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[hes-a-rainbow]

Heaven And Hell (Part One)

Eddie Munson x OC!Fem Fix It Fic

A/N: Here is my newest fic! I had this idea over the weekend and ended up writing 40 pages 🤷🏻‍♀️ It’s been a really long time since I’ve last put this much effort into a story so please enjoy! A share means the world ❤️

Warnings: Angst, references to past trauma (Upside Down)

Word Count: 3.5k

(Divider by @silkholland​)

Steve’s crisp white sneakers squeak on the linoleum tile as he tosses the bags of chips from his arms into the shopping cart Robin is currently in charge of.

“Watch it, doofus! You’re gonna break all the chips before we even get back to the car.” Robin huffs out as she picks up a bag of Doritos to see if she can ‘feel’ any broken ones inside. She huffs before throwing them back on top of the rest of their products.

Steve ignores her and reaches for the back pocket of his jeans, finding the crumpled handwritten list of items to get for Robin’s birthday party. Nancy and Jonathan were in charge of the actual set up and decoration while Steve and Robin were in charge of food and drinks. It seemed like the easiest task but he and Robin had been crisscrossing around the local supermarket trying and failing to read Nancy’s chicken scratch writing of precise instructions. (Nancy had even gone as far as writing out the products in order of the aisles they were in but Robin and Steve never caught on; both of their eyes moving around the page too quickly to fully process.)

“Can you relax? Most chips come broken anyway, they factor that in with the price,” Steve’s eyes roam over the page, mentally ticking off what they already had in their cart (because they both forgot the pen in the car) so he misses Robin’s annoyed reaction. She leans over the rail of the cart, slapping him on the shoulder to get his attention again. “Don’t tell me to relax!” She points her pointer finger into his chest, “I am the furthest thing from relaxed, Steve! By midnight tonight I will officially no longer be a teenager. Do you know what that means, Steve?”

Steve rolls his eyes, getting ready for the speech that he’s heard at least a hundred times within the last six months, “Yes I know what it means Rob—”

She quickly waves her hand around his face, effectively silencing him, “I don’t think you do, Steve! I will no longer be able to blame my naivete on being a teenager, I will no longer be able to continue getting the student discount at the movie theater because in certain lighting, I look younger than I am!” Robin continues her tyrant as she begins listing off the things she’ll no longer be able to do. Steve quickly takes control of the shopping cart, hoping she’ll eventually tire herself out (as she usually does) but at least he’ll be able to guide her a few aisles over where they forgot to pick up plastic cups.

“I have been playing it very carefully for those movie discounts. They're supposed to stop at 16 but I have been able to walk a very thin–,” She moves her pointer and thumb in front of Steve's face, pushing them together until there is barely any room left to further prove her point. “Very thin line these past few years.” Steve lightly knocks her hand away from his face as they pass an older woman who scowls at Robin’s yelling and Steve thinks the woman is about two minutes away from calling the manager over to kick them out.

“Yes, your long con of saving ten cents per movie ticket is now catching up to you–” Steve leans more of his weight on the car as he turns into another aisle, narrowly missing a display of cereal boxes.

“Do you know what Tiffany Braddock told me?” Steve begins tuning her out as he scans the aisle for the red plastic cups they need, the last item on their list.

“She said that everything was fine and dandy on April 21st and then–” Robin claps her hands together loudly causing Steve to jump a bit. “Boom! Morning of April 22nd, her twentieth birthday, wakes up with appendicitis.” Steve spots the cups towards the middle of the aisle and picks up his pace a bit as Robin continues, “Doctor said she could have died if she had waited any longer! It’s as if her entire body just shut down at the strike of midnight. And how do we know that’s not gonna happen to me? She was at least athletic in school! As for me, I think we are all well aware of how unathletic I am. It’s almost as if I was bred not to be in sports. My mom always said it was because of my weak ankles but it has to do with my equilibrium or something. There has to be some medical explanation for how uncoordinated I am.”

Steve decides to get the 100 pack instead of the 50 because it’s better to have more cups than less, especially since he had seen the invite list Nancy had put together and she had nearly invited every person Robin has ever even interacted with. She may not have been the most popular in high school, but once Robin got into the local community college and started attending classes that she was actually interested in, it seemed as if people just flocked to her. Steve could admit that sometimes he was a bit jealous about how easily she could talk to people, just going up to somebody random to compliment their shirt and then ending up being invited to their cousin’s wedding two weeks later (true story). Steve liked Robin’s new friends, they were quirky and loud and laughed at all of Robin’s lame jokes, but most importantly, they loved and appreciated her for who she was and that’s really all that Steve could ask for for her.

Steve starts humming along to the Cat Stevens song playing over the market speakers when he realizes he hasn’t been able to hear any of the music since they first walked into the store due to Robin’s constant stream of words. His eyebrows furrow together, as he looks to his right where Robin stood only a second ago.

“Rob?” He calls out her name before seeing a quick flash of her striped shirt as she turns out of the aisle. He swears her mind is always going a mile a minute but sometimes she’s even worse than Henderson, disappearing in the middle of a conversation to pet a dog or something.

“Robin!” He ushers the cart into the direction he saw her leave in, the cart now significantly heavier than it was 10 minutes ago. He quickly spots her in the next aisle, hugging some random woman in front of the cereal section.

“Jesus Christ, we do not have time for this.” Steve whispers under his breath. Leave it up to Robin to make friends within the 10 seconds he lost eyes on her. He pulls his cart up next to Robin and the mystery woman, “Hey Rob, we really have to get going now.”

“Steve, look who it is!” Robin takes a step away from the woman, letting Steve finally take in who exactly was standing in front of him. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the woman in front of him who he hasn’t seen in four years.

“Noah! Holy shit!” He doesn’t realize just how loud he is as he throws his arms around his old friend. Her hair is shorter now but she still smells like the sweet vanilla shampoo he had recommended to her all those years ago. He can feel her squeezing him back, God he had missed her hugs, he had missed her, they all had.

He pulls away too soon for his liking but he already has a million questions on the tip of his tongue, “What are you doing here? Are you back for good? Did you graduate yet?” He leaves his hands on her shoulders as he takes a step back to get a better look at her. “You look great! Henderson is gonna freak out when he sees you! Did you tell him you were coming back? Holy shit!” Noah smiles back at him with her signature wide grin, dimples peeking out slightly while her cheeks coat with the slightest pink hue as she takes in her rambling friend.

