#thanks again for waiting!! the ask just tickled me so much 😂

[good-beanswrites]

the mental image of shidou approaching kazui from behind like "oh, mukuhara, i had to ask you-" and kazui turns around with red eyes, fangs, and a lil blood on his face, which makes shidou give the highest pitched little yelp and nearly stumble back and fall on his ass. amane will NOT let him live it down. she saw. she saw how he screamed like a girl.

Sorry to hold onto this for so long but Thank You I was laughing so hard at this!! 😂 When I originally wrote that comment, I was picturing the easy targets like Fuuta or Haruka -- it was so much funnier to catch Shidou unawares...

Shidou rubbed two fingers to his temple. He didn’t know why filming had been starting so early the past few days. According to the schedule, Muu and Kazui were already up and working. Milgram’s team had a doctor on their staff already, but Shidou liked to be around just in case -- even after a night cut short on sleep.

It should be noted that horror films had absolutely no effect on Shidou, so joining the children’s scary movie night had not been an issue. Rather, Fuuta hanging out in his room to talk, “not scared at all,” for hours afterward kept him up. He hadn’t pulled such a late shift since he’d been working at the hospital.

“Hm… some coffee may do me well…”

He didn’t usually indulge in the drink, but a small cup of it sounded good at the moment. Now that he was working on quitting smoking, he may as well pick up another habit in its place...

The break room was dark when he arrived. He had to blink after exiting the bright white hallways of the facility. He was tempted to flick the lights on, but Kazui and Amane seemed perfectly content in the dark. The light may have been too harsh at this time of morning.

Kazui had his back to the door, pouring some coffee. Amane sat at the table off to the side. She was picking at a small breakfast. The whole scene felt... off somehow. Kazui was still in his pajamas. He never left his room like that. Amane's eyes followed Shidou all the way into the room.

“Good morning.” Shidou greeted her with a bright expression. She kept her face straight, moving some food around in front of her. She stayed silent. 

“You’re certainly up early! It’s very admirable.”

No smile.

Shidou’s expression wavered. The thought of scary movies still in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but imagine this as a scene straight out of one. Amane’s grim silence in the darkness. Her intense green eyes fixed on him from across the room. He was glad for Kazui’s presence, else he might have actually been unsettled.

He tried to ignore his grogginess. There was nothing strange happening.

“Ah, Mukuhara. Is there enough coffee for m-eugh!” 

Kazui spun around, and Shidou found himself face to face with a monster. 

His eyes were slitted, like a wild animal’s, and bright red. Even in the dark, Shidou could clearly see the vibrant irises. There was blood spattered across his face, and his chest. He opened his mouth, revealing gleaming fangs. 

But the voice that came out was just as laid-back as usual.

“Oi, Kirisaki… I forgot I was already in costume. Looks pretty realistic, huh?”

“R-right.” Shidou willed the shock away from his face. He realized with horror he'd taken a full step backwards. He hurried to close the gap again. “The team did a good job…”  

“I’m bringing Muu some coffee while she gets her makeup done.” He lifted the cup in his hand, which had a coating of what Shidou now knew was entirely fake blood. Kazui’s smile was a bit crooked, revealing one of his fangs. He had the decency to ignore the mortifying sound that had just come from Shidou’s throat. “There should be plenty left for you, if you wanted.”

“Of course, of course. Thank you.” 

“Sorry if I surprised you,” he said. Kazui brushed by him, unable to stifle a little chuckle. 

Shidou dragged a hand down his face. He exhaled, glad to feel his pulse returning to a normal rate. His mind was far too scattered this time of morning. He glanced over at Amane. 

“I suppose you think this is funny? My surprise is merely a compliment to the makeup department.”

She kept her gaze on him. “No, it’s definitely funny. You jumped halfway across the room.”

“It was one pace backwards.”

“It was a huge jump. Plus, you screamed like a little girl.”

Now, she smiled.

[lulunothulu]

“A Bullseye to the Heart” Ch. 10

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Latina Reader

Summary: after Bradley and Nat in vote themselves over and you tell Nat you and Jake almost kissed, Natasha had the great plan of playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Other than feelings being caught? 👀

Content: drinking, some swearing, definitely some tom-foolery, mild smut (touching), fingering, fluff

Word Count: who even knows 😂

A/N: just like the last chapter, you don’t have to read the whole “A Bullseye to the Heart” series. This can be read alone! (However I would read the last one bc it adds more to this one) ENJOY!!! 💗🤠

Chapter 10

“I cannot believe you did this,” you whisper to Natasha.

“You thank me later after you and Bagman are getting hot and heavy,” she whispers back, causing you to slap her arm. Natasha chuckles before clearing her throat for Bradley and Jake to listen. “The rules are, you spin the beer bottle, whoever you land on has to choose either kissing you, seven minutes on heaven, or passing. But you only get two passes!”

Jake and Bradley nod.

“So if you land on Jake three times, and you’ve already skipped him twice, you have to kiss him or seven minutes in heaven,” you tell Bradley.

Bradley smiles, taking a swig of his beer and winking at Jake. “Oh, I plan on planting one on him.”

“Gross,” Natasha laughs. “Okay, let’s get started.”

After an intense game of rock, paper, scissors, Bradley gets to be the first one to spin the bottle. Fortunately for Jake, it lands on Natasha who sits across from him.

“What’re you choosing, Nat?” Jake asks, eyes on you.

“Imma choose kiss,” she responds, getting up from her sitting position on the floor and crawling to Bradley who welcomes her with open arms.

With one swift peck on the lips, Natasha laughs. “That tickled. Okay my turn!”

She spins, landing on you.

“Oh miss Y/N,” she sing-songs. “What’re you choosing?”

You smile at her and wink. “I think I’ll kiss you, my love.”

“It’s not like you haven’t before,” she smiles.

“Wait what?” Jake asks.

You move to your left and plant a firm kiss on Natasha’s lips, smiling when she squeezes your left boob.

“Ah just like old times,” she says when you pull away.

“Old times?!” Jake practically squeaks.

“Hush, it’s Y/N’s turn,” Nat says.

To your right, Bradley tells Jake the short but hilarious story of the time you and Natasha got so drunk, you made out. Jake’s eyes widen and he blushes, adjusting himself in his shorts.

You take the time to spin the bottle, watching as it spins for a few seconds before landing between Jake and Bradley.

“Ooo, spinners choice!” Natasha slurs. “Who’s it gonna be, Bullseye?”

You take a swig of your beer, looking between Jake and Bradley.

As much as it would be funny to see Jake get jealous that you’re kissing Bradley, you’d rather not kiss the man who was like a brother to you.

“Jake,” you declare. Jake’s eyes sparkle in delight as you crawl your way to him and ask, “What’re you choosing, Bagman?”

“Kiss,” he says simply before grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours.

They’re soft, and expertly moving along with yours as you deepen the kiss by pressing yourself into him more.

Around you, Bradley and Natasha whoop and holler, causing you to pull away. You crawl backwards back to your spot on the floor and smile when Jake’s eyes linger on you.

“Alright, Jakey Poo,” Bradley nudges. “Your up.”

———

Three rounds later, two used passes from both you and Jake in order to not kiss Bradley, and one kiss between Bradley and Jake, it’s finally your turn to choose what you want to do with Jake when the bottle finally lands on you again.

“Seven minutes,” you say, a smile forming on your lips .

“We’ll be here.” Natasha winks at you before pulling Bradley’s arm and asking Jake , “Can Bradley borrow some swim trucks? We wanna go for a swim.”

“It’s only seven minutes,” Bradley interjects. Natasha gives him a death glare before he connect the dots and smiles.

“Sure, in the top drawer,” Jake points in his room, eyes solely on you.

You lead Jake into your room, watching as he closes the door behind him and sets a timer on his phone.

“So, Bullseye,” Jake starts, looking up from the phone with a smile before setting it on your drawer.

However, he never gets to finish what he was going to say because your lips are on his, arms wrapped around his neck.

You surprised yourself—Jake too, at that.

You’d fully expected to be shy and wait for him to kiss you, but the moment his eyes landed on yours you felt the warmth and determination fill your veins.

Jake was surprised but he loved that you were being bold. Must’ve been the liquid courage.

He pulls away, blue-green eyes bright and smile wide.

“How long have you been waiting to do that?”

“Since our first kiss,” you breathe.

Jake smiles, bringing your lips to his and body close again.

You couldn’t believe you were in his arms, kissing him, touching him. You snaked am arm to Jake’s chest, feeling his heart beat steady against your palm. You could feel his hard abs on your own, his dick hardening against your hips. Almost as if on cue, you could feel your core moisten—you were ready for him if he wanted you. You moan in to his mouth when his hands slide down your back and land on your ass, his light squeeze sending you straight to the edge but not quite over.

“Jake,” you mutter into his lips.

“Yes?” He responds, pulling away slightly and eyes searching your opened ones.

“Can you touch me?”

Jake breathes a sigh of relief. “I thought you were gonna tell me to stop.”

You laugh, about to say something else when he pulls you into another deep kiss.

This time, however, his hands wander your body. They leave your ass momentarily, trailing up the curves of your waist in a slow and passionate way—like he wanted to take his time with you.

And he did.

Jake wanted to touch every inch of your body—explore it, relish in it—before he even got to taste it. He trailed his hand up to your neck again, pulling you back a bit before walking you to the edge of the bed. “Sit for me.”

You obey, loving the way his eyes darken in lust. Your eyes follow as he squats before you, large hands landing on your thighs and sliding up and down. The motion alone sent chills down your spine.

“Did you purposely wear that shirt?” He asks, looking down at the Texas Longhorns shirt you definitely forgot you were wearing.

You nod, a smile forming on your lips.

“I let you borrow that months ago,” he says, voice gravely and deep. “I love seeing you in my shirt.”

“Yeah?” You ask. The alcohol pushes you to add, “I love seeing the way you react when I wear your shirt.”

“And how is that, Sweetheart?”

Jake’s eyes are practically oozing with need and you know it. The look sends another shiver down your spine, your nipples peaking below the orange cotton fabric. You move your hands over them, suddenly realizing he can probably see them.

He does, his eyes dart from your hands—now trying to hide your nipples—and back up to your eyes.

“Move your hands,” he orders.

You listen, placing them on the bed by your hips.

Jake’s hands wander up your thighs and hips, then linger on the fabric to the base of the shirt. He twitters with it, tugging it lightly and watching how your nipples poke out even more as he pulls the fabric.

“Can I undress you?” He asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice hoarse.

———

Instantly, Jake is tugging his shirt off your body, delight filling his chest and sparking down to the tip of his dick. You’ve just said the magic words and was more than ready to act.

As soon as the t-shirt is over your head and in his fingers, he tosses to the side. His eyes drop to your breasts, full and heavy—perfect. Your nipples are pebbled and perked, just waiting for his mouth to wrap around them.

He stops himself, though. Letting his hands fall back onto your hips and slowly slide up the soft skin of your waist, finally—painfully—landing on the soft mounds of your breasts.

He hears you suck in a breath, smiling when he flicks his gaze to your eyes. Something like wonder flashes behind them and he moves his fingers to your nipples, squeezing them lightly. When you moan, he softly twiddles them between his index finger and thumb, sending another wave of moans straight to his ears.

He was already hard, his dick pressing into the silky material of the athletic shorts he’s wearing. Your moans were enough to make him cum, but he willd himself to wait. He needed to be touched by you or inside you if he was going to release.

Jake goes back to cupping your left breast, watching as you give him a confused look before bringing his lips to the soft skin around your nipple.

He kisses you at first, testing the suctioning to see what you’d do and each time, a soft moan leaves your parted lips. He moves to that peaked nipple, flicking his tongue on the surface at first. When you shudder, he wraps his mouth completely around it, lightly sucking.

“Jesus, Jake,” you lightly moan. He pulls away, doing the same to the other nipple and chuckling when you mutter, “Fuck me.”

He pulls away, leaving your once warmed nipples cold and begging to be touched again. He pulls his shirt off, grabbing the back of the shirt and pulling it forward, before tossing it along with yours.

“I figured it would be fair if I evened the playing field,” he shrugs when you raise a brow. Your laughter fills his ears and sending a warm tang down to his stomach.

Before long, he’s pressing his lips to yours again, laying you gently onto the bed, and lying between your legs. Your bare chest presses against his, warm and soft.

You curl your legs around his torso, pressing his hips into your own and groaning into his mouth when you feel his hardness against you.

Jake feels you take your nails down his back and imagines the scratches you must be forming back there. He wanted everyone who saw him undressed to know you were his.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were.

Kissing down your cheek and neck, Jake makes his way down, softly pecking your collarbone and breasts. When he reaches your stomach you let out a giggle, making him look up from where he’s hovering.

“Are you ticklish?” He asks with a smile.

“No shit,” you giggle.

Your sass makes him smile, nuzzling his nose into the side of your stomach, making you erupt in a snorting laughter.

“I’ll have to come back to that another time,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hip. “I love the sound of your laugh.”

Jake works his way to your shorts, playing with the elastic before looking to you for approval. When you nod, he slowly pulls the silky material down your hips and thighs. When he looks at you again, he finds a lacy black thong waiting for him and leaving not much to the imagination.

Jake was floored. Not only were you gorgeous, but your pussy was as well—from what he could see. He kisses over the spot where your scar is, lingering a little longer than he had with the rest of your body.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers into your skin.

He kisses down your hips to the pelvic area over your clit.

“Everything about you is just how I imagined it,” he continues.

“You’ve imagined it?” You ask, propping yourself in your elbows.

Jake looks up from between you legs, a small nod and a sheepish grin forming. “I’ve been waiting to touch you for three months.”

You only smile, bringing yourself closer to to his face and kissing him softly.

“So touch me then.”

———

You watch as Jake’s eyes gleam in excitement as he lowers himself back to your core, kissing over the flimsy fabric of your thong.

Each kiss sends a ripple through your core and up your spine, your pussy getting wetter by the second.

Jake notices and grins up at you. “You’re so wet I can taste you through the lacy fabric.”

You open your mouth to respond but he stops you by slowly licking over the material, warm and gentle. You suck in a breath, arching your back a bit before your eyes land on his.

His are full of amusement.

He likes this.

“Can I remove these?” He asks you, fingering the waistband of your thong.

“Please do,” you grin.

Without a word, Jake grabs the flimsy waistband and starts to pull it down. You raise your legs to help him pass your ass and he sucks in a breath. At that moment, your pussy—in all its glory—was right in his face.

