#so i'll go back to posting again tomorrow‚ you'll see me after a good night's sleep ^^ 🩷

[le-velo-pour-dru]

*Girl who hit post limit at 2 pm earlier today voice* Hi guys :0

[animehideout]

A Deal ( Ryomen Sukuna X Reader )

Part 5

part 6 here.

Part 4 here.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this part as well, sorry for taking too long to post this chap. →Since I didn't choose the ending yet, would you like a HAPPY ending ( with either Sukuna / Gojo ) or ANGST ??? ✨

you can vote here concerning the ending

Warnings: SMUT NSFW MDNI , oral sex giving 🔞⚠️

“I won't allow it.. Y/n won't leave with you” said Sukuna as his intimidating form approached both of you.

Turning his hands into fists, “With this treasure.. I summon..” started Megumi, but you quickly stopped him, and stood in front of him.

“Hah! summoning Mahoraga? is this how you thank me for giving you your body back.. completely harmless? how foolish” Mocked Sukuna.

“HE WILL LEAVE” you said, trying to protect Megumi, you turned around facing him “Go Megumi I-”

“No, not without you..”

“No please, trust me” you whispered, giving him a comforting smile.

One of Sukuna's four arms reached yours, pulling you to stand next to him. His second arm wrapped tightly around your waist,

“See Megumi! she is my property now..so you better leave before my mercy fades away”

You gulped as Sukuna started threatening your bestfriend, your eyes pleading him to leave this cursed place. You nodded trying to tell him that you'll be okay. Finally, after putting all of your nerves on the edge, Megumi left.

A wave of relief and depression washed over you. Relieved that Megumi is finally free, safe and soon he'll be reunited with your loved ones. But depressed because now you're utterly and completely alone. Before despite Sukuna taking control over Megumi's body, you still can feel him there, hiding somewhere deep.

A teat rolled down your cheek, oh how much you wanted to leave with him, and pretend that all of what happened was just a nasty nightmare and finally you'll be in Gojo's embrace all safe and sound.

“You agreed to let me see them one last time, why did you change your mind now?” you said in a monotone, eyes looking down.

“Huh? who said I changed my mind? I'm keeping my promise, but you won't go woth Megumi cuz I'm the one who'll be taking you, wait for you and leave again with you” he explained.

“Aren't you scared that Jujutsu sorcerers might execute you? you know they'd be prepared” you asked

“Me? scared of humans? Don't be silly now little one” he answered in a mocking low-tone.

His grip tightened around you, his other arms turned your body, your chest bumping with his. The moment you made eye contact with his glowing red eyes, electricity ran through your system, heart almost jumping out of your throat, his huge up close form scared you away and now you realize how silly you were to ask a stupid question like that...He is indeed the King Of Curses.

You flinched away but he held you in place,

“No don't be scared now, kitten. You know I won't kill you” he laughed enjoying your intimidated face, “I'll keep on sparing your soul as long as you keep behaving like the good girl you are ..right ? my sorcerer? ”he added.

Your hands shaking, forehead dripping with cold sweats, you couldn't do anything but nod.

“W-when are we g-going?” you managed to ask.

“Tomorrow night ..I take you to Jujutsu high”

A flame of hope lit up in your heart, maybe Jujutsu sorceress do something maybe, Gojo doesn't hold back like last time cuz it was Megumi's body and kill Sukuna this time. Maybe finally he'll free you from your misery, and wakes you up from this horrible nightmare, so you can live in your sweet dream that you've had with Satoru.

His long fingers reached your face, running his sharp fingernails on your soft skin and your jawline leaving a trace,

“But for now why don't you focus on me” he started.

“not again” you thought to yourself, you were already sore he just fucked you moments ago, your legs still shaking. As much as he filled you with pleasure you won't let him inside you this time.

“Don't you want to have a taste of this?” he added, taking off what was covering his bottom side revealing his two huge cocks.

You almost shocked at the sight if them, your mind running with thoughts wondering if he could fit both of them in your little hole. If he does, he won't only stretch you out he will tear you in half.

As much as you hate it, you couldn't help all the nasty ideas you've got only by one look, eager to test it.

“Like what you see? now why don't you get on your knees and please me? this body must be worshipped by someone and that someone is..you” he smiled,

as he sat on the edge of the bed pushing you down in a kneeling position,

“Let me see you struggle to fit all of this inside your pretty mouth”

Your hands found their way around his first cock while your mouth welcomed his second. Your fingers ran along his hardening length, rubbing it. Trying to please both of them equally.

His hand held the back of your head pushing you forward making his dick go deep inside your throat, making you choke and gag, tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to suck all of him.

Groans and low growls escaped his mouth from all the pleasure, throwing his head back driven by the thoughts of you swallowing his real body's seeds,

“Come on little sorcerer... don't fucking stop”

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[halaboyz]

to yours, jongho

ateez busker! jongho x gn! reader fluff, angst wc: 1.8k warnings: injured reader (wheelchair-user and is said, described a few times) a/n: another inspired by one episode in the kdrama called 'tomorrow'; song has no connection to the storyline! only this song was used for the plot in the kdrama itself, and it's good! + lyrics used in the fic are from random songs, i will input it after the fic. thank you!

"How was everyone's day today? It's almost time to finally rest our eyes and end the day. There is a saying by Talmud, that rather regretting things that happened, regret the things that have yet to happen and haven't done yet. The last song for today is..."

The lady behind the radio solemnly introduces the song but it quickly fades as the bus zooms away, leaving you alone under the heavy drops of the pouring rain.

Just there. Sitting on the your wheelchair beside the bus stop, letting yourself get rained on, hopeless, tears mixing with the drops of rain in your cheeks. It was almost midnight and not even going home was on your mind, nor finding a shelter to be under in.

It felt like it was you against the world. The only thing that made you happy, dancing, was now impossible and out of reach just because of a single injury.

You glance at your casted foot and braced knee, prompting more tears to flow out of your eyes. You thought you've ran out of tears when you got your injury, your eyes seemed to always prove you wrong.

Your thoughts come to a stop when someone reaches out an umbrella over you, letting the rain fall on his back. You reluctantly and emotionlessly face the person, quietly asking him what he needed.

Surely, he's not a thief- if he wasn't dumb enough to see you still on your hospital dress.

"I'm busking near Han River tomorrow night, same time. Do you want to come?" He tries to be cheerful as he offered, his voice soft.

"Sorry. I don't have time for that." You turn, ignoring his presence again and facing in front.

"You have a whole day to decide, you shouldn't give me an answer now. It feels like you're not interested and it hurts. Do I look like I'm not a good singer?" He jokes around, but your face doesn't even budge for a small smile. He awkwardly coughs, regaining his composure. "Come on, I'll give you a VIP spot, just for you!"

"I told you I don't have tim-,"

"If you go around the corner of the convenience store there, you'll find me. Not if it's raining this hard, though! I'll have to cancel and move it to the next night. I'm a pretty famous busker there, so make sure you go early! I'm expecting you!" He blabbers, almost not making you understand.

He quickly hands you his umbrella and runs through the rain, crossing the road safely as your eyes only follow him.

When he's out of sight, your eyes trail to his umbrella, yellow brightly lighting under the lamp post.

Tomorrow's another day. Written on one side of the umbrella, with a drawing of a sun plastered beside the words, you sigh.

"Right. Another day."

It felt like it was just a blink. Did you even sleep? You rise on your hospital bed, finally zoning back in reality.

"Good you're awake. I just finished your discharge papers. Secretary Jeong will be outside after you've changed. I need to go to my office for more paperworks. Make sure you're not a pain in the ass like last night." Your mom only carelessly caresses your hair before leaving, leaving you on your bed.

Your eyes trail outside the window, sun brightly beaming its last hour.

You sigh, calling a nurse to help you around to change your clothes instead. When you were done, you were assisted out of the ward in a wheelchair, getting passed onto your family's secretary.

By the time you got home, there was nothing to do but to stare outside the window. Doors locked, eyes were on you 24/7. The sun sets in front of your eyes and it makes you dread the incoming day once again, the moon isn't even up yet.

You hear a knock outside your door, but you didn't bother even answering, knowing all too well that it didn't matter if you did. They'll force their way in, anyway.

"It's Secretary Jeong, y/n, it's late and you haven't taken any meals for today." The second you glance at the clock, it was already eight in the evening. Your eyes go back to the window, and the moon was already up. Although you swore you just saw the sun setting a minute ago. "Do you want anything?"

The secretary doesn't even expect any answer from you, but stays behind you anyway.

"Fresh air. Outside." You simply say, not even glancing at the secretary.

"You know I can't do that."

"Then try not asking next time." The oh-so-sweet attitude of yours was now long gone. As you glared at the window after being ticked-off, Secretary Jeong sighs.

"Fine. As long as this doesn't reach your mom, okay? And please, no wheeling away."

You and Jeong, as you like to call him, drive to the nearest park in your house, which is coincidentally the Han river park.

He takes you around to get the fresh air you've been wanting, holding your wheelchair tightly at all times. You do nothing and plan nothing but to admire the night view, trying to cheer yourself up.

"..Mic check, mic check..." A loud and clear voice followed by numerous cheers perk your interest in one corner of the park, and you let out a small chuckle. Jeong double checks if he hears right, furrowing his brows.

Your eyes wander around and you see the convenience store in another corner, and a forming crowd in another side.

"Right. Can I watch?" You go back to having a poker face, glancing at him. He reluctantly nods and pushes your wheelchair on a side where the crowd can't trample on you, but the singer is visible anyway.

"Then, I'll start now. Please look and listen to us prettily," He smiles and points at the people behind him having cajon and a piano on the side. He looks around first with the goal of finding someone before sighing and prepping.

A rose blossoming among the concrete Please be alive Thrive and grow, don’t snap A blanket of thorns How tough it must’ve been Thank you for standing strong

He starts off solemn, cheery. He gains a few more people to listen and interestingly look at him, singing along and waving along. The lyrics hit you like a brick, making you sigh. You enjoy the way the words flow out of his lips melodically, like it was so easy to do in real life.

“I didn’t want any of this” I can say I can hate but nothing will change Looking back now I see the me with eyes forward Standing strong getting’ by moment to moment Didn’t think much just believed in me ... I’m a rose among the concrete Until this bleak city becomes filled with color I’ll keep my head up, stand my ground until the very end Until they get drunk off of my scent and smile

When he finished the song, he gained a loud cheer and applause, making him shyly succumb behind the thin mic stand while muttering continuous thank you's.

"Okay. That was our first song," He smiles, eyes still looking around. When he finally sees someone sat on a wheelchair just behind the crowd, he finally heaves a sigh of relief and smiles at you. "It's not the end of the world. You can bloom even in the smallest things, unexpected places. You can cry, you can take a break. As long as you don't give up, the world will be a better place."

He doesn't break eye contact as he says everything, smiling at you and then back to the crowd as if he didn't do anything such as change your life by helping you.

"Okay, next song!"

Jeong takes a good look at you, because finally, after weeks, there was a smile on your face and as much as his phone was getting bombarded by your mother's calls, he couldn't care a second.

"Let me finish another song and then we'll wrap up for today. Again, tonight too, it has been Choi Jongho, everybody. Thank you!" All that mattered was his name. He still introduced the ones that came with him, though. You just didn't care.

Though a permanent scar May be the price of holding you I'll give my all to you, to you ... So you won't get any scars, I'll hold you Even when I'm hurt, I'll guard you No need to worry, I'm here for you Look at my smile, it's my all for you When all lights fade When I sink to the ground When I drown in despair I'll still hold you close

"Did you enjoy? I thought you didn't have time?" Jongho, after fixing his things and bidding goodbye to his group, has come and smile brightly at you. "I told you I had a place for you. If you came a it earlier and where I can see you, I would've placed you there beside us."

Jeong only walks a few steps away in confusion for your privacy, still keeping his eyes on you.

"Who did you come with? Who's he?" Jongho curiously looks at the man, and Jeong only looks back. When he gets no answer, he takes his eyes back on you. "Are you that starstruck?"

"Thank you." You smile, "I actually didn't remember until awhile ago, when I was already here and you were already starting. I'm glad I wanted fresh air. I'm glad I was taken here. I'm glad to hear you sing. But most importantly, I'm glad that you had the most melodic voice I ever heard." You joke around, chuckling. He also laughs wholeheartedly, smiling at you.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it too, then."

"Those songs too... Thank you. I'm not saying you sang it for me, but it definitely did its part for me. So thank you, Mister Choi Jongho." He gives you a small smile and extends his hand for you to shake.

"I believe I deserve an incentive." He sharply inhales and glares jokingly at you.

"Oh. Right. I don't have anything on me, but Jeong will." You were about to signal for Jeong when he takes your hand, shaking it.