“Steve,” She giggles out, “Please take a breath, I don’t need you passing out in front of the Coco Puffs.” He lets go of her to turn to Robin, whose face mimics his as he points to their mutual friend in front of him with a ‘can you believe this’ look on his face. Robin laughs and mouths back ‘I know!’

“You have to come to Robin’s birthday tonight! It’s at my house. She’s turning twenty and everybody’s back in town for it! Nancy is gonna freak out when she sees you and oh man don’t even get me started on Eddie–” Her smile falters just the slightest bit, and anybody else might not have noticed but Steve sees it right away, after everything they had been through together, he can read her like a book. He sees a small hand holding on to her worn out jean jacket, he hadn’t even noticed that someone else was with her.

“Mama?” Noah quickly steps aside, revealing to Steve the tiny human she had unintentionally been blocking from him. In the front of her cart, in the child's seat, sits a little girl wearing an outrageous outfit of bright red and white polka dot leggings and green flannel shirt that looks two times too big for her. Her brown hair sits messily on the top of her head in a wild bun with curls sticking out all over. Her big eyes look over Steve, before they look back at Noah, leaning closer towards her arm.

“Whoa.” he hears Robin whisper out behind him and he’s almost a hundred percent sure she didn’t mean to say that outloud.

“I–” Noah begins towards Steve but stops herself looking back at the small child, “Baby, these are mommy’s friends from school.” The little girl looks up at Noah and Steve can’t believe just how similar they look; he understands genetics and all but she is literally a spitting image.

“This is Robin and Steve.” Him and Robin both respond silently with a small wave, neither of them really knowing how to interact with a child this young.

“Hi.” “Hello child.” Steve gives Robin a look over his shoulder as she just shrugs back. Noah laughs it off, knowing that all of this was quite the surprise but she really wasn’t expecting to run into anyone this quickly. She had only been back in Hawkins for less than 24 hours. She had rehearsed everything she was going to say in the long car ride back to Indiana, Scarlett mostly sleeping or singing quietly to herself in the back seat, but she thought she would have more time. Time to seek out her old friends and then drop this bombshell on them.

“Guys, this is my daughter, Scarlett.” The child’s gaze looks over Steve and Robin quickly, seemingly assessing them and Steve feels like he’s being judged for every bad decision he’s ever made in his life.

“Wow,” Robin clears her throat before continuing, “So are-are you like married now or something?” Steve automatically looks down at Noah’s hand, she always wore a lot of rings, and it seems her style hasn’t changed that much but the rings have. He looks towards her left hand, where he sees a ring he recognizes.

It instantly takes him back to 1986. To the Upside Down.

He remembers staring at those rings as she tightly held on to his nail bat that he had let her borrow when going after Vecna. He remembers them shining in the moonlight of the eerie dimension as she held pressure down on Eddie’s wounds. Her tears streamed across her dirty face as she shouted at the metalhead who was going in and out of consciousness. Steve has to physically shake his head for the thoughts to disappear.

As if she can feel his gaze, Noah holds left hand with her right hand, blocking Steve’s gaze at the ring. She clears her throat, causing him to make eye contact with her again, “Uh, no. No, just me and Scar.”

The silence is deafening between them as the cheery beats of a Van Morrison song play overhead. It breaks Steve’s heart at how much has changed, he had fought against every nightmare you can think of with Noah, and now he felt as if she was a stranger, because in many ways she had become one.

“That’s awesome!” Robin says a little too loudly, “Are you visiting Pops?” Robin refers to Noah’s grandfather, the only one of her family to have stayed back in Hawkins after the Vecna situation.

Pops ran the only record store in Hawkins (promptly named ‘Top of the Pops’) and was a stubborn son of a bitch. Steve remembers Pops telling him it would take more than an earthquake to get him out of Hawkins.

Noah’s parents had felt differently, selling their house soon after and to everyone’s surprise (and shock), Alice had followed them to New York to stay with family and finally start college in the city. All the Hawkins gang had tried their best to stay in touch with her; it started out with phone calls every night, then the occasional letter, but life soon got in the way for all of them.

The town was rebuilding, Hopper, El, and the Byers had moved back to town. Nancy and Jonathan moved away to Boston. Even Steve himself started taking night courses at Indiana State. But he still remembers those first few weeks when she had left. No one was expecting it, they all assumed she would just move in with Pops, or she and Eddie would get a place together (everyone knew they were destined to be together). But when Eddie had shown up at Steve’s door step, less than two months after defeating Vecna, all of their wounds (both inside and out) still healing, Steve will never forget the look of utter defeat on Eddie’s face.

He and the metal head quickly became friends after March of 1986. Apparently battling monsters in a different dimension will do that to people. If anyone had told high school Steve he would be best friends with the town freak who was accused (and acquitted!) of murder, he would’ve thought they were smoking some of Eddie’s stash. They soon become the brother that neither of them wanted but both of them needed.

Eddie was utterly heartbroken when Noah left, and from the little he told Steve, Eddie had even insisted on going with her, starting a new life away from Hawkins like they always dreamed of, but she had turned him down.

Eddie was never the same after the events of the Upside Down, none of them ever were. They all now carried scars, visible and mentally, that had bonded them for life. But the whole group was torn up after Noah left, because after all they had survived and endured together, she still decided to leave them behind.

Steve remembers when Noah told them, after she had left Eddie’s place, sat everybody down together in the Wheeler’s basement. Steve was furious, Robin had cried, Max had yelled, and Nancy and Henderson had yelled above the rest trying to keep some sort of peace amongst the group. After many, many tears, hugs, and promises, Noah drove off to her new life.

But she was back now. Standing at the Main Street Supermarket back in her hometown of Indiana in front of him and Robin with a child of her own.

“Uh, yeah,” Noah begins to twist the rings on her fingers back and forth, a habit she always had when she was nervous, “Pops fell and broke his leg while doing inventory at the store last week.”

“Oh my god! You should’ve called us! We would’ve checked in on him.” Robin grabs for Noah’s hand, squeezing it lovingly before looking over to Steve, seemingly waiting for him to agree with her.

He clears his throat, “Um, yeah. We definitely would’ve helped him out and brought groceries or whatever.”

“I couldn’t ask you guys to do that.”

Robin seems genuinely confused, “Why not?”

“Because he’s my family,” Noah responds before Steve corrects her, “You’re our family.”

Noah looks away and starts blinking her eyes in quick succession, “Well maybe I just needed an excuse to come back then...” Her voice cracks slightly as a forced smile graces her face but Steve can see there’s so much more behind it. He has so many things he wants to ask her; why did you leave? Why didn’t you ever come visit? What happened while you were away?