He fully removes the underwear and tosses it behind him blindly, eyes only on your gleaming folds. Gently, he brings his fingers to your entrance, feeling the warmth and wetness before bring his fingers to his mouth and sucking the taste of you off.

“You taste delicious,” he tells you.

“Thank yo—”

You don’t get to finish because his face is buried in your cunt. Kissing and sucking at first but then lapping and flicking with his tongue. He starts front he bottom of your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking lightly.

“Oh my god,” you moan.

“You like when I lick your pretty pussy?” He asks.

You nod, unable to speak because he’s lowered his head back onto you, licking and sucking for dear life.

Pleasure rings all over your body, your legs starting to buckle and shake around Jake’s head. You feel his hand roam to your entrance and sigh a moan when a finger enters you.

Jake pumps his finger in and out of you in a rhythmic manner, your walls clenching around him. You feel his pace quicken as he sucks and licks your clit, sending you back to edge you were so close to reaching before.

“I’m so close!” You tell him, bucking your hips to match with his pulsing. “Don’t stop, Jake!”

He pulls his mouth away from you before sneaking a second finger inside you.

“Say what you want, baby,” he instructs. “Call my name.”

He returns to his spot, mouth licking and sucking your clit, fingers deep and pulsing in your clenched cunt.

“Fuck!” You moan, eyes squeezing shut and then opening. You take your fingers into Jake’s hair, pulling slightly and bucking your hips harder into his face. “Please make me cum, Jake!”

Jake hums into you, sending a wave of vibration to your clit and sealing the last deal you needed to finally cum.

Electricity flares through you, stars and planets align, and you swear you heard an angel sing. Your orgasm ripples through you, Jake lapping up every single drop of it. He only stops when you’re a shaking mess under him.

You pull him up by pulling his face to yours and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He was right, you were delicious.

You push him back before smiling and saying, “Your turn.”

But when he’s about to speak, his timer goes off.

“Turn it off,” you whine at him.

Jake chuckles before standing from the bed and walking to his phone. He turns the alarm off before walking back to the bed and kissing you.

“Let’s go check on Nat and Bradshaw,” he tells you. Then, with a wink and devastatingly cocky smirk, “You can pay me back later.”

[lale-txt]

❈ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰/ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 & 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐠𝐧)

@bas-writes asked: That was supposed to be a joke but I can't get it out of my mind after our extra conversation 😭😂 Could I request Gojo or Geto (still can't decide sorry aklskdd) taking bath or shower with their tall afab s/o - or rather, attempting to because when the average height is like 185cm nothing possibly can be easy 🤭 Thank you! ❤

a/n: ngl this drabble sent me into a deep dive of how certain parts of a shower are called because somehow i forgot them in all three languages LMAO it ended up being a short drabble and only slightly suggestive at the end, but the scenario was just too funny for me to take the full blown nsfw route asdfhjks but i hope you'll enjoy it anyway! thank you for your request, Bas! you're always giving me such fun prompts to work with, hehe.

word count: 637

“Uhm, excuse me, personal space?” 

You let out a small huff when someone squeezes into the shower with you, basically cornering you with his tall frame. It’s not like you were small to begin with, and yet Gojo still could rest his chin on top of your head if he wanted to–and right now there was almost no other choice than to do so. This shower wasn’t built for a person above average height, even less for two of your kind.

“You didn’t seem to mind me in your personal space last ni–OI!”

Note to yourself: Shower head aimed directly at his face can make Gojo shut up for an approximate span of two seconds. He’ll never get rid of the house cat accusations, huh?

Gojo grabs your hand that’s holding the cursed tool and gently nibs at your neck (again with the cat behavior…) before he puts the shower head back where it belongs. He’s not bothered by your protests and reaches to adjust the temperature of the water from a pleasant medium high to something that could best be described as close to boiling, filling the already too small shower with so much steam you practically go blind. Not much of a problem for the Six Eyes though.

“You could have just waited till I got out of the shower, you know?”, you grumble, trying to find your shampoo bottle but continue to grab anything but said bottle, maybe because Gojo is everywhere your hands reach out to in this cramped space. He hums, a deep sound in his chest that was close to purring, his big hands running over your body playfully with his chest pressed against your back. 

“But Ichiji texted me that he’s already waiting for us outside, even before I got into the shower. I’m just being time-efficient here”, Gojo coos and presses a kiss on the back of your neck. His wet hair tickles your skin while his hands sneak around your waist—a moment of defenselessness, leaving him unprepared for you abruptly bending over to grab your shampoo from the ground and pummeling your boyfriend out of the shower with the sheer force of your arched back.

Freedom never tasted sweeter than in this moment; to finally move around somewhat freely in your shower again without bumping into this brick of a man. Sure, you still had to duck slightly to stand under the shower head, but at least it wasn’t getting blocked by another giant. You love Gojo, with all your heart, but you learned very early on in your relationship that showering together wasn’t this romantic and cute scenario for you two to enjoy–it was war.

“Oi!”

The shower curtain gets dramatically pulled aside and once the hot water steam sets slightly, you see your butt-naked lover with his hands on his hips, bright blue eyes on you, probably thinking of a hundred creative ways to make you pay for your crime. You would be intimidated if he didn’t look like a soggy wet Norwegian cat which makes you bite back a laughter forming in your throat.

“Don’t come back in here, I swear, this shower is too small for–”, you threaten him with a laugh, already reaching for your weapon–the shower head–again. 

With one big step Gojo is back in the shower with you, cornering you once more, his mouth finding your neck and trailing kisses up to your ear before he bites it gently. He chuckles quietly at the small noise you let out and you know he won’t stop until he charms out many, many other sounds. Something tells you that you won’t be getting out of this shower anytime soon and you make a mental note to send Ichiji a gift basket for putting up with your demeanors. It probably won’t be the last time.

[jungkookslipring]

thank you so much for voting! Here’s a sneak peak (aka the t-word scene of my intro chapter to my long form fic)

this can also be read as a stand alone!✨

idk how to introduce this please don’t @ me lmfao😂😂😂

Lee! Minho

Ler! Y/n

relationship: platonic

genre: fluff/tword (for this chapter)

AU or non AU: Non idol au

When you decided you had enough screen time for one day, you packed up your backpack and headed back to the apartments. When you walked in, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, and Jeongin were all in the living room; it was chaotic. Jeongin was on the ground laughing as Minho straddled him, attacking his neck, while Felix and Hyunjin were on the couch smiling at the two. This was nothing new, tickle attacks were far too common for your friend group. When you came around the corner they all looked up at you with a smile. 

“Hi y/n!” Minho greeted without stopping his attack on Jeongin.

“Save mehehehehe!” Jeongin screeched as Minho’s hands dove into the poor boy's tummy. You grinned as you dropped your bag and ran over to the pair on the floor. You ran up behind Minho and started squeezing his sides. Minho yelped and launched himself off of Jeongin, falling onto his back. He tried pushing your hands away, but your hands were too quick, and he was growing weaker by the second.

“You traihaihaitor” he laughed out as you continued your attack. 

“Alexa, play traitor by Olivia Rodrigo,” Felix said sarcastically, laughing his ass off when the speaker started blasting said song.

“Be nice to our kids!” You jokingly scold the second you start digging in his ribs. His sweet laugh filled the room.

“HYUNJIN-AHAHAHA LIXIE HELP MEHEHE” Minho squealed while you effectively moved your fingers up and down his ribs.

“I’m not getting involved in that! She’ll come after me!” He chuckled with Felix snuggled into his side. 

“Then join the dark side and come hold his arms down!” You offer with a smirk. Hyunjin cringed.

“But Minho Hyung’s revenge tickles are 10x worse!” He said, shivering at the memories.

“He’ll get revenge on you regardless,” Jeongin said matter-of-factly. While everyone was having a debate on basically ‘you’re damned if you do and you're damned if you don’t’, Minho has been filling the room with his adorable laughter.

“Y/N I GIHIHIHIVE” Minho begged after you spent a good few minutes attacking his underarms.

“Fine, just don’t go after my kids!” You laughed as you got off of him. 

“How was school?” Minho asked after you helped him sit up. You leaned against the couch. 

“Not bad, I think I’ve become addicted to caffeine,” you shrugged. 

“Are you already pulling all-nighters?” Felix asked.

“Yeah, but it’s just a lot of reading, case studies specifically,” you said, grabbing a pillow and holding it in your lap. 

“Have there been any that were interesting?” Hyunjin asked.

“More like unethical, these stories are heavy,” you said, cringing at some of the stories you’ve read. 

“Do you have to write any papers on these stories?” Jeongin asked. You nodded.

“Eventually I will yeah, which will require more reading and I don't know how much longer I can keep reading these old case studies. I may need therapy,” you chuckled. 

“Well if you ever need a serotonin boost you always have us,” Felix said with a smile. You walked over and pinched his cheeks. 

“Awww thanks Lixie!” you squeal as he scrunches up his nose. Jeongin laughed.

“I’m so happy it's not me this time,” he joked. Minho smirked and grabbed a hold of Jeongin’s face.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t like it,” Minho smiled as Jeongin squawked out protests. 

“Remember what I said about going after my kids!” you joked as you walked towards him with claw-like hands. Minho was quick to stand up and try to run out but you were too quick, once again on top of him while his laughs filled the room. A few hours later the rest of the guys came home. You all had dinner, talked about your day, and had a friendly yet violent Mario Kart Competition.

Can’t wait to share with you the first chapter! ✨🖤

Taglist: @felixmainacc @felixburneracc @myforevermelody143 @dunno-wut-to-do

[xsezzie]

Wordless Comfort

I was writing this as a drabble of some sort and it turned into a fic of some sort I guess 😂 Just in time for Kaveh’s birthday 🥰

Warnings: smol angst, tickling???? Maybe some suggestiveness if you squint 📸

Pair: Alhaitham/Kaveh

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAVEH!!! 😭❤️❤️

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Sometimes Kaveh can’t make the thoughts of guilt go away. No matter what he tries to focus on: designs, Mehrak, arguing with Alhaitham, playing an instrument. He finds himself laying in bed squeezing his eyes shut and ends up embracing the thoughts running through his head.

Alhaitham enters his room with a gentle presence, a rare feeling. He doesn’t even stop to ask Kaveh before he slides into the bed behind him and wraps his arms around the architect. He hears Kaveh take a deep breath and slowly lets it out, a sign his presence was accepted and welcomed.

Kaveh shifts so his face is buried in the Scribe’s chest now. He’s idly tracing Alhaitham’s chest with his index finger, unsure of what to do with himself. In return, Alhaitham gently thumbs Kaveh’s shoulder, a small comfort.

“….Thanks.”

Kaveh whispers, his voice sounds weak.

“What for?”

“I don’t know….”

Alhaitham huffs a little, he does know what Kaveh is thanking him for most likely. The wordless comfort.

“Do you want me to do anything?” Alhaitham asks gently.

He feels Kaveh shrug and begin playing with the hem of his shirt. The blond places his hand on his junior’s stomach, feeling Alhaitham flinch slightly at the sudden intimate contact.

“What are you doing down there hmm?” The Scribe chuckles a little as he feels Kaveh begin to softly trace his abs. It feels rather ticklish and Alhaitham can’t help it when his muscles twitch and try to avoid the touch. He can feel a giggle bubbling and bites his lip so as not to bother Kaveh.

Kaveh has long nails which doesn’t help, he traces each ab and around the young man’s bellybutton which earns him a little giggle.

“S-Stop that… heh.”

The architect continues his mindless tickling, he isn’t sure himself why he’s doing this either, but with his thoughts focused on this he can’t help smiling to himself a little now.

“Stop squirming so much…. I’m trying to feel you up~”

Kaveh teases a little which breaks Alhaitham who begins to squirm and giggle a little more.

“K-Kaveh…. You better watch out or you’re going to get a taste of your own medicine…”

Alhaitham teases his senior with a slide of his index finger down the middle of Kaveh’s back, which of course earns a loud squeak and he jerks forward in Alhaitham’s arms.

“A-Alhaitham! I’m trying to be brooding and sad here!”

Kaveh’s face is flushed and he looks at Alhaitham with a pout, but his eyes no longer look sad, instead he seems embarrassed and a little excited that his junior might tickle him some more.

“Mhm… sure sure. Come here~”

Alhaitham gently grabs Kaveh’s arms and holds them above his head easily with one hand. The architect squirms and begins giggling already, only getting louder as Alhaitham scritches at his stomach and travels up his ribs to his armpit.

“AAAAHEEEEEEK!!! ALHAITHAM YOU SUUUUCK HAHAHAHAA!!!”

Kaveh chokes on his own laugh and begins coughing while giggling, prompting Alhaitham to immediately take his hands off him and sit him up.

“All good?”

“Ugh…. As good as I can get I suppose…”

Kaveh clears his throat and sighs, his expression looking conflicted, “I guess I brought that upon myself… sorry for tickling you…”

The Scribe smiled and gently lifted Kaveh’s chin to look him in the eyes, “I don’t mind, I like it when it’s you.”

The blond’s cheeks turned pink and he looked away, causing Alhaitham to chuckle. Kaveh suddenly looks back at Alhaitham with wide eyes.

“You just admitted you liked being tickled.”

“Wait…”

“You like it!”

“No… Kaveh…”

“You liiiiike it!”

“Kaveh shut up!”

���Tickle tickle tickle!” Kaveh playfully pushes Alhaitham down and scribbles along his sides again, causing the younger to blush and giggle wildly, unable to bring himself to stop his senior.

After all… it was his birthday.

[roguelov]

I've seen the idea of Morpheus x Matthew's daughter reader before and I love it because "Your chatty raven employee is your father in law and Your emo boss is your son in law" tickles me to no end, and grandpa Matthew babysitting their child would be so adorable, but yk, since my mind is infinitely in the gutter, it could goes like Morpheus is just so naughty and shameless. He loves christening the whole dreaming with reader and he always manages to melt her into a puddle despite her protesting that her dad might walk in on them, assuring her that he would sense Mathew from a distance if he's coming. But for a few time the poor raven nearly catches these two in the act. Morpheus is probably able to remain stoic and pristine, but reader looks very flustered. So Matthew has a very good guess of what they've been up to and reader and Morpheus can infer that Mathew's most likely aware of their activities given his suspicious tone. But they are not gonna talk about it.

Oh my god 😂😂😂 I love this! Dream the king of smugness vs the suspicious father constantly battling it out while you are stuck in the middle silently begging for death

Your back pressed into the wall of this confusing hallway. While, Dream nuzzled his face into your neck. His mouth nibbled along your neck, enjoying the soft breathy sounds you made.