"I was joking. Your name will do. So let's start again. Hi, I'm Choi Jongho and you're...?" Jongho smiles expectantly, waiting for you.

As your name slips out of your lips, he shakes your hand mumbles a nice to meet you.

"Don't you think you owe me another one for my umbrella?" He shakes his head, looking down on his feet. You chuckle, asking him what he wanted.

"Is it finally money because I can call Jeong,"

"Your number and maybe a few dates?" He mumbles, looking wherever except your eyes.

It takes you a few seconds before you break into a genuine smile, reaching for his phone in his hand.

"There." You give it back to him and he squeals internally, giddily on his toes and checking his phone.

"Okay, maybe that umbrella- I just found it on the lost and found area. But it served great purpose!" You gasp at the confession, finally laughing at your heart's content.

Because finally, even when you thought your world has just been broken down to pieces, an angel has come and saved you.

h1key - rose blossom young k - guard you

*i got all english lyrics from genius!

[athanza]

Starlett - Final part

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, romance, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

2077

That night, after dinner, Irene found Cooper on the sofa with Janey asleep on his lap, watching an old noire film with the volume down low.

"Thank you very much for dinner Mr. H- Cooper." She corrected herself, speaking low so as not to wake Janey. "It was lovely."

He looked up as she walked over. "It was no trouble at all. Janey loved having you here."

She smiled at his daughters sleeping face as she sat down on the edge of the sofa. "You've got a good kid there."

He looked down at her proudly. "Yeah, I sure do."

"She reminds me of my baby sister, she lives with my folks in Sacramento. I don't get to see her much anymore with my work and everything with Frank and Lee. It'll be good to see her again."

"How long has it been?"

"Almost 2 years. I know my sister resents me for how much I'm away, but hopefully that'll change now that I'll be away from Frank, at least until the divorce proceedings." She sighed with uneasiness.

"You'll be fine." Said Cooper encouragingly. "You're stronger than you think."

"Ditto." She smiled warmly. "And don't worry about Janey, you both love her so much. She'll understand when she's older, I promise."

He smiled, touched by her words. "Thank you."

She looked into his eyes and saw something she never had, a good man, a man who loves unconditionally and stands up for his family.

She, just for a moment, imagined what it would be like if he was her husband instead of Frank, if Janey were their daughter, if this was her life and not the daily abuse she had been going home to every night.

She could feel emotions begin to well behind her eyes and she snapped out of it before she embarrassed herself.

"Well, I should get some sleep, I'll be leaving early tomorrow. Thank you again."

The warmness that emanated from her was a welcome comfort in the midst of everything that had happened in the last few months. He almost didn't want her to leave, but he couldn't let himself fall, not now, not for her. They were meant for another time, another world, not this one.

"Irene?" Said Cooper, stopping her before she left. "This whole thing with Vault Tec...something's happening, something I'm not sure we'll ever come back from.

You're free from it now. Whatever's coming...it won't be worth giving up your happiness."

What he said about Vault Tec concerned her, not that it was surprising, but he was right about her happiness, he was right about everything. She wasn't going to be held back any longer.

"Thank you." She said, smiling softly.

2296

The sky was still dark when he left the cave. He'd covered Irene with whatever he could find to try to conceal her from raiders, hoping nothing else would find her while he was gone.

He knew there was a clinic in this area somewhere but whether it had anything left in it was a gamble.

As he made his way hastily through the area, he couldn't stop thinking about her and it just made him angry, 219 years of trying to become the monster that he had to be in order to survive, only for her to show up and remind him of that warmth that he'd long since forgotten. It made him weak, but he couldn't let her die, not now.

He heard movement up ahead, two men laughing drunkenly as they stumbled to find somewhere to relieve themselves.

Raiders.

The cages and skewered bodies around the building were a dead give-away and their little base just happened to be the clinic he was looking for.

Jackpot. They definitely had a stash in there somewhere.

The two men separated to find somewhere to piss but just as one got comfortable, Cooper blast his head off and took the other one out just a split second later.

"Oh HELL no!" Came a voice from the doorway of the clinic.

Without hesitation, Cooper shot him too, a bloody mess left on the door frame behind where he had been standing.

He stormed inside, his pump-action shotgun in hand, willing to use up all of his ammo to get what he needed.

Bullets and wood chips were flying every which way, and he took a bullet or two, but it took him no time at all to obliterate every person in that building.

He searched hastily for supplies, and when he found a first aid box full of stimpaks and cotton thread, he grabbed it and left, picking up several blood packs on his way out.

2077

The next morning, Irene was up early, her bag already in her car when Cooper came out to meet her.

"You weren't kiddin' about leavin' early." He said, the clock in the hallway reading 7:12am.

"I thought it'd be best if I left earlier rather than later."

He knew why. He didn't argue.

"Give this to Janey for me, would you? I noticed she liked it and I know it'll be in good hands."

She handed Cooper a silver locket with a daisy engraved delicately on the front.

He looked at it a bit surprised. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I don't much care for it anymore. It'll be more appreciated with her." She smiled.

She did one last check of her purse to make sure she had everything and the tention in the air was starting to thicken. When she knew she had everything, she looked back up at him.

"Cooper?" She asked. "Do me a favour and don't let the world harden that heart of yours, ok? That part of people is important, even if it makes us feel weak, always remember that, ok?"

She leant forward and kissed his cheek. "See you 'round cowboy."

She smiled at him one last time before getting in her car, and as he watched her drive away he felt his heart ache a little. He would miss her, her warm smiles, and how she made Janey laugh, but it wasn't meant to be, and he knew that.

2296

He pulled off the foliage covering her now pale body and opened the case.

Her breathing was shallow and laboured, a puddle of blood underneath her that had started to coagulate.

He used one of the stimpaks, then another, then another until he had used all six, then pulled out the thread and started sewing up the deep gashes on her side that were sticky with blood.

He remembered the last time he saw her, her smile, the kiss. He remembered watching her drive away and wishing she hadn't. He remembered the last things she said to him.

"...don't let the world harden that heart of yours, ok? That part of people is important, even if it makes us feel weak..."

When he finished sewing, he hung up one of the blood bags and attached the long tube to her arm.

He was still and focused, hoping he wasn't too late, his hands now covered in her blood.

When she woke up after only a few minutes, she saw him sitting by the fire beside her and smiled sleepily.

"Hey there cowboy."

The End

[mayuichi]

“... I didn't meant what I said.„

Saigiku Jouno x Reader Warning: unhealthy relationship behaviors (sorry I can't see Jouno be capable to have a healthy relationship with anybody)

Note : I skipped yesterday in my everyday fic because of some sickness, so I have to post twice today woohoo! I really hope I'll feel better soon ughhh

Art from the anime.

Despite the blanket covering your lap, you keep shivering from the cool air. Autumn slowly letting place to winter, December becoming colder day by day. It was one of the snowy days today. Those days you would love to spend home with your boyfriend.

Speaking of which, it was getting late, night already settled down. Yet he still isn't home. It isn't even surprising, he is part of the Hunting Dogs after all. You're used for him to get home extremely late, if just not coming home at all.

Sitting on the sofa, looking at some stupid TV show to pass the time, you're reading a book at the same time. You just want some background noises to not suffocate from the silence. You work too, of course, but your shift finishes at 5pm. It's already been two hours you're trying to kill time.

You have been waiting long enough, you're pretty sure he won't come home anytime soon. Placing down your book and turning the TV off, you make your way to the kitchen. Once again, you'd make food only for yourself. How long has it been since your last meal together ? A bit too long.

Picking each ingredient carefully, you start making yourself dinner, every so often glancing toward the window in case you'd see him come home. While waiting for the cooking to be over, checking from time to time in the oven, you pick your phone.

“I'll lock the front door. Be careful to not wake me up when you'll come home, if you even do. I have to wake up early tomorrow.„

You're pretty sure he won't even read it now. There has always been some ups and downs in between you, but it's been a while since the last good time. You couldn't help but doubt his words again. You sigh, feeling helpless.

Eating alone, you use once more the TV as only company. Does he love me? You question your own mind, knowing damn well it'll only hurt you further. But those questions keep repeating themselves in your mind until the next day.

Even throuhough your shift. You're tensed, so anxious it needs to end. He hasn't answered your last text, and didn't even went home.

Walking home, your head low, you don't want to see anyone. Holding the end of your scarf, you hurry back home. The cold air reddening your nose and ears, your fingers taking a blue tint. You even struggle to open your door, your hands shaking.

Rapidly closing the door behind you, you rub your hands against one another, yearning for some warmth. Without undoing your scarf or jacket, you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself a hot chocolate, only to see a tall figure waiting against the cupboard.

He is facing you, his arms crossed as a smirk adorned his face. “I can feel that you missed me, didn't you ?„ he hums. It isn't truly a question, he already knows the answer. Yet you don't plan on giving him one.

He raises an eyebrow when he hears your steps leaving to the bedroom, where you take off your scarf, jacket and shoes. He follows you close. “Aren't you planning on answering me ? Is it too much to ask to your little self?„

His smirk widens when he feels your heartbeat increase. He absolutely loves the way he can play your emotions like an instrument. So easy to read, and to control. “If you can't even utter a word, then what's the purpose of my presence. I thought you'd jump in my arms. Or perhaps... You don't truly love me ?„

He steps closer and closer, until his slender figure is hovering you, almost pinning you against the wall. Fluttering your eyes shut, anxiety rising in your body, your voice almost breaking as you speak. “I.. should be the one asking you that..„

He huffs in response, unsure of what you are trying to tell him. He brings his fingers under your chin. “Go ahead, word your thoughts then. I am all ears, darling.„

Your breath itchs in your throat. Feeling his soft yet hot breath against your nose, you muttered in a shy voice. “... I know your work asks you a lot of your time but.. You don't even text me...„

You see his expression not faltering even in the slightless. Instead, he just pulls away, sighing in disappointment. “Are you that needy ? Greedy for attention ? You should've known better when you desired to be with me. If you can't keep up, then I might just leave.„

His words sink in your mind. You turn your head away, barely capable to answer. “... I understand...„ it took you all your might to not let your voice break, but he knows better. He knows deep down you're dying from his words.

And even if he feels regret, speaking and admitting them out loud is another thing. He watches as you make your way to the living room, where you snuggle under the blanket and turn the TV on. He has always been cruel, but never going to that extend. Never expressing anything about leaving.

What if he truly does ? Would it make him feel better ? But you, in all that ? Does he think about how you feel ? You endured all his words, and his sadist behavior all the time, for only little to no comforting moment. You just have to handle it. Yet you are at your breaking point.

Drowning your sorrow and pain in that stupid show. It's all you can do if you don't want your mind to make you suffocate. The night quickly arrives, and with that, the cold breeze from the open window too.

Too absorbed into forgetting your aching heart, you don't hear the footsteps making their way to close the window. “Darling,„ his tone surprisingly sweet. “Here. I wouldn't want you to freeze.„

He places a hot chocolate in front of you on the coffee table, sitting down next to you. He doesn't try to touch you in any way though, surely knowing it isn't the time for it. You stare at the gentle treat he gives you.

You hesitantly reach for the cup, feeling its warmth spreading through your hands. You see him pick the TV remote to lower the volume. He lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

“... Why do you act so kind suddenly ?„ you breath out, quietly blowing on the hot chocolate before taking a sip. You can hear him gulp. Perhaps he feels remorse now..

“... I didn't meant what I said.„ it's so hard for him to admit he's wrong. It makes you giggle, and you don't hide it, which makes him have a faint blush. He clears his throat, “... Don't laugh like that. It isn't fun.„

“Yet it would've been if I were the one to apologise.„ you sigh, keeping your eyes on that sweet drink he made you. He leans over you, his head almost resting on your shoulder.

“... I promise to make an effort, but please, don't leave yet. I want you to stay. It's better with you.„ it's the first time he shows himself being vulnerable. Yet, everyone has insecurities and weak side, right ? But he doesn't want anyone to see it. You're the only exception.

“If you don't push me to leave again, then... I won't. I love you also for your harsh words, but.. Just, don't make me feel like I'm a burden.„

He presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. You hope he'll change his behavior, but you can't be sure he will. You just allow yourself to doubt. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting gesture.

“You can't be a burden. You make me have another purpose than just serve for justice. You make me feel alive.„

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuichi's property. do not repost, copy or translate it without permission.

[luvvvivii]

"i love you" — l.fl

pairing - idol!felix x gn!reader

genre - fluff, imagine

wc - 705

warnings - not proofread (surprise surprise), a bunch of pet names used (my love, angel, dear), lmk if more

a/n - I'm back suckas!!! 😋 enjoy this small felix post whilst I start to get back into the groove of writing (also abt the writing, times next to the date is in readers time zone)

synopsis - in which your idol boyfriend sends you voice notes whilst he's away

02.16.23 — 1:05 am

"good morning dear. actually, I think it's night for you right now? you better be asleep, alright? haha, it feels odd not being able to speak to each other how we usually would, doesn't it? but I guess this is what idol life is like? *chuckle* anyways, how was your day? did you do anything fun today? I hope you're eating good as well…I might head out for a bit with chan, so I'll talk with you later? sweet dreams angel. I love you!"

