#shooting star bou

[mask-of-prime]

VG: Kiss Me

It was past patrol hours. The Guard stirred, paced, and sparred to practice for their next missions. Any sort of trouble had been quiet for a while, which would normally put one at ease, but had put the Guard all the more on the lookout. They always made sure to expect surprises. Vitani gazed at the moonlight that illuminated the Lion Guard Lair, remembering a sweet, cherished, and life-changing night under this same full moon. She sighed sentimentally before turning away from the entrance, grunting as she plopped onto the podium-shaped rock that generations of leaders before her sat. She lightly doodled on the surface with a claw, not realizing she'd been smirking. Tazama, ever the observer, picked up on her leader's rather rare expression. Her watchful eyes causing a domino effect of Imara slowing her sparring to look at what Tazama was looking at, Shabaha noticing Imara looking away, and Kasi stopping her heckling of the spar when she saw it end. Vitani's heart jumped when her Guard was all suddenly gathered close to the podium. She quickly covered a nonsensical doodle she'd made with a paw. "...What?" "What'cha thinkin' about?" Kasi teased, placing her paws on the ledge. "Nothing..?" "We know that look. That's your Tiifu smirk." Vitani glanced away in thought, utterly lost about Kasi's logic. "It got me thinking," Kasi continued anyway, "I've always wanted to ask this, but... who kissed first?" The question riled up the others, interjecting their curiosity as well. There was no getting them off Vitani's back now. "I... I don't remember, we were just so lost in the moment..." "Come on!" some Guard members whined. "Guys, please! I need to retrace my steps. Let's see..." Vitani thought back to several months before. It was currently spring, now. and the memories traced back to that last summer...

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Vitani and Tiifu set their sights on each other long after the merging of the prides. For months they were both afraid to shoot their shot. Vitani's busy schedule filled with missions that took up most daylight hours, and Tiifu's training to be the healer of the Lioness' Hunt took much time to get properly acquainted away. Tiifu had always liked girls, but never found one who shared the same feeling. As a teenager during Kion's journey to heal his scar, she'd resigned to the idea that she wouldn't find someone, and that was okay. Not everyone had a lover. Until Vitani joined the pride a year later... Tiifu was floored by the former Outsider's seemingly polar opposite vibes from the rest of the native Pridelanders. It was a refreshing change of pace, and it awakened a wild side of Tiifu she never knew she had, being a sheltered, mild-mannered, and passive lioness. Meanwhile, Vitani never saw herself with anyone, and thought that mushy, goo goo-eyed stuff was only for her brother to revolve his life around. Though she'd long turned to a more peaceful life, she felt she had no true place to maintain that newfound restful, warless life. No one she'd already been close to took her out of that old life, and most of the lionesses native to the Pridelands were older, and traditional, only ever talking about things like grooming, hunting, and caring for babies. Until she saw Tiifu... Tiifu was like pure innocence and peace with a body, a rather curvy body at that. Vitani wanted to open her mind to a more positive, sunshiny outlook on life. A light of hope in dark moments, a chance to preserve one's innocence, something she couldn't do with herself as a cub. One day, and coincidentally that same, particular day, Vitani and Tiifu both confessed to their respective friend groups what had been wrong with them these past few months. ____ Within the main den of Pride Rock... "I really think I found the one!" Tiifu's tail curled up in excitement. "Who? Who is it?!" Zuri bounced eagerly with her best friend. "It's the new leader of the Guard! She's, just, so dreamy..." Tiifu stared off, it almost looked like stars glistened in her eyes. Zuri stopped bouncing, "That one?" "Well..." "Well, I think it's sweet." Kiara smiled. "You don't think it's weird? I mean she's, like, Kovu's sister and all, and me and you are, like, best friends..." "No way!" she placed a paw on Tiifu's shoulder assuringly, "And I've spoken to Vitani. She's a trustworthy, kind lioness." "I wish I could talk to her like you can..." "We can make that happen." Kiara turned towards ouside, "Come on, we'll take you to the courtyard and give you pointers..." ____ Meanwhile, in the Lion Guard Lair... "Every time I see her, I just... feel weird. I haven't stopped feeling weird. My chest hurts, I'm all hot and tingly. I must be sick or something..." Vitani shook her head. "Does she give you a bad vibe?" Kasi tilted her head, "Is she one of those stuck-up Pridelanders that gives us the cold shoulder?" "No. She... she makes me feel, I don't know, hopeful? Like I can't stop thinking about us in the future?" she then scoffed, "I feel like a creep..." "Do you think that this may be a crush? You remember how much it changed Kovu..." said Tazama. "Yeah, but... why me? I never thought I'd feel that way about anyone." she looked down, "I wonder if I even should, I mean, you guys saw how much just thinking about her's been distracting me..." "I think you should!" Kasi nodded. "Better to answer that feeling instead of letting it loom over you all the time, I think." said Imara, "Patrols haven't been out of the ordinary lately, why not just skip this one? Just, go see her." Vitani tried her best to hide a chill that ran down her spine. She worriedly looked towards the entrance of the lair. They were right... ____ Vitani gulped. Time to look for her... She ascended from the lair. She stared off worriedly before glancing around, not realizing how paranoid she'd looked. Her heart jumped to find Tiifu already very close-by. She quickly hid behind one of Pride Rock's walls. Closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. She took one final, big, deep breath before heading back to what felt like her hardest mission in months. On her way, her ears picked up rustling and whispering in the bushes beside her. She stuck her head into it. "Hi'ya, 'Tani!" Shabaha greeted with an eager wave, speaking a little too loud. A large paw suddenly clamped over her mouth. Vitani glanced around to see the whole Guard in the tight crook of boulders and bushes With the exception of Tazama, who sat up front with her head in the bushes, spying. "What are you guys doing here? This is supposed to be private!" Vitani hissed, fuming. "We just wanna make sure it goes well." Imara shrugged. "I thought you believed in me?" Vitani was baffled. She unsheathed her claws, "I, oughta-" Suddenly, Vitani felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. No time to bicker with the Guard now. “Hah, hi.” said Tiifu’s shaky voice. She tried not to lose her composure. “Uh…” Vitani’s wide eyes relaxed to a flirtatious smirk, “hey, there.” “Heard you got the day off…” “Yeah!” "This is just awkward..." Shabaha continued to complain, "She's killin' me! This love thing is messing Vitani up." "Quiet..." Imara said in a low, irritated voice. Tiifu swayed idly, “Do you want to, um… hang out? If you don’t have any other plans, of course.” "Yes, Tiifu, good start!" Kiara praised in a hushed voice. Unbeknownst to the Guard, Tiifu's very own friends hid in another bush just on the opposite side. Vitani tugged at a few clumps of fur on her chest. There was no turning back now. Either answer would change her life. A no would keep her in painful mystery for the rest of her life. A yes would put an end to the mystery, and she would find that this lioness was the ticket to a committed partner and a positive reinforcement in her life, or she wasn't what Vitani hoped she'd be, which would add to her pain. She was taking a long time, now. Tiifu glanced around at Vitani's body language nervously. "Uh, oh. Vitani's freezing up." Tazama reported. Concerned over Vitani's sudden silence, the Guard muttered amongst themselves. "Welp, we tried." Shabaha shot up and began to head toward home, "Guess it wasn't meant to b- G'uh!" Suddenly, Imara had gotten a hold of the Bravest's tail before she could make another step towards the direction of the lair. Having a story to tell was better than the torture of not knowing at all. Vitani took her chances. "I'm up for that. Sounds great." she finally answered. "Yessss!" Kiara held up a fist in victory. She and Zuri high-fived. "Where to?" Tiifu piped, hoping Vitani wasn't the one about to ask that same question. She truly had no clue where if it were her decision. "Hmm..." Vitani glanced to the side, bouncing a little. Her train of thought was bombarded when her Guard suddenly loudly hissed suggestions. "Lake Shangaza!" suggested Imara. "Mbali Fields!" suggested Kasi. "Lake Matope." Shabaha darkly joked, not taking this seriously. "Shh, shut up! Shut up!" Vitani hissed back, swatting threateningly in the Guard's direction. "I-Is something wrong..?" Tiifu could unfortunately see Vitani, who looked like she was swatting at the air. "G'ah, nothing..." Vitani shot a cold scowl towards the bushes, "Just a couple of annoying little insects..." "Oh." "She's not expecting Tiifu to know where to go, is she?" Zuri muttered to Kiara, "We didn't give her a plan." "We'll just come up with one on the spot, then..." Kiara turned to her green-eyed friend, "Tiifu, suggest Urembo Meadows!" Tiifu, unsure of how to not look like she was talking to the bushes, instinctively decided to just ignore them. Vitani stood up tall, feeling adventurous. "Why don't we just go wherever our paws take us?" Tiifu picked up on Vitani's bravado, "Yeah! Somewhere far, too!" Vitani nodded, "I like your style!" Vitani eagerly headed out the courtyard, and Tiifu followed suit. Both smiled at the beginning of what could be a beautiful evening. Kiara and Zuri simultaneously let out hushed squeals in pride of their friend. They hugged each other tight in glee. They slid out of the bushes, unseen and unheard. "I think that's our cue to give the two lovebirds some time alone." Kasi said in a low, hushed voice as she watched Vitani and Tiifu depart. "Finally..." Shabaha mumbled. "Have fun, you crazy kids." Imara lightly chuckled, glancing back before heading back to the lair. Being second-in-command, Imara promised herself to keep things in order while her leader was out. ____ Without a plan, the two lionesses headed northwest, and evetually stumbled upon a waterfall neither had seen before. It was a landmark of the Pridelands known by the name of Msingi Falls. It was basically one of the corners of the Pridelands, bordering the Outlands and Theluji Mountains, and seemed to be where water from the Great Big Lake had streamed. Tomight, the full moon glistened against the water, giving it an almost heavenly glow. It was strangely rather unoccupied, with the exception of various nocturnal insects that either created ambient chirps, or swarmed around the moonlight. Vitani had the idea to get a better look at the falls on the acacia tree that towered the cliff just next to the fall. She stuck out a paw to help Tiifu up the tree. The two gazed at the scenery and exchanged a few words, their hushed anecdotes and gossiping masked by the rushing water, giggling as their tails intertwined subconsciously. Soon, their mingling had turned into silent gazing, which turned into an excruciating silence as neither had noticed the other's face journeys. Tiifu eventually noticed a sullen look across Vitani's face. "Vitani...?" The lioness in question broke away from her racing thoughts. She turned to Tiifu. "I don't know how to put this, but... You're a little different than what I thought you would be. You're super polite, and very gentle." "Well, I..." Vitani sighed. "And you've been looking really uncomfortable all night, is the date not going okay?" "No! I mean, it is, I mean... Why would you think I'm uncomfortable?" "Well, you haven't been hiding your nerves well at all tonight." Vitani glanced away with big eyes. She was being caught. Tiifu giggled at Vitani's silly look, "You're funny..." "Truth is..." Vitani scratched the back of her head, "I'm not usually this gentle with anyone. I just thought you'd like that... as a Pridelander. I just thought my roughness from a hard life would be too much for you..." "Vitani, I like that rough side of you, that's what makes you you." The former Outsider was taken aback, pleased to hear that from Tiifu. "You know... I  kinda having that same thought run through my head," Vitani spoke up, "that whole different-than-I-thought thing..." "Really?" "Yeah... you're more gutsy and dark-humored than I thought. I kinda thought you were just nothing but a little ray of sunshine." "Funny thing..." "Don't tell me... you were faking it, too..." "Well, I wouldn't exactly say it was 'fake', but... yeah, I really wanted to fit in with you, y'know? I was worried you were gonna think I was lame." Tiifu glanced down. "Nah, you're not-" "Usually I am kind of a square, but..." Tiifu looked back up, "Vitani, you just really bring something out in me that I didn't even know I had. I'm sorry if I'm not who you thought I was." "No, I really like that about you." "The lying?" "What? No..." Vitani glared before returning to an admiring look, "You're kinda spicy, I think it's cute on you." Tiifu giggled, "If it makes you feel any better, I like your chivalrous side. It's kinda hot..." Vitani snorted. This one was funny. She saw Tiifu's paw slide close to her. With slight hesitation, Vitani placed her own paw atop Tiifu's. The former Outsider glanced up in thought, "To think we were both putting on a facade to impress each other. But, really we just had to be ourselves. But then, we realize we like these other sides of each other. It's like one of those drama performances I've seen around here..." Vitani snapped out of her rambling, "Sorry for talking so much, I..." "Please don't ever stop." Tiifu stared, eyes big, dark, and glistening like the night sky above them. Vitani gazed into Tiifu's dark olive green eyes, and Tiifu eventually found herself gazing at Vitani's stormy blue eyes. They absentmindedly leaned closer and closer, until they couldn't hold back anymore. Their lips touched. Pressing harder and harder. They leaned and tilted their heads and sighed in relief and passion. Gnats and moths circled around them and gravitated towards the light of the moon. The rest of the night was a blur to them. ____ "So... it was at the same time, basically?" Kasi tilted her head. Halfway through the story she'd been lying down, as the rest of the Guard were. "Guess so," Vitani shrugged, "Guess we were just so lost in our feelings that no one was really keeping track." "'Our feelings'..." Shabaha muttered and rolled her eyes, "Gag." "Anywho..." Vitani sat up and headed toward the moonlight, which had long shifted and illuminated other parts of the lair, now. "I think I'll spend the night upstairs. Pleasant dreams, losers." The Guard each bid Vitani goodnight in their own various ways. The Leader of the Guard hopped from the lair into the night, on her way to spend yet another memorable night with that very lioness. ____ ((Author's Note: To save this from seeming too out-of-order of the storyline, I made up the opening and closing frame of the story on the spot to make it look a little like a "Remember the time?" filler episode of a sitcom (though normally shows end seasons with this kinda episode lol) Also, the title of this upload is a reference to the song of the same name by Sixpence None the Richer, which has always felt very sapphic to me tbh Speaking of music, I'd like to think a love ballad musical number would've played before the part where they climb up the tree. Would've filled so many gaps and tied the scene together if I were a lyricist lol. I'm thinking the song would be about how they see themselves, their places in each other's lives, and if they're making the right choice Lastly, Msingi Falls is not a location seen in The Lion Guard. It's kinda my... idk my location OC I guess lol. "Msingi" translates to "base". Its multiple meanings will be evaluated on in future appearances Happy Belated Valentine's Day!))