“Dream - ah, oh, okay, wait. Aren’t you supposed to meet with my - ah!” You moaned as his tongue swirled around his fresh bite. Your knees nearly buckled under his teases.

“You worry too much,” he murmured into your skin. “If Matthew comes I will know.”

“Yes, yes, I know you know but -“ His legs slotted between your legs. You gasped at the minimal friction. Your hands latched onto the front of his coat. “Shit,” you hissed.

“Such vile words, my dear, perhaps I will put your mouth to better use,” he teased.

Your heart flipped.

“Boss! You here?”

Only for your heart to drop into the pit of your stomach. An icy chill rushed over your hot, flushed skin.

Dream sighed deeply. He pulled away from you, and straightened out his clothes. His eyes flickered over to you. Amusement twinkled in his eyes. He reached out fixing you while you stared in horror and shock. His eyes dropped to your neck, and a flicker of a smirk tugged on his lips. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of your hiding spot. “Yes, Matthew?”

Matthew swooped over, landing on the floor. “Sorry, boss, but Lucienne -“

The raven’s eyes darted over, catching you not particularly hidden well in shadows. His beady eyes jumped between the two of you. You avoided your father’s gaze. You were an adult, and yet in this moment you felt like a teenager again caught red handed.

“What does Lucienne need, Matthew?” Dream asked, suppressing his smugness.

Matthew ruffled his feathers. He knew what just transpired, and he buried his usual fatherly instincts. “She needed help, talking about a library expansion with the flood of new books and stories being dreamt of.”

Matthew’s tone was short, despite who he was speaking with.

“Of course, thank you, Matthew.” Dream turned towards you. “Shall we continue this later?”

Your mouth fell open. He did not just -

Dream only chuckled to himself before walking off. Matthew looked to you. You continue to avoid his gaze as you crossed your arms hiding your embarrassment behind your anger.

“Come, Matthew.” Dream called out.

Matthew sighed, before flying after Dream. Internally, he debated asking for a bell around his talon to avoid any more of these encounters. His stomach twisted into knots. He didn’t need to know when his daughter and his boss were having their fun.

[ozimagines]

Hello, if you were interested could you do some head cannons for a poly relationship with Chico, Miguel and reader/oc? Please ignore if this isn't to your liking and I hope you have a nice day. Thank you

Ok, love this already! Could definitely see Chico and Miguel in a dysfunctional but loving throuple.

(Think this is @wawamouse’s gif… I don’t have any of Alvarez and Chico)

Dating Miguel Alvarez and Chico Guerra would include…

So they both start hitting on you at once. They’re still rivals at this point.

Miguel starts giving you long stares that make you blush and winking at you from across the room, smiling to himself after

Chico is much more forward about it

“Ai, kid, you know what you’re doing to me?”🔥

Chico starts teasing you often; sometimes verbally, sometimes physically.

Miguel liked to stand really, really close to you, talking low so that only you can hear

“Lookin’ good today, mama/papa.”😉

Chico would play with your hair or pat your ass as you walk by

“Even better when you walk away, baby.”❤️‍🔥

They each start noticing the other flirting with you and make it a challenge between them.

“You still messing around with Popeye, here?”

“Fuck you, Alvarez, where you gonna go out? The loony bin?”

It makes you giggle

Now whenever one flirts with you, the other has to get his licks in

It starts to spark jealousy between them… which we all know is the best aphrodisiac.🥵

Chico caught Miguel one day in one of the storerooms, teasing him about his involvement with you

“Thought you’d be trailing behind y/n like a puppy, Alvarez, what happened?”

“Y/n have decided they wanted someone uglier. You should put your two cents in.”

They fight, Chico trying to overpower him physically, telling him to keep your name out of his mouth.

They struggle, Miguel reaching for Chico’s throat to throttle the life out of him

Chico finally gets him pinned against the wall, full body weight on his.

“Hard to flirt when you’re a dead man, huh?”

“You ought to know, pendejo.”🤬

It wasn’t until they realized they were standing there, an inch from each other’s face, jealousy coursing through their veins, that Chico found himself lurching forward to kiss Miguel on the mouth.

Miguel, confused but just as passionately wound up as Chico, fights back at first, until Chico’s hands make their way from holding his chest in place to wrapping them around his head.

Miguel kissed back, grabbing at Chico’s shirt and shoving his tongue into the man’s mouth.

It only lasts a minute, before they break apart, wordlessly staring at each other, hair a mess and face flushed

They’re both hard

They don’t talk for a week after that, not sure what to say or do.

You notice something different when you see them again

They’re still flirting with you, but they’re not even acknowledging the other exists

When they do, it’s with more malice than usual

“Get your cunt hands off him/her/them.”

“Ever go near y/n again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The teasing has been replaced with threats

Chico makes the first move on you, mostly to run away for his feelings for Alvarez.

You’re out drinking, and his hands are all over you, squeezing you, tickling you.

He’s kissing your neck before you finish your first beer, tongue in your ear, breath hot and bothered.

You ask about Miguel and he shuts you down sharply, jealously rising again even if he isn’t sure which direction.

“Rather be out with that nutcase, huh?”

You all hang out around the same places, so Alvarez hears about you and Chico and decides to shoot his shot

“Y/n, c’mon. There’s something here, you can feel it, right?”

Then Chico starts arguing with him.

They both turn to you and ask the question.

“Well, which one of us is it?”

And you had to ask a question of your own:

“Wait… you guys aren’t dating?”😂

They’re both appalled by the idea, less so about being labeled as a ‘fag’, more so disgusted at the idea of dating each other.

They both deny it, faces turning red as they remember one week ago in the store room.

You’re modern, and you’ve already come to terms with your polyamory and non-traditional ideas of relationships.

You decide to share this with them, recalling a time where you dated a guy and a girl at the same time.

“Hot” -Chico🤣

You mentioned that sex and romance is complicated, touching each other their hands individually.

“So we both date you?” -Miguel

“Ideally… and each other if you’re game.”

They look at the other one, both shaking their heads and sneering at the other.

“No shot.”

“Absolutely not.”

You ask them to try it once. One date between the three of you.

Chico suggests a taqueria, so he can impress you by ordering in Spanish

Miguel suggests drinks at his favorite bar, San Cosimato, afterwards. He knows the owner and can get three beers for six bucks.

It’s weird, for everyone.

The boys aren’t sure how to interact when they’re not trying to kill each other

You take them both home, putting on some goofy movie (Hot Shots?) and begin to watch together. You’re sitting between them.

You start to kiss Miguel, rolling your tongue in his mouth.

Chico starts to get jealous so you start jerking him off.

You ask them, gently, to kiss each other for you

They’re resistant at first. Miguel places a hand on Chico’s thigh which he accepts and holds.

The boys lean into each other, lips on the other.

It’s… comfortable. Normal. Natural, even.

“Ah, puta, you’re biting my lips!”

“Hmm… do something about it, Mi-chael.”😘

They really put on a show for you… you could even swear they were enjoying it lol

You move it to the bedroom, all rolling over each other, kissing and biting indiscriminately

They don’t fuck each other at first; you’re the dividing line lol

But they kiss over your body (eiffel tower)

After you fall asleep, they talk, awkwardly, but you hear them as you doze off

“This… didn’t suck, right?” -Chico

“…not really, no.” -Miguel

When you wake up, you’re sandwiched between them, head on Miguel’s chest with Chico sending hot breaths onto your shoulder.

You see them holding hands over you… though they swear you didn’t 🤣

You all sort of settle into a routine after that

You’re both “theirs” but it takes a while for them to recognize the other as their partner too lol

It’s not until Miguel has a few too many conversations with Beecher that Chico throws a temper tantrum.

“No fine, be with him then. I don’t care”. -Chico said… caring very much.

You both have to show him “how much you love him” that night 😅

Miguel is the mom of the relationship

He calls you and Chico the “dumbass twins”

“Chico, y/n, I love you both very much… but there’s no way this turns out good.”

Chico is a Phoebe and Miguel is a Monica

“I know you know how to use a hamper.” -Miguel

“Yeah, I throw it on the ground and it magically appears in the basket.”😈 -Chico

Movie nights are usually two hours to decide what to watch

You can never decide whether to go with Miguel’s action or rom com suggestion or Chico’s ever present horror or r-rated comedies.

(Except Chico watched Titanic because you and Miguel love it so much.)

(“I’d freeze in the water for you, y/n.” -Miguel)

(“Awwww.” -you)

(“What about me?”🥺 -Chico)

(“You fucking freeze to death.” -Miguel while holding Chico’s hand.)

Chico’s always in charge of scooping ice cream in this throuple

Partially because he packs the bowl more than anyone else

Partially because it’s funny to watch his ego wilt as he chips away at too frozen ice cream. 😂

“I… *grunt* got this…”

“Yeah… you got it, alright.”

Throuple costumes are hard for you guys and it’s even harder to convince them to dress up.

“But like, hear me out: Luke, Leia, and Han!” -you, exceedingly proud of this idea

“They’re all white!” -Chico, identifying the flaw in your plan

“…two of them are siblings.” -Miguel, resident single brain cell on duty

Chico sees himself as the protector of you two

(Miguel proves a little easier to protect without Chico always trying to kill him😂)

After a few months of dating, the boys hold hands in public, kiss in bars, and argue like an old married couple

Miguel wants kids, Chico is a little hesitant but once you see him around kids, you know he’d be a good dad

They propose to you and to each other

It’s a little weird logistically lol

Surprising everyone, Chico proposes first.

“Listen, I know this is a little… non-traditional… but I want you. Both of you. I want you forever.”❤️

He’s got two bands for both of you; an old Mexican coin he has pressed into a ring for Miguel and a copper ring made from a penny you threw in a wishing well on one of your dates

He’s a surprising man

He’s got an arm around both of you

Just a man who knows what he wants.

Miguel wants to surprise Chico and so do you

So you team up to create the perfect night for Chico.

When he gets off of work, you have his favorite meal (arroz con pollo… so what, he’s a simple man😅)

His favorite drink (Jose Cuervo Tequila)

And his favorite movie (Saw VI)

He asks if he’s dying🤣

You both sandwich him in a hug and surprise him with his ring: a sleek gold band with an inscription:

Yours, Always and Forever

You fuck like bunnies that night

Chico’s got a lot of kinks

Miguel is a little more reserved but will try anything once

Chico’s brand of love is possessive:

“Yeah, baby, you’re all mine.”🥰

Miguel is more traditionally romantic

“Mmm… let me know if this hurts you.”🥹

You like both; it’s like dating a chocolate & vanilla swirl, best of both worlds

Something they both have in common

When they love, they love HARD

“We love you, y/n.” -Miguel

“Till the end of time, chula/o.” -Chico

You’re in love, and how can love be wrong?

Bonus: You often go on ice cream dates: everyone gets to customize their experience. Miguel gets vanilla and strawberry, with chocolate sprinkles and cherries. Chico, resident hellion, gets coffee, mango, and pistacchio with gummy bears, popping strawberry boba, and graham crackers. Miguel can’t even watch him eat it😂 You get a root beer float with three straws… and Chico always spikes it🥲

[bradshawsbaby]

Happy anniversary! This is so exciting! I totally agree that TGM summer should come back! That was definitely and once in a lifetime experience. 🥳

Anyway, for the celebration, I’ll request a little drabble with Bradley and Mrs. B during WWII—maybe when their newlyweds enjoying a night of dancing or strolling around town before Bradley ships off?

If you have too many requests and can’t get to this one, I totally understand! I hope you have a great week and enjoy celebrating what you’ve accomplished this past year! 🥰

Thank you so much!!! 🥰 I’ve got my fingers crossed for a Top Gun Summer Renaissance! 😂

This request was so sweet, and I hope you enjoy it!

The night itself felt alive as you and Bradley strolled hand in hand along the pier, the air vibrating and pulsing with an energy that you could feel beating deep within your heart. Even from this height, the sea spray tickled your cheeks and made you acutely aware of the stunning view you were getting to take in with the man beside you.

Your husband.

It still seemed hard to believe that just hours ago, you and Bradley had been declared husband and wife within the confines of a tiny, cramped office at City Hall. It wasn’t the white wedding you had dreamed of as a little girl, but Bradley Bradshaw was every inch the Prince Charming you had always hoped for.

It had only been a few months since the two of you had met at the soda shop where you worked part time, but with the war on and Bradley having to ship out with his squadron, neither of you had wanted to wait to make things official.

“I promise I’m going to give you the wedding you deserve when all this is over,” Bradley had whispered earlier today, as he’d slid a simple, inexpensive gold band on your finger.

“So long as I have you, this is all the wedding I need,” you whispered back, earning a smile and a kiss from your handsome groom.

The world had felt full of bright possibilities as you and Bradley signed your marriage license, but now that day was melting into night, you felt seized with an acute fear that couldn’t quite be articulated.

Bradley was shipping out tomorrow and you weren’t ready to say goodbye.

As the two of you came to a halt at the end of the pier, Bradley turned you to face him, lifting your chin so that your eyes were meeting his. He gazed at you quietly for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he asked gently, cradling your cheek in his hand, his own gold wedding band feeling cool against your skin.

You considered lying and telling him that everything was fine, but the truth somehow managed to slip past your lips. “I don’t want you to go,” you confessed, a single tear trickling down your cheek. “I know that’s selfish, but I don’t. I want you to stay here with me.”

“Oh, honey,” Bradley murmured, gathering you into his arms and kissing the top of your head. “You want to know the truth?” he asked quietly, his breath tickling your cheek.

You nodded, and he went on, “I don’t want to go either. There’s nothing I want more than to stay here with you,” he admitted, stroking your back. “But I have to go, darling. I have to.”

You nodded in understanding, a few more tears slipping down your cheeks as you gazed up at the man you adored, having no idea when you would get to hold him in your arms again after tonight.

“But there’s not going to be a minute—not a second, even—that I’m not thinking of you when I’m over there,” Bradley told you, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m coming home to you, Mrs. Bradshaw. I still owe you that wedding, after all.”

You smiled at that, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That you do, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

He swallowed up your smile in a kiss that you knew you would be holding onto until he was home and safe once again.

Join my “TOP ONE” Anniversary Celebration! 🥳

[catb-fics]

🤰💖 hope you’re doing okay lovely. We’re always here if you need to talk! I found part 2 of morning snuggles from a while back

As adorable and heartfelt it was seeing your firstborn wrapped in Van’s arms in bed, you’d be incredibly impatient to shag your husband for the first time in 3 months. You’d leave your bedroom to make yourself tea to clear your head full of filth while Van spent much needed time with his firstborn. You’d hear your child screaming at the top of their lungs from being tickled and couldn’t help but be reminded about how this was everything you ever wanted. You married the man of your dreams and have a happy, healthy, adored child. You’d smile and look down, imagining yourself pregnant with your second child. The one Van had been asking for forever.