“Please come to my birthday tonight!” Robin bounces on the toes of her feet slightly as she quickly tries to change the conversation, “Everyone will be there and I’m sure they will all be so surprised to see you!”

“Oh, I don’t know, Rob–”

“Please! You’ve been gone for so long and this will be my last official night as a teenager!” Noah looks over at Steve who just shrugs in response, they both know that Robin usually has a way of getting what she wants.

Noah turns to Scarlett, brushing an unruly curl away from the little girl's face, “I’d have to ask Pops to babysit…”

“Yes!” Robin claps her hands together, bouncing up and down slightly, “Everyone is coming over Harrington’s at 8. Same address so don’t say you got lost on the way over.” Robin winks and envelopes Noah in another bone crushing hug. Once she releases Noah out of her grip, she leans over the cart to come face to face with Scarlett, “And it was a pleasure meeting you, little one.” She sticks out her hand to shake and Steve can’t hold in his laugh at the utterly confused face Scarlett shoots back at her.

“Scar, baby, we talked about this.” Noah bends slightly to get eye level with her daughter,  “You say ‘thank you, Miss Robin!’” The look on Scarlett’s face remains and Steve can instantly tell the toddler is just as stubborn as her mother, and even comes with the same facial expressions. Noah turns back to Steve and Robin, “As you can see, we’re still working on our manners. But, uh, you sure I won’t be like a nuisance or anything?”

“What?! Fuck that! It’s my party and I want you there!” Noah’s eyes grow at Robin’s outburst. A wide grin comes over the little girl in the shopping cart, “She cust-ed, Mommy! Quarter, please!” She sticks out her little hand and laughs, seemingly pleased with how this is all playing out.

“Dam-Dang it, Robin!” Noah reaches into the pocket of her jean jacket and pulls out a bag of quarters, handing one to the little girl who gleefully squeals and puts it into the pocket on her shirt.

“We’re trying to learn not to use curse words so much because somebody,” Noah side eyes Scarlett who again just giggles at her mother, “Thinks it’s funny to repeat the things mommy says at home to their friends at daycare.” Scarlett’s hands flew to her face in a lame attempt at covering herself as she broke out into hysterics.

Robin bursts out laughing at the toddler's displays, and Steve can’t help but follow along.

“Yes, ha ha. Mommy loved meeting with your teachers about that one.” Noah tickles Scarlett’s sides causing the toddler to let out a little screech of laughter. The loud speaker crackles around them to announce a clean up on aisle three. Noah looks down at her watch, “I’m sorry guys, but we’ve really got to get going.”

“Oh yeah of course!” Robin grabs her hand again, “I’ll see you tonight, right?” Noah pauses for a split second, and Steve can see a flash of fear come over her features before she straightens up and nods her head, “Of course, we have so much to catch up on!”

“You’re telling me!” Robin shakes her head towards Scarlett who is now distracted by the bird on the Fruit Loops box. Noah sniggers, “It was great seeing you both. I’ll probably be a little later tonight because of bedtime and all.”

“Right, that’s no problem, you know where to find us!”

Noah’s eyes fall down to the tip of her well loved leather boots, she opens her mouth to ask something but stops herself instead, leaning into Steve for another hug. Steve wants to ask her if she’s alright, or question her about what she was going to say but she speaks up first as she pulls away from him, “See you later, Harrington.”

Him and Robin watch her and Scarlett head off into another aisle as they walk in silence towards the cash registers. They don’t say much to each other as they are both replaying the conversation in their heads.

It isn’t until they get to Steve’s car that Robin asks the big question, “So, do you think Eddie knows?”

Steve looks at Robin, visibly confused, “That Noah is back? Probably not. She said she just came back yesterday.” Steve goes to grab another few bags from the cart, fitting them into his trunk like a giant game of tetris.

“No, idiot. Do you think Eddie knows about his kid?” Steve drops the bags in his hands and watches as they tumble out of the paper bag and onto the concrete.

[here2bbtstrash]

sunday (explicit)

genre: straight-up smut baybey, i did it y'all i wrote a pwp again

pairing: seokjin x reader

summary: you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.

word count: 5k

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ say it with me: BRAT 👏 TAMER 👏 SEOKJIN 👏 established relationship, reader is uhhh 😬 Extremely bratty lmao, jin takes care of that, BDSM dynamics (mention of safewords and hand signals but neither are used!), reader gets spanked with a belt oop 🤭, fingering/a lil bit of eating it from the back, orgasm denial, big dick jin 😏, praise kink, mouth/throat fucking, a bit of breathplay, begging and apologizing, oh yeah she cries... like.... kind of a lot 🥲 there's a dacryphilia moment in there too (~*~add a little spice~*~), unprotected sex but they're in love it's fine, lots of subspace at the end, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, she comes.... idek how many times, and a smidge of aftercare 🫠 also i promise there's no food play, you'll get why the cake's there at the end ok lmao

A/N: a day late and a dollar short but hey that's my mental health rn 🫡 this was fun!!! always nice to dust off the ol' pwp muscles and frankly i've been itching to write proper BDSM for a bit now. sometimes you just wanna get the shit beat out of you lovingly and that's valid and sexy ya know. anyway feel free to silently skip this one if it's not for you!! and i know i'm gonna get a comment on it so 🙄 i used his korean age on purpose lmao 🙄 yes i can count and yes i know their system is changing~ ANYWAY i sincerely hope you enjoy babes and that you all had a lovely seokjin day 🥺 i loooove y'all !!! 💜

thank you to @haliiimede for beta reading and being my soulmate 🥺

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The slam of the front door tells you that your plan for today has worked perfectly.

Standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, you adjust a final strap on your bralette, then quickly scramble to pull your clothes back on. You attempt to keep your expression innocent as you slip down the hallway to greet your boyfriend.

Before you can even make it, you hear the unmistakable pop of a wine bottle being uncorked, and you enter the kitchen just in time to see Seokjin leaning up against the counter with a glass of white in hand. He doesn’t look particularly pleased to see you.

“Hi baby,” you say, sweet as can be. “Can I have a glass?”

A muscle works in his jaw as he looks you over, and the expression on his face already has a flame licking in the pit of your stomach.

“That's all you have to say?” he finally answers.

You blink up at him, feigning ignorance. Your heartbeat has started to race behind your ribs, sensing imminent danger— the good kind.

“I haven't heard from you all day today,” he tries again.

You shrug. “I was still sleeping when you left this morning, and then, I don't know. I was doing things. Does it matter?” If Seokjin wasn’t already pissed, you know your last question will get him. You turn away to busy yourself with retrieving a wine glass so he can’t see the smile you’re trying to bite back.

