and determination. To show everyone what they were missing.

And it was going well. The whole group had picked up on each others intense aura’s and together they were putting on the most powerful performance of their lives.

The buttons on her white shirt ripped, the moments their ending dance began. Jangmi didn’t even notice it at first, too focused on ending the performance with the power they had sustained throughout their songs. But when she felt the cool breeze hitting her chest, she broke her gaze to see a bit of her bra being exposed.

Her eyes widen, and she quickly tried buttoning it up whilst continuing on with the footwork. That’s when she realised that her shirt wasn’t undone, but the buttons had completely flown off.

She had no time to cover it up, as she had to keep up with the dance, meaning that for the rest of the performance she was constantly tugging her shirt up.

Jangmi had never been so relieved when the music stopped and the lights dimmed. She pulled her shirt up, as she bowed to the crowd, then sprinted off stage, as fast as her tired little legs could have carried her.

Whilst the rest of the group headed back to their seats, Jangmi took a detour heading backstage to find their stylists.

“Where are you going?” Jangmi turned around at the sound of Seungkwans’ voice.

“Dressing Room.”

“Why?” Jangmi rolled her eyes. “My shirt ripped open during the dance. So if you don’t want me to show the world my bra, I’ll head over there.”

“Your shirt ripped?!” Hoshi yelled, causing the MAMA staff around her to look up at her. Jangmi self-consciously pulled her shirt closer to her chest, whilst mentally cursing her unit leader.

Jeonghan calmly walked over to their maknae, using his body to shield her from everyone’s watchful eyes.

“You guys all go back.” Jeonghan shooed the rest of the members back to their seats, before taking Jangmi’s hands and placing them on his shoulders.

“Follow me.”

She thought they looked absolutely ridiculous. Both were drenched with sweat, bodies pressed together and walking in a line backstage.

Jangmi’s shirt was quickly fixed, and their stylists used the opportunity to touch up both their makeups.

“You really must have been dancing hard on stage.” Their stylist commented, sewing the last button back in place.

She rolled her eyes. “Or my boobs have grown since the fitting,” Jangmi added with a smirk.

“Couldn’t have gotten any smaller.” Jeonghan gave a cheeky remark from the sofa, whilst scrolling on his phone.

“Fuck you!” Jangmi swore, as she took a sip of their stylists’ drink and hopped off the table. “Let’s see what trouble the rest of the fools have gotten into.”

Jeonghan groaned before stuffing his phone in his pocket and forcing himself off the sofa. “You don’t seem that worried about your outfit slip up?”

They waved to their staff as they headed down the corridor.

“I don’t think many people saw it. Plus I held on pretty tightly every time the cameras went past. I’m worried there might be fan cams.”

They turned right at the corridor, bowing at Oneus who were walking past.

“I checked online. I don’t think the camera’s picked it up.”

Jangmi sighed in relief, and did a mini dance on the spot

“Don’t be too happy yet. We need to see if anyone posted other videos.” Jeonghan chuckled, ruffling Jangmi’s hair.

“Pledis will take those down. I’m sure.”

“What makes you think they’ll do that?”

“Good point.” Jangmi laughed. “They still have Mingyu scratching his butt on Youtube.”

Jeonghan cringed at the memory. “Carats will never forget it.”

“Kind of like how they’ll never forget what you did to Dino during the ring ceremony.” She joked, as they climbed up the stairs to where all the other idols were sitting.

“I thought they’d edit it out!” Jeonghan whined, as the sat at the end of the row of seats.

Mingyu passed down one of the blankets, which Jeonghan wrapped around Jangmi like a bib.

“Can’t she wear it like a normal person?” Minghao whispered, visibly embarrassed at Jangmi using the blanket as a fashion accessory.

“It’s a safety precaution.” Jeonghan whispered back.

Vernon raised his eyebrow. “Did they not fix your shirt?”

“What were you even doing backstage for so long then?” Dino added.

Mingyu accusingly pointed at Jangmi “Were you eating the free bread without me?”

Jangmi shook her head. “If I did, I would have brought you some back.”

“What’s the blanket protecting then?” Vernon asked in confusion.

“Apparently her boobs are growing, and I don’t want them to unbutton her shirt again.”

Jangmi glared at Jeonghan, and was about to curse him out when she was interrupted by Seungkwan.

“Finally!”

[kyutown]

Hi! Can I request individual ships for The Boyz, Treasure, Ateez, & Stray Kids?

✨About me: ✨I’m 23 years old (97’liner) I was born in Autumn and my mbti is ENFP. I have no problem introducing myself to strangers. I’m also a Scorpio. I am 5’2 medium length dark brown hair with highlights, brown eyes, and tanned skin. I also wear glasses! I have simple yet feminine tattoos 4 in total. I speak English & Spanish and would definitely learn Korean for my partner! My love language is a mixture of physical touch & quality time.

I’m a really extroverted person and I love being around people but I can also be a homebody as well and have alone time. (Like Netflix, Video Games, Cooking). I love listening to music and finding new artists! I’m a pretty decent singer and fairly okay in dancing. I’m also in cosmetology school and love everything about hair, makeup, nails & fashion. I would describe my style as a healthy mix of girly and sporty. There’s days where I can dress up in sweatpants with sneakers and days where I would wear dresses, skirts, rompers with heels! I love accessories my favorites being rings, necklaces and earrings. I also love traveling so having an ideal partner who would want to do that with me would be a huge plus.