The day you and Van got married, you two had snuck away right after the ceremony for a semi impromptu boudoir couple’s photoshoot. You wanted to surprise Van with a few photo reminders of what was waiting for him at home since tour had been scheduled to resume 3 days after your wedding. He had found out and as much as he loved the idea, he felt guilty not leaving you with anything in return. You’d be looking through the photo book while Van was still in bed. One photo would have you sitting in Van’s lap in the lingerie he had picked out for your wedding day would always get you going. As much as a simple man Van claimed to be, he still had his preferences.

You’d exhale sharply as you felt yourself even more impatient and close the book. Right on cue, Van would stumble out of the bedroom with your little one trailing behind. “You left so sudden. Are ya good?” he’d look at you in mild confusion. “Yeah, things are, uh, fine” you’d say, trying to hide the book. “I see” he’d smirk, pulling a chair up beside you. “Take off your knickers” he’d whisper in your ear. “What?” you’d question completely off guard. “10 years of being together and that doesn’t work every bloody time?” he’d smirk back. “We got kicked off the tour. I’ll be home longer. Let me get you pregnant again”

You’d immediately slide off your knickers and hand them to Van underneath the table. “Honey, we have company” you’d say as Van’s hand ran up the outside of your thigh. “I know, stay quiet” he’d whisper. He’d get your toddler situated with their favourite movie, knowing you both would have just enough time to get the deed done without them noticing. “Let’s get it on to Winnie the Pooh, yeah?” Van would whisper. You’d nearly be silent as Van filled you moments later. You’d glance over at your child being completely unaware and begin to wonder if this was how fucking your husband was going to take place for the rest of your life.

Aww thank you angel 💕

This has made me crease! “Let’s get it on to Winnie the Pooh, yeah?” 😂

I think they’d definitely have to get inventive to sneak off for a sneaky shag as the little ones would not understand the concept of privacy. I’m imagining many a time being caught in a compromising position and having to come up with an excuse fast.

[roosterbruiser]

"your daughter’s favorite thing: cheek tickles from her daddy" - this is so sweet, I can't even! 🥹

"“How about rhubarb tarts and red grapes and rosemary rice?” Jake asks, smirking.", "“Yeah and-and whubawb tawts and-and wed gwapes and wosemawy wice,” Nellie echoes all the same, completely oblivious to her father’s chiding." - my whole heart! ❤️ Love that Jake has fun while parenting

"Jake teasingly pinches her sides and she giggles again, burrowing her face in his chest." - I am melting, so cute!

"clutching his stuffed chicken" - of course he has a stuffed chicken!! 😂

"Nellie is pleased as a plum, keening at any attention from Rooster." - awww 🥹

"“This is a job for Princess Daddy,”" - Jake voluntarily calling himself Princess Daddy is so true to character! 😂🥹

"He can’t wait to get home from work every single day, even if he knows he’s about to walk into a hurricane of laundry and dinner plans and naked children and a very pregnant wife and the dumbest puppy on earth." - hahahaha, so sweet, but also, poor pup, being the dumbest on earth 🥹 at least he/she is happy

"Rooster has been roped into making a daisy chain crown and he is stumbling his way through it as Nellie bosses him around. Sonny is sitting atop Coyote’s shoulders, calling himself King of the Yard. The puppy is rolling around in the tulips you just planted and the baby is kicking your bladder--but you couldn’t be happier." - this image right here is perfect! And I love it wholeheartedly ❤️

So, sorry again for the many long messages, I just love your writing so much, and each time I re-read your fics I find a new thing to love and love the ones I loved the first time even more. I don't know if this makes any sense. Just thank you for sharing your talent! ❤️

do not say sorry for all these messages!! you are the sweetest most amazing reader on planet earth and I consider myself to be SO FUCKING LUCKY to have readers that notice this detail AND tell me about it!

I am literally so flattered and so happy :)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I had to step away from this for a little while. But I feel pretty good about this. I hope all 8 of you that read this enjoy it! 😂

C/W ::: Language, hurt not much comfort at ALL, M->M oral, brief mention of cum, voyeurism but like, wwyd??? if you were in that sitch?, mention of getting drunk. Let me know if I missed anything else.

WC ::: Less than 2600

Also, I don't think this is the last bit. So anyone who cares, keep your eyes open =)

ALL THE OTHER PARTS 1-6

Part VII

You stared at him for a moment before you realized that you had to tell him.

"Kats, um, I put in for a transfer at my job."

He looked at you like you'd told him you were responsible for the death of his childhood pet. "Y- I'm ... fuckin' ... sorry, what? You did what, now?"

"I put in for a transfer. I just - I couldn't be here anymore. I couldn't keep living in this city, in this apartment, knowing that you were here and that I couldn't be with you. I had to get away."

"Oh. Fuck. Ok. Um. Well. Where are you transferring to, y/n? Are you ... leaving?" He choked out. "What does that - this, what does this mean, then?"

You couldn't answer him right away. Your eyes scanned over his face. His body language went from fluid to solid within a matter of seconds.

"It means that I thought this was irreparably fucked up. I thought you would, well, that we would go our separate ways. Now I don't know. I don't know what to do." You admitted.

He stood there, staring at you like he was trying to find a way to respond to that.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think we could be like this again. Like ... us? I don't know. It just seemed so impossible. But then we ... and you ... and now you're ... I feel like we have a chance. We have a chance at fixing things."

He let the most disgruntled noise slip from his nose and mouth. "Oh? Is that all it took? A little dick tickle and me pouring your coffee in the morning? What the fuck, y/n."

"Katsuki! Stop it. I know this is hard. And I'm not expecting you to just jump on board with me. I'm not even sure I'm going to take the job. I just - I had to do something. I couldn't keep living here with all of this bullshit. The memories and the fights and the ... it was just too much."

"No, no. I get it. You had to get out. And clearly, another city was the way to go. How far away is it from here?" He asked, already sounding more pissed off than you ever thought he would about something like a change of scenery. For you, no less.

"You mean how far from you?" You stared at your cup of coffee, watching the different shades of brown and white swirl together.

"Yeah whatever. What the fuck difference does the phrasing make." He said, walking toward the living room. He pulled on his jeans and grabbed his phone from the table. He started tapping away at it like he was writing a novel.

You sat there, waiting for him to say something else. To look at you. But he just kept his eyes locked on his phone.

After what felt like hours, he finally put it down and walked back over to you. "Ok. Well, I guess I should get dressed and get goin'. You can stay here as long as you need to get your shit sorted out."

"Oh, um, thank you, Kats. I appreciate that."

"No problem. It's your home, too, after all." He smiled and walked out of the room, leaving you sitting there, wondering what the hell he meant by that.

You knew that he was angry. And you couldn't totally blame him. Not telling him that you were going to completely abandon the idea of the two of you was kind of fucked up. But it wasn't as if you two were at the peak of happiness when you made this decision. And it certainly wasn't made hastily.

You thought that you needed to get out. You thought that you couldn't keep living here, knowing that he was here. Even if it was on the other side of town. It was too painful.

But now, you weren't so sure anymore. You weren't sure if you could walk away from this. From him. From what you had built together.

Despite the fact that he was acting a little unusual today. He told you he called Deku last night and he was going to cover his shift and paperwork today so he could stay home. And now he was running his fingers over his phone responding to whatever then he's suddenly on his way out the door? It didn't make sense to you.

But you didn't want to pry. You didn't want to make things worse than they already were. So, you let it go.

You watched as he walked out the door, waving to you from the hallway. He smiled at you and then he was gone.

You sighed and shook your head, trying to wrap your brain around the situation. You knew that you had to talk to him. But you didn't want to wait until he got back home. So you dug through more clothes, only finding his. That's what you ended up wearing as you headed out the front door to track him down.

It was a strange feeling to be out and about in the city again. You'd avoided it for so long that you forgot what it was like to be surrounded by people and noise and cars and smells. The fast-paced hustle around you made you feel like you were home again.

Around the corner was his agency. You saw the outside sign from blocks away. It made you smile, the pride that bubbled up inside of you made you smile. You were so proud of him for getting this far. You were proud of him for being a favorite hero in Japan.

You walked through the front doors and waved at the receptionist. You'd been here so many times before that she knew exactly who you were and why you were here. She pointed down the hall to the elevator and smiled at you. You nodded back and headed toward it, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest.

You weren't sure what you were going to say to him when you got to his office. But you knew that you needed to tell him what was going on in that head of yours. You needed to tell him how you felt. You needed to tell him that you loved him and that you wanted to stay here with him. That you weren't going to take that job. You'd request to stay here. Or you find another one. None of that shit mattered anymore. And then when you were about to ...

"O-Oh," you breathed out as you looked in his office. And what you saw wasn't entirely unpleasant. But it surprised the fuck out of you.

Katsuki was standing there, facing the window, with his pants around his ankles. And he wasn't alone.

You saw Deku's face pressed against his back. You saw his hand reaching around, pumping Katsuki's cock at the world outside. And you saw the reflection of Katsuki's face. His mouth was open, his eyes were closed, and he looked like he was in pure bliss.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. You couldn't believe that this was happening. You couldn't believe that you had just gotten done talking about getting your shit straightened out together.

And now he's ... fucking ... Deku? Or rather, Deku's hand ... Deku's hand was fucking him? You were a little confused about the semantics of the situation. But you knew exactly what you were looking at.

You stayed there, just watching. A sick smirk has warped it's way onto your lips. You were somewhere between furious and amused. And you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Katsuki's expression as he came all over Deku's hand, all over his pants and the floor.

Katsuki's head lolled around as he looked over his shoulder at Deku. So softly he reached back and rubbed his fingertips over Deku's mouth. "Y'so fuckin' good at this shit, Nerd. Could stay here all day with you wrapped around my cock like this."

Deku's face turned red as he realized you were standing there. He pushed Katsuki away from him and pulled up his pants, his face burning with embarrassment. He couldn't bring himself to look at you. He just grabbed his phone and walked out, leaving you and Katsuki alone in the office.

Katsuki hadn't even bothered to pull up his pants yet. He just stood there, his cock still hard and dripping with cum. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked at you. "Ya like what ya see, y/n? Don't tell me you're jealous. I'll always make room for you." He laughed.

You didn't know what to say. You didn't know how to respond to what you just saw. But you couldn't believe how calm he was. How casual he was. Like he didn't just fuck his best friend in his office. Like he hadn't just been caught.

You started to laugh. It was a laugh that came from the bottom of your stomach. It was a laugh that you didn't even realize was coming out of you. "Oh-hoh, my fucking god. Kats. What the hell are you doing?" You were teetering on the edge of hysterics now.

"What do you mean? I'm doing what you want me to do. You don't want me. You want to leave. So, I'm doing what you want. I'm ... letting you go." He spread his arms out like it was his magnum opus. The last grand gesture he could afford you. "It's not like it's the first time we've both fucked someone else. Or the second time. And it definitely won't be the last."

You stared at him. "Are you - are you fucking kidding me? Katsuki, I just told you that I wanted to work on things. I just told you that I wanted to be with you. THIS MORNING! And you fuck ... you fuck ... Deku ... in your office? Are you serious right now?" You shook your head in disbelief. "I don't understand. I don't fucking understand what you're doing."

"I'm doing what you asked me to do. You wanted to go. So, I'm letting you go. You want to fuck Deku? Go ahead. He's a good lay. I know you've fucked him before. I know you've fucked a lot of people. So, go. Go ahead. Go fuck whoever the hell you want." He shrugged. "I don't care. I don't fucking care, y/n. I let you go a long time ago."

Your eyes started to invountarily blink ... violently. You felt the tears burning behind your eyes. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. But you knew that you had to leave. You had to get out of here before you lost your mind.

"You're a fucking asshole, Katsuki. You're a fucking asshole." You spat at him as you turned and walked out of his office.

He didn't say anything. He didn't chase after you. He didn't even try to stop you. He just stood there, naked from the waist down, looking out the window at the city below.

You couldn't believe what had just happened. You couldn't believe that Katsuki was so ... willing to let you go. Even after you told him that you wanted to be with him. Even after you told him that you wanted to stay in the city.

You felt your heart breaking as you walked out of his agency. You felt your world crumbling around you as you made your way back to the apartment. You knew that you couldn't stay here anymore. You couldn't live here. You couldn't be in the same city as Katsuki after what he'd done.

You couldn't believe that you'd wasted so much time trying to fix something that was broken beyond repair. You couldn't believe that you'd wasted so much time trying to make it work with someone who clearly didn't want you anymore.

And as you packed up the rest of your things and left for your new life, you realized that Katsuki Bakugo had finally done it. He'd finally managed to break your heart so badly that you couldn't fix it. So, you left.

You had to start over somewhere new.

But you knew that you would never be able to forget him. You would never be able to forget what he'd done to you. And you would never forgive him for it.

You were done.

It was over.

Forever.

For real.

Katsuki stared out the window at the city below him. He knew that he had fucked up. He knew that he had pushed you away. But he couldn't let himself get hurt again. Not by you. Not by anyone.

He hadn't meant to fuck Deku. He hadn't meant to make you so angry. He hadn't meant to get caught. But he couldn't stop himself from doing it. He couldn't stop himself from pushing you away. He couldn't stop himself from hurting you.

He knew that he was an asshole. He knew that he had fucked up. But he didn't know how to fix it. He didn't know how to get you back. And he knew that he couldn't change the past. He couldn't change what he'd done to you.

So, he decided that he was going to do the one thing he should have done in the first place. He was going to let you go. He was going to let you leave the city and start over somewhere else.

He knew that it was the right thing to do. He knew that you deserved to be happy. And he couldn't give you that. Not anymore.

"Hey, man. I'm - I just -" Deku started.

Katsuki cut him off, "Don't worry about it. It's fine. You're fine. We're fine." He smiled at him. "Don't worry about it, Nerd. I'm gonna let y/n go. She's not coming back." He said, swallowing the lump in his throat. "She deserves to be happy. And I can't give that to her. Not now. Probably not ever, as it stands."

Deku looked at him, his eyes filled with sadness. "Oh, Kats. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things worse for you two. I'm sorry."

Katsuki shook his head. "Wasn't anythin' you did, ok? Jus' drop it. 'S done's done." He sighed and turned back to the window. "You ready to go, then? Let's get outta here. I could use a drink or 10." He forced a chuckle.

Deku nodded and grabbed his coat. "Yeah, sounds good. Let's go."