The tone of his voice makes you freeze, glass in hand. “I don't recall saying you could have any.”

Your lower lip juts out automatically, and you do your best to steady your breathing without making it apparent. Even your voice comes out a little shaky. “But we always share.”

The silence in the kitchen feels deafening, punctuated by the soft tap of Seokjin setting his glass on the counter. You mirror him, swallowing hard as he steps in to close the distance between you. It never gets any less exciting to have him tower over you, big and broad-shouldered, tall enough that you have to look up through your lashes to meet his gaze. A dull ache starts to pulse between your legs.

“Do you know what today is?”

You lick your lips and try to speak. “Sunday?”

It’s like you barely get the word out before he’s gripping your jaw with one large hand, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Anticipation buzzes through your body, all the way down to your toes, as he forces your chin up.

“Anything else?” His voice sounds like a warning.

Your mouth pulls into a grin beneath his grasp, one you can’t quite manage to keep innocent. “Oh, Seokjin, is it your birthday? I knew I was forgetting something. Oops.”

“Fucking brat.”

All at once Seokjin locks an arm around your hips, and you let out a shrill squeak as your feet leave the floor entirely when he outright slings you over his shoulder. This is, of course, exactly what you’d hoped for, but you struggle a little in his grip nonetheless. All part of the fun.

You’d left the bedroom door cracked on your way out to greet him, and he takes the opportunity to kick it back open. A shiver runs up your spine at the sight, and then you hit the bed hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.

You push up onto your hands as you sit up, slightly dizzy.

“That hurt, Seokjin,” you whine, but you both know you don’t mean it. You have agreed-upon methods of telling him when he’s really hurting you in a way that doesn’t feel good: safewords, even hand signals for when you’re rendered non-verbal. Anything said that isn’t one of those is just you running your mouth on purpose, winding him up. Like now. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“And you’ve got a fucking attitude today,” he snaps. “Is this really how you want to do this? On my fucking birthday?”

You blink up at him with the same sweet smile. “What if I told you I got you a present?”

This seems to surprise him a little, and he pauses, like he doesn’t quite buy it. “A present, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You nod as you get to your feet. “Let me unwrap it for you.”

Taking your time with it, you peel off your sweatshirt and leggings to reveal the lingerie you pulled on as he was coming home. It’s a soft pink set with a floral design, thin straps, and romantic lace, and you happen to think it does wonders for your curves.

“What do you think?”

You can see the hungry gleam in Seokjin's eyes even as he scoffs, feigning disinterest. “Oh, this is my present? A disrespectful brat that I have to teach a lesson? I should rip this shit off.”

“Hey, this was expensive!” you snap, and he arches an eyebrow as if to give you a final chance to behave. It just makes you want to push him that much further.

You step closer, allowing a perfect line of sight to your tits that threaten to spill out of their confinements, and you soften your voice when you speak again. “What, you don’t forgive me, Seokjin?”

The corner of his mouth just barely ticks up. “You know the rules. Forgiveness is earned.”

He reaches a hand down to undo the buckle of his belt, and your nipples are suddenly painfully hard against the lace fabric. You can’t remember the last time he used his belt. Fuck, he’s really mad.

“Bend over.”

You huff a sigh as you drape yourself over the edge of the bed, and his hands are already on your ass. He makes a low noise of appreciation as his fingertips dig into your supple skin, pressing firm enough to make you wince. He's not being gentle, and you don’t want him to be.

Your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment of being manhandled like this, and you get so lost in it that it takes you a second to realize Seokjin has asked you a question. By then it’s already too late.

He gives a warning slap to your ass as he repeats himself. “I said, how old am I?”

You peek over your shoulder, wiggling your ass against the flat of his palm, only for him to smack you hard over your left cheek. You bite back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I don't know,” you lie, blinking up at him. “You’re so old now, it’s hard to remember.”

In one swift move, he yanks his belt out from around his waist, and you swallow hard as you watch him fold it over in his hands.

“Then why don’t you fucking count for me.”

The belt cracks down over your ass, and you flinch at the first real rush of pain. It takes you a second to regain focus, your brain still buzzing from the hit, and then his words come back to you.

“One.”

“So you are capable of listening, huh?”

Another hit, equally as hard on the other side, and you grit your teeth.

“Two.”

“Aw, where’d that smart mouth go? Not so chatty now?” Seokjin cracks the belt again, and you can barely get the word three out before four is being delivered just as harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe. He's really hitting hard tonight.

“Four,” you gasp, and you hear Seokjin exhale a dark laugh above you.

“Better toughen up, sweetheart. We’ve got a long way to go.” Another hit in the same spot, this one enough to really sting.

“Five.”

“You know, since I'm so old.”

The next blow he delivers is so hard, the word comes out as a cry of pain. “Six!”

You flatten your pelvis down against the sheets, as if in an attempt to hide from the beating, but there’s nowhere to go. The extra pressure makes you feel how hard your clit has started to throb from your punishment. You bury your face in the crook of your elbow, your hips jerking reflexively as you moan through seven, eight, nine.

Every muscle in your body seizes taut as you prepare for ten, trying to encourage yourself to breathe through it, though all you can get out right now are shallow gasps for air. I can take this, you tell yourself, I can take this.

But it doesn’t come. You’re pulled so tight you think you might snap, and you manage to lift your head up from your arms to look back at Seokjin.

“There she is,” he says, and the soft tone of his voice in no way influences how hard he brings the belt down over your ass.

“Ten!” you groan, and the sharp bite of pain over your already raw skin nearly brings tears to your eyes. And he’s not even halfway done.

It’s all you can do now to remember what number you’re on, especially as Seokjin continues to allow torturously long pauses between his hits. He'll wait just long enough that your heartbeat starts to slow, teasing the thin length of the belt up the backs of your thighs, sometimes even with a laugh.

But it’s not relief: the waiting keeps every inch of you on edge, all wound up with anticipation of the next dose of pain, so tense you’re not sure you’re breathing.

You’ve hardly choked out fourteen when you flinch at a brush of contact, the warm touch of skin where you were expecting the crack of leather. Letting your forehead drop against the bed, you pant like you’ve just run a marathon as Seokjin's hand moves over your abused flesh, groping and massaging as he did before. You can’t tell if it’s been minutes or hours since then, but his touch is grounding, calming, even when his fingers sink into your fresh bruises with enough force to make you whimper.