[ringtrappedinamber]

Vignette 8 - I really don’t want today to end

Mio Side.

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Mio glanced at her hair and makeup in the mirror. She felt pretty confident! This was definitely good enough for filming. She turned to her mom and gave her a hug. 

Hikaru: “You’re heading out?” 

Mio grabbed her bag and turned to her dad.

Mio: “Yeah! I don’t want to be late!”

Hikaru crossed the room giving her a small amount of money. 

Hikaru: “Here, in case you need to treat them to lunch or anything.”

Mio grinned. She gave her dad a quick hug. As she dashed out her father turned to her mother. 

Hikaru: “You didn’t need to make her that cute, you know?!”

Miharu chuckled lightly. 

Miharu: “Isn’t it good? She’s been so depressed lately!”

Mio dashed down the street and quickly made her way to the train station. She had her hair styled in a side ponytail. She had a bit more makeup than usual. She was wearing a sporty crop top and some high waisted jogging pants. Something comfortable that wouldn’t get in the way of movement but that she didn’t mind being seen in! 

She clenched her fist with a confident smile. She wasn’t confident in much but Mio was fairly positive she was cute. 

She made her way over to the meeting point in town. Sy and Lobat were already waiting nearby. Leiden was wearing a collared shirt with an oversized cardigan over it. He had a messenger bag slung over one shoulder.  Sy was wearing a hoodie with jeans and an expensive pair of headphones around his neck.

Mio: “Oh! Casual clothes! You two look cool!” 

Sy’s expression turned confident and preening.

Sy: “I’ve been buying new clothes since my goal is to get a girlfriend this year. I’d say that my research is paying off..”

Mio grinned. She turned to Leiden.

Mio: “Somehow I thought you were the type to wear your uniform even outside of school.” 

Lobat: “.... Your opinion of me is pretty low, huh..?”