The two of them headed out of the building and walked down the street, Katsuki looking over his shoulder at the building one last time. He knew that he had done the right thing. He knew that he had made the right decision.

But he couldn't help but feel like he had lost the one thing that truly mattered to him. And he didn't know how he was going to live with that. He didn't know how he was going to get over you.

But he knew that he had to try and move on.

He had to try to let you go, even though you were already gone.

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OLAT Drabbles - Field Trip Day

Ch. 5 - Buses, Banthas, and Blurrg Series Masterlist Summary: Din’s POV of that fateful adventure at the zoo.

Notes: Okay, so this turned out to be a lot longer than a drabble. Initially, I was just going to write about the Blurrg show and the bus ride, but then I kept thinking about the rest of the chapter and wanted to see it all from Din's POV! So here we are! Technically no one requested this one... Except for ME! 😂 I do have everyone's requests noted and am writing them all, but I gotta follow where the motivation goes, y'know? I hope you all enjoy this one, I had an absolute blast writing it! Let me know what you thought!

I am so sorry ch.14 isn't out yet. I swear to you it's almost ready. I've been working on that one and on ch.4 of Latch, along with a spooky oneshot (unrelated to either story lol) that I wanted to have ready when October rolled around. I promise they're all coming soon! Thank you for your patience!

So much love to each and every one of you! Taglists under the cut as always; let me know if you'd like to be added or removed! ❤️

“Papa!! Wake up, wake up!”

Din groaned as he was taken out of sleep by a weight jumping up and down on his legs.

“... Grogu?”

At the sound of his name, Grogu pounced onto his stomach, eliciting a sharp grunt from Din’s throat.

“It’s field trip day, Papa! We’re going to the zoo!”

“That’s right, pal,” Din said with a sleepy smile, “but it’s still too early. See?” He pointed to the clock on his bedside table. They weren’t due to leave for school for three more hours. Grogu’s ears drooped down.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry I woke you up too early.”

“No, it’s okay, don’t worry.” Din reached up and patted Grogu’s wrinkly little head. “I know you’ve been looking forward to this.”

Grogu smiled and climbed up higher, nuzzling under Din’s chin. Din chuckled as the tiny hairs on Grogu’s head tickled his neck and settled in with an arm wrapped around the little bundle.

“Which animal are you most eager to see?”

Grogu was silent for a moment, undoubtedly giving great thought to his answer.

“All of them! We learned about a lot of them at school, but Miss said there would be even more when we get there!”

Din hummed.

“That’ll be nice. You looking forward to spending the day with your friends?”

“Uh huh!” Grogu raised his head to look into his father’s eyes. “And I’m excited to spend time with Miss!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Aren’t you excited to see her, Papa?”

Din’s brows shot up. His mind briefly revisited his last interaction with you: shamelessly trying to one-up your teasing game during that last check-in. He mentally groaned; what if this ended up being the most awkward of days? He stared into Grogu’s large, curious brown eyes.

He couldn’t lie to himself. Despite his anxieties surrounding the reality of the situation, his mind was more focused on the alternate path: one in which you were still willing to play this little game with him. One in which he got to see that fire in your eyes again. One in which he’d get to call you ‘Missy’ again and see that stunning look on your face. His lips pulled into a small grin.

“... Yeah. I am. It’ll be fun.”

~~~~

After parking the speeder bike in the lot, Din helped Grogu dismount before swinging his shoulder bag across his body. Grogu waddled a few feet ahead of him as they made their way to the classroom. Unlike on regular days, when you’d be waiting for the children by the gate, you asked that they be escorted directly to the classroom.

Even though Din had stepped beyond the front gate before, it was a surreal feeling. Usually you would be walking just in front of him, steps confident and deliberate. And it was usually during the afternoon. The cold, cloudy morning he was currently walking through with his son at his side was setting a different mood for this experience with you.

It seemed even stranger walking into the classroom and seeing it filled with children. Watching Grogu hang his bag on a hook by the door before running off to where you sat on the carpet had Din feeling as though he were witnessing something forbidden. Something private, reserved only for you and the kids. He wasn’t sure whether to feel awkward or honored.

But damn, did he feel lucky.

You commanded the room with such grace and ease; it was like meeting a whole new you. One whose existence was present when you were with him, but not in its full capacity. It was almost magical seeing your interactions with the children, as if this was your predetermined purpose in the galaxy. You were glowing, your smile so bright and infectious — Din couldn’t look away. You already fascinated him in so many ways; he only found more wonder, more aspects of you he wanted to know about, every time he saw you.

When the time came to divide the class into groups, you beckoned him and the other chaperones over. Din was used to the children of this school staring at him, but this was a much more concentrated audience. Glancing over and seeing Grogu’s proud expression had Din grinning under his helmet, his uneasiness disappearing as quickly as it had settled in.

He listened as you introduced the other chaperones and gave them their group assignments. When you turned to him with that same mischievous glint in your eye from the other day, the wind was nearly knocked out of his lungs.

He loved that look on you.

“Now, since you implied you’d have no trouble today, I figured you wouldn’t mind taking on one of my groups of four.”

You handed off a paper and shoved him towards the group, not giving him any room to respond. Din blinked away the shock and took in his list, which thankfully included his own little traveler.

Looks like he at least got his answer — game on, Missy.

He turned when you called the room to attention once more with a clapping trick. The children voted to play a song, so as instructed Din took a seat with the other chaperones while you set them up. He leaned forward in the tiny chair and rested his elbows on his thighs in an attempt to get somewhat comfortable.

The appearance of your guitar was surprising; very rarely does someone learn an instrument without being part of some kind of group or Cantina band. He was even more surprised when you began to strum it with such grace and skill, like you’d done it all your life. The children sat in front of you, facing their small audience while you cued them into the song.

It was a sweet little tune about loyalty and friendship, being there should someone need you. A very fitting theme for you, Din thought to himself. He caught Grogu’s gaze and gave him a thumbs up. The grin on his little face was unbeatable; Din hadn’t seen it that wide in quite some time.

And then there was yours.

Something changed in your face when you looked at the children. You couldn’t even see their faces, but it looked as though they were giving you the best news of your life. You looked so happy, so at peace. So proud. Once again, he couldn’t look away.

You looked up at the other chaperones before your eyes halted on him. There was nothing but pure joy in that lovely gaze of yours. A small smile made its way onto his face. What a beautiful sight. You looked away after a moment, a small blush glowing on your cheeks. Your little sheepish grin had Din reeling; for the first time, he thought he found someone who was just as cute as Grogu.

As the song wrapped up he clapped with the other chaperones — and Gila, who somehow appeared at the door — while the children took a bow.

“Perfect timing kids, the bus is here!”

~~~~

“Papa, will you be okay if I sit with my friends?”

Din helped Grogu replace his backpack onto his back before letting out a small chuckle.

“Sure, pal. You sit wherever you want.”

Grogu cheered and headed out the door to follow the rest of the class to the buses with Din on his heels.

After watching Grogu settle into a seat next to a young Wookie, he glanced around the crowded bus; children took up most of the seating with the two other chaperones sprinkled into the mix. Din took the first open spot near the front, settling next to the window.

You popped through the door a few moments later, eyes scanning the full bus before landing on the spot next to him. He looked through the corner of his eye, wondering what your next move would be. His shoulders relaxed when you smiled.

“This seat taken?”

He shook his head. “Grogu wanted to sit with his friends.”

You sat down with a chuckle. He couldn’t help feeling bad as your leg brushed up against his; was he taking up too much of the seat? He chanced a glance — you seemed comfortable. Hopefully you’d say something if that wasn’t the case. He turned his gaze back to the front of the bus as it took off down the mildly bumpy road.

The chatter of the bus kept his mind buzzing just enough to stay alert, but not so much that it annoyed him. The silence surrounding you was so stark in comparison; it had him feeling almost trapped in. He wanted to break it somehow, but no words were coming to mind.

He thought back to the last check-in he had with you. The way your hand felt in his when he pulled you in — it did something to him. He wanted to keep holding on. He wanted to see how wide he could get your eyes to go.

He let out a shallow breath through his nose. He really shouldn’t be thinking about you like this. And yet, he didn’t want to stop.

His mind continued to wander, only somewhat against his will, and settled on the look you had on your face while the children sang. It was so beautiful, like sunrays breaking through a collection of heavy clouds. Radiant, and chilling. It suited you.

“The song...“ he breathed, voice quiet to keep from startling you, “it was… nice.”

By the Maker, had he completely forgotten how to speak in the last hour?

“I’m glad you liked it.”

Your voice was clear and uplifting; he turned towards you.

“I don’t think I’ve heard it before.”

“I learned it long ago. I actually forgot about it until recently, and I realized it might be a good one to teach the kids. It’s easy enough for them to learn, and I’m using it to teach them about friendship and loyalty.”

“That’s pretty smart.”

And he meant it. That definitely wasn’t something he would’ve thought to do. Getting a glimpse into your creative process made him even more curious about you.

The two of you let silence fill in once more, this one only slightly less comfortable than the last. Din wanted to ask more questions and feed this impossibly hungry sense of wonder he had for you, but he didn’t know where to start.

“So-”

“Um-”

You both laughed.

“You go ahead,” he said with a chuckle.

“No, no, please go on.”

“Miss-”

“I insist,” you said, a tone of finality finishing the word. You looked at him through your lashes. He sighed; when was the last time he was so willing to concede for someone like this?

“I was just going to ask how long you’ve played guitar?”

He was at attention, shifting just a bit to get a better view of you as you talked about learning that song for the children, that it was the only song you could play.

“It looked difficult. How long did it take to learn?”

Your brow scrunched in thought. “Maybe a few weeks? A month? I wanted to know it in time for them to learn it for Open House, so I practiced a lot.”

That shocked him a bit. It had to have been stressful for you, to feel like you had a strict deadline to learn a whole new skill like that. Yet here you were, having done all that without batting an eye. He tilted his head.

“All that for them, huh?

“Of course.”

You said it like it was a no-brainer. Like it was perfectly obvious and normal to do such a thing. And maybe that was true; as Din thought about it more, it became clear — he most definitely would’ve done the same for his kid. That enthusiasm was just multiplied by fourteen for you. He nodded and decided to change the subject.

“So then, what were you going to say?”

You smiled at him before leaning in a bit closer.

“Do you have any musical experience?”

He scoffed.

“Trust me. It’s better for the whole galaxy that I stay away from things like that.”

You laughed.

From there the two of you carried on, moving from topic to topic with ease. Din couldn’t hold back the grin spreading across his face; this was the first time he felt as though he was talking to the full version of you, and not just your teacher side. He liked who he saw: someone who was funny, energetic, with a lot of smart and witty things to say. So many things he lacked.

He was so lost in your words and presence that he didn’t notice the bus halting. It took you pointing out the zoo beyond the window for him to remember where he was, and that the destination had been reached.

“Wow, that was quick.” you said as you gathered your things. Din followed suit and picked up his bag.

He was disappointed. Getting invested in a conversation like that had never happened to him before, and he wasn’t ready for it to end. The two of you had re-entered the real world with such speed, it gave him mental whiplash.

He turned to see you eyeing him with that devilish grin.

“You ready for this?”

“Bring it on,” he said, making sure to accentuate each word.

Something flashed in your eyes before you stood to get the children’s attention. It stuck in his mind, whatever it was. He hoped it was good.

~~~~

“Okay kids, who wants to feed the Banthas?”

The children cheered as the zookeeper led them into the Bantha enclosure, the adults tailing closely behind. Once inside the groups split up to tend to the multiple Banthas that were grazing in the vast enclosure.

Din led his set of four kids to a lone Bantha. The keeper gave them each a handful of treats and they took turns feeding the creature. Din walked up and gently stroked its head. It chewed up its treats with gratitude while the children marveled at it.

Grogu was especially enamored with it. He looked into its large, wide-set eyes as he held out the food, and watched with fascination as its giant tongue licked them all up in one fell swoop. He looked up at Din with a heart-melting grin.

“Did you see that, Papa? His tongue was so big!”

“Yeah, kid, he almost swallowed you up with the treats.”

The kids laughed. Din grinned at the sight before looking back up at the Bantha, memories of Mos Pelgo gracing his conscience once more.

A Bantha had saved his life, and so many others, that day. He gave some extra scratches to the beast’s head, hoping that would somehow convey his gratitude.

After feeding the Banthas, the group settled at some picnic benches for lunch. Din walked over to where Grogu sat and handed off his little pail. He was a bit concerned when you pulled him aside.

“So I’ve made arrangements for you to have lunch in a private area, if you’d like. And you’re welcome to bring Grogu with you.”

Din’s brows shot up.

“It’s indoors and completely secluded so you won’t have to worry about any peering eyes.”

You really had thought of every last detail. He was already prepared to go without lunch, to just wait until after the trip to eat, but you apparently had different plans.

He didn’t know what to think. He wanted to respond, but no words came to mind. Had there ever been a time when someone who wasn’t a Mandalorian took his creed as seriously as him without question? Showed this much consideration for it? Aside from Omera, he could think of no one.

“I hope that was alright — I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable and-”

Your smile dropped just a bit as you spoke. Din held up a hand to you. He wasn’t about to let you think this was a bad reaction.

“Thank you. That’s…” he paused and looked into your eyes. Your big, bright, considerate eyes.

“That’s incredibly thoughtful of you.”

After you pointed the way and assured him that you’d look after his group, he made his way to the building in question. He was led to a small room with a table and a couple chairs, a small, foggy window looking out to the benches where the class sat.

Din took a seat and retrieved some snacks from his bag. He hadn’t packed much, and didn’t care to buy any overpriced meals from the vendors outside.

But this — along with your incredible kindness — would be plenty to get him through the day.

~~~~

“May I?”

You nodded, eyes wide. Din sat next to you on the bench, joining in the conversation with the other chaperones after finishing his lunch. The small pressure of your leg pressing against his sent a shiver down his spine, but he didn’t pull away. In fact, he leaned into it. Just a bit.

Just enough to make you notice.

The four of you were making small talk about the creatures you’d seen so far and what was left to look at. You were a bit quieter than usual. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye; your face was pointed downward while you munched on your food.

He wondered what you were thinking about.

Din glanced down to the other end of the bench, where Grogu sat with his little friends, eating a small handful of berries. Flashbacks to packing his lunch that morning momentarily entered his mind, having Grogu pick which healthy snacks he wanted before he could pick which little treat to pair them with. He grinned.

When everyone finished up, you stood and announced the next activity.

“Okay everybody, are we ready for our next activity? Because it’s time for the Blurrg show!”