You can feel the way the seam of your panties sticks to your center now, and you can only imagine that they must be entirely soaked through, your slickness already starting to paint the crux of your thighs. With a soft whine of need, you spread your legs a little wider in search of anything but more pain.

“What do you think?” Seokjin's voice is dark when he speaks, thick with lust. The thought of him straining hard against his pants has you practically drooling on the mattress. You want nothing more than that cock stretching you open right now. “Starting to learn your lesson?”

As much as the rational part of you appreciates the check-in, you can’t ignore the new rush of rebellion that surges up at the question. What, does he think you need him to go easy? Does he think you’re not tough enough, that you can’t take everything he’s willing to give you?

You push up to look over your shoulder at him again, your jaw set firm. “No.”

Anger flashes over his face, but he can’t quite hide his smile. “Then I guess I can stop holding back.”

Shit, he was—? You don’t get the opportunity to finish that thought before the loop of his belt is whizzing through the air, and the impact it makes against your ass hits so hard, you momentarily see stars. “Fuck!”

“That's not a fucking number.”

“Fifteen,” you gasp, dropping limp against the bed like a ragdoll, breathless with relief that you didn’t lose track. “Fifteen.”

“The brat can count,” Seokjin remarks, and then he delivers sixteen just as hard and your whole body spasms from the pain as you choke out the number. “If only you knew how old I was, you might have some idea of how much longer I have to beat your ass.”

Your eyes are really starting to well up now, but you force yourself to keep breathing, to focus on his words. It might be coded to fit the scene, but it’s a clear reminder nonetheless: you’re more than halfway. You can do this.

By twenty, the tears have started to spill down your face, but Seokjin knows you well enough to know the scene doesn’t stop unless you call a safeword. He trusts you to know your own limits, and you do. But fuck, he can really test them sometimes. You’re dying for him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but keep fucking beating you. It’s taking everything in you to keep going, your feet kicking helplessly each time he brings the belt down over your tender backside. He hasn’t lightened the weight of his hits up even in the slightest. If anything, they’re only getting worse.

“Twenty-one,” you breathe. You only have ten hits left, and you’ve already gotten through ten hits twice now. You can do this.

“Twenty-two.” You tell yourself not to fight it.

“Twenty-three.” Just give into the pain.

“Twenty-four.” Submit.

Your shoulders heave with sobs as the twenty-fifth strike finally, finally breaks your last resolve. You press your face into the mattress; you’re crying so hard you can scarcely breathe. Even though your body keeps flinching with the reflexive animal reaction to try and get away from the pain, your mind has fully accepted your punishment, all the fight gone out of you.

It’s like someone else is counting for you now, so much so that you don’t even realize what number Seokjin is on until the words leave your mouth.

“Thirty-one.”

You hear the jingle and thud of the belt hitting the floor, and then his gentle hands are encouraging your legs to spread apart. The brush of his fingers over your aching core is sweet, overwhelming relief from the pain still coursing through your system. You’d think it’d be enough to make you cry, if you weren’t already.

“Good girl,” he says softly, and that small praise alone has you floating straight up to the ceiling.

His hands move quickly to pull your panties down and off, and you work to get your breathing back under control, letting your sobs dissolve into sniffling gulps. You whimper when his palms slip under your hips, encouraging you up onto your knees. Your body shivers all over as you try to hold yourself up, to be good, and then you feel Seokjin slip two fingers into your drenched center.

“Oh my god,” you groan as he starts to rub diligently at the ridges of your front wall, his free hand gripping your ass to spread you open. His touch in both places at once, pressing down on fresh swollen bruises and curling up into the sweetest part of you, it’s so good. It reminds you why you willingly give yourself over to this man, the one you love so much, the only one who can make you feel like this. You’re so turned on from the mix of pleasure and pain, you might be close to blacking out.

The bed creaks as he shifts a little, and then he replaces his fingers with his mouth, and you keen. You bury your sounds in the crook of your elbow as his tongue plunges into you, and he snakes a hand between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. Your mind is reeling; you can barely manage to speak.

“S-Seokjin,” you gasp. “You’re g-gonna, ngh, gonna make me—”

He pulls off just enough to mutter, “You better fucking ask first.”

You swear he ups the intensity on purpose when his mouth returns to your pussy, as if to drag you that much closer to the edge. His thumb is working so perfectly at your clit, you can feel your thighs starting to shake as you writhe back against him. “Can I— can I please come, Seokjin? Pleaseplease, please?”

“No.”

His voice is firm, unbothered, and paired with the painful loss of his touch all at once. A strangled sob of frustration escapes you as you collapse against the bed, exhausted from holding yourself up and from your denied release.

“Not yet,” Seokjin continues. “Not until you’ve learned to be a little more obedient.”

His strong hand closes over your bicep, and he easily flips you over onto your back, causing you to hiss at the graze of your sore flesh against the sheets. Your lower lip trembles, your eyes threatening tears as you stare up at him, but you stay quiet.

“Be a good girl,” Seokjin says, dragging one finger up the column of your throat. You willingly tip your head back for him as a shiver rolls through you. “Let me fuck this smart mouth, then I’ll make you come as many times as you can handle. Okay?”

When you nod softly, he hauls you up to your feet. “Get on your knees.”

You do as he says, sitting back on your heels and watching as he works his pants and boxers down to free his cock. He’s thick and long, flushed dark and dripping hard. Big enough that you go slightly cross-eyed trying to take him in. Your cunt clenches desperately at his size, at how badly you need all of him inside you, bottoming out into you again and again.

But even moreso, you want to be good.

“Mouth open,” Seokjin instructs, and you comply, letting your tongue loll out for him as he tangles a hand in your hair.

He guides himself between your lips, and your eyes roll back at the weight of him on your tongue, the feeling of your jaw stretching open to fit him. He’s so fucking big, it’s uncomfortable, but you do your best to breathe around him and give into it.

Trying to hold still, hands placed sweetly on your thighs because you know he likes it that way, you blink up at Seokjin as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You can taste the salt of his precum as his length drags along your tongue, and you fight back the urge to gag when the tip of his cock nudges into the back wall of your throat. He groans softly as he rubs himself there, his grip on your hair tightening until the pain stings your scalp. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep yourself from choking.

“Fuck,” he hisses when he pulls out, saliva stringing in thick strands from your mouth to the head of his cock. He squeezes at the base of it, eyes glazed dark with lust, and you take in as much air as you can, the cool rush painful where your throat is sore from the stretch of him.

You sit up taller as if to ask for more.

