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borathae · 2 months ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #53 - Adorable]

"When Jungkook is so cute by merely exisiting."

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: she thinks that he is the cutest, which he is <3, a cute sushi date with a beach walk afterwards, she bites his nose <3, he is also a lil shit because let's be honest he is, and we all love him so much for it <3, one (1) mention of suggestive themes

Wordcount: 1.1k

a/n: this is inspired by this gifset 🧡 i just love his lil pout and pretty eyes so much :( also, please bear with me. you besties are gonna get longer stories again. christmas time at work is just very stressful and time consuming and i rarely have energy to write :(

Jungkook is minding his own business. He is living his own life, enjoying the moment, existing. And you can’t take your eyes off of him. He isn’t even doing anything. He is merely and simply existing and you still think that he is the most adorable and handsome person that ever existed and ever will exist.

He is wearing a white, oversized long arm shirt today, combining a black bucket hat with it. His bangs cover his forehead and his face carries no makeup. He is entirely comfortable with his look. It is simple, but you think that he is a work of art.

You and he are currently on a fun and relaxing date to a costal restaurant. The theme of the restaurant is local fish and the chef specializes in sushi. She explains each serving in great detail and Jungkook is really enjoying his time here. You have never witnessed him listen so intently and with such attention for such a long time before. Now, don’t misunderstand, this isn’t supposed to be mean. You love him and you also love how easily his attention span can wander. Something as small and simple as a pretty bug by the side of the road can already pull his attention away. Sometimes, even something as simple as a random thought can completely beam him away. You never saw it as a negative trait, but you also have to admit that seeing him so deeply engrossed in sushi knowledge is surprising and wonderful to witness. He pouts his lips without noticing and his eyes are so big in wonder. You just love him so much. His reactions to the food are almost better. You haven’t laughed that much during lunch in a long time. He is so cute.

He would definitely whine if he knew that you are calling him cute. He doesn’t like to be called that way (a lie, he likes to tell you. He definitely likes it, you are sure of it). And the thing is? You can’t blame him.

Jungkook is a strong and muscular man. He is pierced, tattooed and drives a huge Harley. He also knows how to knock someone out with just one punch and the multiple times he had you in his arms and on his cock at the same time are definitely haunting your mind from time to time. Jungkook is just such a Man and he shouldn’t be this cute in your eyes, but he is. He is so tender and beautiful and full of childlike wonder. When he talks to you, he talks in a soft voice and when he holds your hand, he always draws hearts on your skin. He greets and thanks the staff of whatever places you visit and whenever it is possible, he makes their jobs easier by helping out as best as possible.

He is just so warm. Yes, this is how he is. He is warm like a safe hug, warm like hot cocoa, warm like a blanket after a person laid under it for a long time.

And right now, you think that he is unbearably cute in his little outfit with his pretty eyes and pouty lips.

The sushi chef turns her back to you and him again, preparing the next course. Jungkook glances at you from the corner of his eyes. He has been feeling your eyes on him the entire time the chef explained her process. He is starting to get nervous.

When you don’t seem to want to stop any time soon, he finally speaks up.

“Is something the matter, my sweetheart?” he asks, turning his head to you and rubbing your back. You and he are sitting next to each other so it is easy to do.

“I just think that you’re so cute.”

He furrows his brows and pouts, “don’t call me that.”

“I can’t help it. You’re just so…can I bite your nose?”

“No? Why would you wanna bite my nose?” he says genuinely confused and touches his own nose.

“Because if I don’t get to munch on something soon, I will riot.”

He pulls a grimace of judgement.

“You’re a weirdo”, he says and turns his head away.

“Please?”

“No. Not here”, he whines and then the chef returns with the new course.

The sushi date continues. Jungkook is mesmerised while you are mesmerised by him. How can such a masculine, strong man be so cute? And how will you survive not munching on him?

You and he take a walk by the pier after lunch, holding hands and enjoying the ocean breeze. You snap some pictures by the beach, some together and some of each other. Afterwards it is time for ice cream, which you enjoy sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean.

“You are looking at me again”, Jungkook says.

“I can’t help it. You’re so cute today.”

“You know that I could easily bench press you, don’t you?”

“I am aware. I still think that you’re cute. Gosh Kookie, this shirt fits you so well. You’re looking so snuggly.”

You cuddle into him, hugging his waist and resting your cheek on his shoulder. Jungkook drapes his arm around you, smiling shyly.

“Can I really not bite your nose?” you mumble.

“Why do you wanna bite my nose?”

“Because.” You poke his nose. “No nose has ever nosed as hard as your nose does.”

He scoffs, “okay? Whatever that may mean.”

“It means that I wanna bite your nose. Please?”

“But why? It’s my nose, I need it to breathe.”

“I’m not gonna do it hard. Just a little nibble. Once. Please?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“A cute nose bite?”

“Yeah.” He laughs. “That’s not convincing.”

“You get to take two bites of my ice cream?”

He squints his eyes, letting out a long, “hmmmmmm.”

“Three bites?”

“Okay fine, we have a deal.”

“Yes! Oh my god, I’m so happy”, you exclaim and cup his cheeks to turn his head to you.

With a racing pulse, you lean closer so you could finally bite his nose. You have wanted to do this ever since this date started. He has such a pretty and biteable nose. You make sure to be as gentle as possible. All you need is for your teeth to feel his nose just once. You don’t want to hurt him.

Jungkook grumbles in faux annoyance, giving you a pout afterwards.

“Happy?”

“Very. This was the highlight of my day, seriously.”

He chuckles, “if you say so. Now give me ice cream.”

“There you go.”

Jungkook practically sucks in your ice cream like a vacuum, leaving you with an empty ice cream cone and an agape mouth.

“Jungkook!” You exclaim, “what the hell?”

He chuckles with a full mouth, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You’re so annoying”, you whine, nudging his chest.

“You said three bites. Never said how big they can- ow, ah, brain freeze.”

“Serves you right, you ice cream thieving egg.”

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mecachrome · 2 months ago

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#i wish it weren't taboo to talk about how 814 are literally just an audhd couple... could discuss this for days. does anyone want to

actually yes i would like nothing more this is lowkey all i think about sometimes

HLSDKFHLH i was about to publish my own post but now i feel enabled to write a Longer Response 🧡 thank u guys

2 me 814 is Girl who is so classically adhd it's comical (overt hyperfixations + poor executive function + basically arfid + time blindness) coexists beautifully with Misunderstood autistic girl (too straightforward for other people + pretended to be a car as a child + sensory issues through the roof + consciously masking in every interview) while everyone loses their minds because they should Hate Each Other and be at each other's throats??! and yet they don't because their neurodivergent swag transcends petty team politics 💗

like honestly i think they interact easily because they're both weird & particular in their own ways but their priorities are ultimately the same so why would any of that matter you know? and they try to accommodate each other when they're able to even if it's little things like oscar not eating salmon around lando anymore lol 😭 (i say this as audhd guy with extreme sensory issues and many other Problems and Issues... that is in fact romanze to me. also little stuff like the No Name Drop? moment because yes it's small in the grand scheme of things but to me it's special because it's like... THEIR inside joke and oscar is proving he does enjoy it and cares about maintaining it :') and then when lando was feeling down post-race in brazil he pulled out landinho all on his own <3)

like this is so random but i was just rewatching the logan sexed bit earlier and it's so funny how oscar is just like ??? WHAT. and somewhat annoyed at being grilled about it because in his head he's thinking "it's literally just a show title why are you Willfully Misunderstanding me idg why that's so funny to you are you 5." but with lando there's so much less... idk laughing At each other as if there's some big joke one person is missing out on and more just giggling together because oscar thinks every little thing lando says is funny and because they're equally charmed by each other's particularities. like oscar doesn't mind that lando is super fidgety and respects that he has Depths (saying that lando is a mix of sarcastic/dry, excitable, and serious) while lando has joked that oscar is somewhat robotic before but obviously still revels in wheedling genuine reactions out of him :') like you can see from how they get caught up in their little world while in parc fermé or doing their f1 media duties that they're capable of just focusing on Each Other without a care in the world for other people and they aren't talking just to have content for the cameras...

and like again the whole point of f1 is that it's a media circuit that needs overextended drama to survive as a consumable product but in the end neither of them care to sustain these artificial demands because it's just antithetical to their personalities and how their brains operate... their job is literally just car 🏎

also another thing is how people talk about 814 always twinning but what adds even more dimension to it is basically oscar admitting and being conscious of his mirroring lando's expressions 😭 and the fact that he's always choosing him for interview questions/copying his answers during games! like i think it's sooo compelling that oscar unintentionally latched onto lando as a young teenager in the uk and never really strayed from that because you have a very expressive, larger-than-life lando who is prone to being misrepresented because people don't really understand the manifestation of adhd and then level-headed oscar who is also poorly read because he doesn't express himself "conventionally" taking one look at lando and being like Hmmm yes. i'll mold myself after that. and lando being so happy and open to that dynamic 🧡 does it not move u

#ask #op meta #814 meta #ANYWAY.

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revolutionsingingintherainnn · 2 months ago

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your desi reader fics make me feel so seen 🥹 can I request an oscar x desi reader fic? maybe of them like watching a bollywood movie together bc I just know he’d ask a gazillion questions bc it doesn’t make sense but they’re not meant to follow logic bro just enjoy 😭

Just Pure Feeling -`♡´-

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It was a cozy evening in your apartment. The low thrum of the ceiling fan and the smell of dinner you'd just had clung to the air. You sat cross-legged on the couch, surrounded by cushions in every colour imaginable, with the warm dimming of fairy lights softening the room.

Oscar was staring at the TV screen, seemingly befuddled; he had somehow found himself snuggled next to you. His usual biting wit and calm demeanor seem to have deserted him utterly.

The film? Ah, Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham—one of your favorites, the great family epic of love, drama, and much else more.

You glanced over at him, trying not to laugh. He was taking this whole Bollywood thing very seriously.

"Okay, so… let me get this straight," Oscar said, pausing the movie just as a dramatic scene of Shah Rukh Khan running across the airport flashed on the screen. “Why does he look like he’s running through a storm of rose petals?”

You laughed, taking the remote control from his hand and played the movie. "It's a Bollywood film, Oscar. It's not about the logic. It's about the emotions".

He blinked twice, eyebrows furrowed in incomprehension. "He's just… running? Like, why is he running in slow motion? And what's with the over-the-top background music? No one does this shit in real life".

"Oh, trust me. It's all part of the charm," you said with a grin, squeezing his arm. "It's the drama, the flair, the passion. It's what makes it special."

Oscar shook his head, still processing what he'd just witnessed. "But why is everyone crying so much? Like, for a movie that literally means 'sometimes happiness, sometimes sadness', I've only seen sadness till now. And why is everyone wearing these elaborate outfits for literally every occasion?"

"Because they're expressing their feelings, Oscar! Emotions are bigger than life here. And don't even get me started on the fashion—it's a cultural thing. The more bling, the better." You laughed at his confused expression. "You'll get used to it. It's about the spectacle."

He furrowed his brow, not satisfied. "Spectacle? The movie's just one melodrama after another! A huge family reunion, and now everyone's hugging… Did he just turn away from his family for years over a misunderstanding?"

You bit your lip to hold in a chuckle. "Yep. That's what makes it Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham — sometimes you have happiness, sometimes sadness. It's all about the grand emotional journey."

Oscar gazed at the screen a few more seconds, his eyes wide. "Okay, but how do they have the energy to sing and dance in the middle of a serious conversation? Like, how does that happen?"

"Bollywood logic," you shrugged, as if that explained everything. "People break into song in the middle of a heartfelt discussion. They could be talking about how to solve world peace, and suddenly it's a dance number. It's magic, Oscar."

He rubbed his temples, clearly trying to keep up with the plot, but at least, he was trying. "But… they just lost their son in a family feud. Why is there a dance number in the middle of a tragedy? This makes no sense!"

You laughed so hard that you had to pause the movie for a moment, clutching your stomach. "Because, Oscar," you said, voice still bubbling with laughter, "it's a Bollywood film. It's a rollercoaster of emotions. You go from crying your eyes out to dancing in the rain in the blink of an eye."

Oscar blinked again, his eyes flicking between the screen and you, as if trying to make sense of it all. "So, what you're saying is… it's not supposed to make sense?"

"Exactly. You're supposed to feel it."

"Well, I'm definitely feeling something," Oscar muttered under his breath. "I just don't know what it is."

"Good!" You smirk at him, flicking him lightly on the shoulder. "Now stop overthinking it and enjoy the ride."

Oscar sank back into the couch with a heavy sigh, surrendering himself to not knowing anything. And yet, you could see the curiosity in his eyes amidst the confusion. "Fine, fine. No reasoning. Just.. pure feeling. Got it."

As the movie played, you snuggled closer to him, feeling his arm instinctively wrap around your shoulders. You felt him press a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"He's so pretty," You murmured at one point.

"Who? The actor?" Oscar asked immediately, sitting up a little straighter.

You hadn't realised that you had said it out loud, but you supposed that he was going to find out eventually.

"Shah Rukh Khan. He's so pretty," Your eyes were glued to the screen as you watched the actor go through his motions.

"You sound like you're in love with him," Oscar laughed, "Thank God, you're not, huh?"

You didn't respond, not wanting to lie to your boyfriend.

"You're not, right?" Oscar emphasised.

"Uh huh, sure. Of course I'm not, that'd be," you paused, sighing sadly, "stupid,"

Oscar shook his head. He didn't know what to say. His girlfriend had a crush on an actor that he was pretty sure had a wife and kids.

You had to admit, this was one of your favorite ways to share your world with him—watching him slowly come around to something so deeply ingrained in your culture, even if he couldn't fully grasp it yet.

A few moments later, when the screen changed to a song-and-dance number, Oscar let out a short laugh. "Alright, so, now they're all dancing on top of a moving car. Got it. Makes perfect sense."

You snorted. "Exactly! That's the spirit!"

You sat there side by side, watching the drama on the screen, but in the midst of it, something much more important was going on: the two of you were creating a beautiful little moment of your own. Not one that had to make sense, but one that simply existed, full of laughter, love, and the warmth of a shared experience.

And, hey, if Oscar cried at some point during the film, you were not supposed to know that. The usually emotionless man had lost the war with a simple Bollywood movie, and may have finally shed a tear or two.

And as the credits rolled, Oscar turned to you with a mock-serious expression. "Alright, I think I'm ready for the next one."

You grinned, already planning your next Bollywood movie marathon. It was clear that Oscar had a lot more questions to ask, but you had no doubt he'd be enjoying the journey every bit as much as you did.

"Get ready for Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge next," you said with a mischievous glint in your eye. "It's even more dramatic."

Oscar sighed dramatically, sinking into the couch. "This is going to be a long night."