Din’s eyes were about to bulge out of his head. He looked up at you, hoping his invisible confusion would still reach you when you looked at him.

Had you done this on purpose? After what he said about Blurrg? Was this part of the game?

“The what?” he asked when you sat back down.

“The Blurrg show, of course,” you said with a little shrug. “It was on the sheet I gave you.”

Din ripped the blue paper out of his pocket and scanned it. Sure enough, there it was, right under lunchtime:

‘Live Blurrg Show.’

He mentally groaned and recast his gaze on you.

“I have a feeling you have other motives for scheduling this show today, Miss.”

“Why, I’d never!” you put a hand to your chest with the fakest frown Din had ever seen. He glared at you through his visor. If you weren’t so cute…

“Plus, you know, it’s not in a bounty hunter’s nature to miss a detail like that.”

Oh, that was it. A great jab at him, but you better watch yourself, Din thought. That intelligent wit of yours could lead to something… dangerous.

Din leaned in closer to your giggling face, holding your gaze and putting as much menacing, yet playful, energy into his next words.

“Oh, it is on.”

~~~~

Din sat still on the bench while the zookeeper showed off a massive Blurrg. It flopped this way and that against the reins the keeper was holding, its large eyes peering out into the auditorium. Din could’ve sworn it made perfect eye contact with him at least twice.

Maybe they’re related, he thought as he remembered the one that tossed him around like a rag doll while he was learning to ride with Kuiil.

The keeper said that this particular Blurrg was being trained to give rides. Din glared at it. Was that even possible? If he had to just climb on and hope for the best, so should everyone else.

“Alrighty now, for this next bit I’m going to need two adult volunteers from the audience!”

Din chuckled when the kids complained. ‘Good luck to whoever he picks,’ he thought to himself. ‘It’ll be nice to be a spectator this time.’

“How about you, good sir?”

Din looked up to see the keeper pointing at him with a grin. His jaw dropped under the helmet.

‘You’ve got to be kriffing kidding me.’

“And you, young lady!”

Din looked over to see him pointing at you. You grinned and got up, motioning for him to follow you. He shook his head and stayed firmly planted. You gestured at the kids before urging him on again, the slightest little pout adorning your features.

Damn you.

He shook his head again with a sigh and followed you onto the stage.

“Are we really doing this?” he whispered to you.

“Hm, I guess you could go sit back down if you really don’t want to, but just look at Grogu’s face.”

The two of you looked out to where Grogu sat in the front row. Din sighed at the sight of that huge, adorable, irresistible grin. His mind thought back to his last conversation with you; along with making Grogu happy, going through with this also meant giving you one of those experiences you didn’t have yet. Despite the circumstances of the situation, he wanted that for you. He whipped his head back to the Blurrg with a huff.

“Fine.”

“Let’s have you go first, good chap!”

The keeper motioned for Din to come forward before forcing him up with a gentle shove. He glanced back to you, smirking away in the corner, before slowly walking up to the Blurrg.

“Easy,” he said, hands open in front of him. The Blurrg grunted at him before settling down. Din continued a slow approach with bated breath, bending down to pick up the reins and look the creature in the eye.

“That’s it,” he cooed, “nice and easy.”

He stood up and moved over to the Blurrg’s side. After getting into position, he hoisted himself up onto its back.

No more than five seconds later did the beast cry out and start thrashing. Din held tight to the reins and let it parade him around before trying to reel it in.

“Woah!” he called. The Blurrg was not having it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Din’s grip slipped and with a grunt he unceremoniously flopped onto the stage.

“Are you okay?” he heard you ask.

“Yeah, yeah,” Din sat up and leaned on his hands. He sighed. There was a dull ache pressing into his side; that thing wasn’t as rough with him as the last one, but it was still a powerful creature.

“Good luck,” he said, looking back to you. “Looks like it’s your turn.”

Din stayed put and watched you approach the Blurrg, your wide-eyed expression betraying your nerves.

The Blurrg was fixated on every little movement you made. Each one was slow and deliberate, careful not to provoke it. Din was surprised when you moved up to pet its head, that lovely smile returning to your face for a moment. You were taking deep breath after deep breath while you stood to mount the beast.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted the same thing to happen to you. The game aside, he was worried you’d get hurt if it threw you off; you didn’t have a protective layer of beskar, after all. He sat up more, preparing himself for the possibility of needing to catch you.

You gently patted the spine before mounting it. Din held his breath as the Blurrg released a sound. But aside from a little adjustment shake, it did nothing.

“Would ya look at that!” the keeper called.

Dank. Fucking. Farrick. Was there no being in this galaxy that didn’t immediately adore you?

Din’s contempt for the creature quickly replaced his concern for you once more as he watched you make a victory lap around the stage. But it was hard to stay mad when that grin lit up your face like that.

Hard, but not impossible.

When you guided the beast over to him, that grin suddenly becoming cheeky, his drive returned.

“Need a hand?”

“Nicely done,” he said while he took your offered hand.

“Thank you!”

Din smiled. That sounded genuine, like you were happy that he was praising you.

“From what you were doing, I was under the impression this would be difficult.”

His smile faded. His glare returned. The audacity you had, he’d never understand.

But he liked it.

He squeezed your hand and pulled you closer to him. Not so much that you’d fall off, but enough for him to whisper.

“You win this round, Missy. I’ll get you next time.”

He reveled in the sweet vindication that came with seeing your snarky grin drop. Not just because he’d gotten you, but because of the return of that beautiful blush, the lidded eyes, the parted lips. As if you enjoyed whatever that statement did to you. He smirked. That look was addicting.

When the keeper came into sight, Din dropped your hand. He came and stood by the Blurrg while you received your prize and well-deserved applause.

He grinned. Next time… whenever that might be, he was looking forward to it.

~~~~

“Miss, Miss! Can we go in there?”

The groups had split up so that the kids could see what they wanted the most. One of the children came up on behalf of his classmates to ask, all of whom barged right into the building in question when you nodded.

Din stood by the door while you followed the children to the front of the viewing platform. His attention was caught when the zookeeper revealed that Mudhorns lived in this enclosure.

Flashbacks of that battle for the egg, the one during which Grogu first revealed his abilities to Din, came rushing back.

Din, who had been alone for so long, unable to trust anyone else his well being, was saved by a little child who wasn’t concerned with the concept of enemies or allies. He only knew life or death. And he chose to help Din keep his life.

He took a deep breath. Who knew they’d be standing here today as they were.

He looked down when Grogu ran over, scooping him up once he was within reach.

“Papa, it’s like the other one!” Grogu whispered.

“That’s right, pal.”

“That’s when you became my papa!”

“And that’s when you became my foundling,” Din said, smiling.

He held Grogu in a small embrace, exchanging a few more words and patting his head before setting him down to run back to his classmates. When he rejoined the group, Din took in the sight:

You were standing just behind them, and they were all marveling at the creatures below. The mother and baby in the enclosure were nuzzled together, oblivious to their audience. Your face was concentrated, as if you were trying to commit every single word the zookeeper was saying to memory. Din grinned. Until now he hadn’t bothered to think about, let alone learn about, the creature that now signified his clan.

That look on your face, though… something about it made him want to change that. And this moment seemed like a good place to begin.

Din came to stand beside you and took a better look at the creatures, listening to the last leg of the keeper’s presentation. The baby Mudhorn was attempting to stand on its own, but fumbling whenever it seemed to have some footing. You and the children laughed.

The baby made one more attempt, but this time it sneezed itself off its feet. Din couldn’t help chuckling at the display. It reminded him of Grogu.

He felt your eyes on him. He hesitated for a second before looking your way. Your smile was so infectious, it had him smiling back, even though you couldn’t see it. To compensate, he shifted his weight closer to you and gave you a tilt of the head. There was something in the way you were looking at him, a sense of sweetness that he couldn’t identify, but was immediately drawn to. Your cheeks were pink once more.

This must’ve been the longest time he’s been able to stare into your eyes. And he was lucky enough to be this close to do it. You seemed freer, more willing to look at him with this mysterious energy. When you looked away he stayed put, still absorbing the complexity of your gaze.

He couldn’t help wanting more of those eyes.

~~~~

The eight children eventually needed some rest, prompting the two of you to stop in a little play area. They hung around and had their snacks while Din sat with you on a nearby bench. He was touched by your thoughtfulness once more when you asked if he needed a water break, even going as far as to offer a tiny partition to use. He chuckled; you truly were prepared for anything today. He eyed your giant backpack.

“Just how much did you pack in there?”

“I literally have anything you can think of in here. Go ahead, name something!” you said it with such pride, he had to test it.

“Okay… Bachta pack.”

You ruffled around and pulled out a first aid kit, complete with all the basic healing materials.

“Hm… a wrench?”

You dove back in and resurfaced with a small toolbox. He chuckled.

“Alright then,” he crossed his arms, “A weapon.”

“Mini blaster’s on my hip, and right here... “ you opened up the pack and showed him a small opening near the top, “... is my trusty little dagger.”

He laughed. Now he was determined to see just how much else you’d brought. He kept naming random item after random item, getting more shocked each time you successfully pulled something out.

“Okay, that’s something else.”

“Ah,” you wagged your finger at him, “but only someone who is just as prepared, or was at one point, would be able to name all those things so quickly.”

He searched his mind for a retort, but you were right. He gave a tiny shrug when he came up empty.

“Fair enough,” he said with a chuckle.

When you all set off once more, it wasn’t long before the cloudy sky gave way to rain. Din reached for Grogu and shielded him with his cape while you and the other children laughed at the predicament. You reached into your bag.

“KIds, come around please!”

Din tilted his head.

“There’s no way.”

You smirked at him.

“Haven’t you learned by now, Mr. Djarin?”

With that you opened up a large tarp. His jaw dropped. Just how much could you fit into that bag? How were your shoulders putting up with all that weight? He put Grogu down under the tarp and wrung out his cape.

“How?”

You shrugged. “Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it, right?”

He shook his head with a grin. He wasn’t sure whether it was the sudden change in temperature or your fascinating confidence in the smallest of things that had him suddenly swooning.

Din glanced at the group of children huddling around your legs, crowding the space under the tarp. Given his other forms of protection, he elected to stay out so as to give you and the kids as much room as possible. He started looking around for any possible shelter.

“Come on, there’s room in here for you!” you called.

“That’s alright,” he said with a shake of his head. You did not look amused.

“Really now?”

He didn’t expect you to grab onto him like you did. His muscles stiffened under your touch, his eyes glued to where your little hand was wrapped around his bicep.

His mind began to swim. His eyes flicked between your face — mere inches from his helmet — and your hand.

You were close.

Very close.

So. Close.

Was this too close? Or not close enough?

“Your flight suit is completely soaked through,” you rubbed the fabric between your fingers, making Din gulp. “Let’s not increase the risk of you getting sick, okay?”

He couldn’t answer you. His brain was fried. It felt as though he’d forgotten how to function. He tried to shake himself out of it after a moment to help you locate a shelter for the group.

He spotted an enclosure after some searching and you all made your way toward it, one shuffled step at a time.

The tarp must’ve been heavy on its own; it was huge, after all. And the added weight of the water wasn’t helping. Your grip floundered every now and then. When Din looked at your arm, he could see your muscles struggling to keep it upright through your shirt.

“Here, let me help.”

He gently reached over your elbow and wrapped his hand around yours to take on some of the weight. The tarp straightened out and stayed put. This action pulled you in closer to him — something he hadn’t thought through. Every now and then your arm brushed against his side, making his heart thump a bit faster.

“T-thank you.”

It was barely above a whisper. A flutter moved around his heart. He stole a glance at you. Your eyes were cast downward, lips pulled in like you were biting on them. A strange sense of comfort came from the fact that you were reacting in similar ways to him.

When the group reached the awning of the building, you ushered everyone inside. Din stayed put, still clenching the tarp and your hand.

“I’ll be right behind you, I just need to put this away.”

“Okay,” he said.

But he wasn’t quite ready to give up this proximity to you. It was clear you weren’t accustomed to receiving help; something inside him enjoyed providing it for you. And he didn’t want to stop.

Plus, standing this close to you felt… right.

He pushed the thought aside and gave your hand a squeeze before heading in after the children.

The aquatic exhibit was dark, allowing the reflections of the water to bounce around the walls and onto spectators, giving the illusion of being underwater. He followed where the little ones went, watching them press their faces up to the glass, and letting them know not to knock on it.

He stood behind the children and watched various creatures swim by. He didn’t know too much about these; there were only a few instances in which he had to fend for himself in an aquatic setting.

He suddenly sensed a pair of eyes. Your eyes.

Were you staring at him? He bit down a smirk, trying not to get ahead of himself. He looked towards you, and you stumbled a bit on your feet before shaking it off and leading the kids to the next part of the exhibit.

He grinned; you were definitely staring.

The group looked at creature after creature, some living in different climates than others, which affected the appearance of their environment. Din was impressed at the diversity; they had creatures from most of the major water planets on display.

You all eventually came upon a large tunnel, which provided a three-sixty experience of looking at the creatures. Din walked behind you and the kids, glancing about to make sure all eight of them were still with you.

He stilled when he saw your face.

You were looking all about, turning around as you walked to get a full view of the creatures surrounding the walkway. Your smile was brilliant, complimenting the almost childlike wonder dancing about in your eyes. The water reflected off your features, casting its glow upon your presence. You turned to the side and gently raised your hand to rest it against the glass as a creature swam up to your face. Din was sure he saw you mouth the word ‘hello’ to it.

You were breathtaking.

He couldn’t help staring. And he couldn’t help smiling. Unlike that look you had on your face while the children were singing, this glee was entirely for you. It was a moment entirely for yourself. He was fortunate to be witnessing it.

Had he ever known anyone who held onto a moment in time so tenderly like this? You seemed so carefree, so jovial and alive in this tiny instance, taking in as much as you could. You were so in it that you never even noticed him watching.

Din wanted to stay in that moment with you, if only to see that luminescent smile for just a bit longer.

~~~~

“Papa! It’s the Mudhorn!”

Grogu picked up a plush from the shelf and turned to show it to Din.

“Can we take it home?”

Din tilted his helmet at him.

“Grogu, you have a lot of toys at home already.”

“But Papa,” he pouted, “I don’t have a Mudhorn! And the Mudhorn is our family.”

He sighed. Grogu was very adamant about plushes, but this time he did have a valid point. Mudhorn plushes were not easy to come by. Din patted his head and nodded, causing Grogu to let out a cheer.

The duo walked around while the rest of Din’s group finished looking at the little shop. He glanced about and noticed you on the way out with your younglings.