I would want someone who is caring, charismatic, & funny. But also can be someone who can be serious. They don’t necessarily have to be an extrovert, I’m a very empathetic person and know when to give an introvered partner space and time for himself. I would also want someone who can be sentimental and enjoy skinship. (Hugs, kisses, hand holding, cuddles). I’m a very touchy person and I would want my ideal partner to be the same. I’m always open in learning and doing things my partner loves to do! (Gym, Hiking, Making Music, learning an instrument, etc) I also hope he would be the same vice versa with my interests!

That’s all I can think of for now! Thanks so much! Can’t wait to see the results. 💌✨

hi! thank you for responding!

for the boyz, i think kevin would match you well! kevin is very artistic and creative so i feel like he would love that you enjoy doing makeup and etc. as it is part of art! not only is kevin funny but he is very friendly and easy going. i feel like when you need to practice your makeup skills or hair or nail skills, he would be open to being your model! he would enjoy spending quality time with you as you practice on him! while you put on makeup on him, he would say funny statements which would make the time more fun!

for treasure, i think yoshi would pair nicely with you! like kevin, he is very good at art and i think he would always help you with your make up! but not only that but yoshi would love giving and receiving hugs! he would love affection as much as you and i feel like he would love having your attention! he would always love to travel with you as he enjoys traveling somewhere new with you!

for ateez, i think wooyoung would fit you well! wooyoung would be the one who would be caring, funny but could be charismatic as well. he is especially charismatic and serious on stage. but to you, i feel like he would be more of the sweet and playful person that he is! he would enjoy hugs and cuddles like you and would enjoy dressing up by putting on outfits and accessories!

for stray kids, i think jeongin would be nice with you! jeongin is the type who wouldn't mind skinship and would be the type who would be funny and would enjoy joking around with you! he would be the type who would make noises from his mouth like the trumpet version of miroh and would always know a way to make you smile even if it was with hugs and cuddles or with his voice like singing or compliments.

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Stand Back

Wow! I’ve only been back for a few hours, and there’s already been so, so much support. I missed you all. This piece is one of my favorites, inspired by my R&RHoF excitement last winter. My dear friend, @for-fucks-sake-h​ beta’d this for me, and I loved her then and I love her now! Thank you all for believing in me! If you enjoy this story, shoot me some feedback :) 7.5k words

xoxo Tile

“Harry, c’mon!” Millie whined, tugging at his sleeve when he didn’t bother looking away from the TV. “This isn’t fair and you know it!”

“Millie, fuck’s sake, I already told you that it’s just not possible,” He rolled his eyes, reluctantly looking over at his puppy-dog-eyed best friend. She’d been pestering him for the better part of the afternoon, and he was beginning to get frustrated. She was definitely going to ruin his surprise.

“I just don’t understand,” she pouted, “I’m the one who got you into Stevie’s music in the first place, maybe I should be the one inducting her next week.”

“Yeah, you can do the performance bit, too,” he chuckled, “I’m sure the audience would love to hear your off-pitch, dying-cat screeches. Stevie would love it, too. Instant record deal- oof!”

The pillow hit his stomach with more force than he had expected, but it did nothing to wipe the shit-eating grin off of his face. Millie whacked him on the thigh, and then once more for good measure, before chucking his throw pillow – her makeshift weapon – across the room.

“I didn’t want to see your performance anyway,” she grumbled, “you’ll probably sing Edge of Seventeen, because you’re too basic to sing anything else, and I’ve already seen you perform that one.”

Harry smirked at the memory. They had been fifteen, almost sixteen, and Millie had managed to smuggle a few bottles of cider from her father’s ‘special fridge’ in the garage. Harry had climbed the tree outside her window for the umpteenth time, and the two of them had spent the entire night looking up youtube videos of their favorite rock singers, their virgin livers drunk off of just a few sips of alcohol.

“The 1983 performance was better,” Harry argued, throwing his hands up in outrage.

“You’re taking the piss,” Millie scoffed, swatting his hand away from her laptop, “The 1981 performance is clearly better. Her dance moves are absolutely insane, and the audio quality is better.”

“Her dance moves are mediocre at best in this one,” Harry stated, nodding his head to the guitar beat anyway, “anyone could replicate those.”

“I’d like to see you try!” Millie challenged. The duo regarded each other for a long moment, waiting for the other to back down, and completely oblivious to the hearts in their eyes, still too young to understand what they were feeling.

“Alright then,” Harry giggled, standing up on her bed, obnoxiously singing along to the music blaring from her laptop. He tried to imitate Stevie’s high kicks, the bounce in her step, and swung his arms around as if he were draped in the singer’s white shawl. Millie couldn’t fight the peals of laughter that bubbled up in her throat. He looked completely absurd.

“Just like the white-winged dove!” Millie sang, hopping up on her bed to join Harry.

The two of them bounced until the song was almost over, their voices riddled with gasps and coughs as they tried to catch their breath. The fun had ended abruptly, with Millie’s mother swinging the door open, asking the two red-faced teenagers if they knew that it was past midnight.

“First of all, that was a great performance,” Harry teased, appreciating the way Millie’s eyes softened as she too reminisced their teenage years. She’d always been a sucker for happy memories, and Harry had quickly learned that they were the best way to calm her down or change the subject. Most of her happy memories included him, anyway. “Second of all, this time around, you won’t be grounded for a week.”