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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okay, im ngl, i like this op x desi!reader way more than the previous one. i think i'm getting the hang of writing oscar a little bit. let me know if y'all like this one! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 imagine #oscar x you #oscar piastri #oscar x reader #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x desi!reader #op x reader #op x you #op x y/n #op x desi!reader

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tenwhiteandalusians · 2 months ago

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olivia rodrigo get him back! dot mp3. so you’re telling me tenax ARRESTED his boyfriend while he was emotionally at his lowest for a trick they used to pull together in order to convince him to come back to him. it’s not like you could’ve just asked or anything.

and then no one said anything about the fact that if i watched ONE MORE episode tenax pulls a "i'm not angry i'm just disappointed i'm hurt" about scorpus signing with the white faction.

#‘for the sake of our old friendship’ WHAT KINDS OF ELABORATE FOREPLAY DO YOU ENGAGE IN #god. the pained little wait wait the brief SECOND of real anger and frustration tenax has when scorpus doesn’t immediately come back to him #and he can’t understand why. the smirk and the needling that all is right in the world when scorpus says yes and tenax says my friend #the FUNDAMENTAL MISUNDERSTANDING GOING ON HERE I COULD CHEW THROUGH STRAIGHT OBSIDIAN!!!!!!#can we also talk abt the MOTG speech tenax gave UGH perf. wish i could steal it that’s the vision/voice for him. at all times a lil smirk #having a real What Did I Know w/this one as well bc the breakdown he has @the senators? what if u got everything u wanted &nothing changed.#what if they still thought of u as lesser even tho u’d been raised quite literally 2 their level but a ft below. always 2little. not enough #WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PLOT TWIST SPOILER IF YOU DON’T KNOW BUT OF COURSE TENAX THE BASTARD OF A PATRICIAN OH I COULD DO SO MUCH DAMAGE WITH THAT #ON HIS POOR PSYCHEEEEE question everything about your life like hunh. are you a true stray if u killed your father (the ultimate roman sin #of patricide what a Guilt Complex) do you. are you a man of the people if you have the divine blood of the patricians do you even know what #they want and is what YOU want real or is it just the blood inside of you calling like to like. because even at your basest instincts #you know that you are only for yourself you have always been. and given the chance if they’d treated you equal you’d be just like them.#that’s what you wanted. isn’t it. if you admit it. is it really what anyone would do though? a true member of the masses which you’re not?#ALSO I SEE THE LESBIANS!! I SEE YOU HUNTRESS OF DIANA WITH YOUR HORN!!! OKAY WE WILL ALSO GET THERE!! WITH MY KWAME NARRATIVE I’M BUILDING!#i love that y'all get to watch me break down in semi-real time MONTHS after this show has been out.#i'm tagging spoiler for things you have known for like. a long time now. it's not news to you but it sure is to me!!!!!!#bc i drafted the post i am reblogging in AUGUST. & i just watched episode i am talking about on 12/16. uh. wasn't kidding abt the watch rat #never too late to enjoy things never too slow to watch and certainly not to start!!!! take your sweet old time rome wasn't built in a day!!#we are SO insanely back for the non-existent divorce fic. sometimes you DO have to put your partner in jail and make them suffer #true to form for the myths eh. but when i tell you the absolute whirring inside my brain when tenax didn't let him out like oh?#does he have to beg? are you coming back later with the key? is this a fun little game you divorced freaks play and make everyone witness?#AND THEN!!!! if i could bottle the exact way he says to scorpus “you're drunk” oh my god. scorpus hurt because THIS IS WHAT THEY DO #he's playing his role perfectly again but he doesn't know about the extortion he doesn't know what's going on because tenax won't tell him #and the quiet way he fades out and backs off yelling give me my money when tenax grips him then turns away oh. OH. the uncertainty of maybe #he thought wrong. maybe this is finally the time they don't do this anymore and tenax has given up he's found calla he sees the way he look #at her and she is better he knows that. he'd love her too. over him. and it's NOT THATTTTTT tenax can't tell him because he wants to protec #him that's what they've always done if no one knows you're safe. not too close to be a lover not an enemy someone would kill to gain favor-#a friend. an old friend. and he's shaking him by the shoulders bc if he wasn't drunk tenax would tell him now he needs him he NEEDS him #but instead he can't so he grips his shoulders & tries to say i don't have it he can't say it here in front of everyone he wants so badly #for him to understand. and scorpus of course does not. i love not-writing vague angst i don't have to clear up <3 between friends.

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 11 days ago

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𓅨 How to Unintentionally, Get An Endless To Marry You: Chapter Five

How to Unintentionally, Get An Endless To Marry You: After saving a strange man from a fishbowl cage, you earn yourself a favor. When you cash in said favor, you don’t realize that you and the man aren’t on the same page on what you need from him.

Warnings: Misunderstanding.

To Note: Morpheus x Afab!Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

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While you are helping your mom wash dishes, your dad shows Morpheus his garden. Your mom finally doubled down.

"Did you pay that handsome man to be your husband?" your mom asks, hands submerged in soapy water. Her eyes narrow slightly, a mix of suspicion and concern etched across her face.

You nearly drop the plate you’re rinsing. "Mom, what kind of question is that?"

"Well, he's too perfect," she replies, not missing a beat. "And you’ve never mentioned him before."

You sigh, trying to gather your thoughts. "Morpheus is real. We met… unexpectedly. Things moved fast.”

Your mom turns off the faucet and wipes her hands on a dish towel. "Unexpectedly? What does that even mean?"

"It means," you say, struggling to keep your voice steady, "that sometimes life surprises you. And sometimes those surprises are good." That technically isn't a lie. She finally huffs in resignation.

"I just want you to be happy, but I also want my grand babies."

You swallow hard, the pressure of your mother's expectations pressing down on you. The clinking of dishes in the sink becomes a background symphony to the thoughts racing through your mind. "Mom, we're happy. That's what matters, right?"

She eyes you carefully, as if weighing your words. "I suppose," she says slowly. "But I still don't understand why you never mentioned him before."

You force a smile, trying to appear nonchalant. "We wanted to keep things private for a while. Morpheus has a very demanding job as a sleep doctor. The fact that we even met is still mind boggling to me. We come from different worlds." Literally.

The back door creaks open and your dad steps in with Morpheus trailing behind. Their conversation, a low murmur, fades as they enter the kitchen. Your dad beams, patting Morpheus on the back.

"Y/N's husband is quite the gardener," your dad says, pride evident in his voice. He is? That was news to you.

Morpheus nods, his expression serene. "Your father's garden is a reflection of dedication and care."

You give him a grateful smile. "Glad you two hit it off."

Your mom snorts softly but says nothing, resuming her task at the sink. Morpheus moves to stand beside you, his presence both comforting and disconcerting. He picks up a dish towel and starts drying the dishes you pass to him.

"How was the garden?" you ask, trying to keep things light.

"Enchanting," Morpheus replies, eyes meeting yours. "It reminds me of the Dreaming in its own way."

You feel a twinge of warmth at his words. "I'm glad you liked it."

Your dad grabs a chair and sits down, looking more relaxed than he has all evening. "So, Morpheus, what do you do when you're not working or being married to my daughter?"

Your dad's question hangs in the air, and you feel a moment of panic. Morpheus isn't exactly versed in mundane small talk.

Morpheus pauses, considering his answer. "I enjoy the creation of artistic expression through my sand."

You watch your dad’s eyes widen, trying to make sense of Morpheus's cryptic reply.

“Sand, huh? Like those fancy sand sculptures?” he asks, scratching his head.

Morpheus tilts his head slightly, a flicker of confusion passing over his face. "In a manner of speaking. It’s more… ethereal."

You interject quickly, sensing the need to steer the conversation. "Morpheus has an artistic soul. It's one of the things I love about him."

Your mom gives you a sidelong glance, but your dad seems intrigued. "Artistic, eh? Maybe you can help me design the new flowerbed."

Morpheus inclines his head graciously. "I would be honored." There is a little more small talk as the dishes are finished and you finally decide to retire from your mom's scrutiny for the night.

"I think I am gonna head up to my room for the night." You speak up. "It's been a long day. For both of us."

"Shall we turn in then, beloved?" Morpheus questions, stepping up to you and softly taking your elbow.

Your mom's eyes narrow slightly at Morpheus's gesture, but she says nothing. You nod and start heading up the stairs, Morpheus’s presence close behind you. The air feels thick with unspoken words as you ascend, each step echoing in the silence.

When you reach your room, you push the door open and let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The room looks the same as always—comfortingly familiar. You glance at Morpheus, who stands just inside the doorway, his expression unreadable.

"Well," you say, trying to break the tension. "That was... intense."

Morpheus steps closer, his eyes softening as he looks at you. "Your parents care deeply for you. It is... admirable."

You flop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Yeah, well, they have a funny way of showing it sometimes. I really don't need my mother breathing down my neck about grandchildren."

Morpheus sits on the edge of the bed, his presence both grounding and otherworldly. He looks at you with those endless eyes, a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Do such matters weigh heavily upon you?" he asks, his voice a soft murmur.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. "It's just... a lot. My mom has these expectations, and I feel like I can never measure up."

He reaches out, almost hesitantly, and takes your hand in his. "You are more than enough," he says with quiet conviction.

Your heart skips a beat at his words. "Morpheus, you really don't have to—"

"I do," he interrupts gently but firmly. "You are my wife. Your burdens are mine as well."

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard. You sit up, turning to face him fully. "This is a lot harder than I thought, pretending in front of her," you speak absentmindedly.

"Then do not pretend," Morpheus says as if it is the simplest thing in the world. "Be yourself, for that is the one whom I married."

His words fly right over your head as mental fatigue plagues your mind.

You lie back on the bed once more, staring at the ceiling, trying to process everything. Morpheus's words echo in your mind, but the exhaustion makes it hard to focus.

"Do you think my mom will ever stop questioning us?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Morpheus looks at you with an intensity that feels like it's piercing through your soul. "She will see the truth in time," he says simply.

You close your eyes for a moment, letting Morpheus's words wash over you. The fatigue is almost overwhelming, but there's a strange comfort in his presence.

"I hope you're right," you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

Morpheus doesn't reply immediately. Instead, he stands up and walks to the window, looking out into the night. His silhouette is bathed in moonlight, making him seem even more otherworldly. He really is handsome, isn't he…

"Your world is so different from mine," he muses softly. "Yet, it holds its own kind of beauty."

You turn your head to look at him. "The Dreaming is incredible."

"It is," he agrees, still gazing out the window. "But it can also be... lonely."

The admission catches you off guard. Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, feeling lonely? It's a concept that seems almost impossible.

"Morpheus," you say gently, sitting up on the bed. "You're not alone anymore."

He turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. "Nor are you."

The room falls into a comfortable silence. You both sit there, sharing a moment that feels both surreal and incredibly real.

The night stretches on, and you find yourself unable to sleep. The weight of Morpheus's presence beside you makes it impossible to relax. He's lying on his back, staring off into space, eyes reflecting the moonlight streaming through the window.

You shift slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. "Do you ever sleep?" you ask quietly, breaking the silence.

Morpheus turns his head to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I do not require sleep as mortals do. My realm is the domain of dreams, not slumber."

You let out a soft sigh, staring at the ceiling. "It must be nice, not having to worry about sleepless nights."

"It has its advantages," he admits, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet room.

The minutes tick by slowly. You can hear the soft hum of crickets outside and the distant rustle of leaves in the night breeze. Morpheus's presence is both calming and disconcerting, an enigma you still struggle to understand.

"Morpheus," you say after a while, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do you ever feel... restless?"

He considers your question for a moment before replying. "In my own way, yes. There are times when even dreams cannot provide solace."

You turn to face him, propping yourself up on one elbow. "What do you do then?"

"I wander," he says simply. "Through dreams and realms, seeking understanding and purpose."

His answer leaves you with more questions than it answers. You lie back down, staring at the ceiling once more.

"I guess we both have our issues,” you murmur.

"Indeed," Morpheus replies softly. "But burdens are lighter when shared."

You close your eyes for a moment, letting his words sink in. The night feels endless, each second stretching into eternity.

"Do you miss the Dreaming?" you ask suddenly, opening your eyes to look at him.

Morpheus turns his head slightly to meet your gaze. "It is my home," he says simply. "But being here with you has its own unique beauty."

Quiet stretches between you for a few moments and you toss and turn, unable to quiet your mind. Each shift in position only seems to amplify your restlessness. Beside you, Morpheus watches with an unreadable expression.

"You're struggling to find sleep," he observes, his voice a gentle whisper in the dark.

You let out a frustrated sigh. "Yeah, it's just... everything. I can't shut it off. Plus, I've never slept next to someone before."

Morpheus reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your forehead. "Would you allow me to help?"

You hesitate for a moment, the idea of letting him into your mind both comforting and unsettling. But the exhaustion wins out, and you nod slowly.

"Okay," you whisper. "Please."

Morpheus's touch grows firmer, and you feel a strange warmth spreading from his fingertips. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

"Close your eyes," he instructs softly.

You close your eyes, trusting Morpheus as his touch sends a soothing warmth through you. His fingers linger on your forehead, a gentle caress that feels like the promise of a peaceful night.

"Sleep," he murmurs, his voice a soft command. You feel the weight of his presence deepen, the air around you shimmering with an almost tangible energy. A gentle dusting of sand blows over face, the grains drifting down like tiny stars, each one glowing faintly as it touches your skin.

Morpheus's voice reaches you again, barely more than a whisper now. "Sleep, beloved."

Your body relaxes, sinking into the mattress as if it’s made of clouds. The tension in your muscles melts away, and your racing thoughts quiet to a gentle hum. It's as though the world itself is lulling you into sleep.

You find yourself standing in the heart of The Dreaming, the familiar yet ever-changing landscape unfolding around you. The air shimmers with a soft, ethereal glow, and the distant murmur of dreams creates a symphony that feels both comforting and surreal.

"Wow that was fast," You comment to yourself, blinking rapidly. Had it not been only moments ago that you were speaking with Morpheus in your bed?Lucienne is cataloging books nearby. She looks up as you approach, her eyes warm and curious. Matthew the Raven perches on a nearby shelf, preening his feathers.

"Hey, kid," Matthew greets you with a casual flap of his wings. "How's it going? How'd the ol' meet'in the in-laws go?"

"My mother wants Morpheus and I to start making babies, immediately," You say in a dry tone. "But Morpheus has charmed my father so that's a plus…"

Lucienne's eyes widen behind her glasses, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. "Your mother said that?" she asks, clearly taken aback.

Matthew, on the other hand, bursts into laughter so hard that he loses his balance and falls off the shelf, flapping his wings frantically as he tries to regain his footing. "Oh man, that's rich! Babies! Immediately!" He caws, his voice full of mirth. "Your mom doesn't waste any time, does she?"