“Okay kids, two more minutes.”

After they had their fill, Din purchased the Mudhorn plush and placed it in his bag while leading his kids back to your group. The rain had stopped just in time for the two of you to bring the kids back to the bus.

You met up with the other groups at the entrance and made your way through the exit. You reached into your bag and pulled out a clipboard, running to the front of the bus to ensure everyone was accounted for as they got on.

Din ended up in the front with you once more on the ride back. The bus was quieter this time, with most of the children napping away the weariness that came with their long excursion. He took the opportunity to relax a bit as well, sliding down enough for his helmet to rest on the back of the seat. He rested his eyes for a bit.

“I must say,” your quiet voice came. Din sat up. “You were very good with the children today.”

He smirked, turning his head to look at you.

“Did you doubt me?”

“Of course not,” you said with a laugh, “but with how you acted when I told you about being a chaperone, I couldn’t help assuming you were nervous.”

Din thought back to that conversation again. If only you knew, he thought. If only you knew just how little he thought about it before volunteering. You’d probably laugh, that sweet little giggle you did when you heard something silly. Din smiled as he imagined it.

It fell a moment later when he considered his reality once more. What was it about you that pulled on him so strongly? It seemed as though your mystery grew with every new thing he learned. And his thirst for more was confusing; it was a sensation he’d never felt before.

And he liked it.

That was probably the hardest part of this whole thing. It was surely inappropriate for anything to happen between the two of you while you were teaching Grogu. But he couldn’t help himself. Ever since that last check-in, the mere thought of you brought out these parts of him, parts that liked pushing your buttons, and talking with you about random subjects, and learning more about what made you who you were.

He’d never met anyone like you before. And he was not about to let you go. Not unless you asked him to. As wrong as it was, you were a risk he wanted to take, your affect on him a puzzle he wanted to solve.

The question became, did you want the same thing?

“Regardless of how I feel, I don’t back away from challenges.”

“Is that so?” you asked, voice soft and fuzzy. He nodded.

“That’s very admirable.”

You sounded sleepy. Din smiled; it was cute.

“And you? I assume you’re also the type to not back down?”

He stared into your eyes, hoping it would help hint at what he really wanted to ask you. There had to be a mutual connection — he could feel it. This would help him confirm that.

Something about your gaze was on fire, despite the obvious fatigue weighing you down. You tilted your head just a bit, as if you were trying to find his eyes.

“That’s right.”

It was soft, almost a whisper, yet it conveyed a sense of finality, of truth. A strange tingle of relief made its way through his veins. Din smiled, unable to look away from those eyes.

Eventually he did, if only to let you sleep. You leaned your head back and gently shut your eyes. Din returned to his previous position.

The bus hummed along the highway, passing an array of speeders on the way.

Just as Din was about to dip into unconsciousness, a press in his shoulder had him raising his head.

Your head had fallen onto his pauldron. He took a moment to look at your expression; Your brows were slightly creased, lips parted the tiniest bit. Your shoulders gently rose and fell with your even breathing. It was a mesmerizing sight.

After a moment he snapped himself out — your head would be killing you when you woke up if you stayed like that. He weighed his options.

He could take off his pauldron. But that would risk waking you up, and he was certain you wouldn’t rest your head on him if invited to do so. He could already see your reddening face as you realize what happened. Let’s save that fun for when we get back, he thought. He glanced back at you, wondering how to best keep from disturbing your well-deserved slumber.

His brow rose as an idea came to mind; he slowly shifted his hand back until it grabbed his cape, which was thankfully draped on his side closest to you. He pulled it forward and with his other hand, he reached over and lifted your head as gently as possible. Just enough to slip the cape underneath.

It wasn’t the best cushion, but it was better than nothing.

He set your head back down, slouching down a bit more to give you better access. He bit his lip when you stirred; you let out a little sigh and nuzzled into his cape.

He chuckled. What were you dreaming about, he wondered.

He tilted his head back once more and rested his eyes, letting your presence on his shoulder ground him in place.

****

Grogu on Din's stomach that morning:

"WAKE UP PAPA WE'RE GOING TO THE ZOO"

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My sweet angel—a huge congratulations on your well deserved milestone, you talented little beauty! 🥂 I adore you! Thankful for you and the love and support you shower my gremlin self with and can’t wait to read all the fab things you’re going to spoil us with ❤️

May I please request a lil somethin’ somethin’ with 34 & 37 from the angst section on prompt list 1 with any character of your choosing? 🥰 thank you!

Sending you lots of love and well wishes, sweet angel ❤️ foli xo

Foli darling! Okay, first of all, I'm so sorry to you & everyone for how late this is oh lord 😭 Thank you so so much for always supporting me & showing me endless kindness & love 🥺♥️ I'm very grateful to have you as a wonderful friend ♥️

That being said... Your request almost made my head pop 😂😭 as soon as I read it, I very much wanted to scream 😂 Everybody knows the angst kills me, but I was up for the challenge & I like how this turned out!

Disclaimer: it's been a long time since I've actually seen TGC & I kept it with as much info as I could remember, but this is very much an AU in which Jack doesn't betray Statesman. So if things seem off, just go with it lol

I hope this tickles your fancy & enjoy babes! ♥️

34: “I would’ve done anything for you.”

37: “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

Lie To Me (Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x f!Reader)

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, some anxious feelings

W/C: 1.9k

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Sitting on a cold, metal chair in a cold, metal room definitely was not in the game plan for today, yet, here you are. A sudden raid on the warehouse had everyone scattering like ants. Everyone was so scared and you couldn’t fully understand why. All of the work everyone was doing was for a good cause, right? Who would stop what you were trying to do?

Your tailbone begins to throb while you feel your neck getting stiff, your body is begging for you to stand and stretch out. The skin of your cheeks feel crusted with tear tracks from earlier, when you realized you had gotten separated from Jack and fell right into your captors’ arms. The thought of Jack somewhere, possibly hurt, is enough to bring tears to your eyes again.

A beeping heard from the other side of the door pulls you from your thoughts and you shift your head to look in its direction. The door swings open and an older man walks through, hair and beard of a dirty blonde hue looking quite disheveled. He doesn’t say a word, just walks through with two coffee cups in his hands and a file folder tucked underneath one arm. He sets the cups down, one in front of you, and uses his free hand to grab the folder and puts it down as well before he finally takes a seat across from you. All the while, you watch him move through your lashes.

“Hiya, darlin’,” he greets and you sneer at his tone. How dare he use a pet name in a situation like this? “Name’s Champagne, but I go by Champ.”

“Champagne?” You ask, puzzled by the name. “Is that your real name?”

“No.”

“Well, then what is it?”

“I’m afraid that’s classified, sugar.”

“Alright,” you scoff. “Then… Where am I?”

“Classified.”

“Where’s Jack?” You ask, a slight tremble in your voice, but the man across from you doesn’t answer and clearly has no intention of doing so. “Yeah okay,” you shake your head and lean back in your seat, the motion stinging your backside up to your spine. “My aunt said people would come after us. I guess she meant you.”

“Then you know who I am,” he smirks, as if he’s already pleased to hear whatever answer you’ve got for him.

“Yeah, you’re just another greedy government slave. If it weren’t for people like you trying to destroy people like me and the work we do, there would be no illness in the world. No cancer, not even the common cold.”

“Uh huh,” he nods, wiping his mouth and smoothing out his beard as he attempts to hide his grin underneath. “And exactly what kind of work is it that you do?”

“Obviously you don’t need me to tell you that since you and your people are the ones that brought me here because of my work,” you deflect harshly.

“Yes, you’re right,” he chuckles. “But do you know the project you were working on?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

At that, the man – Champagne – slides the file folder closer to him and, without breaking eye contact with you, opens it up to reveal photos with yellow sticky notes all over them, someone’s scribbly handwriting on each one. Champ looks down to spread out each photo in a row in front of you.

“Who is this woman?” He asks as he points to a picture of your red headed aunt. You sigh deeply and stay silent while you decide in your head whether or not to answer his question.

“My aunt Poppy,” you say quietly.

“Sorry sugar, you gotta speak up, these old man ears ain’t what they used to be.”

“My aunt Poppy,” you repeat loudly. “And I’m not your ‘sugar’.”

“Hm,” he smirks and looks behind him to the large and very obvious two way mirror along the wall. “She’s a feisty one,” he says to whoever is on the other side and turns back around to face you again. “And what are these?” He asks and points to a photo of the drones you were developing at the warehouse.

“Why are you asking me? You clearly know what we were up to,” you say as you feel your patience beginning to wear thin.

“Please, just answer the question,” Champ replies but you stare at him as intimidating as you can, hoping to let on that you have no intention of answering. “If you tell me, I’ll let you see Jack.”

Your eyes go wide despite your best efforts and your heart starts racing faster than before. All you want – all you need – is to see Jack. You reluctantly accept your fate: whatever happens now, you’re in the enemy’s hands and fighting them wouldn’t do much good for you now, especially when you have the chance to see Jack and make sure he’s okay. You uncross your arms and take a deep breath.

“They’re medicinal drones,” you finally reply.

“And what is their purpose?”

“We were…” You pause, afraid to go any further, but your desire to see Jack in one piece forces the words out of your mouth. “We were supposed to send them up in the sky over parts of the world. My aunt has been working on a special medicine that can cure any ailment.”

“Is that what she told you?” Champ chuckles and you look up at him with furrowed brows. “Don’t you know who Poppy Adams is?”

“What do you mean?” You wonder where the man is going with this.

“Does ‘The Golden Circle’ ring any bells?” He asks and you shake your head no. “It doesn’t? So you’re telling me you had no idea your dear ol’ auntie is the CEO of this cartel?”

“What?” You feel your heart sink into your stomach. Cartel? “What are you talking about?”

“We have it on good authority that, Poppy – your aunt – had this well thought out plan to eliminate all drug users, causing mania throughout the world, and she was going to use these drones with her ‘special medicine’ to demand things from our president.”

“Wait… I-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you place your face in your hands as you feel the anxiety course through your whole body. “Sh-she wouldn’t, not Poppy,” you bite back a sob, hoping to keep calm until you physically cannot anymore.

“I’m afraid she would, honey.”

“I need to see Jack,” you look up at Champ. “You told me I would be able to see him.”

“That I did,” he nods and sighs deeply, then moves to pull his cellphone out of the front pocket of his jeans. He dials a number quickly and you can hear a woman’s voice on the other end. “Yeah, bring him in.”

He hangs up and places his phone back in his pocket and you just sit there in silence together, your fast pacing heart the only sound filling your ears. Mere minutes pass by, but they feel like hours, then finally you hear a beeping at the door. Your head snaps to the offending sound in anticipation, anxiety rushing through you until you see Jack’s frame enter the room. You lock on to his puppy dog, brown eyes and instantly stand up and rush to him, as if he had a huge, red magnet on him like in the Saturday morning cartoons.

“Jack,” you breathe out, your tears now dropping from your eyes once his arms wrap around you.

You shove your face into his shirt and a quick thought runs through your mind. One of his shirt buttons pokes you in your cheek and you quickly remember he had not been wearing a button up the last time you saw him. You pull away from him slightly and realize he is indeed wearing a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into a dark pair of jeans. You look up at his face and see he’s also wearing a Stetson, all things you hadn’t noticed when he first walked in as the only thought you had was that he was okay. Confusion fills your mind as you stutter through your revelation.

“You changed? Where did you get these clothes?” You ask and you see a look in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before. Guilt.

“Darlin’,” Champ calls from next to you and Jack and you turn to face him. “I’d like you to meet Mr. Jack Daniels, AKA: Agent Whiskey.”

“What?” You look at Jack again and he averts his eyes from your stare. “Agent? Daniels? You told me your last name was ‘Harper’.”

“Sweetheart… I…” Jack looks at you again and the look on his face tells you all you need to know, everything you’ve been missing.

“W-wait… I don’t believe this,” you push yourself away from Jack. “You were working for him?!” You point to Champagne.

“I’ll uh…give you two some time alone,” Champ says and Jack steps to the side to let him pass out the room.

“Honey, please just listen-”

“Listen?!” You interrupt and you can visibly see Jack’s frame shrink. “You played me! How could you do this to me?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Jack attempts to explain and you scoff.

“So I’m supposed to believe you had no intention of using me to get information on Poppy’s schemes?”

“Yes,” he grabs your shoulders and although you want to slap him across his face like you were in a dramatic soap opera, his presence, his touch alone still makes you want to melt into him. “Yes, you are. It was never supposed to happen, but you charmed the livin’ hell outta me, how could I not fall for you?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You whisper while the tears roll down your cheeks. Jack moves his hands from your shoulders to your face, wiping the drops away with his thumbs.

“I wanted to darlin’, but they wouldn’t let me. Said it would compromise the mission,”

“‘The mission’?” You scoff and move away from him again. “Jack, I would’ve done anything for you.”

“Honey,” Jack steps close to you again, slowly, approaching you like you were a timid deer and, once again, you don’t have it in you anymore to fight. “I know that, but you gotta believe me. I never meant for you to be in harm’s way, once I realized you had no clue what Poppy was scheming, I told them to leave you out of it. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. What can I do to make it right?”

“Oh Jack,” you sob and fall into his chest. “Just… Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

“No, darlin’. No more lies. I will never lie to you again.”

Jack holds you tightly against his chest, against his heartbeat, and while just yesterday you were in the same position, today means something entirely different. All the newfound information runs through your mind, each moment you had lived with Jack so far, and now it all seems insincere knowing his true identity. One part of you, arguably the more logical part, wants to tell him to eat shit and never speak to you again. Yet the other part, your heart, wants to scream for the man you love to never let you go.

~

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Can I request prompt 2 for Roo please? 🤧🤒 (Haha that rhymes🤪)

Pfft, we love a rhyme here 😂

2. "I know you hate being sick, but you need to let me care for you"

I've been rewatching Criminal Minds and Outer Range lately and let me just say that Spencer Reid would literally combust if he saw that hole in the west paddock. Like. Poof. Hotch would be like "hm. That's a good hole."

Anyway. On to the fic!

The second Bradley got sick... he overcompensated. It's his thing, the moment he felt a tickle in his throat or an ache in his stomach he'd pretend everything was okay times fifty.

It actually drove everyone nuts. They could see that everything wasn’t great but he was way too determined (stubborn) to admit defeat to a little cold or stomach flu that took him out at the knees.

Which is why Phoenix created a system. Even when Hangman and Rooster stopped being thick as thieves, he was still in on it. The second Rooster showed any signs of being sick, Operation Fuck came into action.