“Yeah, because you won’t let me be there!”

“Millie, I told you, I promised Gemma I would bring her along and I only get to have one guest,” he lied, “she’s my sister, I couldn’t say no.”

“You say no to her all the time, in fact, you love saying no to her,” she pointed out, “plus, I’m kind of like your sister. We’ve known each other just as long.”

Harry felt his heart plummet into the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t the first time she had said something along those lines, brother and sister, but it still hurt. He was beginning to think that she would never feel the same way about him that he did about her.

It was a curse, really. He had the world falling at his feet, enough girls were interested in him, and he was successful. But it didn’t matter, did it? Not when the only person he wanted thought of him like a brother.

“Right, yeah,” he cleared his throat. He quickly stood up, mumbling something about getting them more tea, but really he just wanted to hide the burn of tears behind his eyelids. When he came back, Millie was squinting at the screen of her laptop, hunching over so her face was inches from the screen.

“I’m buying my own damn ticket,” she informed him.

Fuck, he thought.

“Okay, okay, stop,” he groaned, closing her laptop. Millie’s hands were still suspended in front of her, poised to type when he shut the computer in her lap. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but there’s a front row seat at the Hall of Fame with your name on it.”

“I KNEW IT!” She cried, shoving the laptop off of her legs and throwing her arms around his neck. “I knew you wouldn’t just leave me behind!”

Harry melted into the hug, winding his arms around her shoulders and back and subtly inhaling as he pressed his nose into her hair. She was practically vibrating with excitement, which made him grin with pride. It may not have been the surprise he had planned, but it was certainly the reaction he’d been expecting.

“You were making it really hard to lie to you,” he admitted, tugging her back when she tried to step out of their embrace. He wasn’t quite ready to let go of her yet. “I was going to tell you tomorrow at dinner, had a whole plan.”

“I’d say I’m sorry for forcing it out of you, but I’m not sorry in the slightest!” She wiggled out of his arms, successfully this time, and gave him a look of pure happiness that made his insides turn to putty. “Does this mean you’ll tell me what song you’re performing?”

Harry snickered, batting her hands away when she went to pinch his arm. He wasn’t about to reveal all of his surprises.

“Not a chance!”

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“Oh my god, turn this up!” Millie squealed, already reaching over to twist the volume knob on the dashboard.

“Oi!” Harry snapped, swatting her hand away with a steely glare. “What did I just tell you about touching m’ new car?”

“You told me not to make fingerprints on the window,” Millie crossed her arms over her chest, “you never said I couldn’t touch the radio.”

“It was implied,” Harry said through gritted teeth. Normally, Millie’s stubbornness was oddly charming, but today she was truly getting on his last nerve.

Harry had finally saved up enough money for a new car. Grueling ten-hour bakery shifts, babysitting jobs, yardwork, any penny he could get his hands on, had all finally been worth it. He didn’t technically have his license yet, since he was only sixteen, but nobody really paid attention once you got out into the country. Most kids knew how to drive anyway, one of the benefits of growing up in small English farmtown.

The car, which he had bought off of a classmate’s older brother, was a complete piece of shit, but that didn’t stop Harry from polishing every last surface, inside and out. It was a Mustang, and even though the front bumper was dented and it had chips in the paint, it was his pride and joy. He’d overheard a group of girls talking about how sexy it was that Brad Hannagan, his lab partner, had gotten a car. Apparently, he’d taken Allison Fishman to the next town over for dinner, and then they made out in his front seat. Harry wanted his car to be sexy, too.

There was really only one girl he wanted to impress though, and she was currently spilling granola bar crumbs onto his leather seats.

“Millie!” He whined. “You’re getting everything all messy!”

“You’re being so anal, H,” she had just shoved the rest of her bar into her mouth, so her voice came out muffled and garbled, “this is supposed to be fun! Our first ride together in your new car.”

“It is rather special, huh,” Harry nodded thoughtfully, “how do I look in the driver’s seat?”

“Honestly?” She raised an eyebrow. “You look… kinda hot. But do not let that go to your head or else I’ll - ohmygod! Harry, seriously turn it up, it’s Stevie Nicks!”

This time, he didn’t complain when Millie reached over and pressed three different buttons on his dashboard, because the girl he liked thought he was attractive, his windows were rolled all the way down, and the chorus of Stand Back was blaring through his speakers.

This feeling was worth every window smudge, crumb on his seat, and unwelcome dashboard push, he thought. Especially if it meant seeing Millie like this: long hair blowing out the window, head thrown back with her eyes closed, and feet tapping along to her favorite song.

It was a miracle he could keep his eyes on the road.

Harry was going to sing Stand Back. He knew it, Stevie knew it, almost the entire crew backstage knew it, but Millie was still in the dark. It was her favorite song, and he had every intention of putting on a show for her.

He was already dressed in his suit. He’d chosen another custom-made Gucci, a deep matte black fabric with metallic bronze flowers twisting up his torso and down his legs. He’d even let the makeup artist apply some matching bronze eyeshadow to his face, something he’d always wanted to try out. His shoes were plain, black with a bit of a lifted heel, and his only other accessory was a bronze colored tambourine. This was a Stevie Nicks tribute, after all, it wouldn’t be complete without her signature instrument.