02.17.23 — 6:37 pm

"hey yn, you're asleep right? this is usually when you have your evening naps. don't be taking an all nighter again after this, though. I know you really like that show but sleep is important too you know? *chuckle*...today is day one of our concert in melbourne. I'm back in australia after so long, and I'm super excited! it's a shame I can't be here with you right now, but at least I can still update you and stuff. I can't wait to meet even more stays—oh, that's minho calling. sorry yn, got to go. I'll update you all about it after! enjoy the rest of your night, I love you."

02.18.23 — 12:53 pm

"hey dear, have you eaten yet? sorry I couldn't send any voice notes this morning, I woke up late and had to rush. day two of our concert was amazing! oh gosh, I wish you were here. hey, I don't think I told you about the dream I had last night, did I? well, we were just about to head to sydney for our tour there, and then suddenly you gave us a surprise visit! that's pretty much it, I woke up after that. haha, it seemed so real I even looked around for you whilst I was still half awake! *sigh* well, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, sorry for such a boring voice note today. have a good day, I love you angel."

02.20.23 — 3:31 pm

"yn, I'm so tired. but I can't go to sleep. *laugh* I was on my phone and got completely carried away, and now it's two am!...I think I might just start yapping about something with you, like how we always do when neither of us can sleep. that's what always helps me get tired…not that I'm saying you're boring! *chuckle* what I'm trying to say is…I just feel so at ease when I know that you're listening to me talk…let's not get depressed now, haha. how is your day going dear? doing anything fun today? make sure to send pictures, I haven't been able to see your pretty face in a while. you know, I think I might head off now, starting to feel a bit drowsy. we've got day one in sydney tomorrow, so I'll probably talk to you about it all later. goodnight my love, I love you to the moon and back."

02.21.23 — 2:01 am

"yn! it's finally day one in sydney! ah, I really wish you were here right now. you'll be cheering me on from back at home, right? I know you'll be looking for videos after the concert haha. make sure to have fun today angel! and I'll make sure to pour my heart and soul into the performances for you, like I always do. sorry for this voice note being so short, but I've got to go. I love you!"

02.22.23 — 3:19am

"sydney day 2! ah, you really don't understand how overwhelming this experience is, yn. this is absolutely crazy, but I've probably already said this a ton, right? *laugh*...you know, I hope one day we can travel to australia together, and I could show you all my favourite places to go and things to do from when I was a kid. but that's saved for the future! just wait a bit longer, my love, I'll be back home faster than you can believe. and cheer me on today as well, alright! I'll do the same for you dear. I've got to go now, an exciting concert ahead. I love you."

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Black eyed & Blue ||

Chapter 1 - Skull & Crossed Wires

Frank Castle x Female Reader/OC

Notes: I'm posting this first short chapter in my Frank Castle and female OC/reader mini series in the hope that it will spur me on to finish it! I have some other chapters written already just need to get them where I want them and write some more. 😊

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, biting, general vampire themes, fluff & smut, frank being protective, Matt makes an appearance.

Please comment and let me know what you enjoy or would like to see as the story develops and I'll see what I can do!

Frank managed to limp his van to the nearest garage before it crapped out entirely. He had cleared it out after his latest 'road trip' back at the safe house. It wouldn't do any good if the mechanics found any of his arsenal…

He left them with the keys and said he'd check back in a couple of days. Leaving a cell number was out of the question too, he still wasn't quite comfortable leaving much of a trace even if he was now 'Pete'.

He walked up to the shop office two days later, hopeful he could throw down a few hundred and get going. A fraught looking gangly guy was having an in-depth discussion on the phone as he entered. He passively waved Frank in the direction of the garage floor, pulling the phone away from his mouth and yelling towards the doorway.

"Blue! Customer!"

Frank gave him a semi-polite nod and headed through the side door where his van was jacked up, a pair of dark blue Converse sticking out from underneath.

"Uh, right. Guess it ain't ready yet." Frank ventured.

"No shit Sherlock." A voice came from below.

"Can see why you got Shaggy on the front desk there, customer service ain't your thing huh?"

The feet peddled their way out from under the van to reveal a woman with her hair tied up out of her face with a blue bandana. She had an oil-smudged face, and chipped sky blue nail polish on her fingers. Her mouth dropped open as she pushed herself up and took in the figure of Frank standing over her.

"Oh fuck- I mean, shit! Damn! Fuck!" She winced. "I'm really sorry mister… thought you were Ray winding me up again. Sorry, I'm trying not to cuss as much but, um…"

Frank couldn't help the sly smile from spreading across his lips.

"Think you're doin' well enough. Don't you worry about it. Maybe uh, you can gimme an idea when she'll be ready?"

She got to her feet, wiping her oily hands on her dirty coveralls, which were also blue.

"Well, that's the thing. I'm still waiting for a part to come. I woulda called you to let you know but, uh, you didn't leave a number so…

"Yeah, don't have a phone." He scratched at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Kinda hate all that tech shit y'know."

"Wow. Well, okay old man, I'm not sure exactly when it'll arrive, our supplier is vague at the best of times, I really wanna find someone better but…"

Frank couldn't help grumbling a little. He was keen to get back on the road, after all, biker gang ass wasn't gonna kick itself. "Then I guess 'i'll just keep comin' back every day till she's ready."

Blue smiled politely. "Once it's here I'll get it fixed as fast as I can but if you refuse to have a phone like us regular people I guess that's just what you'll have to do. See you tomorrow then?"

Frank nodded. "Yeah. See ya tomorrow."

The next day Frank dropped by the garage late afternoon, he'd had a particularly rough night chasing down some dregs of the Dogs of War that refused to go down easily.

"Jeez, what the heck happened to you?" Blue asked, looking up and seeing the dark bruises around his eyes as she heard him come in. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking? Those are some shiners."

"Walked into the side of the door when I got up during the night to piss. Bein' how I'm an 'old man' an all," Frank deadpanned back.

"No shit. You gotta be more careful, looks a bit like someone belted you right in the kisser!"

Frank shrugs.

"To be honest I wouldn't be too surprised if they had. Don't take this the wrong way but you've kinda got one of those punchable looking faces, mister..?"

"It's uh, Pete." Frank replies with a slight chuckle, only slightly offended. "And is that so?"

She holds out her oily hand for him to shake. "Hi Mister Pete. They call me Blue. And yeah, I mean you're real good looking and all but-" she stopped as Frank shook his head and laughed.

"Jeez, I really gotta stop running my mouth around strangers! I am so sorry…"

Frank holds up both hands giving her a smile, it had been a while since he had laughed as much. "Hey, no worries. Punchable and good lookin'? I'll take it. So, Blue, huh? No need for me to ask why I guess. "

She returns the smile, scuffing the toe of her shoe into the ground shyly. "I just like the colour."

Frank clears his throat. "So uh, there any news on that part yet?"

"Oh! Yeah, um it might be tomorrow but…"

"Might not?" Frank finishes with a slightly tense shrug.

"Yeah, really sorry about this, Pete. I'd even go as far as to offer you a free coffee in apology but our machine's bust, and even if it was working it tastes crap anyway."

"Don't worry about it. Alright well, guess I'll seeya tomorrow again."

Blue gave him a little wave. "Yeah, seeya tomorrow Old Man, hope I've got some good news for you then."

Frank just shakes his head, smiling to himself as he leaves the garage and sets off back home.

The next day, when Frank turns up, Blue's face is bright with the biggest smile, and it only got brighter as she saw what 'Pete' had in his hands.

"Hey!" She greets him animatedly and it makes him feel a little warmer inside.

Frank nods then hands her one of the carryout cups of coffee he has. "Hey, didn't know how you take it but I got some sugar and milk here too if you want, seeing as your machine is broken an all."

Blue beams, her fingers brushing briefly over his as she accepts it. "Oh, thank you so much! And no, that's great, straight up is perfect, so kind of you, thanks Pete!"

Frank shrugs. "S'nothin'."

She takes a hearty sip and then remembers what she was about to say. "Good news by the way, the part arrived this morning! I'm about to get on it right now, shouldn't take too long if you don't mind waiting?"

Frank nods, finding a space to sit nearby. "Yeah, sure, if you don't mind me watching you work."

She disappears under the van. "Actually, gives me the chance to ask what the hell you've been putting this poor van through, you gotta take more care of her if you don't want to run her into the ground."

Frank huffed. "Yeah, just been real busy, y'know, and my work takes me all kinds of places, some uh, rough terrain."

"What kind of business are you in Pete?"

He scratches the stubble under his chin. "Uh, removals, pest control, odd jobs. That kinda stuff."

"A Pete of all trades?" Blue suggests, and Frank has to laugh.

"Yeah," again he feels the rare smile stretch his face as he strokes his stubbled jaw. "Somethin' like that."

It wasn't till later, when he was on the road again rummaging through the glovebox for the map when his hand landed on the tin of sweets. He took them out, curious seeing the note stuck to the lid.

'Something to sweeten you up, old man :)

-Blue'

He chuckles to himself as he opens the tin and takes a candy.

[doudouneverte]

No Petname

a/n: i didn't want to not post anything this week so i write a little thing.

*not my GIF* (she's badass like this.Marvel bring us back our queen!!)

Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova x Sister!Reader; Kate Bishop x Little!Widow

summary: (i watched a lot of couple video on youtube) R prank her girlfriend because she's bored

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: ~1257

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The recent week was boring in the tower; you couldn't go on a mission because you got hurt on your last mission, so after an hour on your phone, you think about something. Ten minutes later, you were in Yelena's bedroom.

"So, you want to prank your girlfriend because you're bored?" your sister asked, and you nodded. "Let's go I'm in." she said. That's why you liked Yelena; she was always ready to prank anyone, and even if she liked Kate, the brunette was clearly her favorite target. "So, what did you plan?" she asked, and you smirked.

"She should come back tonight with Clint. We don't have time to set up a big thing, so I'll try to upset her by calling her by her full name." you said, and the blonde frowned her eyebrow. "She doesn’t like when someone calls her Katherine; we will see how long she could handle this." you explained, and your sister smirked. She didn't think about something so obvious.

Later this day, you were with Yelena on the couch, watching a movie with the other Avengers in the tower, when Friday told you that Kate, your girlfriend, was back from her mission with Clint. When she came in the living room, she greeted everyone and made her way next to you.

"Hey babe, I miss you." she said before she kissed your cheek. You kissed her back, and when she started to feel at home, you shocked her.

"Hey Kate, how was your mission?" you asked her, and she frowned her eyebrow. You have stopped calling her Kate since you started dating.

"Uh, well. It was more easy than they thought." she replied. Nobody said anything more, and you just finished the movie. It was still early, so Sam decided to watch another movie, and you all agreed. But before that, you wanted some snacks, so you stood up, but you didn't miss asking your girlfriend if she wanted something.

"Katherine I will grab snacks; do you want something?" you asked, and all the noises instantly disappeared. You didn't see it, but the guys started to feel uncomfortable, but Yelena and Tony smirked.

"Uh. Just a soda, thanks." she replied, and you nodded before leaving, and your blonde sister followed you. When you were in the kitchen, your girlfriend looked at Natasha. "Did I do something to her?" she asked, and your older sister was also surprised.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." the redhead said.

In the kitchen, you were packing some snacks with the help of Yelena, but she couldn't help but laugh. "You should see her face." she said, and you smirked.

"Okay, it was funny, but I don't like to see her like that." you said. "I'll make up tonight." you added, and the Russian nodded. You quickly returned to the living room and took your seat next to your favorite black-haired person after you placed the snacks on the coffee table. "And a soda for my Katherine." you said, holding her soda can. The rest of the night went well. Kate thought you just had a bad day, but tomorrow you'll be right, no?

Unfortunately, no. When she woke up, you were running your hand through her hair. "I just woke up, and you want to make me sleep again." she joked, and you smiled. You gently kissed her, and she smiled like a teenager. She loved it when you kissed her; that meant a lot to you because of your past, but the morning kiss was her favorite. There was no one there, just you two.

"Good morning, Katherine." you whispered with a strong morning accent, and you almost laughed when she frowned her eyebrows. She wanted to talk, but she was interrupted by knocks on the door.

"Y/n, I need a new partner for this morning!!" Yelena yelled.