Sy: “Eh..? But we just bou-”

Lobat shot him a deadly glare which shut him up. Lobat looked back to Mio. He massaged his neck somewhat as he glanced away. Mio tilted her head somewhat as she walked over to him. 

Mio: “Hmm? Hmm? Got something to say?”

Lobat: “... I was just thinking that you’re pretty uhh.. stylish. I guess.”

Mio grinned confidently. 

Mio: “Thank you for noticing!”

Mio planted her hands on her hips, turning away and looking around. 

Mio: “So let’s get star-”

However her enthusiastic battlecry was interrupted by a powerful yawn. 

Lobat: “Tired…?”

Mio: “Hahah.. Yeah. I was excited last night for this!”

Lobat glanced her over, leaning in a bit closer. 

Lobat: “You don’t look tired.”

Mio bounced back two steps from him. 

Mio: “Y-You can hide a lot with makeup, my friend..”

The trio stayed busy for the next two hours, rushing around, getting shots whenever there weren’t many people around, and then reviewing the footage. Lobat took time to explain all the shot compositions, framings, and the more mechanical aspects of using the camera. Mio diligently switched between performer and director, constantly switching back between getting shots and then reviewing them and going over as much as Lobat was willing to explain.

Sy sat down nearby working on his remix. Occasionally he’d help Lobat to adjust the camera or to manage the timing on shots. Overall the actual shoot went fairly uneventfully. Once they were done they paused to load all the footage onto Lobat’s computer. He quickly threw the shots in order and added Sy’s sample version of the remix. 

Mio watched it. Even in this rough state she could already tell it was beyond anything she’d made so far. She picked Lobat’s brain about every detail of the editing. Sy helped with the audio mix and explained why and how he was making the decisions he was. 

Mio had a big satisfied smile as she leaned back against the bench.

Lobat: “I’ll get the final edit done tonight or tomorrow morning and send it over right after.”

Mio: “You don’t need to rush!” 

Lobat: “Trends are time sensitive. Even if this is a new version, we should still try to move quickly.”

Mio: “Well.. thanks.”

Sy sighed.

Sy: “I gotta dip. I’m meeting some guys from my class. We’re going bowling with some girls from Mrs. Marcedia’s room.” 

Lobat nodded. Mio flashed him a big smile.

Mio: “You got this, Sy!”

Sy looked genuinely moved by this simple act, to the point Mio felt a little bad for him. He turned and rushed off. 

Lobat closed his laptop. 

Lobat: “We can head back now, if you’re ready?”

Mio nodded and then remembered the money her dad had given her.

Mio: “Ah! We can have lunch first! It’ll be my treat!” 

Lobat massaged his neck somewhat. He looked a little uncomfortable. Mio suddenly felt embarrassed. Why had she just shot her mouth off?!

Mio: “Ah.. uh.. Maybe eating out with an underclassman is a little embarrassing..”

Lobat: “Ah! No! It’s not that.. Uh. I mean we’re clubmates, right? So it’s not unusual. We used to do it all the time last year. I was just thinking that I should pay for my own. I feel a bit bad taking money from someone younger.”

Mio laughed. 

Mio: “It’s fine! My dad sent it to treat the club members who were helping me out!” 

Lobat nodded and acquiesced reluctantly. 

Lobat: “Well, in that case, you should at least pick the spot.”

They ended up grabbing food at a food truck on the way back to the train station. The walk home was relatively quiet. A bit of idle banter about the food being good. Occasionally Mio would point out a place she knew or wanted to visit later. Lobat listened intently, even if he didn’t say much in response.

They arrived at the train station and boarded the train. Mio sat down next to Lobat. Their homes were in the same direction but Lobat’s was a little further. The rhythmic sound of the train filled her ears. What felt like moments later she felt a gentle nudge on her shoulder. She blinked and then sat up straight. 

Mio: “Eh?! I fell asleep?”

Lobat grabbed her hand and helped her up off the chair. He grabbed her bag and practically dragged her off the train just as it was about to depart. 

Mio: “Eh? Huh? This is my stop? Ah! I’m so sorry Lobat!” 

Lobat let go of her hand with a quickness as he held out her bag for her. Mio took her bag and looked up to him.

Mio: “Y-You can hop on the next train.”

Lobat sighed.

Lobat: “I.. live about two stops from here. The direction you’re headed is on the way. I’ll go with you.”

Mio: “No no! That’s not necessary!”

Lobat planted his hand on his hip.

Lobat: “You’re exhausted… If something happened after I left I’d feel pretty bad.”

Mio grinned and pulled up her phone. 

Mio: “I’ll call my mom to come meet me. You should go home! I appreciate you helping me get off in time, though!”

Lobat looked a bit uncertain but shrugged. 

Lobat: “I’ll wait here until your mom arrives. It’s not like I’m doing anything else.”

He sat down on the bench and Mio called her mom to come pick her up. She sat down next to Leiden. 

Mio: “I can’t believe I fell asleep, that’s so embarrassing.”

Lobat: “It’s not…”

Mio: “Man.. I really don’t want today to end..”

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[mikumanogi-blog]

2023-03-23  “I can hear the ocean” Tereblog 31 [ENG]

From a recording we did for Nogizaka Under Construction some time in September

 Studying while sitting in a classroom where you can hear the sound of the waves would be amazing wouldn’t it.

 Hello, I’m Ikeda Teresa thank you for once again opening my blog ^ ^

 From a young age I would often go to the ocean. My dad loved surfing and so we often went on vacations to the sea. I have a tiny bit of a dislike of sea salt but I would still collect so many shells that I couldn’t even hold on to them all and I would make things like frames and I would make a lot of sea products (?) from them for my summer break free handicraft project🌊‎🤍

 Maybe I have some link to the ocean!

By the way when it comes to swimming… don’t expect me to have a great time! Lol it’s important not to drown when it’s an emergency🫡

I feel like I broke my knees

 Kokoro ni mo nai koto, I heard that it has already passed 1 million views on the official Nogizaka YouTube channel👏🏻  ̖́

There have been many people congratulating me on Letters, as well as all the blog comments. It is thanks to them that I found out about it ＼(^o^)／ 

 Thank you very much! I hope to make this a beloved song for everyone and I hope to make the performance even better than it already is 🥹‎🤍

I look tired

 #terepantalk

I’m currently reading the blog comments, on letters you can send pictures and it makes it even easier to see what everyone is doing during the day (#^.^#)

 🍚Food that I saw

Katsudon (non-closed type)

Roast beefe don

Vegetables (With steak underneath)

Kaarage set meal

Doughnuts

Cup star instant noodles with a Teresa signature (←YAY!)

Meat with a lot of fat

Melon bread

They all looked so delicious, I’m jealous🤤😤😡

 I’m also going to answer some comments!

📮I watched “Nante bi da!” yesterday 📺 Shogun’s Tingatinga, I couldn’t help but laugh when they were talking about how they used seven colors only once and “Ano hi Boku wa Tossa ni Uso wo Tsuita” started playing. The staff really know their Nogizaka songs don’t they

(Blog name: Teresa no Fandom)

🕊 If we ever do an episode on “family crests” on that broadcast it is important for me to ask them to play ‘Unubore beach” lol when I think about it I have this image of a famous or distinguished bushi going “come on come come on♪”

📮 I’m so glad that the cutie Tere-pan don’t have vampire like teeth because otherwise you would be highly lethal (few)

(Letter name: Bou bou niwatori)

🕊Tere-pan isn’t a cutie, especially during a full moon… 🩸◥ ƪ(΄👁۝👁‵)ʃ ◤‪ 🩸

📮 I saw the MV for Kokoro ni mo nai koto’s MV!!!!! My favorite part of the MV was between 0:00-4:13!!!!

(Letter name: oyasumi)

🕊 wike

📮 Teresa, who’s your favorite character from Kuroko no basket?

(Letter name: hiru)

🕊Kuroko

📮 I’m going to ride IKEDA WAVE….🏄‍♂️

(Letter name: Chikuwabu)

🕊 The only thing you can do is ride this big wave (I said it myself)

📮 What is the last thing you order during your final order at Yakiniku?