Seokjin’s gaze meets yours as the hand on his cock guides it back toward you, but he doesn’t slip back into your mouth. His eyes are fixated hungrily on your face as he drags the head of his dick down over your bottom lip, teasing it around your mouth and along your cheeks, clearly enjoying that he can do whatever he wants with you.

Your pulse drums loudly in your ears as you sit there, mouth open, and take it. The whole lower half of your face must be slick with spit and precum now, given how easily he glides across your skin, and then you’re hit with the heavy thud of him smacking his cock once, twice, three times against your flat, willing tongue.

“Are you done being a brat now?” he prompts, and you can feel drool spilling down your chin as you nod, his cock still weighing heavy on your outstretched tongue. He slips it in a little further, just past the ring of your lips.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?”

A soft whine escapes around his girth filling your mouth. You nod again, desperate, and then he hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you gag noisily. Your body shudders beneath him, and you try to keep it together.

“Learned your fucking lesson?”

Tears start to sting at the corners of your eyes as he keeps sliding himself into your mouth, the head of his cock dipping down into the tight clutch of your throat, as far as he can go until your nose is flush with his abdomen. You can’t make another sound, your mouth crammed too full, but you do your best to nod even as you lose the ability to keep breathing.

Seokjin’s thumb brushes over the bulge in your throat, and you know what he wants. Tears slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, and he rewards you with an unabashed moan that lights up everything inside you.

“That’s it. You look so good when you cry on my cock,” he rasps, his hand closing over your throat as you swallow again.

You can feel yourself starting to get light headed from lack of oxygen as more tears stream down your face, but the praise spurs you on. You want it too much, it makes you eager to please at any cost, despite the dizzying surge of adrenaline, despite the way your throat is spasming painfully now. You’ll pass out with his cock down your throat, if that’s what it takes.

He pulls out all at once, and the rush of air you heave in is like broken glass against your raw throat. You fall forward, your palms just barely catching you from landing directly onto your face, and you can’t do anything for a moment but breathe in ragged, shaky gasps. Tears are still welling up in your eyes, dripping down onto the carpet beneath you.

Your world tilts as Seokjin easily scoops you up in his arms just to drop you onto the bed, flat on your back. There’s still the dull ache of the bruises he beat into your ass, but it’s like someone’s turned the volume down on it. All your physical sensations seem distant, like they’re happening to someone else, even the dull ache thudding between your legs, a desperate desire to come that was only made worse by being used as your boyfriend’s fucktoy.

Your eyes flutter closed as his hands slip up your body to undo your lacy bralette and peel it off of you, and you don’t fight it.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Seokjin's voice pulls you back from the edge, and you fight to open your eyes again. He's hovering over you, fully stripped now, his brow creased slightly with concern. “Stay with me a little bit longer, okay?” His tone is still serious, and you sniff softly as you nod.

He slips a palm encouragingly under your thigh and you do the rest, so out of body that it’s like you weigh nothing at all as you pull your knees up to effectively bend yourself in half for him. He practically growls at the sight of you spread for him so willingly, presenting a cunt swollen with need, painted glossy with arousal.

You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he kneels up on the bed, and then his thick cock is grinding over you, dragged right up your center. The feeling of finally being touched where you need it most has you exhaling a moan of relief.

“Is this what you want?” Seokjin's breath is hot on your neck and chased by the scrape of his teeth, earning another noise of pleasure from you. Your clit throbs as he rolls the head of his dick over it, up and down, slow teasing.

“Yes,” you manage to gasp. Your voice comes out a little broken from your scraped-up throat. “Yes, please. Please fuck me, please, want it so bad.”

“Which do you want more?”

You’re so gone, choking on whimpers and whines, that his hand closes over your throat to make you focus on the rest of his question. The look on his face is so dark, it sends a shiver down your spine.

“My dick, or my forgiveness?”

Tears spring to your eyes immediately as an overwhelming wave of emotions floods through you. There isn’t a doubt in your mind what your answer is, you don’t even have to pause to consider it. As badly as you want, need him to fuck you, the thought of Seokjin discarding you when he’s finished, still upset, not kissing every inch of your skin, not praising you for being so good… you can’t bear it.

“Your forgiveness,” you sob, doing your best to keep breathing despite his hand around your throat. “Please, please, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I just wanna be good, wanna be good for you, I don't need anything else.”

You can see his face soften even through the tears that blur your vision. “There she is,” he murmurs, and then he tips his head down to brush his lips over yours. The warm touch of his mouth is all the reward you could ever ask for, and he sucks sweetly on your bottom lip before pulling back.

“Good answer, babygirl.”

Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s fucking the whole of his thick cock into you, and you can only keen as he stretches you wide enough to fit all of him. Your walls are immediately trembling tight to him from how edged close you’ve been all night.

“Thank you,” you moan, your head dropping back against the pillow. A gasp rips through you as he bottoms out, your spine arching when the crown of his cock presses firmly on your cervix. “Thank you, oh fuck.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin purrs, his mouth against your collarbone. You think he might be sucking a mark into your skin, but it’s already getting hard to tell what’s happening. “You always take it so well after I beat the brat out of you. Let go now, baby. You’ve earned it.”

You’re grateful for the permission, because you’re not sure you could stay tethered any longer if you tried. Not when he’s splitting you open, thrusting hard and deep because he knows you can take it, with a cock fat enough to light up every sweet spot in you at once. Your eyes roll back as you start to float, so out of it that you barely even notice a faint buzzing sound until you realize Seokjin is pressing your vibrator down against your swollen, aching clit.

Fuck, when did he even grab it off the nightstand?

You’re vaguely aware of someone moaning, but it doesn’t even feel like you. You’ve given up entirely to it now, a sweet surrender to this all-encompassing pleasure. It’s so good, too good, it slips you out of your mind and body alike, like he’s fucking your brain right out of your skull.

“That’s it, come on my cock,” Seokjin groans, and fuck, you are, you’re coming hard enough to drench his cock with every pulse of your needy cunt. “Such a good girl.”

He doesn't even pull the toy off to give you a moment of recovery, just keeps it nestled between your folds as he pounds into you. Your hips shudder violently as you coast out of your first climax and straight into another one.

It all starts to blur together now, wave after wave of orgasm washing over you until you’re drowning in it. You come and come and come until it feels like you’re melting into the bed, pinned through by this massive cock and the endless mind-numbing buzz on your clit. You can distantly tell that you’ve soaked a wet spot into the sheets beneath you, that your thighs and even the muscles of your ass are shaking from overstimulation.