"Duty call," you said, and after 30 minutes, you were out with your sister. Kate started to be pissed off, and you didn't really calm her down because you called her 'Katherine' during the entire week. The next Monday, she started to feel overwhelmed. She was in the kitchen with your two sisters when you showed up, you kissed her cheek like always, and you greeted your sisters. You ate some of Yelena's mac and cheese, and you decide to ask a favor to your girlfriend. "Katherine, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you asked with your puppy's eyes, but she just glared at you.

"It's not the right name," she mumbled, and you knew she was angry, but you didn't want to end this now.

"The last time I checked, you were Katherine Bishop. So, Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you repeated, and she smacked her hand on the kitchen counter.

"Who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked, visibly pissed off.

"It's yo-" you tried to say, but you were cut off.

"No, it's not me. Katherine Bishop is gone!" she said loudly, and Yelena used all her strength to suppress her laughs. "For everyone, it's Kate! For Yelena, it's Kate Bishop! For Nat, it's little hawk! For Alexei, it's Little American. For Melina, it's Y/n's girlfriend! But for you, Y/n Vostokoff, it's Katie, babe, baby, moya lyubov'(my love), hot stuff, printsessa(princess), milaya devushka(cutie girl), moya zhena(my wife) or the future mother of my children!" she exclaimed. "So, I repeat myself, who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked.

The kitchen was silent for a moment. It was really not her thing to raise her voice to you, she was always so lovely and caring. "Wow, Y/n you mess up." Nat said, and Yelena finally laughed. Their voices brought you back.

You quickly stood up and gave your girlfriend a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Katie baby; it was just a prank." you explained, and you chuckled. "If I knew you would be so upset, I would do that earlier." you joked, and she slammed your arm before escaping from your grip.

"I thought you were upset with me, dipshit." she said, and you gasped.

"Kate Bishop, my future sister-in-law, how you called her." Yelena said, and you chuckled.

"I'm sorry." you repeated. "I love you, moya lyubov'." You kissed her and melted when your lips connected with hers. "How could you forgive me?"

"Cuddle with me" she said immediately. "And you'll come with me to Lucky's walk later." she added, and you nodded.

A few hours later, you were in Central Park for Lucky's walk, your finger intertwined with Kate's. She was talking about her week, and something came to your mind, you stopped, and she looked confused.

"Did you mean it?" you asked, and when she showed you, she didn't understand what you were talking about, so you explained. "About being the mother of my children."

She smirked, "I don't mind, but before we have to do something." she said, and you smiled.

You spent the rest of the walk smiling to yourself. This night Kate was fast asleep on your chest, and you just ran your hand through her hair. You were thinking about everything, and you finally thought about something, or more precisely, someone. You looked at the sleeping girl and smiled. Yeah, one day she'll be your wife.

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[ouiouibaguettt]

Love beneath the shirt pt.2

Jana Fernandez x Aria O’Hara (oc)

@liverpoolfan96​ here is the part2!!

warnings: no one

words: +1k

Masterlist - part.1

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ARIA’S POV:

When I messaged Jana, a week after our match, I couldn't remember ever having been so nervous in my life. I was at Lola's house that night with Carmen and Virginia, and I saw that my phone had vibrated. When I looked at it to see what was going on, I had a sudden rush of heat.

@janafernandez3 liked your story @janafernandez3 replied to your story: 😳😳

The story in question was a photo of me lifting weights that the team photographer took. "I think she has a crush on you Ari" Carmen said to me as she appeared behind me. "AHH!" I exclaimed, jumping up with my phone in my hands. "You scared me Carmen never do that again" I said with my hand in my heart after grabbing my phone in midair. "Oops?" she apologized as she sat back down next to Virgina. "Do you think I should ask her out like tomorrow night?" I asked Lola, "I think it would be good for you two to get to know each other a bit more" she said as she thought about it "And you'll be cute together" she added as she pinched my cheeks. "Yes, look at baby America and baby Spain together!" she said a little too excitedly. "Well I'll ask her then" I said with a little nervousness in my voice.

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It was time for my meeting with Jana, I would be lying if I said I wasn't stressed. I was currently at the meeting point, looking at the latest stories and posts on instagram, when I spotted her. "Hey Jana" I said as I stood up to greet her, "Hi Aria" she said, "Are you ready to go?" I asked "Yes I'm ready, let's go I've been looking forward to this since last night" she admitted as she looked down at the ground, her cheeks flushed "Is that true?" I asked pleasantly surprised, "Of course I was looking forward to it Aria, don't doubt it" she said as she looked at me with a beautiful smile. "Thank you, your smile is very cute too" she told me as she started to walk forward. "I spoke loudly right?" I asked blushing, catching up with her "Yes but it's cute" she said.

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I don't know how much time has passed since then but I know I don't want it to stop. "Why did you choose to be on loan this season? "she asked, "Honestly, I always looked up to my sister Kelley, growing up, and it was through her that I discovered the sport but the thing is, I'm younger and less experienced than her, so despite the games I play whether they're good or bad I get compared to her, At Gotham FC I wasn't Aria O'Hara, I was Aria, the little sister of the big star Kelley O'Hara, and that played a lot on my mind because I can't talk to my sister about it and that's how I ended up in the club office asking for a loan. "I admitted. "It must have been very complicated, but I'm glad you went on loan here in Spain," she said. "Why Atlético de Madrid anyway? Were there no other clubs? Not that I'm criticizing, I'm just wondering?" she added. "I'm glad I was loaned out here too, I must admit, I've met some very nice people" I confessed. "And I don't really know, I just know that it was a good team and that I could only get better as the season went on" I said. "Great meetings eh? Who are they?" she asked. "Virginia, Lola and Carmen are definitely nice to meet but I was surprised by this beautiful girl from Barcelona" I admitted, "Oh yeah? And what is this girl like off the field?". Hm, I don't know, what are you like off the field?" I asked with a small smile. "I don't know, I'd say, adorable, cute, nice" she said, sticking her tongue out at me. "You forgot beautiful" I admitted.

When I pulled out my phone, I was shocked to see that it was already 00:46. "Should we go? You have practice tomorrow and I don't want your team to arrive in Madrid because you didn't sleep much because of me" I asked, "Yes you're right" she said as she got up from the sand and held out her hand to help me up. "Anyway I loved this evening with you. I can't wait to do it again soon," she admitted, smiling at me, "I also enjoyed the evening with you, Jana. And I can't wait to do it again," I admitted, imitating her smile, "Go on, I think Bruna will be worried if you don't," I added, "Oops, have a good flight home and let me know when you've landed. Good night Linda" she said kissing my cheek before walking in the opposite direction of me. "Good night Jana" I said a little late.

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"I still can't believe you flew to see a girl" is the first thing Virginia says to me when she sees me at the airport, "Wow, hello to you too how are you?" I say as I hug her. "Oops sorry, how are you? Did your flight go well?" she asked "Yes it did, my flight went well thank you" I said. "And to answer your question, what I can't believe is that it went very well and that she is also looking forward to doing it again soon" I said with great enthusiasm. "I'm glad it went well for you then" she confessed, putting her arm around my shoulders as we left the airport. "Off to the house now," she announced. "I can't wait to get back to my bed and the girls" I admitted between two yawns.

TO jana💙❤️ I'm home safe don't worry.

FROM jana💙❤️ Ok nickel, rest well tonight for your training, good night linda, x

TO jana💙❤️ Thanks, good night to you too Jana x

When I went to bed that night I had never been so happy in my life and I hope it lasts.

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05-11-2023 (3/3)

After getting Elrond back in working order, I said goodbye to Motueka (and a little baby Pīwakawaka who came to say goodbye back) and went on my way to Elaine Bay. I made a brief stop in Whakatū to get some groceries, and then drove down the road I mentioned in yesterday's post, which offered stunning views that were hard to photograph:

I had to fight not to get out of my car for photos at every turn. I spent the night there and in the morning I went back out to the water. The sun was shining brightly now and the water was just as clear as the night before, which meant I could see the fish, the starfish, and the absolutely massive stingrays I had been wise to avoid encountering in the dark last night:

I enjoyed the (still) lovely sunny weather by going on my last hike of the island: Pīwakawaka track, which led to a very peaceful little beach in about 45 minutes one way:

And despite my reluctance, after having lunch (cooking in Elrond for the last time) I had to get back on the road. I managed to take some more pretty pictures of the view:

I'll admit, I was very emotional during the hike and the drive. It really feels like the end of an era, and even though part of me never wants to leave, I feel like it's a good thing that it's ending. I have been alone for too long, and today I really felt that. Not only have I been physically alone, and dealing with a lot of stressful things, but this trip has also forced me out of my sociopolitical bubble and that has been unsettling to say the least. It has made me think a lot about what I find important, what home means to me, and how I want to live my life going forward. It's like I've stepped out of my comfort zone, and now have lost all sense of where it's supposed to be. I crave to go back, I'm homesick, but I know I've changed. I still am changing. I don't know what my comfort zone is supposed to look like anymore. I'm sure I'll find it again eventually, but that is a scary feeling. A feeling that makes me look forward to being hugged again, and having at least a little more normalcy and luxury than I have now. But that also makes it scary to step into a new chapter.

As I drove and listened to harmonious, pensive music, the clouds rolled in and it started raining. It didn't stop until about an hour ago. I still couldn't resist getting out of the car to take a photo at one of my trip's very first stops, Pelorus bridge:

I could almost see myself from four months ago right there, hanging out on the rocks and taking pictures. Feeling nervous and excited, the whole trip ahead of me. But also a lot less experienced, a lot more nervous about driving still, and in no way yet used to van life. I may still have so much to learn, but those things I feel like I well and truly have conquered, and I'm pretty proud of that.

I completed the way to Waitohi, recognising some stops along the way where I once stopped and took pictures and hiked. And then I finally made it to my first - and now also last - camping spot. I got myself some food, saw a familiar face (and told him how I remembered him, and he had made me feel welcome on my first day), and ate in Elrond while watching my favourite series. Now I'm just dreading the six minute walk to the closest public toilet, but I'll undertake that journey after finishing up all these posts!

Tomorrow I will take the boat back to Te Ikaroa, and hopefully get some rest. I'm already mentally preparing for the seasickness. I just hope the weather will stay dry now, and I can enjoy the views from the boat like I did last time!

For now, sweet dreams to Aotearoa, good afternoon to Europe. You'll hear from me again soon I hope!

[ask-churro-cookie]

Runaway Heir au

Prologue: Late night story

"Earthbread. . . it was home to many beasts alike. Those who flew through the skies. Those who lived deep under the surface of water or ground. One's who stalked forests and hunted through blizzards. . . They all came, and as fast as they did, most of them left. . . all except a few. The most plentiful were our own kind. The Dragons. . . we ruled from the skies to deep under ground. It was a true paradise for our. . . and then there were the main five. The Red dragon of Flames. The gold dragon of the earth. The blue dragon of water. The violet dragon of darkness. And of course-"

"Papaa..!"

A small voice squeaked out. It was a late night in The Longan palace. Everything was quiet and still, just as the dragon theirself liked it, But all except for the young cookie whome the dragon was holding in their arms oh so carefully. Unlike the dragon though, the much younger one was much more energetic. Outspoken.

"..Mhmhmh, Yes, And then there is me, My little one. Now, please settle down."

"Okay..!"

The Ivory dragon's face soften slightly in a smile as they stood up from their throne and started walking while carrying their child in their arms.

"Not everything lasted though... Our kind slowly died off until there was very few left... Then those so-called cookies came to be... The age of dragons.. Was over.. But, not to worry, My child. It will make it's return soon... And you'll get to see how everything should've remained."

They spoke simply. The young dragon nodded before pausing.

"..Papa, are cookies dangerous..?"

"Only certain ones, My child... Most are just- Pests. . ."

The sound of disgust in the dragon's tone was audible, but they soon sighed and the disgusted tone vanished. They looked up at the dark sky then gazed back down at the young dragon in their arms. Who soon yawned quietly and rubbed their eyes.

"It is late, My child. It is time for you to go to sleep now. You promised that you would go sleep after I told you the story again.."

They smiled, lightly tapping a claw on the young dragon's nose.

"I know, Papa.. But the story isn't over, is it..?

"Mh.. I suppose not, My child. I suppose not... But it can be continued tomorrow. A little prince such as yourself needs his sleep."

The dragon then slowly walked to their son's room. Gently laying him down and tucking him in. It wasn't long until the young dragon was peacefully dreaming away.

"Goodnight, My dearest son.. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

They whispered before blowing out the candles in the room then exiting quietly. The dragon soon stopped, spying their right hand.

"Snakefruit. . . what are you doing here? You should be with the other snakes. . ."

"Sssorry, my dragon..! I jussst wanted to check on the young prince.."

"My son is fine. . . now, return to your duties. And leave him to sleep."

"I-"

The dragon glared at them coldly. Snakefruit immediately shrunk back a bit.

"Yesss, massster..."