(Letter name: Koori no Majo)

🕊There is no word such as ‘final order’ in my dictionary. I start with ordering white rice, and then I finish with meat until the very end

Thank you very much ( >ω< )

I’ll answer more in the future 📮💌🕊

Armin a good night

I love the setting sun, but I love watching it set over the horizon of a body of water even more!  On the day of this shoot the sun was shinning very bright over the ocean and it was gorgeous

 Thank yo-yo for reading this far ( ･_･)/-------◎

I’ll write again, so until then!

#Tereblog #31 (Terekara)

https://www.nogizaka46.com/s/n46/diary/detail/101311?ima=3106&cd=MEMBER

[taka-oneokrock]

....You're actually really cute when you're drunk, Taka ww

Well, thank you Bou. I still don’t think I’m cute but I will take it just today.

[natsu-day]

@shooting-star-bou

Any arguments in favor of belly button piercings?

[collectiveonesix-archive]

@shooting-star-bou said:

Fashion! 90s fashion!!!!

“Well I am pretty sure I could help you with that quite easily.”

[simplemadnesswoman]

shooting-star-bou:

I'm glad too. Did you ever....cover up the scars and try to hide them from others?

Tried, yes. Wasn’t ever very good at it, though, seeing as the guys always found out and chewed me out for it. I’m thankful they did now.

[hellcaster901]

Confession

Summary: After confessing feelings on the near death bed of Mando, things are silently awkward until things finally change.

Warnings: SMUT! a bit of fluff! 

AN: First Mandalorian One-shot. Trying to branch out. Let me know if this is something I should keep doing!

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I played with the Child on the floor of the Razor Crest, the small metal ball Din once gave me was now a fan favorite as I rolled it away from him, his little body waddling as he tried to grab it.

Ever since Nevarro, things have been… different. Ever since I confessed how I felt towards the Mandalorian there hasn’t been anything said between us since, and I’m sure this is what he preferred. I bit the inside of my cheek, thinking back on that day.

My heart broke as I watched her drag Mando in, pulling him to the tilted table and resting him on it. The shooting stopped for a moment as I ran over to him, kneeling by his side. “Look, we can fix ya.” I mumbled, reaching across the way to the bag I dropped earlier, searching for my med pack, my hands shaking. I froze as a gloved hand grabbed mine. I looked up, his head tilted towards me. 

“I’m not going to make it. You need to go.” He weakly said. My chest tightened as tears began to fill my eyes.

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m not accepting that answer.”

“You were just shaken up.” Cara added, cupping the back of his helmet to help him stand before she pulled back, bright red painting her hand. We both stopped, staring at one another, each of us knowing what this meant. I reached for my med pack again as Cara reached for his helmet.

“No.” He snapped, grabbing her hands, pulling them away. “You need to leave me.” He gasped, looking back at me. “Make sure the child is safe.” 

“Mando..” I whispered, grabbing his hand as he reached up, grabbing onto a necklace wrapped around his neck, tugging it off swiftly.

“At the Mandalorian covert, show them this.” He handed Cara a silver charm. “Tell them it's from Din Djarin. The foundling was in my protection, and they will help you.”

“You’re coming with us.” I told him, opening the med pack, “I don’t care what you say.” I couldn’t leave him, not after everything he’s done for me, not without telling him how I felt. I gasped as a ball of fire came through the broken wall, Cara grabbing my shirt and tugging me down on top of Mando as she covered us both, Mando’s jagged breathing filling my ears.

“Protect the child.” He told us,  “I can hold them back long enough for you to escape. Let me have a warrior's death.”

“I won’t leave you.” Cara stated.

“This is the way.” He weakly said. 

“Fuck the way, Mando. We need you.” I pleaded, his head tilting towards me. I could feel his eyes searching my face as I let the tears fall. “The child, he needs you… I need you Mando.” I added, my hand tightening around his. Another shot of flames came through the blasted door, Cara grabbing me once again as we covered Mando. I glanced up, seeing the clone walkthrough, his white armour painted with red on the edges as he held his weapon towards us. I was ready to duck, protect Mando the best I can as we met our end. But I soon saw the Child waddle his way towards the man, lifting his small hands up. I watched with amazement with whatever powers he had he used, the direction of the fire no longer coming towards us rather shot back at the trooper, burning the man in the armour. Whatever creature this child was, I can see why Gieon wanted him. 

“It’s open, let’s go!” Greef hurried, looking at us with a wild eye as the IG unit kicked open the metal grate. 

“Go.” Mando gasped towards us, squeezing my hand as he gently shoved Cara to leave. “Go. Take care of the child.” He whispered to me. Cara stood, staring down at him with sadness. 

“Din.” I whispered, his name leaving my lips before I even realized. A small gasp left his lips, the sound amplified by the helmet. I placed my hands on his helmet, almost imagining what his face felt like, wondering if this really is the last time I’d ever see him. “Thank you, for everything you did for me.” I watched as my tears landed on his helmet, rolling down the metal and landing on his cloak. I placed a small kiss on the cheek of his helmet. “I love you.” I whispered, pulling away from him, tears falling harder. “I’m sorry I had to tell you this way.” I didn’t wait for a response as I stood, taking a step away. 

I jumped slightly, the Child shaking me from my thoughts as he grabbed at my shirt, hanging on me, cooing. “What do you want.” I laughed, picking up the child and lifting him into the air, his smile widening as he looked down at me. “Is this what you wanted?” I laughed, he only giggled at me, as he let me move him around. 

After what happened with Gideon and everything on Nevarro, and the droid saving Mando, I was sure Mando wouldn’t want me on his crew anymore, considering what I told him. I was fully prepared to stay on the planet with Cara and Greef, planning on making it what it once was. But his simple question of ‘are you coming?’ was enough to know that I was still wanted. 

The child yawned down at me, his eyes fluttering as I tucked him to my chest. “Let’s get you to your pod.” I smiled. He cooed as I set him into his pod, the door sliding shut as I watched his little eyes shut.

“Is he asleep?” I jumped, turning around and seeing Mando stand there, barely hearing him make his way from the cockpit. 

“Yes, just put him down.” I smiled. He gave me a slight nod, turning his back on me. “Mando.” I called, surprising myself as I called his name. He stopped in his stance, his head turning towards me. I knew I wanted to bring up my confession, talk to him about how I felt, facing the fact that he didn’t feel the same way, but I needed to hear it from him. “Goodnight.” Was all I said. 

I was scared. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

--

I tossed and turned in my sleeping cot, harshly kicking off the blanket from my body with a huff. I couldn’t sleep, my mind won't calm down, the thoughts of what happened on Nevarro and the fact we were in this awkward silence frustrated me, leaving me over thinking everything I did and everything he did.

I swung my legs over the side of the cot, my bare feet hitting the cold floor as I stood. The oversize shirt I wore fell to mid thigh as I walked. I knew that I couldn’t sleep, and I knew that staying on my cot wasn’t going to work, so I might as well have something to entertain me as I was up at these hours. 

I climbed the ladder towards the cockpit, the door sliding open as my bare feet slapped against the flooring. I spinned Mando’s chair towards me, settling myself by sitting on my right leg and hooking the heel of my left foot onto the chair, my knee to my chest. I spun myself until I was facing the galaxy, the bright stars from far away blinding as we floated in absolute nowhere. It was peaceful, being the only ones here, staring off at the infinity of planets and stars. No matter how many times I saw this, it never got old for me. 

My mind wandered from thought to thought, of the Child, my life before this, to my life now and finally to The Mandalorian I travelled with. It was hard not to overthink things with him, with how silent he was and not mentioning what happened. If anything, it was like he was trying to forget that ever happened, that I ever confessed how I felt. Maybe if that’s what he wanted, maybe that’s what I’ll have to do. Just forget.

It felt like forever as I sat there, staring off at the galaxy, counting the many stars, or connecting the bright bulbs in my head as my worries and thoughts faded, my eyes drooping slightly as I curled into myself, my eyes shutting softly as I drifted to sleep. 

I groaned, rolling onto my side as I tucked the blanket closer to my chin, bringing my knees up as I huddled under the thin blanket, the thin cot moving beneath me as I found a comfortable position. I almost fell back to sleep, before I remembered what happened last night. 

I sat up in my cot, looking around, the lights from the ship giving me some room to see. I remembered going up to the cockpit, sitting in Mando’s chair and looking at the stars. 