“S-S-Seokjin.” It takes you three tries to get his name out, and you’re still not really sure if you said it until the toy switches off. The humming sensation is still reverberating through your body even in the absence of it, enough to make you tremble all over as he picks up the pace.

“Gonna fucking— fill you up,” Seokjin grunts, voice thick with effort, and then his cock twitches at the very back of you, buried deep as it can go, pulsing heavy as he paints you with rope after rope of his release. 

You’re still not here, not really, not when he pulls out with a heavy sigh, when the cum starts to drool down your legs, when he drops onto the mattress beside you and pulls you into him. It comes back to you in pieces: you’re shivering all over, breathing hard, your face is wet— fuck, when were you crying?

It takes you several moments to realize Seokjin is murmuring in your ear, that his fingers are carding through your hair, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Just breathe, baby. Did so well, it’s over now. You’re safe.”

As the post-scene comedown settles into your bones, you bury your face into his shoulder, trying to breathe through the myriad of emotions and chemicals flooding your system. He pulls the blanket up over your chest, and the warmth of it and his body help to gently bring you down from the high.

You don’t know how long you lay like that until you finally manage to squeak out a question. “Y-you’re not really mad, right?”

Seokjin laughs gently as he presses a kiss to your hairline. “No, baby. I know you didn’t really forget. The birthday cake in the fridge kinda gave it away.”

The words take a second to hit you, and then a dazed giggle bubbles up in your chest. It’s like you’re floating as you start to laugh, your face still pressed into Seokjin’s skin, and you can feel the rumble of him laughing too. It didn’t even occur to you that he would’ve seen the fucking cake when he grabbed himself a bottle of wine.

“Oh,” is all you can think to say, and you keep giggling as his lips move over the line of your jaw, trailing kisses.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to get punished,” he says softly. “It's part of why I love you. You’re my perfect little brat. And this was the perfect gift, seriously.”

A warm glow blooms in your chest at the praise, and you sigh happily as you curl up against his side. “Can we eat cake in bed?”

Seokjin leans down to brush his mouth over yours, sweetly adoring. “Anything you want.”

[nescaveckwriter]

Just One More🌟

Line: Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this 😱 will be in bold

A/N: YAY! Yet another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🐞 ... I heard the song from 'Little big town' and it was just too perfect, I had this idea, and well it ran away with me . 💕 I sure do hope y'all enjoy this ...💕

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language🫣, angst,😱 heartbreak,🥺smut.🥵

Characters: Beau Arlen x Female Reader.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2464 😅

The smell of freshly brewed coffee, fills the air, the brownish - gold liquid getting poured into the white cup, stirring in a few drops of milk, as the mug touches your lips, the liquid warms the inside of your mouth, the bold, bitter taste awakening all your senses, almost swirling around the liquid before swallowing, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to hold out reality a little longer, rubbing your fingers over the printed logo, 'M...R...S' a smirk, on your lips, regretting that you took the mug of the set of two 'Mr. & Mrs.' mugs, gold  lettering, like the wedding bands, you were so excited the day you picked it up from the little décor shop, on your honeymoon, looking back now, it seems like a  lifetime ago. The footsteps, coming from the guest bedroom, let's your eyes flung open, revealing the half-open boxes stacked everywhere.

The deep Texan, in his voice, almost echoing through the half packed up house, "Morning" he clears his throat "Uhmm, how do we..." Before he could finish his sentence, you look at him, your eyes throwing darts at his green-hazel eyes. "Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this"

A little sarcastic giggle escapes his lips, "oh yeah! Well we'll have to deal with this sometime"

You get up out the chair, standing straight up, but your husband, well soon to be ex-husband still towering over you, revealing how much smaller you are than him. "I said, I don't want to deal with this right now, can't I just have one last quiet morning in our... Uhmm in this house"

Irritation evident in his voice "listen, I just want this to be over so that we can go on with our lives"

"Well so sorry, I'm taking so much time, to just pack everything up and throw away the life we built" you hissed

"Excuse me! We both made the decision to get a divorce"

 You voice barely audible "yeah I know" swallowing the emotion in your voice "I just got back from my shift at the hospital and I just need to freshen up first, then I will help sorting through the stuff okay"

His voice soft, "how was your shift?"

As you put the coffee mug in the kitchen sink you whisper "it was okay, we lost a patient today, bad car accident"

His eyes saddened as he knows how much it affects you "I'm so sorry darl..." He stops himself before finishing his sentence.

You just walk away, towards your once shared bedroom, knowing he most probably wanted to say darling, the little pet name he always used for you.

As you get into the shower, letting the hot water run over you, you let go of the hold on the floodgates behind your eyes, sobbing frantically now, holding your hand over your mouth, so that you can dampen the noises, your body shaking, as your mind drift, to the events of the past few weeks, you and Beau both agreed to get a divorce, the two of you got so busy with every day life, that the two of you started to drift further and further away, its so ironic the same jobs that brought the two off you together, is also tearing you apart.

The two of you met, while he came in, with a knife wound to his arm, and as you treated him, well it was love at first sight so too say. As you fall down, cradling your knees as the water runs over you, recalling the years you've been together, you always thought getting a divorce at your age won't happen, but well your here now. The thing that breaks you, is no-one cheated, the two of you just fought all the damn time, and him being Sheriff and you being a ER doctor, working mostly night shifts, you were living past each other, when you got home, he's leaving for work, and when he gets back home, your leaving for your shift.

You can't even recall the last time you two kissed, never less touched. You were so in love, so passionate and now all that has gone too hell. Getting up, and stepping out of the shower, opting out for a pair of your favorite worn out jeans, with a old t-shirt, not realizing it's one of his shirts, but hey, it's already on you, so what the heck. Throwing your hair into a messy bun, you don't real seem to care how homeless you look as your heart already feel homeless.

Glancing through your bedroom, everywhere boxes labeled his and hers, as you two are going to put your house up for rent and then split the profits between the two off you. As you take the bottle of perfume, spritzing it in the nape of your neck and some on your wrist, a small smile forms on your lips as you remember, Beau gave it to you for your birthday last year, he always did take such notice in the smallest of details. But that memory crumbles quickly as you see the stack of divorce documents, on your dresser, both of you agreed to sign it when you where done sorting everything in the house.

You rush down the stairs, furious and determined to get this over and done with, unsure of how much your heart can handle. Peeking through the living room, you don't see him anywhere, then you catch a glimpse of his brownish hair getting tossed in the wind as he sits on the porch with a cup of coffee, you always did like the way the moonlight danced in his eyes, the way the little garden lights revealed his freckles, oh damn you love his small freckles, that stained his cheeks and his nose, and not too even talk about his perfectly kissable lips. What the hell is wrong with you, your about to divorce that man. You just turn around and walk towards the living room, starting to sort through some stuff.