"Good.. Now go."

Snakefruit nodded quietly and left. Longan just sighed quietly.

What were they going to do when Snakefruit inevitably tries to manipulate their son. . ? They'll just have to make sure that won't happen. As for their son, his future was... Unknown to them.

Little did they know how different he will grow up to be.

Writer/mun note: I finally decided to ACTUALLY FUCKING TYPE THIS AU AS A STORY- i am actually very self-conscious about how I write things so- please bare with me on this little side series next to the actual ask blog, okay? I'll probably make this au it's own ask blog at some point in the future if you guys enjoy it enough. Though, that does bring me to another thing, I got a job now! So I will possibly not be as active as I would normally. Any posts you may see in the future would either premade and queued, quick answers, answered on break, or when I'm off work! If this story isn't up to your taste, check out @asks-cookies-and-chaos and or @teabrain! Both of them have amazing art, writing, and aus that you would probably enjoy! Anyways, have a good day or night, everyone! This is Ann, your Elderage abomination, signing off!

[authorraccoon]

Vampire!Mihawk X Fem!Reader

I wrote this fanfic for a friend of mine, they requested it and they got to read it about a week before I'm posting it now.

There is smut, if you don't wanna read it you can just read the beginning and the bonus.

Bonus includes Mihawk and Y/n having a daughter, Mihawk is a little ooc but it's so he's more like a father.

It was a silent evening, in the kingdom. You had a long day working at the shop stitching up dresses and pants. You were so tired you decided to drown out the stressful day with some drinks at the pub. Of course it was odd to see a woman at the pub drinking, but after asking for some red wine it seemed normal. There were men clashing their cups together in cheers and some other woman with a glass of wine sitting by them.

You liked being alone most of the time, but recently it has been getting boring. You listened to the women at the table next to you gossip about the latest town news, this time being about a slightly different house. to you it sounded normal but the women made it sound as if a wolverine was in there. You rolled your eyes and took another sip of wine, looking at the door when a new person came in. Most women went silent, focused on the sight of the newcomer. He was tall, slender yet not skinny, slightly pale, and handsome. He wore a long black and red velvet coat with a fancy dress shirt underneath, topped off with a beautiful hat that had a long fluff going off the side.

His eyes were shaded by the long brim of the hat, making his face hard to see. The man went to the bar to order a drink, and I was surprised to see a glass of red wine instead of a mug of beer. He definitely wasn't like the drunkie Shanks who hung out in the corner with women surrounding him. The mystery of a man looked in your direction, making you avert your eyes quickly because of your staring. He didn't leave you alone though, he walked over and sat across from you in the booth. Now that he was closer the shade over his eyes has lifted and you could see his gorgeous yellow eyes.

"Good evening." you spoke quietly, but he didn't say much at first. You'd look down at your lap from the awkwardness, but that didn't stop the man from staring. "So you'll stare me down but as soon as I do you look away?" his bluntless caught you off guard. "Well- I didn't mean to, I was just looking, you know.." you tried to cover yourself up. He hummed and took a sip of his wine, crossing his legs from under the table, which bumped into your own foot.

Then once his leg was resting over the other, you felt his boot bump your own again. 'Was this man really trying to play footsie with you?' you asked yourself. You couldn't help but smile a bit at the idea, and decided to play along. I tapped his foot back and glanced up to see a smirk play on his face. "So, what's your name miss?" He broke the silence. You looked at him again, "it's Y/n, you sir?" "Mihawk, Dracule Mihawk." he answered.

"I like it, it sounds like a special name." you commented, to which he smiled. "Maybe I can be special."

you raised a brow, about to ask what he meant but he beat you to it. Mihawk brought his hand to lay over your own on the table. "Would you like to go out with me?" You were flabbergasted, the surprise nearly took the air out of your lungs. "With me? Mihawk we just met, not to say you aren't charming and very attractive but I'm not sure." you said with concern. His cold hand moved closer, now caressing your elbow. "I'll make it worth it, and I'll treat you right, would you treat me to a night of happiness with you?"

The way he asked was so formal, you couldn't refuse. "Fine, sure, where would you like to go?"

"tomorrow evening, around this time, at the park, we can go for a walk and then have dinner. sounds good?" You thought for a second before nodding in agreement. "Sounds lovely." He smiled and sat back, taking the final sip of his wine. "See you then, Miss Y/n." Then he left.

That night as you laid in bed, a dress for tomorrow picked out, you couldn't calm the nerves and excitement. His words, his bright eyes, his cold hands, they never left you alone during the night. All you could do was fantasize of the date the next day, would he hold your hand? Would he kiss you? Would he invite you over? A chill ran down your back as your mind lingered far beyond the thought of going to his home.

The next day you went to the park, sitting on a bench by the pond to watch the ducks while you wait. You didn't have to wait long when Mihawk joined you with a cold hand joining your own. He lifted your hand up with his own to his face, placing a gentle kiss on the back. "It's good to see you came." he stroked your hand with his thumb, "Shall we go?"

"We shall, do you have dinner planned?" you both started to walk, pinkies interlocked. "Yes, the best restaurant near the castle." He smiled. "Oh Mihawk you don't need to spoil me." You frowned. "Y/n don't worry, a date is for spoiling."

The walk went on for another hour, just talking about each other's jobs, lives, and interests. Apparently he used to work as a swordsmith and swordsman, still training swordfighting whenever it's needed. He's just a few years older than you. And he likes reading silently in his home library. When walking to the restaurant he pointed out his house to you, it had a gorgeous exterior design. It seemed dark yet comfortable, you couldn't help but wonder how beautiful it was on the inside.

At dinner you were seated at a round table with a sheen white cloth over it, in the center a rose and candle. The room was large and a brightly lit chandelier hung above. "Mihawk, this place is incredible, Thank you so much." You smiled, taking his hand from across the table. He seemed happy with your thoughts and tapped your foot with his own, a reminder of the other night. "I'm glad you think so, I wouldn't mind taking you out again next week." he opened the menu carefully, looking at the drinks they offered. "I'd love to." You replied before doing the same, knowing you'd ask for red wine, same as him.

The dinner went just as well as the walk, you both talked casually with each other, as if you were dating for years. the comfort you felt around him never left, even after you went through months of dating. Months which turned into a year.

You and Mihawk have been dating for a year, and just recently you have finished moving in with him. You shared a bed but kept a comfortable distance, and haven't yet took things to a sexual level. Tonight you finally thought about taking it up, but you were unsure how to do it.

Tonight you planned dinner at home, cooking chicken and pasta. You had set up the table, a candle and rose set in the middle, plates of food on each end. You dressed in a casual yet nice dress, not wanting to come off too strong to him. When he walked through the doorway he seemed surprised by the dim lights, but calmed when he saw your presence. "Hey sweetheart, what's all this for?" he asked, walking over and placing a kiss to your forehead. "Nothing much, just wanted to cook dinner for us tonight."

He smiled and sat down at his usual seat, you joining him. He complimented your cooking, and held your hand over the table while you both ate. He was always close and sweet, even if he was mostly quiet. When you finished Mihawk pulled you out of your seat and upstairs, you were going to ask what he was doing but decided to just follow his footsteps. He pulled you close once at the bedroom, placing soft kisses from your jaw to neck. going over the the lovebites he left last time he kissed you there, he always nipped your neck during a sentimental moment.

"Thank you for dinner." he mumbled over your skin. "Don't worry about it-" "I want to thank you more." his voice deepened. Your face reddened quickly, you couldn't hide the fact his words made you feel such a way. "Mihawk are you suggesting that we-?" you couldn't finish your sentence, unable to mutter the right words. "Yes, Y/n, we've been together so long. Do you think you're ready?"

"I was planning to ask you the same question today." you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I guess we're soulmates then." he whispered in your ear before nipping it. He slid his coat off, his hands going under your dress and slipping it over your head with ease. The soft fabric of your bra and panties caressed your skin, almost being too beautiful to remove. Almost.

Mihawk ripped through the fabric, tossing them aside with his coat. next your bra, then his own white shirt and black pants. He wrapped one arm around your lower back, his cold skin pressing against your chest making you shiver. With his other hand he traced soft circles into the skin of your hip. "May I?" he asked, his voice echoing in the quiet of the room. "Yes." you breathed out, back immediately arching after the word left your mouth.

Two fingers entered you, you felt a slight burn from the stretch. He went slow and soft, pushing and pulling out at a steady and calm pace. He curled them up in you every two times, causing you to grip his back from the pleasure. Mihawk leaned in and kissed you to calm the tears threatening to break through. "Relax sweetheart, I won't hurt you." You nodded, using your free hand to wipe away the tears.

Once the pain fully subsided you asked him to go faster, grinding down to meet with his hand each time. The more it went on the more you felt a tightness in your stomach. Your walls clenched down around Mihawk's fingers, signaling him you were close. "Go on," he leaned in closer, chests impossibly close and pressed together. "you can cum."

You released as if his words could make you do anything. Your chest heaved and even with Mihawk's still cool body against you, you were sweating. "Are you ready?" he asked, riding out your orgasm to calm you down. "Yes, I'm ready." you replied, forgetting the man still hasn't taken off his underwear. But once you did you had to turn your head so you wouldn't gawk at it. a red tint covering your face from the image of him entering you, or sucking him off.

"Let me know if it hurts." He kissed your cheek softly, his tip slowly slipping in and stretching you out. Your hand covered your mouth, looking down at him going in you. He smiled, taking your hand away from your mouth, interlocking your fingers together and holding them against the sheets of the bed. He pushed all the way in, the pain almost making you scream. He didn't move, waiting for your approval. His free hand massaging your waist, hoping to take away the pain.

"You can move." you said, after a few minutes of just catching your breath. He pulled out slowly, pushing back in at the same pace. Mihawk went just as easy as when he fingered you, and he held back any urge to speed up without consent. You had all the control in this situation. When you told him to pick it up, he did it, without any hesitation he did it just for you. He was so deep in you swore you could see a slight bulge stick out from your stomach, you brought your hand to it and pressed down. The pleasure from that squeeze of pressure made you both moan out. Once again he picked up speed to your command, you pushing against him to meet him at the connection.

"Do you trust me?" He looked you in the eyes, his gorgeous yellow eyes taking you into a whole new world. You zoned out gazing at him, until he asked again. "Y/n, do you trust me?" He seemed more serious this time. "Mihawk, of course I do, I could never not." you gave him a reassuring smile.

"Good."

his next move made you gasp out loud. Not only did he thrust deep into you and hold himself there, releasing inside you. But he bit into your neck, breaking the skin. You felt the feeling of your blood being sucked out, your eyes widened, legs and arms wrapping tightly around his body. He stopped, licking at the spot he left before pulling away. "Mihawk?" you called, timid from his action.

"Y/n, I haven't told you everything yet." He admitted. "I'm not really human, if you couldn't tell now." Your mouth hung open slightly, still shocked by what he did. "If you love me, will you live forever with me?" His arm reached out to the bedside table, grabbing something. Before you could look you felt cold metal slip around your finger.

"Mihawk-" your eyes welled up with tears and your face burned. He gave you an almost worried look, in his mind begging for you not to be scared of him.

"Yes. Yes of course Mihawk yes!" your tears poured down your face with happiness. You cupped your lover's face in your hands, bringing him down to you so you could cover his face with millions of kisses. his smushed together smile only made you happier. You would be able to live with him forever.

"Lord, I hope we get a baby from today." Mihawk raised a brow. "So soon?" "They could be the flower girl or boy." He chuckled, "We'll see, love."

He finally pulled out, leaving you and coming back with a cloth to clean you up. When he was done he wrapped his coat around you and put you under the covers, cuddling up next to you. "I can't wait for my future life with you."

bonus:

Since then it's been 10 years, 8 years ago was your wedding, and 6 years ago you had a child. A 6 year old little girl, named Perona. Mihawk named her, saying it was after a little girl he took care of in his first life.

"Mommyyy, Daddyyyy!" you heard stomping little feet come to your door, before it swung open. "I'm hungryyy." she whined, standing in your doorway wearing her pink pajamas and holding her teddy bear in her arms. You sat up and looked over your shoulder to your husband, you knew he was awake, but he pretended to sleep through her yelling. You smiled and got out of bed, going to your daughter and picking her up. "Well let's go make you some pancakes then sweetie."

Perona stuffed her face with syrup covered pancakes, while you brushed and put her hair into pigtails. You leaned down, taking Perona's fork about to eat a piece of her pancake. But the little girl took it back and gave you a big, sloppy, syrupy, kiss on the cheek. You looked at her and pouted, only for her to greet you back with her tongue sticking out. "How about you give daddy a kiss yeah? smear your face with as much syrup you want and spread it all over daddy." you giggled at the thought, Perona's eyes lighting up as well.