“Oh my god.” I groaned, rubbing my eyes. I must’ve fallen asleep. How the hell did I get here? I blushed at the thought of Mando finding me in his chair, and I blushed even harder at the thought that he carried me to my sleeping cot. I don’t know how he went down the ladder, but he managed and got me to my bed in one piece. I pulled back the blanket, blushing even harder thinking of Mando seeing my bare legs out for him to see. This was all an embarrassing moment for me, thinking of Mando finding me and dragging me back to my spot. I shook my head from it, knowing he wasn’t going to say anything when I saw him.

I quickly dressed, pulling on the boots I had and searching for the Child. I climbed the ladder to the cockpit, my footsteps echoing off the walls. I quickly noticed the Child swerved as he heard me, gurgling with excitement and lifting his arms up. “Hey there.” I whispered, noticing out of the corner of my eye Mando turned slightly, looking at me. And just like I figured, he didn’t say anything as he turned back, focusing on where he was going. With a small sigh I picked the child up, placing him on my hip and turning towards the Mandalorian. “Are we heading somewhere?” 

“There’s a bounty I picked up from Kreef.” He told me, his voice filtered through his helmet. 

“Where at?” I asked, The Child grabbing at my shirt tugging. 

“On Arvala-7. It’s going to be a quick one.” I nodded, turning away. 