The moment he stepped on stage, he knew his outfit choice was a hit. He hadn’t even started his speech before the familiar screaming started, but he’d grown used to the high pitched noise.

He hadn’t been able to meet with Millie beforehand, but it was hard to look away from her now (not that keeping his eyes off of her had ever been easy for him). She was sitting in the front row with a proud smile on her face, and a sinfully tight silver dress on her body, and Jesus Christ she looked incredible. He gave her a lopsided smirk before squinting his eyes into the lights over the audience.

The moment the first notes of the song echoed from the speakers lining the walls, Millie’s jaw dropped lower than Harry had ever seen. He smirked at her, licking his lips cockily as he started bobbing his head. The cheers from the crowd only spurred him on. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, never looking away from his best friend.

“No one looks, I walk by, just an invitation would have been just fine,” he crooned, unable to stop himself from tapping his feet to the rhythm.

He’d opted out of playing the guitar during the performance, wanting to focus more on his vocals. He tore his eyes away from Millie, who was still watching him in awe. This song was for her, but there was still an entire venue crowded with thousands of people, and this was the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He’d rather fling himself from the Empire State Building than give a poor performance.

“Stand back, stand back,” he ripped the mic from its stand, prancing across the stage and flipping the hair out of his eyes with a dramatic snap of his neck, “in the middle of my room, I did not, hear from you….”

“La la la la la la la, la la,” he closed his eyes as he turned his back to the crowd, seeing the bright bronze and burnt orange visuals on the screen through his eyelids.

He knew he absolutely killed the performance, if the whoops and hollers were any indication. He could hear the cheers, see people dancing, see her dancing. She seemed to have befriended the woman next to her, as they were both shouting out the lyrics along with him with their hips bumping.

“Take me home….” Harry belted, his voice turning grainy the longer he held the note. When the music finally faded out, he let out a low chuckle into the microphone, relieved to have done the song justice.

It took several minutes for the applause to die down enough for him to speak, and by the time it did, he had no idea what to say.

“Ehm, hello New York!” He called into the microphone, clearing his throat. “It’s an honor to be here.”

Writing a speech about Stevie was the easiest thing he’d ever done. All he had to do was be honest, after all; she was an inspiration, a legend. The definition of a powerful woman. The kind of person who supports young struggling artists, can whip out a killer song in less than an hour, who dedicates her life to bringing melody and emotion to her fans. A poet. A magician.

Giving the speech was another story. The sweat on his back was making the fabric of his undershirt stick to his skin in the most suffocating manner, and Millie’s burning stare had all but caused his brain to short circuit. She’d looked at him like that just once before. He thought about it often, usually when he was alone with his hands shoved between his thighs.

Millie was four drinks in.

Harry knew this because he’d been counting. He had gone to enough parties with her to know that she got a bit… loose once she’d had a few, and he’d taken it upon himself to keep her away from every man who dared look in her direction.

“Stop shooting daggers at everyone, H,” she’d complained, “I wanna dance with someone, but you’re scaring them off. They probably think you’re my boyfriend.”

Good, he’d thought.

“Mills, the men here look sleazy as fuck,” he’d said sternly, “I’m not letting you rub yourself all over some chav.”

“Well, I need to rub myself all over someone, or I swear I’ll lose my mind,” she giggled, her eyelids more hooded than usual as she leaned up against the bar, “you know how I get when I drink.”

Maybe he wouldn’t have normally responded in the way that he did, but he’d had a few to drink himself. The words were pouring out of him before he could stop them, his filter broken down by the whisky double he’d choked down earlier.

“Y’could dance on me.”

Millie hummed, slowly raking her eyes over him from his shoes to the stray curl on his forehead. Instead of giving him an answer, she leaned over the bar to whisper something to the bartender.

He wanted to kick himself. She’d said it time and time again: he was like a brother to her. He started running excuses through his head, things he could say to break the tension and make her forget that he’d ever uttered the words.

“Now that’s an idea,” she finally said, carelessly dropping a bill onto the counter beside her. Harry raised his eyebrows, shocked. When the shots she ordered appeared by her elbow, she slid one over to Harry wordlessly. He took it without hesitation, the burn of tequila tickling his lips long after the bitter taste faded away.

“A good idea?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. “Or a bad one?”

She had never looked at him like this before. Harry had long ago memorized every facial expression she’d ever thrown at him, and prided himself in being able to read her like a book, but this was brand new territory. Her eyes, which were normally bright enough to blind him, had darkened. She was looking at him like she could see right through his clothes… like maybe she wanted to see right through his clothes.

“Why don’t we find out?”

It had taken him weeks to stop dreaming about the way Millie’s ass had felt pressed against him, or how dewy her skin had felt as he ran his hands over it, but now it was all rushing back. Not even the bright spotlight could disguise the fire in her eyes. She wanted him.

But he couldn’t think about that night at the club, not unless he wanted to pop a boner in front of thousands of attentive onlookers. He delivered his speech perfectly, but on the inside his stomach was twisting and tangling into knots, and he hadn’t been able to look at Millie throughout the entire thing.

The rest was a blur. The deafening roar of applause as Stevie came on. The brief hug he shared with her as he passed the microphone to her. The hand he placed on the older woman’s back while a video montage played on the giant screen. More applause. Millie’s eyes.