She stuck her hand into the plate of leftover syrup, wiping it all on her mouth. You laughed and picked her up, with a fast yet quiet pace you got to your bedroom with Mihawk. You snuck in, putting Perona down at his side of the bed. She leaned over and just like she did you, kissed his cheek. But it didn't stop there, she smeared the syrup that was dribbling down her chin onto his own. Mihawk sat up quickly, a disgusted look played on his face.

"You little trouble makers!" He snatched Perona, dragging her into the bed, waving you to come over. He pulled you into the bed as well and started to tickle Perona. Though he was usually calm and neutral outside, he always had a mighty personality with the family. Perona kicked and screamed, both you and your lover tickling her until she was out of breath and panting. her head lay on your chest when she finally calmed down, a smile on her face as she dozed off.

Mihawk scooched over closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and your daughter. He kissed her head and looked up at you, "I love you." he whispered. "I love you too."

[gumballavocadoharry]

Perfect life:

*Yn is Alice and Harry is Jack of course but I'll just say yn. There is smoking in here along with pregnancy but of course you all know that smoking is bad regardless but ESPECIALLY during pregnancy. But this was the 50s so people didn't know that.*

Yn had been having abdominal pains lately. Not bad ones, but enough to make her concerned. Jack was at work when yn started to feel nauseous. But she still went on for trying to be the perfect housewife and cleaned up the house starting with mopping the floor.

But that didn't last as she soon found herself running to the bathroom to throw up. Yn had been feeling this way for a couple weeks. No period, nauseous, tired, hungry and moody. She hadn't had a period in over 2 months so she just assumed her hormones were acting funny and that it would be back on track by the next month.

She didn't wanna tell Jack as she felt it would put more stress on him with his job and all. She barely finished her chores without throwing up again before she sat on the couch and relaxed a little. She rested before a knock at the door out any plans of relaxation on hold. She answered the door to her friend, Mary who had a bright smile on her face reflecting the sunny glows of the sun. "Hey yn, I just wanted to know if you wanted to have a smoke break?" Yn thought for a second before she accepted.

"So what's new with you?" Mary asked lighting both her's and yn's cigarettes. "Not much just typical housework....but there is something that's been on my mind." Mary turned to yn in curiosity pondering over her anticipation of yn's upcoming words.

"I hadn't a period in almost 3 months and I just feel so tired and I have all the symptoms of a period but no period." She said. Mary nodded before taking a puff of her cigarette. "Could it be possible that you're expecting?" Yn looked over at Mary slowly before looking down. "Maybe. But how can I be sure?" Mary shrugged. "They have frog testing but that's crazy expensive. I think you'll just have to wait and see for now. But keep me posted." She nodded before taking in another puff of her cigarette.

"I gotta go, those dishes aren't gonna wash themselves." Mary said before putting her cigarette out and waving goodbye from her house two doors down. Yn went back inside before putting her cigarette out and sitting back down on the couch. Yn played down to sleep but she just couldn't. "Expecting? A baby?" She pondered over and over again in her head. She always wanted a family and Jack was very family oriented. But still she wondered how he would take it if it was true.

Like Mary said it was expensive to get pregnancy testing done but she still wanted to go to the doctors just in case. To take her mind off things, she painted her nails and let them dry while watching some TV. Later that night, Jack came home with dinner waiting for him on the table. "Hey baby." He said pecking a quick kiss on yn's cheek. "Hey Jack, how was work?" She asked while ironing some clothes that she was finishing.

"Oh it was pretty good, no setbacks, no budget cuts so I think we're really moving ahead." He took a seat at the table with yn joining him. The pair ate the lovely dinner yn had made and then Jack went outside for a smoke break. Yn trying to decide whether to tell Jack what was going on or to wait. She ultimately decided the second choice. She got started on the dishes right and after a couple minutes, Jack came back inside.

"I'm gonna do some work in the den baby. Dinner was delicious." Jack placed a kiss on her neck before heading into his den. Yn finished up the dishes before she went to her and Jack's bedroom. She sat on the bed thinking of her next move involving finding out if she was pregnant or not. Yn decided to go to the doctors first thing tomorrow morning after Jack went to work. Yn's thoughts were interrupted when her husband entered their bedroom. He stripped off his tie and shirt and just leaving his boxers on for the night.

"Goodnight yn." He said kissing her lips. "Night." Yn had a hard time getting to sleep that night. The next morning she woke up and prepared breakfast. Jack came around tying his tie getting ready for work. "Smells good!" He said taking a seat. "It's an omelette." Yn laughed shifting glances between her husband and the stove. She served them both breakfast and yn asked Jack about his work.

He was busy working on this project with his coworkers and he seemed really excited about it too. Yn kissed her husband goodbye for work and almost immediately yn went to the phone and scheduled an appointment for the doctor's. She took a bus down there and sat in the waiting room filling out forms to be seen. "Yn Chambers?" A nurse called. Yn got up and followed the nurse to the exam room.

"The doctor will be with you shortly." The nurse said after taking yn's blood pressure, height and weight. She left the room when yn waited in the exam room with nothing but a paper gown on. A knock at the door startled her. "Yn?" Yn accepted the invite and the doctor came in through the door. It was a female doctor who had short curly blonde hair and greyish eyes. She was very friendly.

"What seems to be the trouble?" She asked. "Well... I've been having symptoms of a period but no period like bloating, sickness in the morning time only, hungry more than usual and tired with abdominal pains too but not severe pain." The doctor nodded listening to yn's complaints. She wrote something down on the clipboard she brought in with her and then she turned to nurse who was in the room assisting.

"Okay Mrs Chambers, I would like to test you for pregnancy if that's okay, your symptoms seem to be adding up to the common signs of pregnancy. We can do toad testing which is where we inject your urine into a frog and if the frog goes into heat then it's confirmed that you're pregnant. But I have to warn you it is costly."

Yn nodded. "How much?" "50 dollars." Yn thought about it. "Are there any other options?"

"You could come back in a couple months when you are in the advanced stages of pregnancy. By then we'll be able to tell. But if you want fast results, then the frog is the only way."

Yn told the doctor she'd think about it and come back when she and her husband made a decision. The doctor understood. She still did a checkup on yn and then she sent her on her way.

Yn took the bus back knowing that she would have to tell Jack sooner or later. She went home but decided she needed company and went over to Mary's house. "Hey yn what's going on with you?" Yn smiled. "Well I went to the doctors today and the doctor said that if I was to confirm my suspected pregnancy, then I would have to get toad testing which is super expensive or wait a couple months until I would be in the advanced pregnancy stages."

Mary nodded taking it all in. "Did you tell Jack yet?" Yn shook her head. "I'm thinking about it in case we decide he wants immediate results. But if I'm not pregnant and we spent all that money for nothing, well then that's another issue." Mary rubbed yn's back. "If you were pregnant, would you be happy?" Yn turned to her friend. "What do you mean?"

"Like....is a baby something you and Jack really want and if I'm getting too personal then just tell me to butt out okay?" Mary backed up. "No it's fine. But to answer your question.....yes. I do really want a baby. And Jack's talked about starting a family." Mary smiled. "I just want you both to be happy."

Yn appreciated the gesture. "Thanks. I wish you and Frank the best as well." Yn hugged Mary before leaving to her house. Later when Jack got back home, yn knew she had to speak to him. "Jack there's some.......we need to talk." Jack looked confused but still proceeded to sit on the couch to lend a listening ear.

"Jack.....I think I'm pregnant."

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"Come on yn you can do it! One more push!" The doctor said as yn was breathing hard and pushing with all her strength. Soon a cry could be heard throughout the room. "It's a healthy baby boy!" Yn smiled as tears of joy flew freely down her cheeks. The cleaned up her son before handing him to her and sending her husband in. "Oh my goodness! Yn is that?"

"Our son? Yep." She said fondling with her baby's fingers. Jack rubbed his forehead staring in awe at the beautiful baby that he was proud to call his own. "Do we have a name?" The nurse asked. Yn looked at Jack who spoke. "Roger Jack Chambers." The nurse smiled and wrote it down. Yn and Jack looked at each other with hopeful smiles and tired eyes.

They kissed each other passionately. It was hard to imagine that just a couple months ago, yn was hesitant to tell Jack about her pregnancy. But there was no doubt in this moment as the couple was more than happy to have a child.

For @heiditomlinson23 thanks for being patient!!!!!!

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Doll

Hard Dom! Jay x fem. bodied! reader; cursing, degradation, slight bondage and choking; unprotected sex; creampie; use of the word "doll"

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.7k words

Mellow speaks: I wanted to post this one yesterday, but I was too busy lmao. Anyway, here you go lovely anon, jealous and possessive Jay like you requested! I'm so happy to finally have posted my first Jay scenario (since I'm way too biased towards him despite him not being my bias lmao), and I hope you enjoy reading it!

"Jay come on," you whine, entering your shared apartment after narrowly missing being hit by the door that Jay almost slammed in your face. Your boyfriend doesn't reply, angrily storming into the kitchen and grabbing his beloved bottle of honey from the fridge. Knowing something must have ticked him off during the time the two of you spent at the dorm today, hanging out with the boys, you try to think back on what you may have done wrong, but nothing comes to mind. Sighing, you decide to try again, entering the kitchen as you say, "Bub, what's wrong? I won't know if you don't tell me." Still no reply, as Jay pushes past you on his way out, hitting your shoulder in the process. An "oww" escapes your lips, making him stop dead in his tracks. As much as he wants nothing to do with you right now, hurting you was never his intention, and he instantly feels guilt rush through him.

You notice this, a mischievous smile forming on your lips as you decide to push your luck. Walking up to him, you rub your shoulder in exaggeration, saying, "Okay so I made you angry and you hurt me. Now we're even, so stop with your drama." You must really have a death wish (or rather, you knew what angry Jay meant), because at the very next moment, his expression hardens once again, as he rolls his eyes and walks down the hall to your bedroom. Biting down on your tongue, you decide to follow him, refusing to give up till you get him to break. Or even better, until you get him to completely ruin you.

Entering the bedroom, you notice Jay taking his T-shirt off, and your mouth starts drooling at the bare sight of his exposed torso. You somehow manage to catch yourself, ready to watch as he unbuttons his jeans, when your phone rings, indicating that you have a call. Taking your phone out, you can't help but let out a giggle, catching Jay's attention. Picking up, a "Hey Sunghoon," escapes your lips, as you fail to notice your boyfriend's expression go sour again. "Well, good night to you guys too, I'll see you soon!," you say, hanging up, the smile still plastered on your face. "So now your precious Sunghoon is calling you and wishing you 'good night,' huh? Guess you don't need your boyfriend to do that for you anymore," Jay mutters out before he can stop himself, hoping you hadn't heard it. But you did hear it, and suddenly, the gears in your brain start to turn, and you know what has got him so worked up.

You wonder to yourself how you could possibly have been oblivious to the fact that he must have seen Sunghoon and you in the kitchen. Your boyfriend's group member (and one of your closest friends) had accidentally kissed you on the cheek when the two of you had managed to win a game against Jake and Heeseung. You hadn't paid any mind to it, but it seems that your boyfriend's possessive ass had noticed, and hadn't liked it. To make matters worse, you knew Jay had seen Sunghoon hugging you in the kitchen later, when he came to apologize, but you hadn't thought he'd be annoyed by that. Well, you had obviously been wrong. "You're jealous, aren't you?," you blurt out, the smirk making its way back to your lips.

He doesn't reply, just glaring at you from his place on the bed. "Well, aren't you?," you press again, biting your lips in anticipation, hoping for his patience to finally break. He still doesn't reply, causing you to press him further. "Well, if you aren't, then I think you'll be okay if I go grab some lunch with Hoonie tomorrow, right? He was telling me today just how much he likes hanging out with me," you say, smirking as you see his expression contort into one of anger. "Just a little bit more," you think to yourself, before taking a deep breath and sending forward your final blow. "And he's so good at hugging too! But I wonder what his lips would feel like, if they were somewhere else and not on my cheeks." And the next thing you know, your back has been slammed against the wall, as you feel Jay's hand closing in around your throat, his other arm trapping you between himself and the wall.

His eyes are practically fire at this point, and as he comes closer, a growl escapes his lips as he dares you to "Say that again," his lips forming into a menacing sneer. You try to speak, but no words escape your lips from how hard he is choking you. When he face is inches away from you, he whispers, "What happened, doll? Forgot how to speak? Tell me what else you like about Sunghoon," his voice sending shivers down your spine as he finally loosens his grip on your neck. Taking in two deep breaths, you look up at your boyfriend, noticing how all signs of the soft, caring man you know him to be, gone from his eyes, and replaced with nothing but fury and what you make out to be lust. He didn't get mad at you often, but when he did, it usually results in you being a writhing mess under him, and you can feel that today will be no different.