“Do you want something to eat?” I whispered to the Child. He squealed.

~~~

I stood to the side, arms crossed as I watched Mando gather his things together, ready to leave to collect the bounty. It seemed like it didn’t bother him as I watched, and if it did he didn’t care to tell me to stop. Watching the way he moved around, his cloak following as he turned. 

“I should be back by tonight.” He told me, turning towards me. I blushed under his gaze, my arms tightening around me. “It should be an easy bounty.” I nodded, watching as he got ready to leave. 

“Be careful.” I called, watching as he froze, his head tilting slightly towards me. “Please come back.” I know I sounded pathetic, and maybe I was, but I had to let him know I was here to stay and be with him. He only nodded towards me, stepping down the ramp.

Hours later from cleaning up around the ship, double checking our supplies and even our med packs, the hot sun turned the cool breeze of night, the ship darkening as the day changed.

I didn’t even try to sleep in my bed as I changed into my oversized shirt. I instantly made my way towards the cockpit, the ladder digging into my bare feet as I climbed. The room was dark, the open dark world staring back at me through the glass as I made my way towards Mando’s chair. I turned the chair, a folded blanket resting. My heart swelled at the thought of Mando leaving this here. I grabbed the corner of the blanket, wrapping myself in the fabric, settling myself onto the chair, pulling my knees up to my chin once again as I watched the open world.

It felt like forever as I sat there, wondering where Mando was as the night went on. I wasn’t waiting on him, as much as I tried to convince myself that’s what it was, I just couldn’t sleep.

I sighed deeply, shifting in the chair as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs and my head on my hands, watching as the sky moved above me. My mind began to wonder, thinking of Mando, wondering what he really looked like. Of course, I would never ask him to take his helmet off for me, it was the way, and the only time I ever felt that his religion wasn’t a good enough excuse was when I thought he was dying. 

My brain raked over the possible combinations of what he looked like. Did he have dirty blonde hair with blue eyes, or maybe did he have dark chocolate hair with equally dark eyes. My thighs clenched around the thought of the second possibility. I knew what his skin was like, I’ve had to patch his wounds more than one occasion, and each time never failed to leave me a blushing mess. He had this gorgeous soft tan skin, and it felt like it went on for miles whenever I tried to patch him up. The dark hair and eyes combo only matched with his skin. I knew he would never take the helmet off. Being a mandalorian was all he ever knew, and taking away what he knew probably scared him. 

I jumped out of my day dreaming as I heard loud bangs coming from below, heavy panting and grunts echoing through the ship. I stood from the chair, making my way towards the door, glancing down the opening and seeing Mando standing there, breathing heavy as he shoved his bounty, freezing him in carbonite. I hurried down the ladder, turning to see Mando groan roughly, his hand coming to his side.

“You’re hurt.” I stated, not hesitating as I turned towards the medical box under the bench.

“It’s nothing.” He shot back, groaning as he took a step forward, clenching at his side.

“Hush it.” I bit back, grabbing the med pack. “Can you sit?” I asked, coming up to him. I could feel the side eye he was giving me watching as I stood patiently next to him, not budging like I’m sure he was hoping. With a defeated sigh he went to the bench, a harder groan leaving him as he sat down. I kneeled on the floor, the metal flooring digging into my bare knees as I opened the med pack on the bench next to him. “Can I…?” I asked, pointing to his clothing. A slight nod was all I needed as I reached for his shirt, lifting the soaked material and seeing the deep cut on his side. I winced at the redness of his skin, and the dark liquid that dripped from the wound. “What happened?” I grabbed a piece of cloth, soaking up the blood, and cleaning around the wound. 

“He had friends.” He said, watching me as I cleaned up the blood, gently patting around the opened skin. I nodded, reaching for my kit. “Bounty was a little harder than I expected.”  

I worked in silence, closing his wound, stopping whenever he flinched away from me, or whenever I heard the slight hitch in his breath as I worked. With a wet cloth I cleaned the rest of the blood away, seeing the tan skin I was daydreaming about not so long ago. I have to say it now.

“I’m sorry.” I started, continuing to clean the blood off. We both knew that this was something he could do, but he let me continue.

“For what?” I glanced up, wondering if his eyes were really on me or staring past my head at something on the ship.

“For what I said… on Nevarro.” I muttered out, another blush rising on my cheeks, knowing this was when he was going to reject me, or tell me that he’ll drop me off at the next planet. Either way, I would get my answer. “It was… a lot, and it just came out.” I tried to explain, dropping my hand from his side, looked up at him, knowing this time he was looking right at me. I suddenly became painfully aware of my clothing situation, the shirt I wore hitched up slightly showing more of my thighs.

“You didn’t mean it?” I was taken aback at the question, not really sure how he was going to respond but I was sure it wasn’t going to be that question. I opened my mouth to talk but only a small gurgle was heard. We both looked back at the pod I placed the Child in, the door opened and the child sitting there smiling at the both of us. I let out a sad sigh, a small smile on my face as I stood up, trying to ignore the breeze that hit my bare legs. I reached for the child, his arms high in the air as he was ready to be picked up. I placed him on my hip, a tired yawn leaving his body. “I’ll clean up.” Mando spoke, fixing his clothes and standing, he grunted softy, grabbing at his side as he collected the med pack. “Go get some sleep.” That’s all he said as he cleaned up, turning his back to me. I held the child to me, making my way to my sleeping cot. 

“Din.” I whispered, turning on my heels towards him. I saw the way he froze at his real name, the way it felt slipping from my lips felt more natural than calling him Mando. “I did mean it.” I confessed, holding the child closer to me. I watched as he stood there, staring down at the med pack and letting my words process. “I’m not expecting anything from you, only that you know how I feel.” It was all I said before I turned back around.

~~

I laid in bed, the blanket covering me as the events that unfolded only a couple hours ago replayed in my mind, the way his skin looked, the way I told him how I felt. Everything. I took a deep breath, sitting up and shaking my head, my hair falling from the loose ponytail and falling around my face. The Child was no longer with me. His tiny body became fussy, no longer wanting to be with me as I was taking up his space on MY bed. He soon found himself back into his pod, his own area for him to spread out as much as he wanted.

I sat quietly in my sleeping cot, hearing the wind move the ship, the creaks echoing in my ear as they went on. I soon heard light footsteps along the metal flooring. I’m sure it was Din, taking care of whatever he needed to do, but I kept listening. Hearing as he moved along the ship, and soon those footsteps became closer and closer, the louder they got the more my heart raced. Soon the footsteps stopped, right outside my corner, the thin sheet metal that divided the rest of the ship to my personal space hid Din as he stood there. I sat up in my cot, listening to see if he was going to walk away, knock or anything. But nothing happened as he still stood there.

 I stood from my sleeping cot, taking small hesitant steps towards the door, almost like I was trying to pet a stray animal. When I got to the door, I took a moment, wondering if he was going to walk away, go back to how things were before and act like nothing happened. But he didn’t, he waited, almost like he knew I was standing right behind the sheet, both of us waiting for the other to move. And I did. I pressed the small pad, the door sliding open, Din standing there, the darkness hiding him. 

“Din?” 

I gasped as a bare arm reached for me, grabbing at the shirt and tugging me closer, my chest colliding with his strong chest. I was speechless as he wrapped an arm around my waist, his other hand snaking his way up to my face, his gloveless hand caressing my cheek, his warm fingers digging into my neck.

“You meant it?” His voice came, no longer hidden behind his Mandalorian helmet, his voice sending chills down my back as I finally heard it. 

“Always.” I whispered, too scared to move, afraid that if I move a muscle or go to touch him that he’d disappear, and it would be gone forever. 

It was like we were stuck like this, my breast pressed tightly against his clothed chest, his arm firmly wrapped around my waist, almost like he was scared I was going to want to leave his embrace and his thumb brushing against my cheek. I gasped as he moved his hand, his thumb touching the corner of my lips, his thumb brushing against the softness of my bottom lip. I reached up, wrapping a small hand around his wrist, my other hand pressing softly against his chest, my own heart racing as I felt his rapidly thumping against his chest. “Say it.” He spoke softly, his voice making me clench my thighs. The darkness of my room hid his face, something I’m sure he knew, but that fact that he felt comfortable enough to come here without his helmet on was enough to make my heart swell.

I timidly reached up, cupping his cheek with my hand, gasping softly at the feel of his skin under mine. His jaw was prickly, the hair he was growing poking against my hand as I moved it towards his hair. My fingers found soft thick waves of hair, my fingers weaving through, my nails digging softly into his scale as my hand closed around some locks of hair. He groaned softly, the sound sending chills straight to my core.

“I love you, Din.” I whispered. His breath hitched, the arm wrapped around me only tightened even more. His other hand reached down, grabbing a hold of my thigh, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. “You’re side.” I gasped, feeling the padding brush against my inner thigh

“I don’t care.” He whispered, his breath fanning around my lips, my mind going in scrambles as I registered how close his face really was, how close his lips were. “Say it again.” I pulled my hand from his hair, closing my eyes and letting my fingers glide over his features, feeling the facial hair he grew, the numerous scars on his face, my fingers tracing over the healed wounds.

“I love you, Din Djarin.” I whispered, cupping his cheek again. “I always will.” And almost like a dam broke, he leaned forward, our lips colliding. I moaned softly at the feel of his lips, my arms wrapping around his neck, my hand weaving back into his hair, tugging softly at the roots. He moaned against my lips, his hand squeezing my thigh as he walked towards my cot, settling me down softly as he crawled on top of me. It was a mess of excited, nervous hands as he set me down. My hands grabbing at his back, his hands exploring my bare thighs, reaching up to my hips, the shirt bunching against his wrists as he moved his hands up, his calloused hands rubbing against my hips and waist as he kissed me. 

He pulled away from my lips, trailing kisses down my cheek and neck, peppering kisses as he made his way down my chest, soft lips touching my collarbones, my thighs squeezing around his hips as he softly bit down on one. “Din.” I gasped, a hand back in his hair, tugging him up to my lips again. I don’t care how desperate I felt, or how desperate I was acting, but all did care about was keeping this man on top of me, and letting him do whatever he wanted to me. 

“You’re so soft.” He whispered against my lips, his fingers digging into my hips. I moaned against him, my back arching, wanting to feel more of his weight on me. Stars, he could crush me and I’d be happy with that. I reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging quickly, and he got the hint. He pulled himself up, kneeling between my legs as he ripped the shirt from his body. I quickly reached for him, stopping him from coming back down on me.