"That would be a firm no," you respond dryly.

Lucienne adjusts her glasses and gives you a sympathetic look. "That is quite the demand," she says softly. "But I'm sure Lord Morpheus will handle it with his usual... grace."

Matthew snickers again, still perched awkwardly on the edge of the shelf. "Grace? More like he's probably planning a whole dream nursery as we speak!"

Lucienne shoots him a disapproving look, but there's a hint of amusement in her eyes as well. "Matthew, be serious."

"Hey, I'm just saying," Matthew replies, flapping his wings and finally managing to get back onto the shelf properly. "The guy's got a thing for creating worlds. A nursery wouldn't be that far off. Besides, have you seen the way he looks at Y/N? They'd make cute babies, I'm sure of it."

"Matthew!" You exclaim as heat blisters its way up your neck and all the way to your ears. The raven is unperturbed and cackles louder, his wings flapping in excitement.

Lucienne shakes her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Matthew, you're incorrigible."

You rub your temples, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You two are going to be the death of me."

Matthew hops closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Hey, if you can't laugh about it, what's the point? Besides, you've got Morpheus wrapped around your little finger. He'd do anything for you."

"Um, please remember that this is supposed to be temporary," You reminded the raven.

"Yeah try telling the boss that," Matthew mutters. You chuckle, shaking your head at Matthew's antics. The raven’s sense of humor is infectious, even if it does hit a little too close to home.

"Well, let's hope my mom eases up a bit," you say, glancing around the Dreaming's library. The shelves stretch endlessly, filled with books that you can only dream of reading. "I don't need any more baby talk. It's embarrassing and mortifying."

"What is mortifying?" You jump at the sound of Morpheus' words and whip around in place, hand over your heart. Your heart races at the sudden appearance of Morpheus, his presence commanding even in the familiar setting of The Dreaming. "What's mortifying?" he repeats, his tone neutral yet inquisitive.

You take a moment to compose yourself, trying to ignore the way Matthew snickers from his perch. "Just... my mom's expectations," you manage to say, meeting Morpheus's gaze. "She's got some pretty outdated ideas about marriage and family."

Morpheus considers this, his expression unreadable. "Your mother's views are not uncommon among mortals," he remarks. "The desire to see one's lineage continue is deeply rooted."

You nod, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. "Yeah, I get that. It's just..." You pause, searching for the right words. "Babies…"

"Indeed," Morpheus says, his voice devoid of the amusement that bubbles up inside you. "But let us not dwell on such matters now."

Matthew flutters down, landing with a slight hop beside you. "If I were you, I'd start thinking of baby names," he teases with a wink.

You shoot him a glare. "Don't even joke about that."

But Morpheus tilts his head, considering Matthew's words. "Names hold power," he muses aloud. "It would be wise to choose carefully."

You freeze, your eyes widening as you realize the potential misunderstanding. "Wait, Morpheus, no," you say quickly, trying to ward off any ideas forming in his head. "We're not actually naming children here. It's just Matthew being... Matthew."

Morpheus nods slowly, though you're not entirely sure he grasps the sarcasm. "Of course," he says. But then his gaze drifts away, contemplative, and you have the sinking feeling that he's still pondering baby names.

Matthew bursts into raucous laughter again, nearly toppling over from the force of it. "This is too good!"

Lucienne steps forward, her expression one of gentle reprimand aimed at both Matthew and Morpheus. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves," she chides softly. You need to get out of there.

"I'm gonna go get some air," You blurt out, turning on your heel and darting away before the conversation can turn you into a ripe tomato.

Date Published: 2/8/25

Last Edit: 2/8/25

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ophanum · 4 months ago

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can you do a karma akabane x motherly reader who takes care of him and shows him affection?

WASTE - ! Karma Akabane

ft. Karma Akabane x motherly! reader

"There's a space in between, like a grey evergreen... where the hurt never mend--stars still linger..." - Waste by Oh Wonder

Karma has never admitted it, but he loves your cooking. When you surprise him with homemade meals, he initially pretends not to care, yet his eyes light up every time he sees something you’ve made, especially if it’s something you prepared with his favorite ingredients.

You’re naturally affectionate, and Karma secretly adores it. He might roll his eyes when you ruffle his hair or give him a quick hug, but he cherishes every affectionate gesture. Sometimes, he even starts leaning into them, letting his guard down as he realizes you won’t abandon him.

You’re quick to notice when he’s going through a rough time, even when he tries to hide it behind his smirk and cocky attitude. You have a way of calmly sitting by his side and giving him space, letting him know you’re there if he wants to talk.

You know Karma appreciates rewards and little challenges. So, whenever he makes progress—whether it’s controlling his temper, excelling academically, or making a good choice—you have a small reward ready. Be it a treat, a note of encouragement, or a quiet moment to relax together, you find ways to celebrate his growth.

Terasaka is honestly baffled at first. He’s so used to Karma’s rough exterior that seeing him have a “soft side” just doesn’t compute for him. But after a while, he realizes that Karma’s confidence and calmness are growing, and he can’t help but respect the change. He tries not to comment directly, but he definitely notices—and deep down, he’s glad Karma has someone who cares for him like you do.

When others misunderstand Karma, you stand by him and defend his character, reminding people that he’s more than his rough edges. It touches Karma deeply, and it motivates him to keep making better choices because he doesn’t want to let you down.

Nagisa is one of the first to pick up on the shift in Karma. He’s perceptive, so he notices the little things—like the way Karma seems a bit calmer or how his smirk is less sharp when he’s back from visiting you. Nagisa is happy for him, realizing that having someone as caring as you in his life might be the key to helping Karma grow.

You have an unwavering belief in Karma’s potential, constantly reassuring him that he’s capable of great things. Even if he dismisses it on the surface, it slowly gets through to him, making him want to live up to that trust.

There are nights when he opens up unexpectedly, talking about his frustrations, dreams, or just random thoughts. You listen patiently, offering comfort or advice when needed, and those are the moments he truly feels seen and understood.

The evening was quiet as Karma knocked on your door. He’d been here countless times before, yet every visit felt like entering a new world—a place where his usual cockiness and quick smirk melted away.

Tonight, he looked a bit more tired than usual, his eyes carrying the weight of a long day. You noticed right away and greeted him with a soft smile, waving him in without a word.

He slipped inside, kicking off his shoes with a heavy sigh, and you handed him a glass of water, watching as he leaned against the kitchen counter, lost in thought.“Rough day?” you asked gently, brushing a stray hair from his forehead as he took a sip. His expression softened as your fingers lingered for just a moment, your touch grounding him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his usual bravado nowhere to be seen. “Just… people. You know how it is.”

You nodded, not pressing for more, knowing Karma would talk when he was ready. You’d learned early on that he needed time to let his guard down, even around you. Instead, you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in quiet support before moving to the stove. “Hungry? I made your favorite.”

He perked up, an appreciative glint appearing in his eyes. “You really know how to read minds, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” you teased, plating a warm dish of curry rice and setting it at the table.

“But you’re easier to read than you think.”

Karma sat down, quickly taking a bite, and a comfortable silence settled between you. He savored each bite, his usual sarcastic comments forgotten as he enjoyed the food. You watched him, glad to see him unwind, his usual tension loosening as he sat there with you. You noticed how his shoulders seemed a little less tense, his gaze softer than the sharp look he often wore.

“Thanks,” he said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. “For all of this. For letting me… just be.”

You gave him a gentle smile, reaching over to cover his hand with yours. “Karma, you don’t need to thank me. I’m always here for you, no matter what.”

He went still, glancing down at your hand resting on his, almost as if he wasn’t sure how to respond. After a few seconds, he flipped his hand over, lacing his fingers with yours. His usual smirk softened into something more vulnerable, a look that only you got to see.

“Sometimes, I don’t know why you’re so patient with me,” he murmured. “I’m not exactly… easy to be around.”You chuckled, giving his hand a light squeeze. “Maybe it’s because I see how much you’re holding back. You’re more than what people think, Karma. I know that—and I’m here to remind you anytime you need it.”

He swallowed, and for a moment, he looked away, the faintest hint of red dusting his cheeks.

“You really are something else.”The two of you sat there for a while longer, your fingers intertwined, the warmth of your presence easing the weight he carried. After he finished eating, he didn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he gently pulled you over to the couch, and you settled beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.

In the quiet of the evening, you listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing, feeling the slight relaxation in his frame as he let himself lean into you.

“Thank you,” he whispered again, so softly you barely heard it. But you didn’t need to say anything in return; your hand remained in his, a silent promise that you’d always be there, holding him steady in your calm embrace.

For Karma, it was rare to find someone who let him just be without expectations. But with you, he didn’t need to pretend or put on a show. With you, he had found something he didn’t even know he was missing—a place where he could simply feel safe, loved, and understood.

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Never Look Down

Part 1: Din’s Evening

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Prompt: “I don’t know what’s happening but I love it.”

Summary: Din has been ignoring his crush on Grogu’s babysitter for a while now, with varying degrees of success. But after a misunderstanding leads to some revelations, there’s no denying things any longer. Sometimes you just need to look at things from a different perspective.

Rating: Mature (18+) with a smidge of explicit

Pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character (for his POV scenes) / Din Djarin x Reader (for her POV scenes)

Word count: 5,330

Tags/warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, vomit (no description), numerous references to erections, some swearing, references to sex, non-explicit smutty thots, Din carries OFC a short distance, masturbation (male, semi-explicit, but I don’t think enough to push up the rating), 3rd person POV (part 2 will be 2nd person POV and OFC will become reader/you).

Author’s note: This was originally supposed to be for @beskarandblasters’ Din Djarin Fic Club Drabble Event, although drabble this is not! Kel said there was no word limit, but it grew so long that I couldn’t even call it a one-shot anymore, so I’m uploading it in two parts to make it easier to read and I think that probably disqualifies it from the Drabble Event. But Kel, thank you so much anyway for the prompt – it resulted in me finally pushing through my writer’s block and finishing/uploading something new, so I’m eternally grateful!

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He’s panicking. It’s stupid, really – he’s been in situations far trickier and more critical than this. But Karga said he needed help urgently, and now his babysitter isn’t answering her comlink.

Should he just go and leave Grogu here? It’s not like he never left him alone on the ship.

Except… something’s changed since the adoption. Din has started to care what others think of his parenting style. He hears people whisper that fatherhood clearly isn’t coming easily to him (he thought he was doing alright). He watches how his babysitter closely monitors every move the kid makes (the Mandalorians never watched him that closely). He listens when people talk about how they raise their own children (he hadn’t realised it was such hard work). And it’s made him feel as if he’s… lacking.

He hates feeling less than adequate in any area of his life, but somehow, failing as a father cuts deep. Perhaps it’s because he grew up without one. Plus, that scolding Peli gave him after she found Grogu alone on the Razor Crest still haunts him.

Although the Mandalorian method of letting them learn from their mistakes has merit (and it never did him any harm), he wants to be there for his son. So, no. He won’t leave Grogu here alone. He can’t risk him waking up and wondering why nobody comes if he calls. The kid has probably had enough of that in his past.

Why isn’t Maia picking up?

Din paces the cabin’s length, listening to the gentle ping of the comlink as it tries to connect with the one he gave her. Even the soothing pulse doesn’t ease his frustration. Diligent parenting is hard.

Just as he’s wondering if he can wake the kid and bring him along, the comlink crackles to life.

“—know what the stinking stang is wrong with it! Ah, frotz! Hello? Is this thing totally borked?”

For a baffling moment, he can’t work out whether he’s shocked or thrilled. She certainly doesn’t use that type of language around the kid, but he’s delighted to hear her voice nonetheless.

“Maia!” He interrupts her frustrated confusion as loud as he dares, lest he wake the sleeping child downstairs.

“Shiny, hi! It works! What’s up, my metal man? It’s late… is this a booty call?”

Once again, Din can’t decide if he’s shocked or thrilled. However, his dick’s instant twitch of interest proves that it, at least, is clearly siding with the latter. Dank farrik, he wishes it were a booty call. “No, Maia, I need—”

“Course it’s not!” she interrupts, giggling inanely. “Sorry, that was ridiculous, ignore me. Go on, you were saying?”

He takes a deep breath and tries to push past the stab of dismay at her labelling the idea of a booty call as ridiculous. At least she sounds in a happy mood.

“I’m sorry to contact you so late, but Karga has some kind of crisis. IG-11 is still with the Anzellans for repairs after the last crisis, so he’s asked for my help. Grogu’s asleep, but I’m gonna need you to come over and wait at the cabin until I return. I’ll pay you double your usual rate. I just don’t wanna leave him here alone.”

“Suuure! I’ll haul my jets over to you now. Five, ten minutes, tops. If you wanna take off now, I know your door code. I’ll check on the li’l bug as soon as I arrive.”

Din breathes a relieved sigh. “Thank you, I owe you. I shouldn’t be long.”

“Happy hunting, Beskar Boy! Or happy dispute settling!” Maia signs off with a melodic laugh that instantly makes him grin beneath his helmet, despite the stupid nickname.

The grin fades as he processes the meaning of the words preceding her addictive laughter, and he sighs. She’s probably right, although he hopes he’ll at least need his blaster for whatever mess the High Magistrate wants him to clean up.

Karga was once able to intimidate the townsfolk, but these days, they see him as purely a leader and captain of industry. They respect his ability to govern and improve the town – he’s more than proven himself capable in those roles. But whipping out a blaster from beneath those ridiculous robes now gains him little more than dubious raised eyebrows. By contrast, Cara was a fearsome and capable law enforcer, and now IG-11 keeps the citizens in line.

Except a reptavian tore off both of IG’s legs a few nights ago. Apparently, whatever the droid equivalent of ‘sick leave’ is, he’s taking it.

Din doesn’t mind helping out when he’s not on jobs for Carson. As long as Karga doesn’t solicit his help too often, it’s an easy way to make a few extra credits. He supposes that kind of makes him a part-time deputy, though he’ll never accept a title or a contract. But if tonight’s job is nothing more than a neighbour dispute, he’ll be a little peeved. His friend is aware of his skillset and wouldn’t contact him unless it required weapons and armour. He hopes.

He checks on Grogu once more, then equips himself with his usual arsenal, making sure to lock the weapons cabinet behind him. For some reason, his blasters fascinate Maia. He’s given her several shooting lessons, and she always asks to hold them whenever the cabinet’s unlocked. Although he doubts she’d handle them without his permission, he’d rather be present if she’s caressing his things.

Truthfully, he’d prefer it if she handled and caressed something else entirely, though he buries that thought for now. He has work to do, and an ill-timed hard-on would be awkward at best, if not downright perverse. He can torture himself later.