Despite how angry Jay looks, you can't help but feel the wetness pooling between your legs, or the excitement spreading through your body, as you imagine him taking out his frustration on you sooner or later. Deciding to test him further, you mutter, "Sunghoon's lips-," and the next thing you know, he has smashed his lips onto yours, your head hitting the wall softly. He bites down your bottom lip, catching you by surprise as he shoves his tongue into your mouth without warning, eliciting a soft moan from you. He continues to kiss you roughly, his hands making their way down your sides and near the hem of your top. Pulling away, he practically glowers at you, his eyes screaming, "By the time I'm done with you, the only name you'll remember will be mine." Latching his lips onto your jaw, his mouth makes it way down your neck as his hands slip under your top, traveling upwards until they reach your boobs.

A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his hands ghosting over your bra, before he pulls the cups down, twisting your nipples while simultaneously biting down on that one spot on your neck he knows drives you insane. Barely two minutes in, and you're already putty in Jay's hands. It doesn't escape his notice, and he smirks against your skin, pulling away slightly only to say, "I have barely started and you're already so weak for me, doll," before licking the spot where he had left a mark. His lips move back towards you throat, leaving a couple more bites as your hands instinctively make their way to his hair, gently tugging on him. Definitely a bad move, since the very next moment, he has pulled away from you, your body aching to be touched by him again. "You don't get to lay your hands on me after being such a slut today," he chuckles darkly, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it, leaning back to fully expose his chiseled (and naked) torso. He finally pulls down his already unbuttoned jeans down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, his hardness easy to make out.

Starting to panic, you blurt out a quick, "Jay I-," only to have your boyfriend cut you off. "Save your breath doll. You're gonna need it for later when I have you screaming my name." That effectively shuts you up, making a satisfied grin settle on Jay's face. It quickly morphs into something else though, as he says, "Strip," catching you off guard. You blink at him a few times, causing him to get irritated and say, "Take an order for once, can you? I haven't got all day for your shit." That gets you going, as you gently take your top off, turning around so that your back is towards him. You unclasp your bra, arms covering your bare chest as you turn back around, Jay looking at you in anticipation. You slowly remove your hands away from your boobs, attempting to wiggle your chest to tease him but eventually deciding against it. Your hands move to the button on your shorts, and loosening it, you pull the article down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

Just as you're about to hook your fingers into your underwear, you feel Jay's hands taking hold of your wrist, pulling you towards the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He gently places you on the bed, and for a second, you feel like he's not mad at you anymore. But that thought quickly goes out the window when you notice him picking your bra up from the floor, and you immediately know what's to come. Standing in front of you, "Headboard," is all he says, and you find yourself crawling towards the bedpost, your butt peeking out from under your panties as Jay climbs the bed behind you. Unable to control himself, Jay ends up slapping your butt cheek, making you let out a gasp followed by a whine as you turn around. Looking at you, he lowly growls, "Mine," before grabbing your wrists roughly and tying them to the bedpost using your bra, tight enough to keep you in place, but not enough to hurt you.

"Jayyy," you whine out, arching your back as his hands travel down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "What is it, doll?," he asks, his voice sickeningly sweet. "W-want you," you moan out, as his hands return to your boobs, massaging them. "Should've thought that before you went fucking around with Sunghoon, no?," he spats, face dipping down to suck on your nipples. You throw your head back, partly in pleasure and partly to give him better access. You don't notice his hand ghosting near your clothed core, until you feel him rubbing his hand against you over the fabric of your panties. It doesn't take him long to push the cloth to the side, rubbing your clit as you let out soft mewls of his name. "That's right, I'm the one who gets to touch you like this. You're fucking mine, and you have no fucking right to mess around with anyone else," your boyfriend says, a menacing sneer on his face. The filthy words work wonders on your body, causing a fresh wave of wetness to greet you.

Jay pulls your panties down your legs, spreading your thighs before shoving two fingers inside you at once. "Fuck Jayyyy," you moan loudly, closing your eyes as he smirks hearing his name fall from your lips. "W-want m-more," you whine out, arching your back in the hopes that he'd give you what you want. Suddenly, he stops, pulling his fingers out of you as he gets off the bed. "More?," he says, walking over to the cupboard, "I'll fucking give you more." When he turns back towards you, you can't help but gulp upon seeing what he has in his hands. An evil smile graces his lips as he returns to you, setting the vibrator to the highest speed before shoving it into your soaked pussy. With the vibrations hitting you, you feel your eyelids grow heavy as a series of moans escape your lips.

"So beautiful. And all for me," Jay says, spreading his legs as he takes down his boxers, causing his erection to spring out. He pumps it a few times, smirking at the way your mouth visibly waters at the mere sight, and the way you try to free your hands and reach out to touch him, but to no avail. Tired of trying, you let out a whine, your breathing becoming shallow as he vibrator pushes you closer to the edge. Jay takes this as a sign to pull the plug out of you, leaving your walls clenching around nothing. Lying down, he smirks up at you before thrusting his tongue into your hole, drawing figure eights inside you, as his fingers return to torturing your clit. "Ahh, fuck Jayyy, I-I'm gonna," you moan out, cumming all over his face immediately after. He expertly laps your juices up, failing to stop a sigh of satisfaction from escaping his lips. Coming down from your high, you can't do anything but lay there, spent, as Jay lifts his head up, kissing you on the lips. But you know the kiss is not out of love, and instead, is to humiliate you. To make you taste yourself, and show you just how powerless you are under him. Pulling away, Jay smirks at you once again, that devilish look back on his face.

"You looked so fucking beautiful for me right now, babe," he teases, voice dropping to a whisper. "I wish Sunghoon was here, then he could see just how well you take me, and witness me fucking you senseless until my cum seeps out from you." You can't help but let out a gasp, shocked to hear such filthy words coming out his mouth. Sure, this isn't the first time you've had angry sex, but still, it seems different. You are pulled out out your thoughts when you feel the tie on your hands come loose, and looking up, you notice Jay untying your wrists, gently rubbing the area where they've turned red. He makes quick work of his boxers, quickly aligning himself near your entrance. He rams into you without warning, entering you hilt deep with such force that you feel your bang softly against the headboard, eliciting a yelp from you and a groan from him. He continues to move in and out of you, pushing into you with full force, and hitting spots you hadn't hadn't known existed, and giving you pleasure like you've never felt before.

The room quickly fills up with the sound of skin slapping against skin as Jay continues to fuck you like there's no tomorrow, coupled with the loud gasps from the two of you. Finally free, your hands travel from his hair to his back, leaving nail marks in their wake, before getting entangled in his locks once again. Soon enough, Jay's name starts dripping out of your mouth like a mantra, causing your boyfriend to smirk at having accomplished his mission. The knot in your stomach starts growing again, and before you know it, you find yourself moaning out, "J-Jay, I'm c-close," only for him to reply, "Hang in there, doll, wait for me," a grunt following his words. It doesnt take long before his incessant movements inside you push you over the edge, giving you what might possibly be one of the best orgasms you have ever had, your whole body convulsing with pleasure. Jay cums not long after, filling you up to the brim with his juice. Coming down from your highs, you find Jay collapsing on top of your body, the force he had to put in having spent all of his energy too.

After a while, he pulls out of you, smiling upon seeing your body sprawled out on the bed. He slowly gets up, cleaning you up before kissing your lips slowly. "I love you Jay," you manage to croak out, lifting your head up to catch his lips in another kiss. He can't help but smile at how gorgeous you look, whispering out an "I love you, doll," before collapsing next to you. You turn to face him, cuddling up to his chest. "You're the only one for me, you know that right?," you yawn out after a couple minutes, making him grin as he says, "Yep, I do." A few seconds pass before he says, "And I'll make sure Sunghoon knows it too," causing you whack his shoulder as you drift off to sleep.

[gildedmuse]

Hey, everyone.

So recently I've (predictably) very not well. Actually, whenever I don't post for long periods, just assume my body is trying to kill me. But I've gotten messages from three people asking if I. Okay, which is super sweet. I am actually trying to work on the next All Hearts, a really long ZoLaw post and two request fics, but mixing chronic kidney pain and capitalist society's mandate to work 40+ hours is not recommended.

But to prove I'm okay and still me, here is some Shanks antics with him being a total slut while Mihawk and Beckman just roll their eyes and go along with it. [Shout out to @jhaernyl who not only listens to me ramble about this stuff, but actively encourages it]. I also have many thoughts on the latest episodes and so many screenshots it's embarrassing. Hopefully, when I'm in less pain, I'll get around to actually posting those. Otherwise I just look like an insane person who literally takes by the second frame shots every time Zoro is on screen.

.... What is that? I look like that anyway? Fair.

Shanks Is A Bad Influence

It feels like Buggy and Shanks split up after Roger's death (the crew was told to, and they are the only ones who went to his execution) and I find it impossible to think Shanks didn't immediately set out and find a crew; like, pirating is the only thing this kid knows in life. This means two things:

He set out from East Blue. Also, he seemed at ease and familiar with the East so it's possible he spent like a year there getting everything together. Maybe he even played around in the other blues for a while before heading back to the Grand Line. I say this because his crew is from all over so either he found and recruited them in the Grand Line or visited various blues. Either way, I'm gonna say it took him about two years before getting a 'proper' start. In that case, he would have started out properly at the age of 17 and we know One Piece likes it's parallels.

That still puts Shanks at 17 to Benn Beckmen's 28. How the fuck did Shanks manage that? I'd call it grave robbing, but let's face it, the little tyke probably got up to some actual robbing of graves as well.

My point being everytime Shanks teases Mihawk about keeping this 19 year old kid on his personal island, mostly shirtless, Benn Beckmen just lifts an eyebrow.

Excuse me, captain, who had prefected the 'opps still don't have my sea legs' trip-and-fall into their first mates lap by the age of 17?

Shanks: Beckmen, you caught me! *Shamelessly nuzzles up* Thank goodness! I could be a devil's fruit user after all and - Ahh!

Benn: *Drops Shanks straight over the side of the ship into the water*

Shanks: *Sputtering* What what that!?

Benn: Checking to see if you had eaten a devil's fruit on us, Capatin.

Benn: You didn't.

Smart ass. But he can't resist Shanks forever. Shanks will wear him down eventually.

Next time Mihawk tracks him down for another match - because you know he gets bored way quicker than he'll ever admit and Shanks is at least amusing a challenge - Shanks makes a big deal out of how Mihawk follows him around, "accidentally" revealing they slept together, sighing about how it's so hard to resist him.

Benn Beckmen is just leaning against the side of the ship, sipping his booze.

Shanks: -and I can't stay for hours like last time!!

Mihawk: Are you quite done?

Shanks: *whispering* Does Benn look jealous?

Mihawk: He looks bored. Much like I am. Is this some strange attempt to get out of my challenge, Akagami?

Shanks: What? No, come on I told you I was game. But, hey, could you do me a favor? Maybe like try and kiss me or something? Like take a swing like your going to hit me but then stop shot and grab me by the waist instead.

Mihawk: .... Trickery is beneath you. Besides, you're absolute rubbish at it.

Shanks: Oh, come on, I would totally help you get laid if you asked!

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* I want a proper match afterwards.

Mihawk: *In a forced, monotone voice* After this I will take you to my lair and have my way with you, Akagami.

Mihawk: ... My lair? Really?

Shanks: *Holding up cue card with quickly scribbled line* What? That is how you talk.

Mihawk: I can't believe I wasted precious hours of light tracking you to this atrociously rural port.

Shanks: See? Now, read the next one.

Benn: Captain? If this is going to take all night, I am going to go join the rest of the men in the tavern.

Shanks: Huh? Wait! Benn! What if Miha really stabs me this time!?

Benn: *Salutes Shanks with his bottle* Sounds like that is his plan captain. Have a good 'challenge'.

Shanks: What? No... *Reaching out hand, like he might die if Benn leaves, looking completely devastated* Not even a little jealous...

Mihawk: You couldn't have thought that pantomime would actually work.

Shanks: Benny, don't leave me.... *Turns to Mihawk, immediately brightening* Oh, well, there's always tomorrow. Hey, Miha, guess whose free all night and horny as a pirate in the calm belt?

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* Very well.

Mihawk might as well get something for the trip he made. Although, he's reconsidering if the sex was actually worth the trouble after he ends up listening to Shanks worry half the night that Benn is shacking up with someone else (after a couple hours of rough and raw fucking, admittedly).

Is it the hat? He likes his captain's hat. Miha, you think his captain's hat is sexy, don't you?

Mihawk: It's utterly ridiculous.

Shanks: ....

Shanks: ....

Shanks: *Smile* Ahh, Miha, I knew you liked the hat!

Shanks: What do you old Northerns find sexy?

Mihawk: I am only four years older than you.