“I want to feel you.” I whispered, my hands resting on his chest. His hands grabbed at my thighs, wanting to feel some part of me as I felt him up. I started my exploration slowly, letting my fingers glide along his collar bones, feeling even more small scars as I continued. I mentally took note of that, counting each one I hit. I felt Din’s breath quicken as I traveled lower, my fingers brushing against his nipples, his hard body flexing under my hands as I tried to memorize how he felt, his smooth skin feeling slik as I continued to take my time. “You’re handsome.” I whispered, my fingers trailing down his stomach.

“You can’t see me.” I could hear the amusement in his voice before a slight hitch when he felt my fingers trace the band of his pants. 

“I don’t have to see you to know you’re handsome.” I whispered back, trying to imagine the look on his face as I teased him, dipping a finger below the ban of his pants, tugging slightly.

“You’re a tease.” he groaned, his hands squeezing my thighs. I knew I would have marks on them later on. 

“I want to remember this.” I giggled, dragging my hands lower, my hands purposefully dragging against his bulge. He groaned loudly, his cock twitch beneath his restraints at the touch. “Can I?” I asked, wondering if he could see the innocent look I gave him as I stared up at him. 

“Maker, yes.” A desperate sigh leaving his lips. I bit my bottom lip, slipping a hand down his pants, a bustle of soft curls brushing against me as I wrapped a small hand around his hardened length. “Fuck.” He groaned harshly, his hands grabbing my hips now, his fingers digging into my sides. I gasped at the roughness, my pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of him being rough with me. Something I’ll have to bring up another time. 

I hooked my fingers into the band of his pants, tugging them down over his hips, his hands quickly following suit and swiftly tugging them to his thighs. I swallowed nervously as I wrapped a hand around him again, feeling how thick he really was against my hand. How hot and heavy he was, throbbing as I touched him, wondering how in the hell he was going to fit this in me. 

“You’re huge, Din.” I shyly whispered, pumping him slowly in my hand, my thumb brushing along the tip, collecting the pre cum that was starting to collect. I wasn’t sure if he could see me, but the chance to not do this was slim to nothing. I brought my thumb up to my lips, dragging the salty mixture against my tongue, moaning softly at the taste of him.

“Did you-?” He softly asked, a whimper leaving him as I wrapped my hand around him again, pumping him a little hard this time.

“Yes.” I squeezed my hand around him, his hips bucking at the sensation. 

“Maker, you’re going to kill me.” He whispered. He quickly got rid of his pants, tossing them to the side as he landed back on me, grabbing my face with both hands and kissing me hard. This time around felt quicker, almost more desperate as we realized that this was really going to happen. He dragged his hands down my body, squeezing my breasts roughly together, both of us moaning until his hands got to my panties, hooking his rough fingers, ripping the material off of me, flinging them across the room. “Y/N.” He moaned slowly, dragging a finger between my soaked lips, coating his fingers, collecting my juices as he brought his fingers up, my hips bucking against him at the soft touches. I could hear the wet sound of him sucking on his fingers, moaning softly at the taste of me. “You tasted so sweet.” He whispered to me, but low enough that it could’ve been to himself. 

I gasped as his fingers found my clit, instantly rubbing small fast circles, my hips jerking against him at the sensation.

“Din!” I gasped, my hand grabbing on his forearm, my other one dragging my nails down his chest as he pleasured me. He growled at the pain, only quickening his fingers against me. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I begged. My thighs wanting to close, almost pull myself away from what I was feeling, but Din’s strong legs kept me spread, not budging as I bucked against him. His fingers moved against me quickly, two long fingers pushing at my entrance, stretching me open. “Stars.” I gasped, throwing my head back as he stretched me open, scissoring his fingers, feeling my walls clench around him.

“You’re so tight.” He grunted, his arm flexing as he held himself up. “So wet.”

“I want you Din.” I gasped, “Please, I need you.” I begged. It was like an animal the way he grabbed me. He growled above me at my pleas, I whimpered at the loss of his fingers gasping as he grabbed my shirt and ripping it off of me, our skin meshing together as he leaned down to kiss me, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hands grabbing my thighs and hitching them up around his waist, his fingers digging into the skin as he rubbed against me, his cock bumping against my clit, my back arching at the contact. 

“I-” Din mumbled against my lips, pulling away from me. My heart stopped, wondering if this was suddenly a mistake, something he was only doing for the hell of it. It was like all air was ripped from my lungs, waiting for his response. I could feel his eyes searching my face, I could basically hear the gears in his head move as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say, trying to figure out what his next words were. “I love you too.” He whispered. I felt my heart explode, the air that once left my lungs quickly came back. I pulled him back down to me, our lips meeting once again as he grabbed at my soft skin, almost memorizing like I did.

He reached between us, grabbing a hold of his cock, lining himself to my entrance. “Be gentle.” I whispered, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. “You’re bigger than I imagined.” I whispered shyly.  

“You imagined this?” He questioned, teasing me a little more at my confession. I nodded, trying to find the words, but my mind was drawing a blank as he rubbed against me. THe tip of his cock dragging through my folds and tapping against my clit as he waited for an answer. 

“You didn’t?” I confidently asked. He groaned harshly against me, lining himself up not giving me a warning as he spread me open slowly as he pushed in. I whimpered as he stretched me, I just knew that it was going to be a tight squeeze. 

He groaned as he slid in with ease, feeling like forever as he took it slow, letting me adjust to his size and girth. I held the back of his neck tightly, my other hand reaching down and grabbing his arm again, not really sure where to grab, but touching him was always the safest option.

It felt like he was splitting me in two, and it was something I wanted to feel for the rest of my life. I’ve never been stretched like this before, the way he was able to fit in me, a snug enough fit, almost like we were meant to be.

“You’re so tight.” He growled above me, his hand squeezing my thigh. I clenched around his cock, making his hips buck, more of his cock sliding in. I gasp loudly, arching into him at the pleasure. “I’m sorry.” He breathed, stopping his movements. I shook my head, wrapping a leg around his waist, tugging him closer. He bottomed out in me, skin meeting skin as both of us groaning inunison at how he filled me. “Fuck.” He hissed, dropping his head onto my shoulder. I could stay just like this for the rest of my life. This gorgeous man filled me to the brim. It was like heaven as he laid above me.

He didn’t have to say anything to let me know that he was going at my pace, letting me adjust to the size of him. I hummed softly as he peppered kissing along my shoulder and neck, nipping at my skin, raising his head. “You feel so good.” He mumbled against my lips, placing a soft kiss. “Never felt anything like you before.” I blushed under him, turning away. I felt him grab my chin, turning my head back. “You’re beautiful when you blush.” Din was a man with very few words, I always assumed it was because he didn’t care, but after this, I want him to talk to me every minute of every day. I pulled him down to me, my mouth to his ear. 

“You can move.” I whispered, biting my bottom lip in anticipation. He groaned softly, wasting no time as he slowly pulled out. I moaned, feeling the delicious pull against my walls. He thrust into me, grunting into my neck as he set the pace, our bodies merging into one as I held onto him, not daring to let go as he used me for what he wanted. “Din, you’re huge.” I mewled, my nails digging into his back.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned, grabbing my chin again and turning my head, our lips meeting in a fiery kiss, our tongues tangled together as he thrusted in and out, the head of his cock getting deeper and deeper each time. The fact that that was even happening to my body was enough to make my mind go blank. 

Din pulled away from me, grabbing the back of my thighs, lifting them towards my chest. I squealed at the new angle, his cock burrowing in a place I didn’t even know existed, hitting spots that made my body go limp in his hands. “Holy- fuck.” I gasp, the new angle deepening his thrusts. He panted, one of his hands leaving the back of my thighs, trailing up my stomach to my chest as he grabbed my breast, grabbing the soft skin.

“You’re taking me so well, cyar’ika.” I didn’t know what the nickname meant, but I still blushed, and the grunt that he said it with only made me clench around him. I was amazed with how he made my body react to him and the way his body reacted to me.

“You feel so good.” I whimpered, my hands fisting the thin blanket I laid on. His cock stretched me open, my legs shaking as he held them up them, his thumbs rubbing small circles as he thrusted. I needed more, I wanted more, but I felt he was holding back, not wanting to hurt me, or scare me away. I don’t think anything he could do could scare me away. “You won’t hurt me.” I whimpered, a particular deep thrust making my legs quiver. His thrust haltered for a moment, letting me know he knew what I meant.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He grunted, his hands kneading the back of my thighs, trying to control himself. I shook my head, reaching down and grabbing onto his thighs, the muscles flexing. 

“I promise you won’t.” I smiled, the pressure in my stomach building slowly but surely. “I want it too.” That’s all it took, the reassurance and he was gone. I never knew I was so flexible, but Din was able to prove me wrong as he pushed my knees to my chest, his hands gripping the flesh where ass met thigh as he pounded me. A small scream left my lungs as he worked himself into me, the sound of slapping skin and my wetness filling my ears and fueling the fire that burned in my stomach. All this pent up energy or anger for whatever he was keeping inside was all released as he fucked me.

“You’re so perfect, cyar’ika.” He grunted, his pace faltering a bit “Taking me like a good girl.” The praise made me clench, the fire burning hotter in my stomach. 

“I’m so close, Din.” I whimpered, my thighs tensing as it grew closer.

“Come on, come on.” Din whispered to himself, slipping a hand between us and rubbing my clit in time with his strokes, my body shaking. “Cum for me, cyar’ika.” Those simple words were enough for the fire to engulf me. I grabbed onto his wrist, a sob slipping through my lips as my orgasm washed over me, shaking under Din as I coated his cock in my cum. He twitched inside me, my walls clenching around him as I came down, my body limp in his arms. “Good girl.” He grunted, “Where do you-”

“Inside me, please.” I whimpered, my body absolutely spent. Those three simple words was enough to send him over. Small moans and whimpers left me as I felt Din thrust harder into me, his grunts and moans of pleasure had goosebumps rising on my arms as he twitched inside me, his cock spurting warm ropes of cum into me.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He growled, grinding into me as he emptied himself in me, his cum coating my walls in white, filling me up. He fell against me, holding himself up by his forearms, my legs stiff as I moved them back around his waist. 

We stayed like that, letting our bodies relax, trying to let our breathings calm as we laid there, letting what just happened process. I couldn’t even stop the giggle that came out, turning my head away from Din.