Din wraps up the problem in less than an hour. It does require his blaster, in fact, and he does have to shoot someone. Okay, it’s in the shoulder to disarm him, but the guy is only on his drunken vendetta because he’s heartbroken. He doesn’t deserve to die.

A year ago, he would’ve just shot him in the head and gone home. But he’s lived among the citizens of Nevarro for several months now, and he’s almost starting to feel like part of the community. Passing through it to visit the old covert was different. The Mandalorians were a separate (secret) colony, and he was merely a visitor who lived on his ship. Even though his new home is still on the outskirts, Grogu attends the school in town, and he already knows many of the other parents by name. These days, the market stall owners try to chat with him instead of looking away in fear as they used to.

The guy standing on a table in the cantina tonight with a blaster trained on his ex and her new flame is someone Din recognises. He can’t recall from where, but disarming rather than killing him feels like the right thing to do.

Once he has him in binders, he delivers him to Karga and hurries straight home. The lava flats are quiet and peaceful this time of night, free from the nocturnal bustle of the town and lit only by the celestial display above. There’s no sulphur fog tonight, and the air smells fresh.

But as pleasant as it is, he doesn’t dawdle. Just like every other time he’s left Maia in charge, he relishes the chance to walk into his home and see her there. As if she belongs. He finds that image far more dazzling than the constellations sparkling above him. It’s far sweeter than the fresh air he inhales through his helmet filters as he hastens toward his cabin.

He can’t pinpoint when his interest in her changed from professional to passionate. Grogu made it clear that he liked her best out of the several childminders they auditioned, so he gave her the job. At some point between then and now, he became enamoured with her.

But he can’t do anything about it.

His loyalty to his son means he can’t fuck the babysitter, so for now, Maia belongs to the kid, and Din sleeps alone.

Even though he’s had no serious relationships in the past, he imagines he’d be willing to try it with her. But since it’ll never happen, it’s not worth dwelling on. He’s noticed a few locals checking him out, so he can always approach them if he’s looking to get laid. He’s much more used to casual encounters.

But none of that stops Din from thinking his babysitter is beautiful. It doesn’t stop him from wishing he could run his hands over her welcoming body, indulge in her tender touch and heady scent, sink into her depths over and over until she’s crying out his name as they shatter together in ecstasy….

Dank farrik, he’d better quit thinking like that. He has enough trouble controlling his physical urges around her as it is. In fact, it’s starting to become a problem. He’s lost count of how many times he’s had to dash off and furtively rearrange himself so his stomach padding hides his boner. He can’t wear the flight suits with the tight pants around her anymore, so the looser-fitting ones are getting much more use. In fact, he’s wearing his last pair. (That reminds him: he needs to do laundry tomorrow.)

Maia teases him whenever she can, but it’s always friendly, not flirty, and it doesn’t come close to being sexual. He’s never caught her looking anywhere other than directly at his visor. Still, he can’t help feeling embarrassed whenever something she says or does causes his cock to harden. He simply can’t control it.

Din reaches the cabin and punches in the door code, happy to note that his guest has locked it from inside. Her diligence and attention to detail certainly helped him trust her in his home from the outset of her employment.

Stepping across the threshold, he notices all the lights are out except for the one above the kitchen sink, which is unusual. Stranger still, all it illuminates is a near-full cup of water standing in a pool of condensation.

Nonetheless, it’s bright enough for him to survey the rest of the room cast in shadowed shades of grey.

He can’t see Maia.

Instantly, his heart rate rises, although he doesn’t panic. She’s probably just in the refresher or the kid’s bedroom with him. But the amount of moisture surrounding that cup shows it’s been sitting there almost as long as he was gone, which is curious. And there’s no light coming from downstairs either.

The cabin is small, with an open-plan kitchen and living space, and a staircase leading down to two bedrooms and the refresher. Din’s priority is his son, so he creeps down the ferrocrete steps, well-practised at following the route silently. With his night vision on, he can see that Grogu’s door is open a crack, and he pushes it wider. Little purring snores verify that the kid is sleeping soundly, and he slides the door fully closed to ensure he stays that way. Good.

Since his babysitter wasn’t in that room, and she wouldn’t invade his private space without permission, there’s only one other option. He bypasses his own bedroom opposite Grogu’s and heads to the door facing him – the refresher. He can’t pick up any sounds from within, but he’s not about to invade her privacy by listening too intently. The door is fully shut, but there’s a faint glow through the ventilation grill at the bottom, too weak to be the usual lights. A glowrod?

That’s rather odd. He’s grateful that Maia avoided putting on the hall lights while Grogu’s door was ajar, but she could’ve switched on the refresher lights once inside.

For an unsettling moment, Din isn’t sure how to proceed. He really doesn’t want to interrupt her if she’s busy. But… his instincts are telling him something is off, and he wants to know she’s okay.

He’ll give her a little longer. He’d rather be cautious than a perv.

He retreats upstairs again, conducting a thorough check of the living space and kitchen but finding nothing abnormal or suspicious. Nothing besides that abandoned cup of water, at least. Next comes his nightly check of the cabin’s weak points – the windows and entryway. He secures them all, figuring he can escort Maia out when she’s ready. Tipping away the water, he runs a fresh cup, turns his back to the stairs to lift his helmet and drink, and refills it. Finally, he disarms himself of most of his weapons, leaving one blaster in its holster and his vibroblade in his boot. He likes to bring some of his usual arsenal downstairs with him, even though he has multiple spares in a secure cabinet near his bed.

Which is where he’s headed now. Din sets the drink on his nightstand, switches off his night vision, and switches on the dim bedside light. His guest has seen him armourless a few times before, so he begins removing his beskar and the rest of his kit. He’s almost finished – just his armourweave stomach padding to go – when he hears a thump from the refresher.

In seconds, he’s outside it again, listening intently for any further clues. He’s been in the business of handling unconscious bodies for decades, and that sounded like an unconscious body.

“Maia?” he tries, keeping his voice low to ensure he won’t disturb the kid.

Nothing.

He knocks gently, giving it a few moments.

Still nothing.

Okay, now he’s really starting to worry. He returns to his bedroom, grabs his vambrace, and flicks through his visual settings until he’s replaced his night vision with the thermal overlay. He hopes he isn’t crossing a line here, but what else can he do? Walking to his doorway, he takes a deep breath… and directs his visor at the refresher.

Dank farrik, she’s on the fucking floor. Why didn’t he check sooner?

Jabbing off the thermal overlay, Din throws his vambrace on the bed, then rushes to the refresher door. He keeps his voice low in case he wakes Grogu, hoping it reaches her anyway. “Maia, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I hope you’re decent because I’m coming in.”

He gives her five torturous seconds to respond or get decent if she isn’t already, and then he keys in the override code. The door slides open, revealing his unconscious (but blessedly fully clothed) babysitter slumped near the toilet, lit by a glowrod on the floor next to her. He can now hear her breathing heavily, though it doesn’t sound laboured, just a deep state of sleep.

His helmet isn’t sealed, so straight away, he’s able to detect the lingering smell of vomit. A somewhat grim consequence of being both a bounty hunter and a father means Din can also distinguish types of vomit. Although she has flushed, there’s no air filtration with the lights off, and the residual odour tells him that Maia has been drinking alcohol.

It also explains her unconscious state, so his worry dissipates a little, and mild annoyance starts to creep in.

She agreed to look after his son when she’d been drinking?

He kneels down next to her, laying a hand on her shoulder. “Maia. Wake up.” He shakes her, but she doesn’t stir.

He assumes she slipped from a propped-up position against the toilet, and the thud he heard was her slumping onto the ferrocrete floor. Did she bang her head? If that didn’t wake her… shit.

He tries shaking her again with as much force as he dares, and she groans and curls up even more. She’s fighting it, but he sees consciousness sluggishly returning.

“Maia, it’s Din. Can you sit up?”

“… y’can’t make me sing for the cup….” She’s still half asleep and confused, but that’s not surprising. A few seconds later, she cracks open her eyes, becomes aware of her situation, and slams them shut again. “Oh… fuuuck… no no, m’sorry… so so so s-sorry… please don’t be mad at meee….” She’s tearful and rambling but mostly coherent, even though she’s still curled on the floor with her eyes squeezed closed.

“What happened?” He can’t think of anything else to say until he’s established her culpability. He knows she wouldn’t drink on the job, so she must’ve been drinking earlier this evening. It certainly explains her overzealous response on the comlink. Dank farrik, he should’ve realised. But, no, he was busy revelling in his own drunken high from her joke about it being a booty call. Idiot.

“It was accidet— ac-ci-den-tal,” she continues from her foetal position. “Tried to call you back, but m’comlink’s busted… figured better I’m here drunk than not at all… ’m sorry sorry sorry, kark, pleeease don’t hate me. I jus’ wanted to make sure the li’l man was okay. I didn’t realise how much I’d had till I stood up, n’ it hit me worse on the way over. But Grogu’s fine, I checked. But I’ve grossed up your ’fresher, ’m sorry…”

Din sighs. In the scheme of things, Maia did the right thing. He’d rather she was here puking in his refresher than risk his child waking up alone. And it occurs to him that she achieved a surprising amount while seemingly drunk as a pirate. She secured the cabin, poured herself some water, stomached a few sips, managed to descend the stairs unscathed, and checked on the kid. Then she sealed herself inside the refresher and threw up neatly into the toilet bowl with no spills, even managing to flush before she passed out. And she did all that by the light of a glowrod so she wouldn’t wake Grogu.

In many ways, his babysitter’s actions tonight were more responsible than some of his own questionable choices regarding his son’s safety. He can’t be mad at her.

He tells her so. “I’m not mad, Maia. Thank you for coming over anyway. Can you sit up? I need to know you’re okay.”

Her eyes are still clamped shut, but she cracks them slightly as she tries to push herself off the floor. It doesn’t go well, so Din reaches forward to help, and together, they get her into a stable sitting position. Nevarro’s volcanic environment means the basement maintains a cosy warmth, so he’s not surprised she passed out down here. It’s not exactly soft, but those who grow up in the Outer Rim spend their lives making do. He likes that she’s a survivor. Like him.

“Everything’s s-spinning,” she groans. “N’ my mouth tastes like bantha balls.”

Din suppresses a snort. “Hold on.” He climbs to his feet, retrieves the cup of water from his bedroom, and then passes it to her. “Here, sip.”

After she’s taken a few delicate sips, Maia gives him back the cup. “Don’t wanna puke again.”

“You won’t,” he assures, placing it in her hands again. “Pretty sure you got all the alcohol out of your system already. You gotta rehydrate, or you’ll feel worse.”

Kneeling down next to her again, he watches her try to follow his instruction, pleased she trusts him. He can’t help but admire how adorably dishevelled she is. Her hair is mussed, her clothes are wrinkled, and she keeps pouting between sips… but it’s all so… cute.

Once she’s had half the cup, he accepts it back, though she follows it up with more apologies. “M’so sorry… , m’such a karkin’ idiot… I get it if you don’t want me to look after Grogu anym—”

“Stop,” Din interrupts sharply, unwilling to let her beat herself up. “This is as much on me as it is on you. I didn’t ask you if you were busy. I demanded you come over and bribed you with extra credits. I didn’t question why you sounded different on the comlink. And I didn’t wait for you to arrive. If I’d done any of those things differently, you might not have ended up on my ’fresher floor. So I’m sorry too.” Maia doesn’t reply besides blinking at him a few times, so he asks, “What was the occasion? For the drinking, I mean.”

“One year of freedom from a terrible relationship,” she states resolutely, and for a moment, she seems a little more sober. “Me n’ Zandi, we were both in deep with some mudscuffers who locked us in when we were too young to know any better. But we got lucky. Marshal Dune caught them dealing spice, and now they’re spending a decade mining the asteroid field at the edge of the system. The Nevarran tribunal sentenced them a year ago today, so we drank to celebrate our freedom.”

Din doesn’t really know how to respond. She’s made some previous passing remarks about the toxic relationships she and her friend escaped from, which he’s always taken as hints of her wish to remain unattached. It’s yet another reason he wouldn’t feel right about making any sort of move on her. He settles on, “You… deserve to celebrate.”

“Thanks, Shiny.” He bristles at the nickname out of habit, but he secretly likes that Maia has numerous nicknames for him. “N’ you deserve a ’fresher without a woman on the floor. I should get outta your way, Beskar Boy.”

She tries pushing herself up but instantly becomes dizzy and topples to the side. Din’s naturally quick reflexes kick in, and he positions himself to catch her, letting her fall into his chest as his arm snakes around her back. Before he can even process what he’s doing, he’s slipping his other arm beneath her knees and lifting her up.

“Whoa!” she exclaims, grabbing onto his flight suit with one hand while the other flies to grasp his neck. He almost shivers from feeling her clutch at him so keenly. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I love it! Thanks for the lift, muscles!”

He’s glad his bold move has amused rather than perturbed her, so he doesn’t answer, too busy willing his cock to remain unreactive to this sudden closeness. His main goal is to get her off the ferrocrete floor and put her down somewhere softer as fast as possible. As he elbows open the door and navigates out of the refresher, he makes a split-second decision. His bed is closer than the couch.

“Shiny! This is your bedroom!” Maia whisper-shouts as he steps through the door. At least she’s lucid enough to keep her voice low in case Grogu hears across the hall.

Din grunts in agreement as he approaches his bed and starts carefully lowering her onto it.

She keeps going in a gleeful whisper. “Is this…? Are we…? Kriff, I never thought I’d actually end up in your bed, metal man! I mean, it’s been a dream, sure, but I figured your creed thing meant, like, no sex or whatever. But holy frotz, I guess tonight really was a booty call! Count me the fuck in!”

He’s already laid her down by the time he fully processes her words.

Dank farrik, he’s a fucking idiot.

He will never have sex with any woman in this state. He’s not that kind of guy. The fact that being with Maia is a dream for him too is meaningless, and so is the possibility that she might actually want him. Because does she really? Maybe this is still the alcohol talking. It has to be. Right?

It doesn’t even matter. All Din needs to do is extract himself from this situation in the least awkward way possible and without having to reject her verbally.

But how?

He points a finger at her. “Stay put.” She bites her bottom lip and acknowledges his order with a sloppy salute.

Damn it, the image of her lip caught between her teeth is now burned into his brain, haunting him with forbidden promise.

He pads back to the refresher in his socks and closes the door, relieving himself, flushing, and then pouring some cleaner down the toilet to sit overnight. He then washes up at the sink as fast as possible and refills the cup of water. Returning to his bedroom, Din places the cup on the nightstand along with the glowrod that belongs to his guest.

Speaking of whom…

In his brief absence, Maia has toed off her shoes, stripped naked and strewn her clothes across the floor, and burrowed under his covers. She’s still bleary from the booze, but he sees fire and lust behind her hopeful gaze as she blinks up at him.

It kills him.