By the time he made it offstage, all he wanted to do was shove his hand down the front of his trousers, but he still had one more surprise he had to follow through with. With his back pressed against the wall and a twitching hand on his stomach, he took a few deep, heavy breaths. He needed to calm the fuck down, or he was going to blow his load the moment he saw her in that dress.

“Shit,” he exhaled, closing his eyes.

He wasn’t near as composed as he wanted to be, but one of his security guards would be leading Millie backstage any second. He’d arranged for her to meet Stevie, something he knew she’d been wanting since they were children.

“Harry!”

He looked over to see his best friend galloping towards him, his frazzled looking security guard trailing after her.

“Sorry we’re late,” the man apologized, adjusting the walkie-talkie that was clipped to his belt, “she ran ahead and went the wrong way, so we had to backtrack and ended up getting lost.”

“That sounds about right- oof!” Millie clearly hadn’t pumped the brakes, barreling straight into him. If he hadn’t been against the wall, the two of them would have ended up on the floor. “You can take the rest of the night off, Dave.”

His guard didn’t argue, quickly spinning on his heel and leaving the pair to themselves. She’d glued herself to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his waist as she swayed them back and forth.

“Missed you,” she mumbled.

“Just saw you last week, Mills.”

“Yeah, too long,” she nodded. Harry liked the way the tip of her nose rubbed against his dress shirt.

He chuckled fondly, gently easing her back with his hands on her shoulders. “How’d you like my song?”

“H, I can’t even describe how incredible it was. Like… I’ll be honest,” she blushed, “you looked… kind of hot. But do not let that go to your head, or else I’ll chop off your bollocks.”

Suddenly, he was fifteen again, bouncing all over her bed and getting her in trouble. He was sixteen, preening as Millie complimented him from the passenger’s seat. He was twenty-two, filled with euphoria as they moved on the dance floor. He was twenty-five, looking at her silver dress and feeling the overwhelming need to kiss her.

She was peering up at him like she might want him to, wide eyes and tiny smile, but one glance over her shoulder told him that there were more important things on the agenda. Stevie was walking towards them slowly, her ridiculously tall heels causing her to teeter with each step she took.

“Don’t kill me,” Harry said quickly, “I have one more surprise.”

“Harry, what- OHMYGOD!”

Millie had thrown her hands over her face, cupping them against her mouth and nose. The moment Stevie came into her view, tears burned at the corners of her eyes and a few fell down her cheeks.

“Oh my,” Stevie cooed, stepping close and placing her hands on the younger girl’s elbows, “I know Harry’s a handful, but there’s no need to cry!”

“Heeeey,” he whined, but it fell on deaf ears.

He stood to the side and watched his best friend tell her idol about all of the amazing memories she had with her music. She told Stevie about the first time she played Landslide at her fourth grade piano recital, how she’d listened Edge of Seventeen on repeat for hours on her last night of being sixteen, how she’d written an essay about Leather and Lace for her creative writing class at uni. Millie’s hands were flying all over the place, clutching at her chest, in the air above her head, wound around Stevie in a secure hug. He’d done this for her, and there was no better feeling.

“Harry talks about you constantly,” Stevie smiled. Harry widened his eyes at her.

“Oh he does, does he?” Millie pursed her lips teasingly. “Hopefully nothing too horrible.”

“On the contrary,” Stevie’s eyes twinkled mischievously. Harry shook his head subtly. He’d given her a long and detailed monologue of his feelings for Millie during a particularly vulnerable songwriting session, but they had never mentioned it again. “He’s said only good things. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

Harry’s chest deflated with relief. He was going to send a very long, scolding text to Stevie later on this week.

When it was time to part ways, Harry left the two women alone to say their goodbyes while he made sure there was a car for him and Millie. They’d arranged for her to stay in his guest room, and all of her bags were already there. By the time she was walking over to him, mascara streaking down her face and a sad little smile on her lips, he was ready to have her all to himself.

“How’d I do?” He grinned, scooping her into his arms as she let out a shaky sob.

“I’m,” she let out a hiccup, “so happy!”

“Oh, Mills,” he cooed, rubbing a hand over her shoulder blade, “let’s go home, yeah? I can make you some tea?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered.

The pair began walking towards the back exit, clinging to each other. It made it harder to walk, being pressed together so tightly, but the thought of letting go didn’t sit well them them .

“My emotional Millie,” he hummed, “always so teary.”

“Shut up, Harry!” She cried as she slid into the car. He quickly followed, watching her buckle herself in and kick off her heels. “I can’t help it!”

“Didn’t mean it as an insult, babe,” the term of endearment slipped out before he could stop it, “means you’ve got a big heart. It’s sweet.”

“If anyone in this car is sweet, it’s you,” she sighed, “first, you fly me here all the way from London. Then, you perform my favorite song, and then you introduce me to Stevie Nicks… my absolute, complete, legendary-“

“It was nothing,” he said quietly, knowing that she’d never stop unless he cut her off. Millie scoffed, but he was telling the truth. He’d do anything for her, and if it made her happy, it didn’t feel like a chore.

“Nothing my arse.”

Millie had felt like she was high from all of the excitement, but the way Harry was looking at her was sobering. Despite the sharpness of his cheekbones and the hard line of his jaw, he looked soft, the pine green of his eyes turning to velvet.

“Why are you looking at me… like that?” She asked softly.

“Like what?” He mimicked the tone of her voice.

“Like…” she paused, gulping against a dry throat, “like you’re thinking about kissing me?”