Mihawk: And silence.

Trying to convince Mihawk to go spy on Beckman for him. Shanks doesn't actually care if he does sleep with someone else, it's more that Beckman didn't immediately turn angry and jealous like Buggy would have that has him paranoid.

Mihawk is going to fuck this annoying red head again just to shut him up.

Mihawk: Maybe he doesn't like red haired boys who don't know when to be quiet?

The next morning Shanks is pacing among his poor crew that's gotten stuck listening to Shanks obsess about Beckman again. IS IT REALLY THE HAIR!?

It's not even a matter of Shanks's age (or obvious immaturity). I mean, Beckman got on board and stayed, didn't he? Beckman just enjoys watching Shanks try so hard to get his attention. Like Benn's attention isn't constantly on Shanks. He had to when his captain is always one step away from disaster.

He only left him with Mihawk because it was clear Dracule is not a real danger to Beckman's captain.

Except maybe insulting him to death. But Beckman is pretty sure Shanks can handle it. He's met Buggy. He's suspects Shanks LIKES it if anything.

It gets to the point where when they dock somewhere and see Mihawk waiting, or come back to the ship and spot his familiar silhouette, most of the crew goes off somewhere for another drink (sometimes the newer kids will stay to watch such an awesome fight, everyone else is like... Look, you'll have plenty of opportunities later. This is not a one off.)

Benn just takes a look around, nods to Mihawk (a silent signal for, "he's all yours, do with him as you please, if anything happens to him I will track you down and make sure your last few hours on this blue world are as painful as humanly possible") and heads off.

Oh, it's just the Hawk boy.

That's fine then.

Benn use to be a sailor on a trade ship between the North, East, West and Grand Line. He's seen it all.

They called him The Gun Slinger BEFORE he joined Shanks's crew and became a pirate.

So this young, broke ass kid from the streets of some near artic northern island trying to pass himself off as a Lower North rich type has a thing for his captain? Not really enough to keep Beckman up at night, no matter how good at swords he's supposed to be

Besides, he's pretty sure for the kid to keep tracking down Shanks, he must be bored out of his skull. He's not going to do anything to endanger their captain.

Not if Shanks is the only thing he can find to keep him entertained.

One day, Mihawk is going to be waiting on the dock when a bunch of Red Haired pirates are stumbling home, laughing and chattering amongst themselves (Shanks's crew always seems to be in a good mood). One of them will catch sight if Mihawk and walk by with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

The captain's occupied. Seems likely he'll be 'occupied' for a good while, too.

Mihawk won't smile, but he will think "So you finally warmed him up to you, Akagami?" and snort lightly.

Poor Benn, though. Mihawk could never imagine being with someone so much younger than him. Shanks is only four years his junior and already it strains Mihawk to put up with his occasional moments of "youthful whimsy" (aka being an annoying, immature child)

"A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair"

Mihawk just putting that on his Not To Do List.

That lasted until Roronoa.

(Mihawk just looking at Zoro knowing this is bad news.)

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

*Cross out, scribbles*

*Hands back to Benn*

Do Not Do:

- A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair a silly hat, who is overly dramatic and in any way, shape or form related to Gol D Rogers.

Ace: Hey what's up?

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

Go ahead, Benn, laugh it up. Mihawk is aware he has a type. Young, pretty, and utterly insane.

After that night where Shanks was otherwise 'occupied', it's over six months before Mihawk sees his friend his rival again. He is, as expected, far too smug and proud looking.

Shanks: Oh, Miha, so sorry you came all this way, I'm-

Benn: Well, I'm off, captain.

Shanks: What!? But we, you, I... Benn, hessoeexyarentyouworriedforyourcaptain?

Benn: *patting Mihawk on the shoulder* Have fun with him. Don't forget to return him by noon tomorrow, we have a schedule. Oh, but if you can babysit him for at least four hours? That would be great.

Shanks: BABYSIT!?

Mihawk: I suppose I can be troubled to do so.

Shanks: TROUBLED!?

Benn: Thanks, Hawkeyes. I owe you.

Shanks: *Fake tears clinging to his lashes* You two are so mean!

No, don't feel bad for him. Shanks is just trying to guilt the two of them into bed at the same time, and they both know it.

Thanks no thanks, they're not into that. But Shanks can be pretty cute when he's trying so hard (Benn) and at least he's not as boring as everything else in this world (Mihawk) so they allow him to keep up the act

Shanks: *looking at Zoro's wanted poster over Mihawk's shoulder* But I feel like you'd gladly go to bed with him and his captain if he asked. That doesn't seem fair to me. You'd never go that far with me and Benn.

Mihawk: *Eyes Benn*

Mihawk: *DEAD. ONLY.*

Mihawk: I have my reasons.

They can and do agree on plenty of things, including reciprocally not being that attracted to each other.

Shanks: Sounds fake to me

Shanks: But guys!

Shanks: This isn't about you

He's gonna need you guys to drop the egos and focus on what HE wants. I.E., being in the middle of two sexy Northern men.

Honestly, so mean to poor Shanks!

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

Hi there! Congrats on reaching your milestone. I love reading what you write and am always super excited when I see you post.

I've always done a lot in school, course load wise, and have been feeling burnt out for a long time, but I've made it this far and can't do much else but keep going. Lately I'm so stressed and constantly on the verge of breaking down. If you have time I would really like to request some comfort from Din and Grogu. Maybe something where the reader has always been a hard worker, taking a whole bunch on their plate. Din and Gorgu are worried about them but don't know how to help or what to do until they finally breakdown from the stress. Then the boys jump right into action.

Sorry if this doesn't make much sense this is my first time requesting something and I don't know how to do this 😅. I know this is kind of a long request and you feel free to do it whenever you get the chance.

Info post

Writing challenge

Thank you! I loved writing this request for you :)

So this ended up becoming more of a oneshot than a drabble. My mind just took this idea and RAN with it. I hope you'll like it!

Din Djarin x gn!reader

Words: 1 555

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst and fluff, reader is stressed and has anxiety, mention of insomnia and bad food habits

Tagging: @captainpoopweinersoldier @brightlycoloredteacups @omgreally @spacedadmando @startrekkingaroundasgard @anjodedesgostoeerros @xleiaorgana @dankest-farrik @littlemisspascal @placeinthemiddleofnowhere

Rest

There’s a thousand things you have to do. Wash the little one’s bed linen after an early morning vomit, scrub the fresher, help Din with the repairs and with restocking supplies. Your body is sluggish though your mind is working at lightning speed as it tries to not only remember all of the tasks that need to be completed but also planning how to do them in the most efficient way. You’d blame your sluggishness on a night of poor sleep, say that you’ll just get to bed a bit earlier tonight and wake up as spry as ever tomorrow. But the truth is, you can’t remember the last time you had a good night’s sleep. Can’t remember the last time you didn’t wake up with a heavy feeling in your stomach. Still, you press on. You loathe the idea of just being dead weight on the ship so you make yourself useful. It’s not long after putting the child down for his post-lunch nap that Din appears in the small sleeping area.

“Cyar’ika,” he says in his modulated voice, low so as to not wake the little one again “could you help me with cleaning the pulse rifle? Karga moved up the meeting so I have to leave early.” Another thing on your already long list. Your shoulders begin to droop but you are quick to correct them, straightening yourself and putting on your biggest smile. Din needs your help and you want to provide it.

"Right," you say, as bright and chipper as you can "Of course." The helmet tilts to the side. Observant, suspicious.

"Are you okay?" Din asks after a moment’s silence.

"Mhm." You reply, even though some part of you knows that that’s a lie but you force those thoughts back into hiding. His fingers curl and uncurl in a repetitive pattern, he shifts his stance and nods in the general direction of the cargo hold.

"Cyar’ika, you know we aren't that low on supplies. We can wait a few more days," Din begins and you bite back a sigh, moving to walk past him as he continues speaking "I'll clean the fresher after the meeting. There's really no need to do everything-"

"I don't have time for this right now, Din." You snap. His hand stills, floating in the air just inches away from your shoulder. He doesn’t understand. It’s not just that you want to help with all of the everyday tasks required to keep the Crest and Din’s and the child’s lives running smoothly, nor is it as simple as saying that you do chores because it makes you feel like you deserve your spot in the little family that the three of you have built together.

It’s also that if the fresher is left until tonight the knowledge that it’s grimy will be occupying your thoughts all day, and that if you don’t go get supplies today as soon as the market opens you might not be able to get those sweet fruits that the child loves and then he’ll be inconsolable which in turn will leave even more work for you and Din every time you go to feed the little one. You’re so caught up in the rapidly spiraling thoughts that you don’t even realize that you’re shaking. Din steps closer but he lets his hand fall back down as if worried you’ll snap again if he touches you.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Though he says it like a command, there’s nothing harsh or demanding about his voice. Just genuine concern and soft encouragement to speak your mind. You hold on to your thoughts for another few moments, eyes squeezed shut as if that will make everything go away, but eventually you cave.

“There’s too many things to do.” You murmur, still half-turned away from Din to hide the tears that are threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. There’s the sound of shuffling boots like he’s shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You don’t have to do them all.” He makes it sound like it’s so simple, like you can just choose to skip out on doing things because they are boring or stressful. There’s a careful hand at your elbow and then Din is pulling you, spinning you, back into his chest so that he can look you in the eyes. His gloved thumb comes up to wipe away the tears.

“Every time I get back from a hunt and see all of the things you’ve managed to get done I‘m amazed,” he says and in spite of your emotional state you latch on to the sliver of praise “And a little concerned because I don’t see how you’re able to sleep and eat and just enjoy yourself while doing all of these chores.” Your hands twitch at your sides and you can feel something like a grimace pull at the corners of your mouth.

“I don’t.” You confess. His head rocks back as if you’ve physically struck him. It takes him a moment to process and when he’s done his words come out in a tone so high pitched that you almost burst into laughter.

“You don’t sleep or eat when I’m out?” It’s not funny, it really isn’t, and you bite back the laughter.

“I’m not starving myself,” you say instead, defensively “I just forget sometimes. And sleeping is- it’s difficult.” Going to bed early, all of the herbal remedies and the blackout curtains that you set up to keep even the control panel lights out at night doesn’t seem to help. Most times, it takes you hours to fall asleep. And on the few nights it doesn’t, you always wake up soon after and then comes the agonizing process of going back to sleep. Din’s arms tighten around you and he begins to sway back and forth like he’s trying to get you to dance with him. It’s nice. Your head tilts forward to rest against his shoulder.

“What can I do?” He asks, voice low and gravelly again. You shrug at the question because you genuinely don’t know. You’re the good one, the hardworking one, you’ve always been that way and such you’re not accustomed to others asking how they might help you.

“I don’t know.” The silence stretches on and then, just as you think Din is about to speak, there’s a familiar gurgling sound coming from the hammock where the child should be sleeping. Of course, he’s not asleep. Whether it’s your and Din’s conversation, or just his general reluctance to nap, the little one is awake and studying the two of you with big, bright eyes. You manage to take half a step forward before you’re stopped by a hand on your shoulder.

“I have an idea.” Din says. With the kid cradled in one arm, he begins to move about the sleeping quarters. He pulls at blankets and pillows, gathering them all into a pile on the floor while the child babbles and you observe. In a matter of minutes, he manages to create a comfortable looking cot that you suspect is meant to fit all three of you.

“Sit.” Din orders, and you do. You can’t help but run your fingers along the blankets. It’s not a long term solution: there’s no way of closing this bed off from the rest of the ship nor any way to secure the child should the ship be hit by something but for now it’s a way for all of you to lie down next to each other. The sleeping space you usually share with Din is small enough as is, if the kid were to climb in as well it’d be impossible. Din gets down next to you, the child secure on his lap.

“We’re going to rest together. If this little womp rat starts to fuss you’re going to let me deal with it. When I leave for the meeting I’m taking him with me so that you don’t have to take care of him,” here is where you go to protest but Din speaks over you “I’ll stop by the market afterwards and get only the absolutely necessary supplies to last us another couple of days, and when I get back you better not have scrubbed this place from head to toe because that is my chore.” He leaves no room for argument. You open and close your mouth a handful of times, intending to refuse this deal, but each time you remain silent. Din looks at you like he’s daring you to disagree. It’s in the set of his shoulders, in the way he cocks his head. You huff and puff and pout but in the end you agree.

“Fine.” You say and Din nods in approval. He gingerly sets the child down between the two of you and immediately a little green hand reaches out to clutch at the front of your tunic, something that seems to comfort him.

“Rest, cyar’ika.” Din murmurs. You wipe the fresh batch of tears away and reposition, lying down with your head in his lap and the child curled against your chest. Din pulls a blanket over your form, runs a thumb down your cheek in a soothing gesture. And for the first time in months, maybe even years, sleep comes easy.