He remembers he never finished removing his armour, so he retrieves the vambrace from where he threw it and places it on its shelf. Then he finally removes his stomach padding and puts that away too, directing his visor anywhere except at the naked woman in his bed. He’s doing everything possible to deny the physical reaction her presence is giving rise to.

When he’s done, Din approaches the bed again, acutely aware that she’s tracking him with a hunger he shares but can do nothing about.

Fuck, this is torture. The blanket has slipped down (or maybe Maia has arranged it) so low that it’s daringly close to exposing her nipples. She’s right there, waiting for him. Wanting him.

But she’s drunk. And she’s his kid’s babysitter. He tries to quell his ache by thinking about how she’s thrown up this evening, which would make kissing gross. It helps for a second, although the idea of kissing her at all ends up eclipsing the negatives, and he hardens even more.

Shit, he cannot think about kissing her. Or how naked she is. Or anything like that. Vomit. He should focus on vomit.

Okay. Din taps off the bedside light and picks up the glowrod, then heads to the door in the dark, stumbling over her clothes strewn on the floor. He can’t activate his helmet’s night vision without his vambrace control, but he won’t put it back on just to navigate his escape. Nor will he switch on the glowrod yet because he doesn’t want to see any dismay or regret in her eyes as he leaves her. He wants to remember the hunger he witnessed there.

Hazardous garments notwithstanding, he finds his way to the exit.

Crossing the darkened doorway’s threshold, he whispers, “Get some rest, Maia.” Then he fumbles for the control and taps the door close button, releasing a sigh as it swishes shut behind him.

Switching on the dim glowrod, he traipses upstairs. It’s going to be so kriffing awkward in the morning. Nonetheless, one thought keeps repeating itself to him above all others, one he can no longer prevent his dick from swelling at the prospect of.

Is she really attracted to him?

He has to know.

Din extracts another blaster from his cabinet, knowing he won’t sleep without one beside him. Then he sits heavily on the couch, thinking about how often he used to sleep in his helmet before this cabin became his home. It’s the first place he’s felt secure enough to remove it at night, so he’s no stranger to sleeping beneath his beskar mask. It’s almost a comfort in a way.

With his face covered in a darkened room lit by nothing but a glowrod while those he cares for slumber downstairs, more memories return…

Sitting in the Crest’s darkened cockpit, fucking his fist by the swirling glow of hyperspace, chasing a release during those first stressful days as a fugitive. In theory, if something had pulled him out of hyperspace, someone could’ve quite literally caught him with his dick in his hand. But the odds of anyone being close enough to peer in through the transparisteel at that very moment and notice his furtive actions were slim. Back then, he was so untethered that in his weaker moments, he desperately sought anything that made him feel good. Fleeting moments when he could pretend his life wasn’t falling apart yet again. The risk was worth it.

Here, too, although he’s locked up the cabin and closed the shutters, there’s a risk of Maia sneaking up the stairs and finding him. But a similar desperation fills him now – the utter frustration of loss. Back then, it was the loss of a stable income, the loss of his covert. Now, it’s his missed chance – the loss of what could’ve been with the woman downstairs. And maybe even the total loss of her in his life. Perhaps she’ll be too embarrassed about this evening’s events and quit. Din couldn’t take that, nor could Grogu. It’s why he tried to avoid this.

Can they get past this? Maybe he ought to find someone else to care for the kid. Would that be best? This is getting too complicated. He doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

So, right now, he’ll imagine the positive and lose himself in the fantasy, just like he used to. He’ll think about the hunger he saw in her eyes and let himself believe it wasn’t merely the alcohol. Just for tonight, he’ll believe it’s the truth. The risk, once again, is worth it.

He’s already tenting his loose flight suit pants, so he fumbles to expose himself and relaxes against the couch cushions behind him. The wet spot on his underwear displays just how profoundly turned on he is simply by the idea of being with Maia.

After all the temptation it’s endured this evening, his cock is extra sensitive, so he begins with measured, lazy strokes. Whilst he’d love to revel in the fantasy, he knows he won’t last long. As he imagines joining her in his bed, filling his palms with those half-exposed breasts he saw, pressing his naked body against her, his movements begin to speed up and his pressure increases. Very soon, he’s plummeting toward the edge of ecstasy like a podracer pilot with the finish line in sight.

His helmet tips back to stare at the ceiling as he pictures how it would feel to sink into her warm depths, and the notion ignites his fuse, burning rapidly. It only takes a few more strokes before the powder keg within him explodes into a million tiny raptures. His hips stutter, his muscles clench, and his orgasm tears through his body. He comes hard, and a fractured groan far louder than he’d intended escapes through the modulator as he spills forth his pleasure…

Fucking. Bliss.

Din’s mind is blank for some time, just a sense of fulfilment and contentment gently rippling throughout his relaxed form.

As the real world filters back in, he’s able to think clearly, and he now knows what he has to do. He doesn’t like it, but it’s the mature and sensible option. It’s also a fucking daunting prospect, but he’s faced worse. Has he? Yes, he has. He can do it.

He tucks himself away and finds a cloth to wipe down the mess on his flight suit. That task makes him realise he’ll have to sneak into his bedroom tomorrow without waking Maia to grab his armour and some fresh clothes. And now he really needs to do laundry tomorrow. The only pants he has left are the tighter ones, which he tries to avoid wearing around her. Great, there’s another reason to dread the morning. Although it’s not as if he’s ever caught her checking out his package – she may tease him verbally, but her gaze is always polite.

For now, he’ll enjoy the security of darkness and the lingering swirl of happy chemicals in his brain.

Din lays down on the couch and switches off the glowrod. With a deep sigh, he surrenders to the relaxing state of comfort brought on by his orgasm, letting himself fall into a contented sleep. Before he drifts off, his last thought is of Maia’s beautiful lips… leaning in for a kiss….

If only.

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Those of you who've read my work before will be familiar with my copious end notes:

As usual, it’s British spellings I’m afraid. Demographic stats say about 60% of you are American, but I can’t help where I was born, so sorry about all the extra ‘u’s and ‘l’s and for using ‘s’ where you would expect ‘z’. However, I’ve channelled my inner linguist and used American language and speech patterns since the show is filmed in the US and Din’s accent is American. All other wording is internationally neutral, including Maia’s dialogue (since the next chapter is written from her POV and I’ll be switching to second person reader insert for that, e.g. you/your pronouns). I’m a little sad I didn’t get to include any Mando’a linguistics in this fic tbh. Maybe another time.

The cabin’s layout is inspired by the concept art by Christian Alzmann that appeared in the closing credits of s3e8, in which there appears to be a staircase leading down to a lower level. That makes sense to me, as Din would need total security to sleep without his armour on, and a windowless underground room seemed appropriate. I also like the parallel that on the Razor Crest he used to sleep on the lower level in a windowless room too.

I know Carl’s absence is going to be felt when we finally get the movie, so I wanted to write something where Karga is still around. If this had been a longer piece, I would’ve had him actually featuring in it instead of being in the background, but in any case, Karga lives forever in the universes I write.

The reference to Din wearing looser pants is, weirdly, Canon. One of the ways you can tell it’s Brendan Wayne in the suit is because he seems to prefer these weird baggy clown pants. Contrast to Pedro who likes them tight (Din Peña?), as does Lateef Crowder, and as did Barry Lowin in season 2. Since Brendan did the majority of season 3, we saw Din in the loose-fitting style a lot more, so I decided to write in a reason for that beyond actor preference.

Though we have no information on Nevarro’s judiciary system, they’re an independent world who have a marshal and a magistrate, so my guess is they’d adopt the New Republic’s system of having a tribunal. Generally, group decision-making is favoured during this era, in contrast to the single-judge system of the Imperial era, so it seems more likely that Karga would encourage citizens to serve on a tribunal rather than unilaterally passing judgments himself.

Apologies to @the-mandawhor1an for using the name of your longtime established OC – it was coincidental, I promise! I chose it after looking up the most common female names in the world, one of which is Maria, and I settled on the variant Maia because it sounded like a more Star Wars-y version (and for another reason which you’ll see in part 2). I only realised when you reblogged my WIP Wednesday snippet, and it was a bit late to change it by then. I guess it’s a common name in the SWU too! But I’m sorry and I hope you don’t feel like I’m muscling in on your domain. Your Maia is of course the original Maia 💖

I made the GIF myself. Sorry it’s a bit blurry, I’m not very good at making them yet. I tried to use Tumblr’s GIF-making function, but it wouldn’t let me crop out Grogu’s ears, so this was my alternative attempt. It’ll have to do.

Definitions: Comlinks are those little cylinder comms they all use. Glowrod is a catch-all term for anything portable that produces light. All the swears/insults (stinking stang, frotz, borked, kriff, kark) are from the Legends list of phrases and slang this time (it’s longer than Canon). Nevarran reptavians are the ones that Grogu saved Karga from in s1e7 and that the Mandalorians were roasting in s3e7. Ferrocrete is a compound building material (Canon and Legends) made from concrete and iron, used in roads, reinforced bunkers and building foundations. I figured Din would only be happy with something strong and defensible, so Karga had the cabin built with it. Transparisteel is used for windows and ship viewports, as well as helmet visors.

Part 2 is written and will be uploaded next weekend once proofing/editing is complete. What do we think? Is Din gonna be dumb and tell her she can’t babysit Grogu anymore? Deny himself what he wants for Maia’s own good?

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aeruia · 7 months ago

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⌕. WIND BREAKER

⟳. MISCONSTRUE

they think you’re too good for them and also think you’re doing this to boost your ego and make fun of them.

character/s : nirei akihiko & sakura haruka (seperated :3)

warning/s : tiny bit of angst , use of she/her pronouns , lowercase intended , ooc.. 😓

word count : 400-500

note : I didn't forget y’alls reqs i swear im just a slow worker /j also meaning of the title is just a synonym of misunderstand and thinks its cool hehe

꒰ the request 𖦹 masterlist 𖦹 wbk masterlist ꒱

sakura haruka — 431 words

it appears that sakura isn’t the type of man to be affectionate towards someone and you’re aware of it seeing he’s having a hard time expressing his feelings. still with you being forward with your feelings there’s still doubt in his mind. he wasn’t used to people showing affection at him because all of his life people never accepted him.

you’re very pretty he will admit that, he can even scream that for the whole world to hear. you’ve been courting him for months and he realizes that you don’t have any plans on backing out. are you waiting for his answer before you play with his feelings? or you’re waiting for the perfect opportunity to make fun of him?

he couldn’t take it anymore as he started to avoid you. going the opposite direction whenever he sees you coming towards him. that goes on for weeks whenever you tried talking to him he’s already leaving.

you decided it was best if you stopped bothering him thinking that you’re being too pushy or forcing yourself at him as much as it hurts you — you didn't wanna see him avoid you without telling you the reason.

sakura misses you — he won’t admit it. no. as he was walking to get to his apartment, your friend noticing him as he was stopped by her.

“ you’re sakura, yes? ” she said straight forward as he nodded. “ i am.. what happened to [name]? ” he asked also straight forward which your friend finds it odd since every time you talk about him saying how shy he is.

“ she’s not doing great. she has been focusing too much on her studies and even sometimes forget to eat. she said she’s alright but we all know she isn’t. i know what happened to the both of you, she’s serious about you. ” she explain, sakura’s heart dropped when he heard your friend said " she’s serious about you. "

he thanked your friend as the first thing he did was go to your apartment to check on you. when the door opened you were stunned when he quickly hugged you. “ your friend told me everything, i thought you were doing it to make fun of me.. ”

you laughed at what he said as you explained that everything you showed him is genuine and that you will never make fun of someone’s feelings. sakura feels his heart softened at what you said to him.

a few weeks after, you and sakura are all good again as he often comes to your apartment to study with you or cuddle while you play with his hair.

nirei akihiro — 525 words

nirei wasn’t used to how straightforward and bold you are about your feelings on him. also doesn't get why you’re so proud that you’re courting him? he doesn’t get it because he can’t fight properly or even defend himself so why are you proud of him?

every time his lips will come out of your mouth he feels himself get flustered while you hug him. of course, that doesn’t last long as he found himself thinking that perhaps you’re doing this for him to answer you then when you two became together you will make fun of him and say that it was all just a bet you made your friends.

nirei also thinks that you’re gorgeous and thinks that you’re way out of his league so he thinks that you’re just toying with him as a result of him avoiding you — afraid that for the times you two are together you will leave him.

result of him staying away from you — you didn't notice it thinking that he was just busy when you don’t see him the whole day. weeks pass by and you never still never saw him if you did he’s walking or running whenever you try to approach him.

“ nirei!- oh ” you greeted the blonde hair but you can’t see the familiar blonde boy which made you frown, leaving to talk with your friend.

your friend advises you to stop which you didn't want to but you did it anyway as you drowned yourself on your works and chores.

nirei was walking down the streets as he spotted you in the cafe you're working at having the urge to come up to you as he stopped himself from that, a sigh escaping his lips before walking away when someone stopped him.

“ go back and greet her. ” nirei tilted his head to the side as he blinked. “ she’s waiting for you, if you ever think she’s doing all of this to make fun or play with you she isn’t. ” the one who stopped him says as he remained quiet. “ she told me that you had been avoiding her so she choose to ignoring you too yet she still wanted to spend most of her free time with you. ” nirei was stunned as he didn’t realized your friend had walked away.

after minutes of contemplating he decided to go back and greet you her eyes lit up when she saw the familiar blonde as she stopped whatever she was doing and ran up to hug him. “ nirei! i miss you so much! ” you cried burying your face in his chest — startled by the sudden action before wrapping his hands around you.

the two of you talked for a bit as nirei apologized for staying away from you and that he was just scared and you understand it so you brushed it off saying it was okay.

even if you said it was okay he still felt bad so he took you on a date after your shift as he watched you drag him to your favorite place. smiling because of how stupid he is from thinking that you would make fun of him.

date posted : 072124

#wind breaker x reader #wbk x reader #sakura haruka x reader #nirei akihiko x reader #nirei x reader #wbk fluff

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42ap · 27 days ago

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Mm, mm, I’d love to see the Pines twins with a very active sex life 🤤. Maybe it’s still that AU where Stanford inexplicably turned into an alpha, but instead of spending every day driving away all the tourists and monsters in the area and tormenting his family, it’s Stanley stepping up to “sacrifice himself” and bring peace and quiet to everyone else.