“I am thinking about it,” he admitted, “I’m constantly thinking about it.”

She didn’t say a word, turning her head away and staring out the window. With anyone else, he would have been offended, but Millie was a deep thinker. She always took a bit longer to process things, lost in her own head. He twiddled his thumbs as they sat in silence for the rest of the drive.

He knew he couldn’t take it back. He probably shouldn’t have said it in the first place, but it was as if everything he loved about Millie had been amplified tonight. Hell, he’d just inducted a rock legend into the Hall of Fame, and all he thought about all night was her. She was in his head, in his heart, running through his veins, completely ransacking any rational thought he might have.

When the car stopped in front of his building, Millie was swinging her door open and marching across the lawn before he’d even gotten himself unbuckled. He quickly thanked the driver, scurrying after her like a madman, making sure to grab her forgotten heels before the car rolled away.

She had already walked into his apartment building, using the little fob he’d given her when he started renting in New York. His two level loft had an entrance on the first level, which is where he found her standing when he finally caught up. She was tapping one foot impatiently at his locked door.

“Mills….” he cleared his throat as he dug the house keys from his pocket, “I didn’t mean-”

“You didn’t mean it?” She hissed.

“No, no,” he rushed, “I meant it. I just, I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

Once again, he was met with no response. Millie pushed the door open as soon as it was unlocked, and he could hear her stomping up the stairs. He sighed, fighting the pinprick of tears that threatened to form.

Harry didn’t know why she was reacting this way. Sure, she’d told him just last week that she was like a sister to him, but the way she’d undressed him with her eyes earlier had given him some hope. Maybe he’d just imagined it, conjured it up in his head to cope with his desperate need for her.

As much as he wanted to follow her up the stairs, he knew it was a bad idea. She was angry with him, and he couldn’t figure out why, but leaving her alone to simmer down had always been the best course of action.

“Harry, what the fuck!”

Harry’s eyes widened. This was his first day back to school after missing an entire week, and he realized with horror that he’d forgotten to text Millie about breaking his leg.

“You just vanish for an entire week, and then you show up to homeroom with… with bloody crutches?”

“‘M sorry,” he ducked his head, “I fell off my bike last weekend, and we had to stay in Manchester for a bit to get everything settled. I swear I didn’t mean to worry you-”

“Worry me,” his friend rolled her eyes. They were only thirteen years old, but Millie was more terrifying than most adults when she was well and truly angry. “Understatement of the century. I went by your house, and nearly organized a search party when nobody was home! Have you even checked your phone?”

He hadn’t.

“You know what? If not texting me is so easy, why don’t we just never speak again?”

“Mills,” he groaned, voice cracking slightly. They’d both noticed that his voice was starting to get a little bit deeper, and normally she’d tease the hell out of him for a voice crack like that, but she wasn’t in the mood. “I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t change how scared I was when you didn’t answer me!” She huffed, storming off. Just as he went to follow her, the bell rung, meaning he was already going to be late. With an irritated moan, he hobbled his way to his first class, hoping to god his teacher would let his tardiness slide when she saw his crutches.

She had, and later that night, Millie’s flailing pre-teen limbs fell through his bedroom window, eyes filling with tears and apologies leaking from her mouth.

“I thought about it all day, and once I calmed down… I just missed you.”

He chugged an entire glass of water before slamming it on his counter, taking a deep breath. His ears perked up at the sound of footsteps in his hallway, so he turned around to look at her. She was still in her dress, but had wiped off her makeup. He swears she’d never looked more beautiful.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” she said sheepishly.

“I’m sorry for-”

“No,” she gulped, “you don’t owe me any apologies. I was just… surprised.”

Harry nodded, not knowing what to say. He watched his feet, wiggling his toes awkwardly as an uncomfortable silence fell over them. Millie was shuffling around as well, debating whether or not she wanted to ask the question she’d been wanting to ask for years. Eventually, she couldn’t contain it anymore.

“How long have you been in love with me?”

Her voice was loud, but the volume isn’t what startled Harry. Sure, Millie had always been straightforward, fearless when it came to confrontation, but they’d never had a conversation like this. People had teased them as kids, telling them that boys and girls couldn’t be just friends, but they’d let the comments roll off of their backs.

“I… I-” he stuttered, his tongue suddenly feeling like an anvil in his mouth.

“You… don’t hide it well,” she divulged, looking at anything but him, “you’ve always been like an open book to me.”

“I’ve… yeah,” he choked out, “I, um, most of my life, I think.”

She started crying, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes. He wanted to go over and hold her, like he usually did when she cried, but it was as if he was stepping into cement, absolutely rooted where he stood.

“Most of your life,” she echoed.

Harry rubbed a hand over his face, his skin feverish and beginning to bead with sweat. He needed to get out of his suit.

“I- you, yeah,” he croaked, robotically moving across the room to slip his blazer over one of the kitchen chairs. His legs felt like jelly, as if he’d completely forgotten how to walk.

“H,” she whimpered, “why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Why didn’t you ever say that you knew?”

Millie sucked in a breath, fiddling with the sequins on her dress. “I wasn’t completely sure. I mean, I was pretty sure, but then you’d talk about going on dates with other people, or… just, I had my doubts. But then tonight….”

“I was pretty obvious tonight,” he chuckled humorlessly, clearing his throat and scratching at his jaw, “and I never told you because… well look at us. We’ve never been this uncomfortable around each other.”