“What’s funny?” He mumbled against me, groaning softly as my walls tightened around his softening cock when I laughed.

“Nothing.” I lightly giggled, nuzzling into his neck, leaving a small kiss. “I’m just… happy.” I whispered against him. He chuckled lightly, before pushing himself up. I gasped as he slipped from me, already feeling the soreness as he turned my body. I hummed as he laid beside me, pulling me to him, my head resting on his chest, our legs tangled together. “I love you.” I whispered, a yawn escaping from me. My eyes became heavy, fluttering softly as my eyes closed.

“I love you.” Din whispered, letting his tiredness consume him.

[anarchistettin]

If you live in the Den/Bou area of Colorado and you'd like to star in an instructional video about preparing marijuana cigarettes, please feel free to contact me. Shooting isn't scheduled nor will it be terribly professional.

Ain't no money in it but we got food for you and it's a good time to make connections in a setting where everyone is focused on you not catching the plague. We also do a lot of dabs around here; hope that's okay

[radiorenjun]

Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn, comedy.

→ Warnings: Explicit Language. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Chapters: 3, 4, 5

"Okay, so, today we went out for some onigiris and lemme just say. These things are literally to die for!" you groaned exaggeratedly, taking out a packaged onigiri from your bag which you bought earlier. You were video chatting with your members, making them suffocate as they watch you devour the rice treat.

"Man, I wish we could've snuck in some back when we were there for our tour." Kiyeon groaned, wiping the drool off the corners of her lips. "Fuck you, y/n! I'm hungry now, and I just had lunch! Not even 30 minutes ago!" Haneul whined.

You laughed, almost choking on rice. "Look at the bright side. When someone asks what did I eat to become so attractive, I could just say 'rice'" you say with a smug shrug. "You did not just quote Jackson Wang while eating an onigiri." Jaehwa huffed with a shake of her head.

"And on the other side, package us some onigiri. Watching you eat in such an ASMR way is making me crave Japan food," Cheonsa chuckled. You took a big bite of the rice treat in your hand before shaking your head, "bitch, you wish you were me right now. But for unceremoniously embarrassing me-"

"Well we attempted, you ran away."

"Embarrassing me! I think y'all don't deserve this exquisite treat." You rolled your eyes when your members cut you off in the middle of your sentence. "Jesus Christ, I'll book a ticket to Japan right now and-" Kiyeon grumbled angrily, opening her phone to pretend as if she was purchasing a ticket.

"Don't be such drama queens. There's onigiri in nearby supermarkets, you could just buy some. Or even better, make some!" you laughed, throwing away the plastic wrapper in the dustbin. "Make some? Girl, who do you think we are? Gordon Ramsey? This ain't Masterchef. I ain't cooking shit if it doesn't mean I ain't getting some cash." Cheonsa sassed.

"Well, I-" you started before you heard a loud obnoxious groan that could be heard from the inner cores of the earth. "OH MY GOD," the male voice groaned in annoyance. Your eye twitched in annoyance as you let out a sigh, looking back at your co-star as you leaned back against your makeup chair.

"Y/n? Who's that?" Haneul asked. You didn't answer her as you continued to glare a hole into the boy, across the room from you,'s head. "Could you keep your masturbation down?" you snarled in annoyance.

"Y/n!" you heard your members scold in a motherly tone at your sexual insult but you ignored them. "ME? You're the one practically blasting your friend's voices up the roof, I could feel blood begging to ooze out of my ears." Jisung shot back.

"What's gotten your panties up in a twist, asshole? Forgot to take your daily dose of warm milk like a baby?" you hissed. "Okay, you two. Before you two start World War III in this here trailer I'm going to cut you both off and tell you that you guys have another scene to shoot." Your stage director chuckled.

You ignored Jisung's loud groan as you look back at your friends with a sympathetic look, "you guys heard the man. I gotta go," you smiled, your thumb hovering over the hang up button. "You better call us tonight, for real this time, y/n." Jaehwa jokes.

"Of course, even though you all treat me like shit, I miss you guys!" you exclaim with a giggle. "It's our job as members to treat you like shit. Plus you treat us the same." Kiyeon responded with an innocent nod. " What she meant was we miss you, too." Haneul gave the older girl a hard glare before waving goodbye at you.

"Bye!" you waved as your members did funny poses as they, too, waved. You giggle as you pressed the hang up button, putting your phone down on the table before walking out of the trailer.

As you arrived at the scene, your makeup artists touched you up with some small blush and brushes to adjust your hair and gave you your school bag. Jeongin standing with a bright smile next to you, "good to see you, y/n." he greeted.

"Jeongin, I literally saw you two minutes ago back when you were playing with your switch in your trailer." you chuckled. "Is it wrong for me to say hello to my little friend?" he smirked, holding the strap of his bag. "Little? I'm older than you." you laughed. "Older? Yes. Who debuted first, exactly? Me. So treat your senior with respect." Jeongin giggled as he got his props on.

"Alright guys, this is the scene where you two are just casually talking to each other and then Jisung runs up and etcetera. You know the drill, you read the script, now focus." your director announced through the speaker as he sat down on his chair.

"Lights! Camera! And Action!"

You clutched your phone as you layed down emotionlessly on the couch in your trailer. You just got news from your family that your grandmother had passed away a couple hours ago. Your mother called you to tell you the news in distraught.

Your sweet grandma that always forced you to eat whenever you were under the pressure of sustaining that perfect idol body. You felt numb and you didn't want to get up to shoot scenes anymore. You just want to be buried under layers of blankets and get up when all the sadness evaporated from your body.

But yet again, this is life. You gotta do what you gotta do. And you can't even go to her funeral considering you were hundreds of miles away and you have an extremely busy schedule ahead of you.

You heard the door open, your make up artist bowing politely at you. You sighed, getting up to sit on the chair infront of the mirror. "Miss. You okay?" they asked as they applied on some concealer underneathe your eyelids.

You hummed sadly, your eyes half lidded and looking down as you fidget with the script in your hands. You lazily flipped through the pages, trying to revert your mind away from the sadness in your gut so that you could memorize your lines.

When you were done, you head to the changing room to put on your costume before going to the makeup room to get some touch ups. Some of the staff questioned your silence and gloomy aura considering you would always joke around on set or make a member of the staff hault their movements to make some witty comments bout the script.

As you got your hair done, you saw your costar come in with a cup of Starbucks in her hand. "Rough day?" she asked, looking at you with hooded eyes as she sipped on her caffeine drink. You nodded slightly, trying not to ruin the hairstylist's work on your hair.

"Mood, girl. Director-nim says that we'll be shooting the next scene in ten so you have quite some time to pick yourself up." she informed as you gave her a weak smile in response. "Honestly, I wanna go back to sleep. Maybe go around to eat some mochi, I heard there's a mochi store nearby and it's to die for."

For the next ten minutes, you continued to hear her suggest all the good cheap snackstores around the area. When you finally got called, you forced yourself to get up from your chair and put down your phone and script on the table.

"I'm going to head out to buy those takoyaki balls outside. I'll buy you some if that'll cheer you up, my treat." she nudged you side with a soft smile which you gave her a small chuckle before shaking your head sadly. "No thanks. I don't feel like it." You walked out of the make up room and onto set.

You were immediately approached by the director telling you what to do in the following scenes, you just gave him a small hums and nods whenever he finishes his sentences.

"Looks like little y/n is out of it, today." Jisung snickered behind your back, making you let out a small huff before clenching your fists to calm yourself down. "Wow. No comebacks? Must be my lucky day!" he exclaimed.

You ignored the smug boy before walking infront of the camera and nodding at the directors that you were ready.

"Are you on your period or something?" Jisung asked as he stood beside you near the bus stop on the way to the hotel. You've been tormented through the day with his harsh remarks and the sadness in your gut just deepened.

You couldn't wait to be engulfed in the warm sheets and cry your frustrations out. You felt like you were bout the burst out sobbing at any moment. "Fuck off, Han. I'm not in the mood." you muttered under your breath.

"Oh, so you finally started talking again? What's got your panties in a twist, Huh?" he chuckled.

It may be because of pure exhaustion, but your vision blurred shortly and for a split second, you saw your grandmother smiling at you with a tray of your favourite treat in hand. Her voice crystal clear as she spoke the words "Y/N, come and eat!" which lingered in your mind.

You shook your head as you felt your eyes tear up. You can't just stand here and wait for the bus and continued to be harassed by this donkey any longer. "I said, fuck off, Han. I'm not in the mood." you said in a much bolder tone as you started to walk away.

And it didn't take long for Han Jisung to catch up on your tail. "What's up with you being all sad and shit the whole day? It's funny to see you like this. Did sad hours open early for you? Seriously, you're acting like somebody died or so-"

"I SAID, FUCK OFF, HAN. IM NOT IN THE MOOD."

You turned to look back at him with your eyes bloodshot red and your bottom lip trembling pathetically. You gazed at his shocked expression before relaxing your gaze and sniffed, covering your face with your scarf as you shivered at the cold wind.

"Leave me alone, Han Jisung. Please. " you sniffed before walking away from the baffled bou who stood there frozen in shock. He didn't even notice the bus that he was waiting for the past ten minutes had finally arrived.

"Hyung!" a voice snapped him out of his trance, making him look back to see his little maknae waving at him in line of the bus. He turned, hoping to see your small figure slowly disappearing but you were long gone.

He sighed as he walked towards the bus and sat next to Jeongin who continued to babble about who knows what. But the only thing Jisung couldn't stop thinking bout was your form trembling on the brink of tears.

this was so bad lol

[m-a-d-or-d-i-e-blog]

@shooting-star-bou I've got a perfect son, great family, and fabulous man. Not to mention a career I love!

[diru-shinya]

Happy happy birthday, Senpai!!!! Hope you had a wonderful great day, and if you have any cake wishes, just tell me!

Thank you so much Bou, you’re such a cutie! I feel bad for making cake requests two days late, but I trust your culinary skills to come up with something amazing! You’re the master after all!

[taka-oneokrock]

Omg....! CONGRATULATIONS TAKA!!!!! I will make a pre-wedding cake ww

Thank you so much Bou! And it would be awfully nice of you if you made a pre-wedding cake.

[natsu-day]

@shooting-star-bou

I hope you will survive!!

[collectiveonesix-archive]

Scooter bike thing for TAMAJI!

Send 🏍 to go for a ride with my Muse

Despite the fact that he and Bou had often taken rides together on his scooter, he was like clockwork, reciting what Bou had to remember to do. "Is your helmet on properly? Remember to keep your feet still, and hold on to me."

[simplemadnesswoman]

......That moment when my uncle reblogs a porn gif from me....

In my defense, I don’t pay attention to who posts what I reblog most of the time.(｡•́︿•̀｡)