They go all out—rolling from the basement to the office, from the attic to the study. A passionate Stanford? During sex, he’s actually super clingy, with plenty of kisses and cuddles. He loves kissing Stanley’s face and telling him how amazing he is, holding him close and sighing contentedly. The sessions are drawn out and gentle; Stanford seems genuinely happy, acting like an overexcited teenager. Meanwhile, Stanley’s all, “Fine, you got your lay. Now can you leave me alone?” He’s like this during the act: biting his hand and blushing cutely, but as soon as it’s over, he kicks Stanford off the bed without hesitation. No post-sex cuddles, no lingering, ignoring Stanford’s attempts to stay or invite him to stay. Sometimes he even complains that Stanford’s wasting his bookkeeping time (he even once tried to work during the act). Pulls his pants up and acts like nothing happened—totally ruthless and contradictory. It’s baffling.

In reality, Stanley feels so PTSD-like from Stanford’s sincerity that it always makes him think it’s all a scam. He keeps telling himself that this is just a trick. As someone who’s been in this “line of work,” he knows the golden rule: Don’t get emotionally involved with your clients! So he convinces himself it’s all fake—just sweet talk to get in his pants. He can’t let himself think too much about it.

Over time, though, after a lot of sex, Stanford eventually calms down. Outside of those moments, he becomes much more composed and mellow whenever Stanley is around, far from the manic energy he had in the beginning. But during the day, Stanford still seems totally smitten with Stanley, casually initiating physical touches and even trailing him around the house. Meanwhile, Stanley is cranking up the number of times he reminds himself to keep a clear head, thinking, You’re using the same tricks you’d use on outsiders on me, your own brother? Do you not even see me as family? As a result, the gentler Stanford becomes, the angrier Stanley gets.

Stanford, on the other hand, is utterly perplexed by Stanley’s cold attitude and feels deeply troubled, having no idea what he’s done wrong. He briefly wonders if maybe he’s just bad at it, but that doesn’t seem to be the issue. Is it because he’s too weird to be a “normal person”? Either way, he’s completely at a loss, hopelessly caught up in his feelings and looking incredibly pitiful.

When the misunderstanding is finally cleared up, Stanford is still as affectionate as ever in bed. But this time, even before they start, knowing that Stanford’s words are genuine, Stanley completely melts just from being petted and praised. His whole body goes weak. Flustered and unsure of what to do, the blush on his face spreads all the way down to his chest, and he’s so shy he can’t even make eye contact. After they’re done, he tells Ford to go close the curtains and turn off the lights, and when they sleep together, he lets Ford hold him, completely at ease.

From then on, there are no more 6 a.m. doomsday drills led by their great-uncle, no more passive-aggressive messages passed through the kids between one grumpy uncle and another. The whole family finally finds peace.

Well, except for the occasional noise at night.

#gravityfalls #stanpines #fordpines #stancest #pinesbrothers

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neptunes-sol-angel · 1 year ago

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Pile One

"SHE AIN'T NO DIVAAA!"

You trigger others in a way that threatens their confidence and provoke them into a cycle of evaluating their self worth and identity after an ego death that's probably been long overdue. Some people in this group may hinder themselves back from speaking to people about anything in general, like expressing your opinion on something, talking about yourself, joining in a conversation so that you can be outgoing and network with others because you could feel like developing normal interactions with others is difficult for you. You could feel that people may find what you have to say as meaningless, they could even talk over you, or maybe you fear that people will hate you for what you say. You could also find yourself in too many situations where people are dedicated to misunderstanding you by twisting what you say or snubbing you. But despite their reactions, people strongly value what you say, and are often changed personally by even just a few words that you mention and could still think about what you've said years later whether it's from a normal conversation or an argument. I feel called to mention to this group that you shouldn't restrain yourself by muting your verbal expression in order to please others, because I'm getting that even though you aren't aware that there are people who want to listen and do listen to what you have to say and will like and respect you for who you are, you understand the weight of your words and the repercussions you face when you defend yourself and but there are times you don't in order to keep the peace. You must understand that peace is simply an illusion when you keep putting your feelings and wellbeing aside to keep people that are not even for you in your life. Tip toeing around others is not what's going to keep you safe—you gotta step on some toes to free yourself. This group has to learn both when it isn't your fault for when you trigger someone and when it is. Because I'm getting that another part of this group is more so in the darker aspect of this trait, you don't hold your tongue for anyone and when someone goes low, you go to straight to the pits of hell. You're fully aware of how you know just the right words to break someone and to intentionally offend them. Your brutal honesty isn't needed all of the time and sometimes you're not being blunt, you're just being an asshole. Reserve your poison for the people that deserve it, but it will benefit you to learn that the same way the magnitude of your words can be poison to others it also be venom used to help others heal. I know it may feel like that someone's always trying it with you but you gotta calm down and start seeing the good in humanity, because not everyone is a piece of filth that you need to sweep. The shadow work that you make other people do eventually creates a balance that keeps their egos in check and where their humility is holding them back.

Pile Two

What's chilling about you is how elusive you are. This can mean a variety of things, but one of the scenarios that I'm getting is that this pile could be adamant when it comes to holding grudges. People hate that you don't forgive them because it gives them a reality check with how entitled they feel to treat others and how they expect them to react about it afterwards. You seem to unfortunately attract a lot of people that don't take any accountability. They show up as either someone who feels like they have the right to mistreat others and have control over how their victims feel or perceive the situation or people who have lived their entire lives as victims but are in disbelief when they are in situations where they have made someone else a victim so they manipulate the situation to confirm their bias and lack of self awareness. These people are possessive over outcomes and how they want to be seen. You are very much capable of forgiving others, but you are strong with your boundaries to the point where you don't make yourself accessible anymore to the people have hurt you and this confuses them. They're used to thinking that words have more meaning than their actions or that forgiveness is something that's automatically given when asked for it, but you show them that's not exactly how it works. This makes them have to unpack guilt that they will deal with for a very long time or your absence reminds them of how powerless that they feel. Both are situations that are hard to sit with alone so these people may tend to latch on others and surround themselves with company. The shadow work that you make others do is to reflect on situations where they are habitually self-undoing.

Pile Three

What makes other people shook about you, is how unmoved you are but how you always seem to ironically move others. You could have this radical intelligence and self sufficiency where you don't care who's on your level or not. You could be isolated by others a lot, and on the outside it could look like you're out of touch with humanity, but no, you're actually way ahead of your time, they just need to catch up. The same things that people have tried to shun you for, end up becoming trends in the future. You guys are very secure with yourself and it intimidates others, but you've grown or will grow to not let that effect you anymore. I see that your purpose involves leading others. You guys could be coaches to help people break habits that maladaptively stagnate their lives, you keep yourself strong, in order to pass this on to others who finally decide that they to help themselves. Your insight isn't going to be accepted by the majority because those people are still stuck on outward appearances or are complacent with their own delusions, and it's not your responsibility to help everyone, but you're good at what you do and you have the potential to save a lot of lives with the changes that you help other people make within themselves. It doesn't even have to solely be changes either, you could motivate others to recognize what they already have within themselves too and that's so empowering. If you guys are tarot readers that are feeling down about the messages that you're trying to bring to people, I'm getting that you guys need to keep going, what you're doing is meaningful even if you can't physically see it, you awaken others deeply to things that they may not be ready to publicly share with others so give it time and remember your mission. You aren't here to entertain any thoughts of staying the same, you are here to promote growth. Don't downplay your gifts, you know what you know.

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𝜗𝜚 Title: APT

𝜗𝜚 Paring: Student Council President! Namjoon x Singer! Reader

𝜗𝜚 Rating: PG - 16

𝜗𝜚 Summary: “Don’t you want me like I want you, baby?”

Straight A’s and student council president, what else can a girl want? Y/N can list why she didn’t want that in her life and why it’s more of a headache to have Kim Namjoon as a boyfriend. Poor Namjoon...

𝜗𝜚 Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy, angst, enemies to lovers (misunderstandings, not full blown enemies to lovers but it's there ish), opposite attracts, and some steamy scenes but not too crazy

𝜗𝜚 Playlist: APT - Rose and Bruno Mars

𝜗𝜚 Author’s Note: I restarted the story and I really like this version better. I uploaded this late because I was re-doing it. This is different from the preview but it still has the same vibe. This is my New Year’s gift to you all for sticking around! I can’t wait for the New Years and what I release!

College was the time to feel alive and get your life together or that’s how people see it. Sometimes it takes time to get your life together and the advice from others becomes deaf, you’re standing alone with your back straight. This is how L/N Y/N saw it. No matter how put together you are, you're never truly put together. There’s always something out of place and that’s okay. It’s how you fix it that matters. College was a time where she could express her feelings through her words but for others it was different.

Y/N grabbed her guitar and walked out on the stage to see a full house. She smiled to herself and looked at her friend, Lee Ji-Hoon or Woozi, and nodded her head, “Welcome to the After Hour, I hope you're ready!” She ran her pick through her strings and the crowd let out a loud cheer, “I can’t hear you! Are you ready!” She ran her pick through her strings again and the crowd screamed louder. She looked at Woozi who gave her a smile, “Let’s go!” College was really the time to feel alive and be comfortable in your skin. Under the lights with her guitar and her best friend, Y/N felt just that. Seen and heard.

Kim Namjoon stood in the back with his hood up. He watched Y/N jump on the stage with a wide smile and he couldn’t stop his smile from forming. This was the only time he could hear her and see her because all the other times she ignored him. Rightfully so but he couldn’t stop himself from coming every night. To him, he had an image to hold up. The perfect student council president with straight A’s with nothing wrong. College was the time to put on a mask to get further in life and he knew this, especially with his father’s business he was going to inherit. Some saw college as a way to be vocal, to be different or just being colorful but he didn’t get the memo. Maybe that’s why he liked watching Y/N. It was everything he wasn’t...it was everything he wished he had the guts to be.

Y/N rubbed her eyes and took a deep sigh, “Fucking hell.” She stretched her arms and cracked her neck. It was another successful night but it hurt her back from dancing around the stage. She glanced at her clock and her eyes widen, “Fuck.” She quickly tossed her blanket to the side and went to her closest. Her art class started in thirty minutes and it took her twenty minutes to get to the class. She was cutting this close, nothing new. She put her hair in a messy ponytail and ran out of her dorm. She hated running but there were times she could make an exception and this is one of those times. She ran through the crowds as gracefully as she could get and ignored the glares.

Namjoon sat with his friends in the lunch court and he looked outside. It was the perfect timing. He watched Y/N running and his eyes never left her figure, even with her messy hair she still looked perfect. He smiled to himself and looked back at Min Yoongi who was raising his eyebrow at him. Namjoon took a sip of his water, “What?”

“You need to stop staring at her.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Jung Hoseok let out a laugh, “You really suck at lying.”

“Who said I was lying.”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, “The fact I can see you on her Instagram right now.”

Namjoon glanced down at his phone and shut it off, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Simp.”

Y/N made it to class with four minutes to spare, who would’ve thought she could run that fast? She bowed her head at the professor and made her way to the seats. She headed towards the back and placed her bag in the chair next to her, “You're Y/N, right?”

Y/N jumped and looked to her side to see Kim Taehyung giving her a small smile, Oh gosh it’s one of them. She nodded her head, “That’s me. You're Taehyung, right?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know you were in this class.”

Y/N had to stop herself from glaring at him. She has been in the same art classes with him since freshman year. He always sat in the front with his new girlfriend of the week so of course he didn’t see her. She would always come early and sit in the back so no one would talk to her. It also helped that she had her headphones on.

She nodded her head, “Surprise.” She turned towards her bag and took out her sketchbook alongside her supplies. She felt eyes on her still and she looked to see Taehyung watching her. She raised her eyebrow at this, “Do you need something?”

“Oh no...I was just seeing something. Sorry.”

Y/N nodded her head and looked towards the front to pay attention to the lesson, He’s so weird. Taehyung let out a small cough and she slowly turned towards him, “Yes?”

“I was going to ask, could you perform at my party?”

“Party? I don’t really do parties.”

“I’ll pay you.”

Y/N wanted to roll her eyes but she stopped herself, “I don’t really like parties-”

“I’ll pay for your student parking for the rest of the year.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow, “I-”

“I’ll pay for your lunch for the next month too.”

“I’ll do it.”

After the lesson, Y/N ran out of the classroom before Taehyung could talk to her more. Throughout the lesson, he would try to make small talk but she felt so awkward. She put her headphones on and headed to the library to write down some lyrics. Her music was playing and she couldn’t hear anything, peaceful. She walked up the stairs to the library and went to the sixth floor. Her safe haven. No one comes to the sixth floor unless they actually need work to get done. It was the last floor and most of the time people forgot it existed.

She walked in and was shocked when she saw the group of girls talking to Kim Namjoon, why is it so loud? She sighed and shook her head. She turned around and walked away but didn’t notice the brown eyes on her back. She took her hair out of her ponytail and put it in a bun as she walked down the stairs. She was annoyed now because why is he having his fan meet up on the sixth floor? Have it on the second floor where there’s an exit to the main campus at least. Now she had to go down all these stairs without getting her song done. Annoying.

She walked towards the garden and felt an arm around her shoulders. She took off her headphones and smiled, “Yo, Woozi.”

“I thought I was meeting you at the library.”

She scoffed at this, “That was the plan but Namjoon had his fan meet up.”

Woozi let out a laugh and shook his head, “They can be…a lot to handle. Sorry about that.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “I’m sure we can figure it out. We always do.”

“Always?”

“Shut up, oh by the way. Taehyung invited us to play at his party next week.”

Woozi let her go and raised his eyebrow, “We don’t do parties.”

“I know but he’s going to pay for my parking for the rest of the year and my lunch.”

“I really don’t want to see the student council members.”

Y/N nodded her head and leaned against the picnic table, “I know but think of it as exposure.”

“Exposure to what? Horny drunks?”

“Horny drunks that like music.”

Namjoon stared outside and frowned. After getting all the girls to leave, he was finally able to finish his discussion post. He actually made a plan to speak to Y/N. He knew she came to the sixth floor and thought it was the perfect opportunity to talk. Of course, his fan club followed him and of course, he watched her walk away. Nothing ever works out for him and now he has to watch her get close to Lee Ji-Hoon.

“I thought you were going to talk to her.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and turned to see Kim Seokjin giving him a teasing smile, “I was...why are you guys so invested in my dating life?”

“Because you never like anyone.”

“That’s not true.”

Seokjin raised his eyebrow and let out a chuckle, “Dude, are you being serious?”

“You guys need to stop harassing me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Later that night, Y/N went back to the library and went to the sixth floor. Her eyes landed on Namjoon who was writing away. She let out a deep sigh when she saw him. She didn’t hate him, she hated the constant commotion he brings everywhere he goes. That goes to all the student council members, sure they were loud but she didn’t care about that. It was the commotion that followed them that annoyed her. She just wanted to focus on her work but it was impossible with them there. There was also the added layer of him being perfect, it annoyed her how in every speech he had he would emphasize this. “Be careful with your mistakes, it can destroy your future.” Very encouraging words.