“H-”

“There were a few times I almost told you,” he gulped, “but… the timing was never right. You’d be in a relationship, or I’d be out on tour. It never lined up.”

This time, when Millie let out a sob, Harry didn’t hesitate to tuck her under his arm.

“You’re such a wanker,” she bawled, pressing her forehead into the skin between his sparrow tattoos, “obviously I love you too.”

Harry couldn’t breath. Had his heart stopped beating? Was he alive? Maybe he was hallucinating. The girl he loved, his best friend, was currently pressing her entire body against him, and she apparently felt the same way he did.

“How long?”  He asked.

“Most of my life,” Millie giggled.

“Fuck,” Harry wept, licking the tears away from his lips, “we’ve wasted so much time. Could have been together ages ago.”

She looked up at his face with a watery smile. “We’re here now. Still wanna kiss me?”

Harry leaned down and mashed his lips to hers in one fluid motion, loving the way it felt to have her like this. Millie was pushing herself closer, the pressure of the kiss making them both smile. She tasted like salty teardrops and toothpaste, and he probably smelled like a gym locker after loping around the stage, but neither of them minded, completely captivated by the feeling of finally moving their mouths together.

Once the floodgates had been opened, there was no way of stopping it. What had been a sweet, almost innocent embrace, was suddenly rough and desperate. Their soft touches were now strong and unyielding, calculated movements gave way to impulse and speed. They were like a river breaking free of its dam; calm waters growing higher and stronger until the tension became too much, cracking the barrier and releasing every single pent up drop. They were white-capped waves, beautiful and chaotic as they crashed against each other.

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Millie heaved, clenching her fist around the fabric of his shirt while he nipped at her jaw.

“‘Bout kissing me?”

“No, I mean, yes- oh!” She yelped, hissing through gritted teeth as Harry licked over the spot he’d bitten into her neck. “Yeah, b-but, also about what it would feel like to have sex with you.”

He’d been ignoring his semi since he walked off stage earlier in the night, but the moment she spoke, he could feel his cock chub up in his trousers, the blood rushing below his belt making him a bit dizzy.  

“Thought about that too,” he was hunched over as far as his back would allow, his craving to taste the skin below her collarbones much stronger than the strain on his spine.

“We should probably do it then, yeah?”

Harry moaned. He had been suppressing his inappropriate thoughts about the way she looked since the moment he saw her in the crowd, but now he could let them roam freely. He wanted to gather her hair into his fists, peel the dress off of her body, absolutely ruin her lipstick (he was a little bit disappointed that she’d wiped it off). He couldn’t wait to make his fantasy a reality.

“We probably should,” he agreed, pushing the strap of her dress down her arm, “only if you want.”

“Obviously I do, bloody bellend,” she said impatiently, undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, “god, this outfit was so sexy tonight. When you were singing, all I could think about was how bad I wanted you to fuck me.”

“I know,” Harry smirked, “saw the look on your face when I was done. Nearly got a boner during my speech.”

“The sex eyes can’t be tamed,” she shrugged, finally unfastening the last button under his navel. She tugged the material from the waistband of his trousers and pushed it off of his shoulders.

“Don’t want you to tame ‘em,” he growled, moving closer to her when the zipper of her dress snagged under his fingertips, “want you to keep the sex eyes on, and get this fucking dress off!”

When he finally got the zipper down, he practically ripped it away from her body, tugging it roughly over her hips and letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. Millie didn’t even have time to step out of it before Harry was lifting her bridal style.

“Don’t you fucking dare drop me!” She shrieked, lightly swatting his shoulder when he set her down on top of his kitchen table.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mills.”

She opened her mouth to tell him off again, but her train of thought completely derailed when he got on his knees and sucked her clit through her underwear. She couldn’t suppress her moans, especially as he swept the flimsy fabric to the side and really dug in, tongue licking over every bit of her and calloused fingers plucking at her clit.

Millie sighed feverishly. The rough texture of his fingers and the smooth wetness of his mouth felt practically angelic, while the sounds filling his kitchen were sinful. Wet pops of his lips and hollow slurps when he suctioned his cheeks in wre driving her hellishly insane.

“I can’t come like this,” she panted, “I want to see your face.”

He pulled off of her, leaving one last kitten-lick to her folds before rising to his feet. His lips were swollen and shiny as he undid the zip on his trousers, quickly stripping the bronze and black fabric from his legs. He pressed his erection against Millie’s sopping core, letting her soak into the fabric of his boxers. Everything was warm and wet and smooth, just like he’d always imagined.

“Let me fuck you,” he pleaded.

“Condom?” She asked, feeling her walls twitch as if they were trying to guide Harry’s cock inside on its own. “‘M not on the pill….”

“Right,” he swallowed harshly, “Okay, yeah. I’ve got to run upstairs and get one.”

“I’ll stay right here,” Millie promised, peeling her undergarments off the moment he was out of sight.

Whenever she pictured having sex with Harry, it was romantic; white sheets and fluffy pillows, a warm summer breeze, maybe even some scented candles and music. She certainly hadn’t imagined it happening on the hard wood of his kitchen table, but in a way, it was even more perfect.

Their friendship, their relationship was unique. They were two people who had spent the better parts of their lives dancing around each other, orbiting like two planets, feeling the weight of the gravity but never touching. It was only fitting that their first time together was unconventional.