When Maverick came back into Bradley's life, it all suddenly made a lot more sense. Jake, Javy and Natasha had exchanged glances across the room when Bradley had told everyone his relation to Maverick and all three had burst out laughing.

"I mean, it just makes so much more sense," Javy said, Jake nodding.

"We knew you had to get your stubbornness from someone but we had no idea it was Maverick!" He added.

"Also your inability to sit still for longer than thirty seconds," Natasha added. She and Jake high-fived across the aisle.

It was a few months after the Dagger mission that Rooster came down with a cold. He was fine for a couple of days, a sniffle here and there, a cough every so often, but he was still alert and he still had his razor-sharp focus in the air (he'd also come off his perch and no one was prepared for that). He also kept a packet of tissues in his pocket at all times so no one really thought he was that sick.

That was until he collapsed like a sack of spuds at the Hard Deck. It was out of nowhere, one minute he was standing and thanking Bob for passing his beer over, the next he was out cold. Maverick was there in seconds, Bob kneeling by him to support his neck.

"He didn't hit his head, I think he's just- woah. Wait, hold up."

Bob's brows furrowed and Maverick watched as he put a hand to Rooster's forehead.

"He's burning, Mav," he said. Maverick moved quickly, grabbing the water Jake passed over and dousing Rooster's t-shirt in it. Phoenix reached over, tugging on Jake's shirt.

"Operation Fuck," she said. His eyes narrowed.

"No shit. C'mon, let's go start the Bronco."

Maverick passed over Rooster's keys and the pair exited the building, leaving Maverick and Bob to try and figure out what was wrong.

"Think he just overheated?" Bob asked his Captain. Maverick nodded.

"He's only really had a mild sniffle the last couple days. Think it's a combination of heat and lack of sleep, knowing him."

"Mav..."

"Hey, kid, good of you to join us. How do you feel?"

"Like shit. Did I pass out?" Rooster groaned. He gently pushed Bob's hands away.

"M'okay, just... hot.”

“Yep, that would be correct,” Bob drawled. With his and Maverick’s help they got Rooster sitting up, Maverick checking for any cuts or bumps.

“Okay, Tash and Jake got the Bronco going, how about we get you home?”

“What? No, I’m good. I got hot, it happens.”

“You’re sick, Roo,” Javy said softly. Rooster fixed him with a hard glare.

“No, I got hot. It’s hot in here, it happens. No big deal.”

“Penny-”

“-go home, Bradley!” She called from nearby. Apparently she’d come over to check on her usuals. 

“Fuck.”

Rooster scrubbed at his face, wincing as the exhaustion hit.

“I know you hate being sick, but you need to let us care for you,” Maverick said softly. Bradley’s shoulders slumped.

“I did it again, didn’t I?” He whispered. Maverick snorted, nodding.

“It’s okay kid, you’re just doing that self-preservation thing you don’t need to worry about when you’re with us. No one’s laughing, or going to be an asshole. We just want to make sure you’re okay. Does anything hurt?”

“I’m so tired.”

“Bronco’s good to go,” Phoenix said as she reappeared. With the help of Bob and Phoenix, Rooster got to his feet and Maverick guided him to the Bronco where Jake was waiting in the driver’s seat.

“Guess you got the back, Mav,” he said. Maverick rolled his eyes.

“Same old Bagman.”

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

YOU HAVE RO SHARE YOUR ASAHI HEADCANNONS WITH THE WORLD THEY GOT ME F’D UP

Ashfudjdnfksksnfia Queen PLZ! >////w////< As you wish!

Haikyuu: Asahi tickle Headcanons!

Asahi, the gentle giant from Karasunos volleyball team. How can someone so big be so soft? Here are a few examples of just how soft this big ball of mochi can be~

Lee:

Asahi is a Lee. 99% Lee. He just loves the physical contact, reminding him of the strong bond he and his friends have.

Honestly, when it comes to tickles this man is like a big ol' puppy who wants belly rubs, though he's far to shy to actually ask for them. So his friends make sure to ask him at least every other day if he wants some tickle time. His burning red cheeks are all the answer they need.

As Ducky here informed me, Asahis most sensetive areas are his tummy and sides.

Most of the time, he will try and be still for his ler, that's the best way to get the best tickles.

Raspberries are his favourite. The way he twitches and giggles in anticipation is just pure, untainted gold~

He always has to have something to hug, since he can't stand seeing what's going on. Make sure to give him a hoodie, bag, a big plushie, anything that he can squeeze the life out of whilst you give him what he deserves.

He doesn't mind rough or soft tickles. Anything that gives him that sensation will do.

He won't talk much during his wrecking, his face buried to deep in whatever he's hugging. However, if you did want to hear his laughter better, you'd have to get someone to pin his arms up. Tag-team that big boi.

When attacking these areas his laughter is big and hearty. A little snort here and there too~

Another spot he's sensetive is his ears. If you're not a giant then you'll have to wait until he's sat down or make sure you can jump high enough to sneak a little puff of air into his ear.

Ear tickles make him squeak, yes squeak. He will scronch his neck and shoulders up like a little turtle hiding from a predator.

A great way to tickle this spot is whilst he's napping. Just a little whisp of air or even a feather if you have one on you. His sleepy giggles are too pure for this world and those who've heard them are blessed and should feel honoured.

This man is so easily flustered. Just a nose boop is enough to have him giggling and blushing.

Lots of head shaking, lots of leg flailing but other than that, he's a very well behaved Lee. 100/10 highly recommend~ 🧡

Ler:

Although Asahi is a Lee, that doesn't mean he won't give his friends an affectionate tickle or two.

Big hands. Big huuuuuge hands. And what they do? They tickle. Really, really... Gently. Yes, despite his huge hands he's incredibly gentle.

Too gentle. It's cruel how nice he is whilst he's being the ler. He doesn't even realise he's teasing you when he talks.

'Having fun?'

'Haha, that smile is precious.'

'Well that was an interesting sound.'

Of course it depends on who he's tickling and why. If it's Noya because he's being a little shit his choice of words are more along the lines of-

'Done being an ass now, gremlin?'

'You need to learn your lesson.'

But even then, he's still so gentle. Probably because he's worried he'll hurt those small people.

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52 notes • Posted 2021-07-11 12:20:32 GMT

#4

No need to thank me ❤️👌

62 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 21:32:52 GMT

#3

So, Heisenberg.

I've never understood the whole 'daddy' thing... Until today. Um. Yeah.

75 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 20:33:55 GMT

#2

Issac Foster tickle hcs!

This been on my miiiiiind 🤭 Baby boi ❤️

Warning, rough tickles/handling

Zacky boy doesn't even know what tickling is when you first meet him but after some time you finally manage to pluck up the courage to ask if he is, without fear of being stabbed.

"The fuck is that? Some kind of mental problem'?"

"That's the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard. Of course I'm not."

Once you explain, you swear you can see the red glow of blush through his bandages.

Over time Zack learns that tickling can be used to get what he wants, or to make you suffer without having to brutally murder you! :D

Ler:

As a ler, Zack is a force to be reckoned with. Evil. If you're not comfortable with rough tickles, you do not want him to catch you.

He will give you a time limit to run, counting loudly with that dirty grin on his face. Usually three seconds, you know how he likes the chase.

Once he's had his fun chasing, he will pin you any way possible. His favourite method is sitting on your waist with your arms pinned under his thighs.

He will tell you not to smile, threatening to 'kill you' if you do. By kill he means wreck you harder.

His tickles are rough and rude. He wants to break you, make you beg and maybe even tear up if he's feeling especially cruel. Sadistic little shit.

He's full of teases too~

"Tickle, tickle, ya' little fucker. Should have run faster!"

"If you weren't such a crap victim we wouldn't even be in this situation!"

"Uh oooh, now you've gone and done it, shit head. Time to die~"

Que him mercilessly attacking your worst spot until you almost wet yourself.

After he's finished tickling you to near death, he will probably tussle your hair and watch you try to regain your composure. He isn't one to flee after a wrecking because he knows you wouldn't dare attack him.

He does know when to stop though, he knows you and what the signs are. He may be an asshole, but he'll always at least ask if you're okay. If he doesn't think you are, then he'll help you up and fetch you a snack or even wrap an arm around you comfortingly.

Lee:

Yes, believe it or not, this multi-murder-maniac has a Lee side. And when it surfaces, it's quite entertaining.

If Zack is in one of his rare, yet very intense, Lee moods, he will do everything in his power to get you to notice without actually saying anything. He's gotta keep up that scary guy aesthetic.

When in this mood, Zack will walk around with his arms over his head, put his feet in your lap, maybe pretend his checking his bandages by leaving his hoodie unzipped.

Lots of huffing and sighing too. Very grumpy. Not-so subtly staring at you out of the corner of his eye to see if you've noticed then quickly gazing around the room if you look at him.

If you haven't noticed soon enough, he'll probably walk away without a word, hiding in his room like a grumpy kid.

If, however, you do catch on, you're in for a treat.

One rule Zack has, no tools. Only fingers and mouths. Something about using tools just makes him very uncomfortable.

His most sensetive spots are his neck, ribs and inner thighs. Any of them make him melt.

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95 notes • Posted 2021-06-23 19:08:32 GMT

#1

For the crime of stealing the hearts of millions, including ny own, Rody Soul is sentenced to the tickle chair until our hearts are returned.

This might take a while. Tragic. UwU 👐

I'm so proud of how this one turned out! I'm using less and less references for body structure and almost on track to finding my style! ☺️💕❤️

109 notes • Posted 2021-11-07 04:16:10 GMT

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[renjunese]

♥︎Soft bias tag♡

I was tagged by the lovely @pikachulein thank chuu!~

🐰Who is your bias?

♡ The man, the myth, the legendary golden maknae! The dorkiest otaku and gamer of the century, the sun to my moon, the peanut butter to my strawberry jam, the stars in my night skies, The Jeon Jungkook in my life😭💓

🐰What made you notice him?

♡ His brown curly hair in Fire and his blue jacket suit thingy and blue denim shorts and his butterfly shirt, I think it’s a butterfly or paint splatters, his charming smile with that damn shoulder shrug ughhhh, love him sm

(That scene right there is where I decided to give my soul to him ^^)

🐰What is your favourite thing about them?

♡ Uhm, what can I not like about them tbh, well let’s start with his soft locks, he looks so cute when dancing and his hair just bounces around but that ain’t my fave, my favourite thing about him is thighssss, jk it’s his angelic voice. His voice is sent from the heavens above, #blessed, I would prolly listen to Jungkook’s acapellas for a day and wouldn’t get tired and ask for more that’s how much I love him

🐰 Who would initiate skinship more?

♡ Me if I’m feeling brave enough since we are both shy people and I don’t open up to people that quickly? But I think.. he would?? Neither of us then, I crave attention so like, me then? I’m conpuzzled, final answer, both of us, I think?

🐰 Who would hog the blanket more?

♡ Honestly me, because I get real cold at night, I don’t do crazy stuff when I go to sleep, but I will have more blanket covering me I guess he’ll just depend on cuddling me for heat ;) y’know b o d y h e a t

🐰 Who would be more clingy?

♡ AHAHAHA, m E, I c r a v e attention y’all see, I just really like to distract the other person and bug them but it can also be Jungkookie you never know :))

🐰 Who would be more flustered?

♡ I think, me? Cause yer girl like when someone compliments them and would be heart eyes for that person, but Jungkook is a shy boy too but I don’t think he’d be THAT flustered when I tell him he got nice abs 😂 and a great personality

🐰 What cuddling position would you two have?

♡ Most likely me being the small spoon and him being the big spoon since I like feeling safe with the person I love and protected y’know? But if I feel cuddly or if he feels real tired then I’d let him be the small spoon🤧💕

🐰 What colors remind you of them and why?

♡ Red and gold! Red not just because he likes that colour but because he’s very passionate about the things he likes, he’s brave, he’s determined in perfecting everything that he does even if it doesn’t turn out perfectly he will still try and try again plus he’s very powerful when he dances or when he’s on stage, god he’s such a god. Gold, because he’s courageous and not afraid to stand for what’s right, and he’s golden!

🐰 Which season would you like to spend with them?

♡ Spring! Because not only it would be still pretty chilly and that’d be perfect for cuddling and napping but because he can take his pictures and it wouldn’t be too cold or too hot to go outside for a date, it would he just a perfect season to spend with him, we can take aesthetic pictures and couple pictures!

🐰 Who would bake the kookies and who would steal the batter?

♡ Prolly both of us but mainly him since he’s more responsible than me 😂, I 100% know that he would steal but I’d let him only if it’s on my lips wait what?

🐰 Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

♡ ME, my friends already hate me for my punny puns, ahaha, He’ll prolly giggle or something if not then I’ll just force him aka tickle him until he says my puns are great but not as great as Jin’s

🐰 Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

♡ Uh I’ll adopt the cats since I’ve had enough with the dogs since I’ve lived with 10 or more dogs since my grandpa is a vet and he breeds dogs and stuff and I had to help take care of the doggies

🐰 Which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a poptart and who would come to the rescue?

♡ Not me I know because uh I don’t want my damn poptart hot? I think it’ll just melt, but my Jungkook ohoho, I don’t think he’s stupid enough to do that.. right?

🐰 Who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

♡ I’m way to scared to lean over railings I can’t even look down a mall’s railings so I’ll be pulling that dork’s ass back to bed bYe

🐰 What would watching a horror film with them be like?

♡ Thrilling, prolly since I can stand a horror movie but wouldn’t be able to sleep at night 😂 and he’d prolly scare me when the climax is building up so that’s fun 🙄😂

🐰 Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

♡ I’d prolly be a smooth flirt cause I’m a smooth criminal *clicks tongue while finger gunning Jungkook* He’d be that chessy ass boyfriend lessgoo

🐰 Who is more competitive?

♡ Both, we both have that urge to win y’know? I’m more of a violent competitive person tho but not too violent just little screams of agony and pushing 😂

🐰 Who would have to be given reminders (remember to eat, don't forget your keys, etc.)?

♡ He has a WAY busier schedule than me so him, and I know that stuff I’ve gotta do so I gotta baby him up

🐰 Who sends memes and who sends cute things like "I miss you" texts at 3am?

♡ We’d prolly send each other kermit memes saying cute ass shit but I don’t mind and it’d prolly be him? texting I miss you cause he’s the chessy boyfriend I need and want😫🤧😭💕💕💕

(Wowoowowwo whatta meme)

Im tagging the usual peeps not feeling tagging eagh and individual 😂 sorry for my sorry lazy ass mkay? 😘❤️