She started walking towards the back when she heard her name softly. She turned to see Namjoon with his glasses off and gave her a look that she couldn’t decipher. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrow while taking a headphone out, “Yes?”

Namjoon felt his hands getting sweaty and gave her a small smile, “I was just going to say you have a stain on your shirt.”

She glared at him and looked down at her shirt, this was the first time he was truly talking to her and that’s what he said. Y/N nodded her head and put her headphones back in, “Noted.”

Namjoon smacked his forehead and he wanted to stab himself, “Why did I say that?” Namjoon got up and followed her. He tapped her shoulder and she turned around. She took off her headphones and gave him a deadpan look, “Yeah?”

“I-I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out, I was going to ask...are you really performing at Taehyung’s party next week?”

She slowly nodded her head, “Yeah, I am. Are you giving me your requests now?”

Namjoon quickly shook his head and looked down at his shoes with a red face, “I was just excited to hear you play.”

Y/N was surprised to hear this from him. Namjoon the golden boy was excited to hear her music, “Well...thanks I can’t wait to see you at the party.”

She gave him a smile and walked away. As she walked away, she brought her hand up and did a backward wave. Namjoon felt an arrow shoot through his heart when she did this. Maybe he was a simp, “Y-Y/N, wait.”

She turned around and raised her eyebrow, “Very talkative president.”

“So-Sorry, I just wanted to know...would it be weird if I followed you on Instagram?”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “You can follow me, that’s not weird at all.” She had to stop herself from laughing more, he was so awkward that it shocked her. The golden boy had a flaw and it was kind of cute. “Don’t tell Taehyung to follow me. I can’t handle him.”

Namjoon let out a laugh and nodded his head, “He can be a lot but he’s sweet.”

“He talks more than you.”

Namjoon felt his face get hot and she let out a laugh when she saw his flustered face, “See you later?”

“Yea-Yeah, I’ll see you later...Y/N.”

Namjoon watched her walk away and he quickly took his phone out. He shook his head, “I’ll do it tonight...it’s too early. She might think I’m creepy.”

Y/N sat at the table and took out her laptop. She bit her lip and looked up Namjoon’s instagram page. Interesting...

The whole school sat in the auditorium early this morning. It was another speech and Y/N wasn’t looking forward to it. These speeches made her shiver with uncomfortableness as she looked around to see if anyone felt the same. The emphasis of being perfect and looking forward to your future was too much pressure. She already had enough pressure at just trying to be alive, why put more on her shoulders? Y/N sat next to Woozi and sighed, “I can’t keep doing these speeches.”

Woozi nodded his head and took a sip of his water, “I know...it’s like we're talking to our parents.”

“Maybe that’s why I hate it.”

Namjoon walked to the microphone with a proud smile, “Good morning, I am the student council president and I’m glad to have this speech. I just want to say...”

Y/N looked away from Namjoon as the speech continued, it was the same thing. She brought her headphones to her ears and listened to her music. She went through her phone as she ignored the cheers for the speech that didn’t make her feel. Woozi hit her arm with his elbow, she took off her headphone and smiled, “Is it time to leave?”

“Yeah, let’s go get breakfast before there’s no more.”

They started to walk out but stopped when she heard her name. She turned around and saw Namjoon who was breathing hard, “Hey.”

She looked him up and down, “Did you just run off the stage to say hey to me?”

“I wouldn’t say run-”

“It wasn’t walking.”

Namjoon stood straighter and smiled at her, “Are you going to breakfast?”

She glanced at Woozi and then back at Namjoon, “Yeah, we want the bagels before it’s gone.”

Namjoon nodded his head, “I’ll see you later.”

She waved at him and walked away with Woozi. He looked over his shoulders and then back at Y/N, “He’s weird.”

“I think it's...it’s cute. Like a puppy.”

“You think he’s cute?”

“Like a puppy that needs a home.”

Namjoon watched her leave and Seokjin wrapped his arm around his shoulders, “I can see the red hearts around your head.”

“Shut up, leave me alone.”

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Tonight was the party. Y/N wasn’t looking forward to it but she was going to get free parking and lunch...what more could she want? She was dressed in a simple leather dress with a matching jacket. Woozi came in and handed her a soda, “You ready?”

“Do you think this is the right move for us? I mean-”

Woozi sat down on her bed and shook his head, “It’s different but I think it's a good different.”

“I mean like you said, horny drunks.”

Woozi let out a laugh, “You said it's good exposure. What’s wrong?”

Y/N sighed and sat next to him with a frown, “We have never performed for the popular kids you know...the ones-”

“The ones that control the school. Why does that matter?”

“If they don’t like it then they could make sure that we never perform again.”

Woozi shook his head and took Y/N’s hands and made her face him, “Y/N, our music is what brings people together. It tells your story, don’t let others make you feel silent.”

Y/N smiled at him, “You remember what I said.”

“Never be silent again because of someone else...”

Y/N sighed and stood up, “You’re right. This is us telling a story.”

Woozi nodded his head, “I mean it’s mostly you talking shit about your ex.”

“I am a storyteller. Shut up.”

“Let’s get some food before we go there.”

“Subway?”

Namjoon was getting ready for the party and he was trying his best to look relaxed. He felt so tense and it was because he was going to see Y/N without hiding. He was excited but nervous. He barely started talking to her and he hated how awkward he was with her. He didn’t mean it but it was so hard when she looked at him with that natural mischievous eyes. He flattened his pants and took a deep breath. He walked out and stood in front of Yoongi, “How does it look?”

Yoongi put his phone down and looked at Namjoon, “Dude you look like you're going to a golf championship.”

Namjoon glanced down and let out a groan, “This is my nicest shirt.”

“You need to dress like you're going to a party. You're not impressing your dad, you're impressing Y/N.”

Namjoon nodded his head, “I know...I just want her to like me.”

“Don’t try too hard.”

Y/N walked into the frat building and she was looking around. There were groups of people dancing and drinking. The air smelled like strawberries and cigarettes, it wasn’t pleasant at all. She looked at Woozi, who was giving her the same look, “You think they have blow here?”

“Y/N, what the fuck?”

“What...it’s a good question.”

“Y/N, you actually came.”

She saw Taehyung coming towards her and she noticed the red lipstick on his neck. She raised her eyebrow and then looked at him, “Yeah, where do you want us?”

“Follow me.” She watched start walking away and she glanced at Woozi, “Are we going to die?”

Woozi rolled his eyes and pushed Y/N gently, “If we die then I’m going to kill you.”

She looked around and saw that they were walking into the backyard. She looked around and saw the fairy lights scattered along the fences and trees. The stage was small but it was workable. Taehyung turned around and gave her a smile, “I hope this is okay...I tried my best.”

Woozi gave him a smile, “It looks nice. Thank you for putting this together for us.”

“Yeah, I had so many requests to have you guys play.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this, “Really?”

“Don’t be shocked, everyone loves your music.”

She watched Taehyung walk away and she turned to Woozi, “Well...that was shocking.”

Namjoon entered and he immediately made his way to the backyard. He helped set up the stage for Y/N and wanted to see her face when she saw the stage. He stopped by the door and saw her setting up. The fairy lights gave her a soft glow on her skin and it made her look so soft. He took a deep breath and walked towards her, “Hey Y/N.”

She looked up from her guitar and smiled at Namjoon, “Hey, I like your jacket. It matches mine.”

He glanced down at his jacket and then back at her, thanks Yoongi, “Yeah, I like your outfit. I mean it’s short...the dress.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow, “Are you telling me how to dress?”

He swallowed his spit and shook his head, “No, I was just stating a fact. I mean it’s a party and girls tend to wear short dresses to catch attention.”

She glared at him, “You think I'm doing this to catch a guy's attention.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I was just saying in general...”

She nodded her head and turned towards Woozi. She looked back at Namjoon and gave him a tight smile, “I gotta finish getting ready. See you later.”

“Ye-Yeah. I’ll see you later. I can’t wait to hear you perform.”

“Mmmm.”

Y/N watched him walk away and she scoffed at him, “Woozi, did you hear him?”

“I did. He’s...He’s doing something.”

“Golden boy just loves pointing out things.”

She strung her guitar a couple of times but she never noticed the brown eyes on her. Namjoon looked through the window and ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m so stupid.”

Hoseok patted his back, “Yeah...you don’t have to prove you're smart to her. Just talk to her normally.”

“I want to prove to her that I’m worth something. Not just some guy that has a crush on her.”

“Then stop trying to put on a show for her. Just be you.”

A small crowd started to form in front of Y/N as she continued to tune her guitar. A girl came up to her with a solo cup and smiled at her, “What song are you going to play?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “I was going to do some covers-”

“What!? No! You have to do that song you played at After Dark.”

Y/N tilted her head at this, “You liked that?”

“Yes, I have never heard of it before.”

“It's an original song.”

The girl looked at her and smiled, “If you don’t play it then I’m going to protest.”

Her friends dragged her away and she let out a small laugh. She looked at Woozi and gave him a nervous look, “Should we play...”

“I mean it was requested. Might as well.”

She glanced down at her shoes and then back at him, “Is it good enough?”

“Y/N, listen to your heart.”

She smiled at this and nodded her head, “Okay.”

Woozi gave her a thumbs up and she nodded her head. She looked into the big crowd and wiped her hands against her skirt. She heard the first beat and smiled to herself, “Call us what we are

Toxic from the start...”

Namjoon stood in the back with his drink and he watched Y/N sing her heart. He felt his heart beat faster when he saw the pure passion coming through. He carefully went through the crowd because he wanted to get closer to her. Her voice felt like it was pulling him and he couldn’t stop himself. He stood in front of her and he swayed his body to the beat. She was singing her heart and she was smiling when she saw everyone jumping to her music. Namjoon was so into the music that he didn’t notice the girl next to her was dancing too crazy. He moved his arm away from the girl but it was no use.

Y/N stopped playing her guitar and looked down at her legs. She saw the alcohol or whatever it was in the cup all over her legs. She slowly looked up and glared at Namjoon. She let out an angry puff of air and closed her eyes, “Namjoon…what the hell is your problem!?”

“I-I don’t have one.”

“Really cause it seems like you have one with me. First you insult me and now you throw alcohol at me.”

Namjoon glanced beside him and pointed at the girl, “She accidentally knocked it out of my hand. Y/N, I-I would never.”

Y/N glanced at the girl and then at Namjoon, “Just stand back. I really don’t want to get angry with you.”

Namjoon sighed to himself and nodded his head. He walked towards the back and he looked back to see Y/N already looking at him. He shook his head (mainly to himself) and went back inside the house. He went towards the guest bedroom and was shocked it was empty. He locked the door and slid down the door until he was on the floor. He took his phone out and clicked on Y/N’s instagram profile. He clicked the DM and sighed to himself, I’m really sorry. I know someone who can fix the leather if I ruined them.

You better keep your promise golden boy 😘

Namjoon dropped his phone and he didn’t even care about the cracked screen. He got a kissy face from Y/N. Nothing in this world mattered.

The next day, Namjoon found himself standing outside the mall. He was dressed in Yoongi’s clothing again because he really wanted to impress Y/N. He rubbed his hands against his jeans and took a deep breath, “Are you good?”

Namjoon's eyes snapped open and he saw Y/N giving him a raised eyebrow, “I-I’m fine.”

She glanced at the jacket and then back at him, “Isn’t that Yoongi’s jacket?”

“No, why would you ask that?”

She leaned towards the right and glanced at the patch that clearly said Yoongi’s name, “No reason.” She let out a small laugh and started walking towards the entrance. Namjoon glanced at the patch and ripped it off with annoyance. He ran to catch up with Y/N, “I can show you the-”

“Namjoon, have you ever been in this store?”

Namjoon glanced at the comic store and shook his head, “No...my dad thinks comics are stupid.”

“Well thank god your dad isn’t here. Come on.” She grabbed his wrist and walked into the store. She started showing off random figures to him and even though he didn’t understand them, he was having fun. Y/N glanced at him and smiled to herself when she saw him smiling.

They walked outside and walked towards the lunch court to get ice cream. Y/N glanced at Namjoon as they stood in line, “Why are you so tense?”

Namjoon glanced at her and then back at his shoes, “You want the truth?”

“The truth would be cool, I suppose.”

Namjoon let out a small laugh and looked at Y/N, “I want to...I want to impress you.”

She raised her eyebrow at this, “Me? Namjoon, you do realize it’s just me, right?”

Namjoon looked her in her eyes and held his tongue (That's why it’s so hard), “I know that...”

She let out a small chuckle and looked forward, “You know it's ironic.”

“What is?”

“That you say be careful with your mistakes but here you are messing up. It’s cute.”

Namjoon frowned at this but then it clicked, “Cu-Cute?”

Y/N smirked to herself and looked at the cashier, “May I have the sweet corn ice cream, please.” She glanced at Namjoon who was still looking at her with a shocked face. She rolled her eyes and tapped the tip of his nose, “You want ice cream or what?”

Namjoon shook his head and swallowed his spit, “I’ll get pear...”

She smiled at him and then back at the cashier, “Pear ice cream too, please.”

Once they got the ice cream in hand, they walked towards the table and Y/N tilted her head at him, “You’re so...interesting.”

Namjoon stopped eating his ice cream and looked at her, “Is that good?”

“It depends on how you see it.”

“What does that even mean!?”

Y/N let out a small laugh, “You need to relax.” She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and took it out. Her eyes widened and she stood up with an excited expression, “We have to go.”

“Go where? What about your shoes?”

“The shoes can wait, Woozi got tickets to this mini concert. Asshole kept a secret until now, let’s go.”

“Isn’t it kind of late for that?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist to pull him up, “Sleep tomorrow but tonight go crazy. Let’s go.”

She finished her ice cream and tossed the wrapper. She smirked at him and grabbed his wrist again and ran through the mall while Namjoon tried his best not to spill his pear ice cream. Namjoon stared at her back with shocked eyes, he would have never guessed that he would be here with her. She unlocked her car and looked at Namjoon, “You ready?”

“Umm...I finished my ice cream.”

She glanced at the empty stick and smiled at him, “Now you don’t have an excuse. Get in~.” Namjoon tossed the stick in the trash and sat in her car. He tensed up, not knowing what to do. Y/N glanced at him and let out a small laugh, “You can move. It’s fine.”

“I don’t want to ruin it.”

“I spilled sauce on my chair yesterday. Nothing you do can ruin it the way I have.”

Namjoon slowly untensed his shoulders and nodded his head, “Okay.”

“The mini concert is with one singer. Nothing big, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Namjoon nodded his head and watched her turn her wheel. Why was he feeling hot watching her turn the wheel? He let out a small cough and rolled down the window, “I’m sure it will be fun. Who is it?”

“Her name is Jo Yuri. I’ve been waiting for this since last spring but it got canceled because of the rain.”

“Oh, I know who she is.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow and looked at him, “You know her?”