Harry practically sprinted back into the kitchen, wincing at how cold the tile felt against his bare feet. However, he didn’t focus on that long, too distracted by the skin Millie had revealed in his absence.

She was laying down still, and her exposed breasts fell slightly to the sides, their undersides resting on top of her ribcage. She’d splayed her legs open upon seeing him, giving him his first unobstructed view of her heat.

“Christ,” he wheezed, “let me just….”

He ripped the condom package open with his teeth, slipping the clear latex from its confines and pinching it his fingers while he ripped his briefs from his body. He rolled it on slowly, almost teasingly, when he noticed Millie watching with an attentive gaze.

“Ready?” He hummed.

“Please, H,” she nodded, wiggling her hips in anticipation.

He gave her a breathtaking smile before pushing inside. She was so slick that he managed to push all the way in with one single stroke, causing Millie’s back to arch off of the table. Harry’s knees nearly gave out when she clenched around him, so he gripped her thighs and locked them around his hips to keep himself steady.

This had to be his favorite position.

From where he was standing, he could see the entire expanse of her body, laid out so prettily against his table. He could watch himself push in and out of her, seeing how his cock glistened with her wetness all the way down to the base, admire the way the flesh of her hips creased as they bent to accommodate him, watch her breasts bounce and jiggle with every thrust. If he leaned forward just the slightest amount, maybe he could even reach up to roll her nipples between his fingers.

Millie loved it, too. She liked the way Harry’s stomach muscles concave with each flex, the rapid snap of his hips affecting every nerve in his body. She absolutely loved watching a red flush creep up his chest and neck, the black ink of his tattoos standing out even more against the rosiness. Most of all, she liked watching his face. It was almost as if he didn’t know where he wanted to look most, his blown-out pupils flickering over every inch of her body.

The smell of sex wafted over them, sweet, sensual, and uniquely theirs. Their bodies were sticky with sweat as they slapped together, filling the loft with wet claps and breathy moans. It was raw, carnal, a complete release of the tension they’d been holding in for years.

When Millie was close, Harry dropped one of her legs to play with her clit, knowing that he’d find his release the second she found hers. Her lips were mouthing his name, but no sound came out. He watched, utterly bewitched, as her fingers curled into her palms and a strangled moan fell from her throat.

She gushed her release onto him, and he felt it drip down the fronts of his thighs as she tightened around his cock. He’d never made a woman squirt this much before. Profanities poured from his lips as he felt his balls clench, cumming into the condom with so much force that he had to bend over and rest his torso over hers to keep from falling over. His face was nuzzled into Millie’s breasts.

It was Harry who broke the silence after several minutes of shallow breathing. “Well, fuck, Mills.”

“Holy cow,” she coughed, “okay, first of all, I need some water, second, we’re doing that again immediately.”

He chuckled into her skin, nipping at her breast playfully before standing upright and looking between them. They’d made quite a mess of themselves, not that he minded.

Millie slid off the table, walking her shaky legs over to the sink, where she stuck her entire head under the faucet. Harry smiled to himself; seemingly, nothing had changed about their dynamic. He was afraid that professing his love for her might change the way they acted around each other, but she was just as silly as she’d always been.

“Millie, no! That’s so unsanitary,” a twenty-year-old Harry complained. Millie had just stuck her entire head into the unisex bathroom sink, chugging at the stream of water, “this is a karaoke bar, probably germs everywhere.”

“I was thirsty,” she informed him, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, “and there’s only one more person in front of me. How am I supposed to sing Stevie Nicks with a dry throat?”

“How are you supposed to sing Stevie Nicks when your voice sounds like a police siren?” He countered with a smirk. His best friend crossed her arms over her chest in offense.

“We can’t all be professional singers, you knob,” she bit out, swinging the door open with more force than necessary. She’d only had a drink or two, but Harry drank enough to make the room spin.

“‘M not a knob,” he muttered to himself as he followed after her.

“You sure are!” Millie called over her shoulder.

When it was time for her to take the stage, Harry made sure that his seat was all the way up front and his phone camera was at the ready. Millie had always been a horrible singer, but that had never stopped her. He couldn’t wait to post the video to his private instagram in the morning.

“Stand back, stand back!” She screeched, flipping Harry the bird when he started laughing, “in the middle of my room, I did not, hear from you!”

Her hair was flopping all over the place, hips moving back and forth while she hopped up and down. He wished he’d gone up there with her, wanting to wrap an arm over her shoulder or put his hands on her waist.

“I would cry… la la la la la la la, la la….”

He was in a perpetual state of wanting to be near her. It felt like it was part of his identity at this point. His name was Harry, he had curly hair, he wore tight jeans, and he wanted to be touching Millie.

Twenty-five year old Harry wished he could go back in time and tell his younger self that he’d get to touch her, whenever he wanted and for however long he wanted. He’d held her close while they showered together, placed a hand on the small of her back while she sifted through his dresser for pajamas to wear, and had her sprawled over his chest while she slept in his arms.

He closed his eyes, a smile never leaving his face as he imagined having her at twenty-six, twenty-seven, thirty. Maybe even fifty, sixty, and seventy. Trips down memory lane are much more enjoyable when there’s a future.

And yeah, he thought, revelling in the tickle of her soft snores as they puffed into his skin, there was definitely going to be a future.

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