“Yeah, my sister listens to her.”

“Then we have to get something for your sister.” She parked the car and glanced at Namjoon. She put her hand on top of Namjoon’s, “It’ll be fun, don’t be so tense.”

“I’m not tense.”

She shook her head and pushed some hair off of his forehead, “You don’t have to be perfect with me.”

He turned his head and their eyes met. Under the street lights, he saw every little detail that he never noticed before. He leaned forward and gently caressed her cheek as she glanced down at his lips. Her phone buzzed and they both jumped away as she took out her phone, “Woozi is waiting.”

“Wait, how am I going to get in?”

“Sneaking you in. That’s the benefit of having a small venue.”

“Wait what?”

Y/N let out a small laugh and tapped his nose, “Trust me.”

That night Namjoon did just that, he trusted her and the night was the greatest night he had ever had (minus the fact that the guard was staring at him).

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Y/N sat in the car and glanced at the tall building. The building was so nice and it couldn’t compare to her dorm on campus. Namjoon invited her over to celebrate something with him, he never told her what it was for but there was something in his eyes that made her say yes. It felt like he needed someone to be there. She couldn’t explain it to Woozi but somehow he understood what she was saying. She took a deep breath and for the first time she was nervous to see Namjoon. She walked through the hallway and her footsteps echoed through the emptiness.

She knocked on the door and she saw Namjoon in a nice black suit. She glanced up and down at him with a raised eyebrow, “Suit?”

He let out a small cough, “It's proper for this event. Is that what you're going to wear?”

She glanced down at her simple white top and jeans. She looked up and nodded her head with a confused look, “Yeah? Why?”

“I think it can work, come in.”

She had to stop herself from scoffing and she walked in. Everyone in his apartment was dressed in suits and nice dresses. It was uncomfortable. She let out a nervous laugh and she turned around to look at Namjoon, “What kind of celebration is this?”

“It’s for my father.”

She slowly nodded and looked around, “Well...I need a drink.”

She walked towards the kitchen leaving Namjoon in the living room talking to someone important. She picked up the fancy glass and sighed to herself. This was going to be a long night. She went back outside and looked at Namjoon with a nervous look, “Why am I here?”

“I wanted good company.”

She frowned at this and looked around before she whispered, “Why are you talking like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you're a person in a suit.”

He glanced down at his outfit and then at her, “I am in a suit.”

“You know what I mean...” She looked around the room and then at him, “Your acting...different.”

“I’m acting the way a future CEO should act.”

She shook her head at this, “But Namjoon, this isn’t you.”

Namjoon sighed at this and took a sip of his whiskey, “Listen, this party is for my father. I have to act accordingly and it would be nice if you do the same.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t want to fight.”

She glared at him and scoffed, “I’m not fighting. I want to know what you mean. Tell me.”

“You don’t act right. You change the order just to fit yourself, you can’t change order.”

“I don’t change anything, I make mistakes. Mistakes are okay to make, why are you looking at me like I killed someone?”

“You can’t make a mistake especially here.”

She nodded her head and took a sip of her champion, “Well then...thank you for inviting me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She handed him the empty glass and slowly walked away. She heard him following him and she was at the door. She turned towards him and frowned, “If I leave, don’t bother talking to me.”

“Y/N, don’t do this.”

“You just told me I don’t act right...like I'm a dog. The whole time you have talked to me, you’ve made mistakes. You're human, not a machine that is perfect.”

“Just stay with me for the night.”

She shook her head and slowly turned the knob, “No, you can’t even accept yourself but you want to change me. Goodnight President.”

“Y/N-”

She opened the door and closed it quietly as he stood in the hallway with an emotionless face. He closed his eyes, “Fuck.”

She sat in her car and ran her fingers through her hair, “Namjoon, why are you an idiot?” She started her car and drove away with brown eyes looking out the window. The empty glass in his hand felt so heavy like his heart.

Y/N sat in the auditorium next to Woozi with a blank expression. Woozi glanced at her with a worried look, “We can leave if you want.”

Y/N shook her head, “No...I kind of want to see him.”

“You sure. I could always hit him with my keyboard.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head, “No, don’t hurt him. He’s just lost right now.”

She looked up and saw Namjoon making his way to center stage. He was wearing glasses and his hair was all messy. She tilted her head at this because he never does that. Namjoon let out a small cough and ran his fingers through his hair, “Today is going to be different. I made a mistake...”

Y/N stared at him with a small smile coming up, “Namjoon...”

“You shouldn’t leave your life to be perfect. It’s a waste of time honestly. School is important and doing your regular responsibilities is important but don’t forget to live. If you just focus on school and all the other stuff, then you're not living. You're living in black and white when you should be living in color. Don’t be like me and be perfect when in reality you're not. You shouldn’t survive, you should live.”

Y/N smiled at him and when he walked off the stage, she quickly made her way backstage. She ignored the stare from Woozi and she knew where she needed to be. She saw him and he turned to make eye contact. They both stood there and she gave him a small wave. He swallowed his spit and made his way towards her, “Y/N...”

She jumped into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, “I’m so proud of you.”

He blinked his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, “I’m sorry...I’m sorry for saying that to you. You act perfect. You're everything I want to be, I want to be like you. I’m sorry I took everything out on you when you deserve to be-”

“Namjoon, it’s okay. I forgive you.”

She let go and she took his wrist walking out of the auditorium, where no one noticed them leaving. She went towards the library and he knew where they were going. They entered the sixth floor and she brought him to the table where she always goes. She pushed him against the table and she leaned against him, “How about you kiss me, golden boy.”

“I-If you want me to kiss you-”

She let out a laugh and grabbed the collar of his shirt. She brought him into a kiss as his eyes widened. He slowly closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist as he returned the kiss. She gently pushed him on the table and she straddled his waist, “Golden boy, don’t think you're off the hook just yet.”

He swallowed his spit and nodded his head, “What-”

She took off his glasses and tapped his nose, “I need some fun too. Are you going to let me have that fun?”

“Ye-Yeah.”

“Good answer.”

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Y/N stood on the stage with Woozi and she glanced at Namjoon who was sitting front row with a wide grin. She gave him a small wave and he returned it, “I wrote this song for a special someone...” She glanced down at Namjoon and gave him a wink, “Let’s go!”

“아파트, 아파트, 아파트, 아파트

아파트, 아파트, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh

아파트, 아파트, 아파트, 아파트

아파트, 아파트, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh”

Namjoon looked at her and shook his head. He felt an arm around his shoulder and looked at Yoongi, “I think she’s talking about you.”

“Shut up.”

“Kissy face, kissy face sent to your phone, but

I'm trying to kiss your lips for real (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Red hearts, red hearts, that's what I'm on, yeah

Come give me somethin' I can feel, oh-oh-oh”

She sat in the dressing room and brushed her hair. The door opened and she smiled through the mirror, “You like the song?”

Namjoon's face turned red and nodded his head, “I-I love the song actually.”

She stood up and leaned against her small table. She sent him a small smirk and started unbuttoning her shirt, “You want to show me how much you love it.”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #bts #namjoon x reader #bts namjoon x reader #namjoon fanfic

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night-raven-tattler · 11 months ago

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Hello Mx Tattly, I hope I can request some angst for GN!MC x Jamil? Basically, what could be the reasons for them to break up, and how would Jamil handle the fallout?

Hello, anon! Mx Tattly is pleased with the request! Being a teen in love is hard, and first relationships are rarely successful. Mx Tattly still hopes you enjoy!

Relationships are...

Characters: Jamil × GN!Reader (romantic)

Warnings: angst, failing relationship, breakup, misunderstandings, mention of crying

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1. Relationships are a stupid idea, but everyone is a bit stupid sometimes, even Jamil.

The moment Jamil agreed to go on your first date, his first date, he knew there was no coming back

Something about the new territory and the uncertainty of teenage love made him nervous

He interpreted the nerves making his stomach twist and turn as the famous love butterflies everyone was talking about

Maybe in the beginning they were

When everything was nice and you both were riding the high of the relationship

You seemed to understand him so well, doing your best to support him by supporting him emotionally or giving a hand with his tasks around the dorm

You loved his cooking, his meticulous nature and his dedication to be on top of everything

And he knew that

He cooked you meals that he always called “leftovers” because admitting he put some of his time aside just for you felt a little too personal, too much

He memorized your schedule and always “just happened to pass by you” while you were heading to classes outside of the school building

He offered you the possibility of joining him and Kalim when they studied, wanting to help you understand more of his world without outwardly saying it

Jamil wished to be understood, to be read for once

But maybe the reading material he tried to offer you was in a language you were not ready to learn…

One evening after his club activities, you tried to invite him to spend the night with you

A sleepover, nothing more

Jamil would’ve loved that

Being away from Kalim for a night, enjoying some alone time with his sweetheart…

But he remembered Kalim needed help putting his uniform in the morning

And he also had to prepare his breakfast

And leaving at the crack of dawn just to help him and inconvenience you by waking you up was not worth it

He thought he did the right thing by refusing your offer- no, he knew he did the right thing

Inconveniencing you was unacceptable, his sweetheart deserved to enjoy their sleep

It’s the least he could do after denying your thoughtful offer

“...Okay. I get it. Maybe next time.”

Exactly, next time! When he will be able to trust Kalim more-

No, trust his dorm mates to care for Kalim better so he can have time for himself

But you have to accept the fact that Kalim was someone he was obligated to prioritize

And he knew you understood, he was sure of it by now

Otherwise, you wouldn't have agreed to date him, right?

『••✎••』

2. Relationships are far too complicated, why can’t the feelings involved just be easier to deal with?

Jamil wasn’t lucky enough to have a simple life

He cared for you, really

But the way you started being less talkative to him made no sense to him

He offered you dinner every evening, still calling it “leftovers” but now as an inside joke

And he even stood with you for a few minutes while you ate before running back to Scarabia after a frantic call from one of the students about Kalim

“Yeah, I understand. Go, Jamil. Hope you don’t have too much of a mess to clean up.”

And the next day, he’d make sure to walk you to your classes outside the main school building

Even if Kalim trailing after you like a hyperactive puppy

Or even if he could only walk you halfway through because he didn’t dare leave Kalim unsupervised for too long

Despite your silence, you still accepted his presence

And even warmed up to him back somewhat as you walked

But then things would get weird with your mood again

Jamil tried explaining a simple formula to you that you simply couldn’t wrap your head around

No matter how he explained it to you, it was something beyond your comprehension

“I know you can do it, Reader. Just focus.”

“I am focusing, Jamil. I think I just need a break, that’s all.”

“Alright, but after 10 minutes we’ll get back to it again. I can’t have you fall behind, even Kalim understands it.”

After the 10 minutes ran out, you made an excuse to leave and packed your things while you asked him not to text you for the rest of the day

Jamil wasn’t stupid, but feelings sure made him feel like it

After all, he was finally to put together the source of your frustration

『••✎••』

3. Relationships are a sham.

Talking to you about your frustrations with Kalim was fruitless

“You’re too glued to him, you deserve some space!”

“When was the last time we simply spent some time together without any disturbances?!”

“He won’t die if you let him on his own for a bit! What is he, a child?!”

He left your dorm more frustrated than before

Frustrated at Kalim for consuming his life like the parasyte he was

Frustrated at you for not understanding his position

Frustrated at himself...

For thinking you’d understand…

He never got what he wanted, why would this time be different?!

He collapsed on his bed and lost sleep over his self pity

『••✎••』

4. Relationships are tough… but is it that bad?

You came to him early in the morning, and apologized profusely for your outburst

You understood his position, you really thought you did

But the frustration got to you, no matter how hard you tried to push it away

Jamil accepted your apology, and you clung onto each other for the next few days, a reminder of the early days

But even after making amends, you never managed to quite find your old footing again

Jamil started forgetting about making your dinner with you and brought actual leftovers with him

It’s still the thought that counts, right?

You understood the moment you noticed the sudden abundance of spices

You also told Jamil he didn’t need to guide you around school all the time, you can just meet when you had classes around the same area

You went back to studying with both Kalim and Jamil, but you only payed attention when Jamil was explaining a concept both you and Kalim would need for your classes

You finally found a balance

That’s what he thought anyway

Yes, the time spent together seemed to diminish slightly, but no couple had all partners glued to each other all the time, right?

That’s why the return of your silence made his stomach turn

But, this time, you broke your own silence

“I don’t think I like the way things are going, Jamil.”

“I care about you, I do, but I know you’re spreading yourself too thin.”

“I miss having alone time with you, I… I can’t keep going like this. I’m sorry.”

You waited for a reply, any reply

Jamil only said one thing

“As you wish.”

You stood there for a few seconds, unsure what to do

Then you rushed out of his room

As a last act of kindness to you as his lover, he let you go

He finally realised you felt caged, so he released you

Jamil has felt caged his entire life

And doing that to you was too much for him

He let you go the moment you wanted out without putting up a fight

He could take his revenge on Kalim because he hated him

But you…

He couldn’t hate you, as much as he wanted to in that moment

All Jamil could hate was himself for not being better at this whole relationship thing, maybe that would’ve made you stay longer

『••✎••』

5. Relationships are not his cup of tea

Jamil was somewhat numb after the breakup

It was just a relationship, he didn’t need to fret over it for too long

He tried moving forward and simply sticking to his routine

A routine that he intertwined so much with yours that he often saw you in the hallways

When you saw him, you did your best to keep things brief and leave as soon as possible

You obviously were trying to “make things less awkward”

But he was clearly unbothered

He was fine

Everything was fine

So why didn’t you want to talk to him like before?

Did the friendship you had before dating just go up in flames?!

He soon followed your lead, avoiding you just like you avoided him

Kalim became the sole background noise of his life once again, but he had no more energy to be frustrated about it

He didn’t like to admit it but Kalim being his usual annoying self helped him slip back into his routine before meeting you

Except for when Kalim talked about you

A conversation topic Jamil refused to indulge with

Kalim missed you and became sad when you rejected his attempts at smoothing things over for his friend

And Jamil had no energy to argue with him anymore

After all, he deserved the silence and the awkwardness and the avoidance and the emptiness

The numb ache in his heart that reminded him of everything he did wrong

A growing dull ache that he never seemed to shake away

Until one night, when he woke up from a dream that had you in it

And he allowed to cry for you once

Just once

At least once

And it helped him slightly slip back to his old self again

His grumpy yet meticulous, clever yet in hiding, caring yet clumsy in the affairs of love

At the end of the day he had to accept the fact that whatever happened is over, and his only option is moving forward

The numb ache slowly dwindled as he saw you less and less, your past connection a blurry memory

Maybe relationships are not for him

He had better things to look after anyway

Like... you know, what he's always been doing

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #no beta we die like jamil's relationship......... the tattler will see himself out goodbye

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