Getting up out of the wooden chair, holding the mug in his hand, his rough calloused fingers running over the lettering 'M...R' , his eyes squinting as he recalls the day you got that, on your honeymoon.. well that and books, both off you liked too read, but well there weren't much reading done those two weeks, he was too busy exploring every single part of your body. As he peeks into the house, seeing the way your kneeling, looking through what seems to be picture albums, he can't help but to admire the way your body fills out his shirt, the way you've got your hair up with loose strings off hair, framing your beautiful face and neck, a smile tugging at his lips, as he recalls how ticklish you were as he placed loving kisses, sending shivers down your spine. The sound of you giggling always made him feel alive, you made him feel alive, made him feel whole and now, well now his left with a hole in his heart.

Dammit what's the matter with him, his about to divorce that woman, how can he feel this way, is it just the memories, of your shared home, your shared love, why did all of these feelings have to rush back, how is he suppose to just simply act like he wants this, because he sure as hell does not want too loose you, but he loves you too damn much to not give you what you want, a chance too be happy again. So he'll go through with the divorce, knowing both of you said that's what needed to be done, so he just wants this over and done with, he can't stand being in your presence and not kiss you, not hold you, not tell you how much he loves you.

Spending the rest of the hours in an awkward silence, as the two of you sort through the memories that was build. But it's you who breaks the silence, kicking a empty box on the ground "it's 2 in the morning, I'm going to bed"

He's not really sure why he was so irritated by your comment but he started snapping at you "what? we should finish this, now"

Your jaw drops, you roll your eyes "excuse me! I'm tired" you bite your lower lip, but then decide to say it anyway "I'm tired of pretending that it's fine being in the same room as you"

A smirk on his plum lips "oh, its that bad being around me?" 

Crossing your arms in front of you "you said it, I didn't" 

Shaking his head "Woman you are driving me crazy"

"Oh yeah! Well you are driving me insane" you snap back

He strides closer towards you, his deep husky voice "is that the best you can come up with"

Throwing your arms up in the air "why do you want to make me angry" her voice brittle "is this what you want, me breaking down in front off you"

For a few seconds there was a softness in his eyes, but then his jaw hardens again "you have no idea what I want woman"

Enraged now "just leave it, all of this take what you want and give the rest away, I don't give a damn anymore, I'm done, with this, with you, with us, with everything"

He can't help but to examine the way your lips move, when you scream at him, he always did find you very sexy, as you were furious, going on about something, the way your whole body moves as your anger took over you, the way your hips swayed, when you'd explain what he did wrong, but by then you've lost him, he was too busy inspecting every little nose crinkle, every movement you made. Without any warning he cups your face, his lips crashes against yours. When he finally pulls away, both off you trying to catch your breath. For a few seconds you just stood there, your voice breathy "we... we can't do this" you turn around, but he grabs ahold of you, holding you in his arms, your back against his chest, his hot breath by your ear as he whispers "darling, tell me you don't want me, and I'll let you go" it send shivers down your spine. 

Merely a whisper that escapes your lips, "kiss me Beau, as if you never stopped loving me" as his fingers trail down your neck, raking the loose hair away, through the kisses he places down your neck, to your collarbone, his fingers sliding the t-shirt over your shoulder, his lips, trailing against your skin, a low roar escapes his lips "I never did stop loving you darling"

Those words coming from him, makes you turn around, looking up towards his eyes, searching those hazel-green orbs, for any indication, how he truly feels. Placing your hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble of his beard underneath your touch, you know you're probably going to regret this in the morning, but your fingers trace down to his lips, as if you want to take in this work of art. Standing on your tippy toes, leaning in so that you can taste his lips, just one more time. 

He claims your lips, as if he was starving, your tongues doing a passionate dance, his right hand holding the back of your neck, and his left hand holds on to your lower back, as he pulls you in even closer, not breaking the kiss once, your hands raking through his hair, as you want him closer, closer than ever before. He pushes you against the wall, tugging at the hem of your shirt, helping him to remove the clothing, through the kisses, and heartbeats racing, his hand roams your body, picking you up as you wrap your legs around his waist, but as he makes his way towards the couch, not breaking the kiss, he knocks over a stack of boxes, making him stumble and come to a fall, you lay on top off him, both of you laughing so hard it echoes through the house, its the first time in a long time that this house have heard so much laughter, he pulls you in for yet another kiss, and as you two lay there on the floor in front of the fire place, exploring each other as if its for the first time, not saying much, just sweet little moans, and whimpers escapes your lips, as your bodies does the talking for you. Not really sure, when but sometime during the early morning hours, both of you have fallen asleep, entangled, skin on skin, wrapped in each other's love. 

You've woken up, by his calloused fingers running up and down your back, your head on his chest, slightly lifting your eyes too study his face, his glancing up towards the ceiling, a smile on his lips, his eyes almost sparkling, as he realizes your awake, he looks down at you, placing a kiss on your forehead, "Morning Darling" you smile as you sweet voice greets him "Morning babe"

He starts laughing a little "so last night happened" you mockingly hit his chest, "Not funny, were supposed to get a divorce" 

He looks at you, eyes filled with love "about that! I don't want to divorce you, I want to be your husband, forever like we vowed" 

Stunned "what! I thought you wanted this"

"No, somewhere during yesterday I realized, I still love, you. No! that's a lie, I never did stop loving you"

A smile forming your lips "Neither did I, I was so frustrated, I wanted you, this , us our house, but I was too afraid to say it."

Sitting upright now, taking you hands in his "Darling, that's what I want, I want us too, we can work it out, we can get through this can't we?"

Pulling the throw, a little tighter over your body, as the crisp morning air, makes you shiver a bit. "Babe I think we can, we should just make time for each other."

Nodding his head, making his longer brownish hair fall in front of his eyes, a smile forming on his plum lips, revealing the age lines around his eyes, "Yes my sweet darling, I agree, but what do you say we tear up those divorce papers, and give the two of us just one more try"

A laugh escapes your lips "Yes, a million times yes. I love you"

Leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, this time, gentle little kisses as, he whispers through the kisses I.... Love... You... Too... Darling"

You can't help but too smile through the kisses knowing your heart aren't homeless no more, your home in your husbands arms. As the two of you come up for some air, you glance at the boxes stacked everywhere, half of the house is packed up, you smile at your husband, "babe, we just have to do one more thing!"

Confused he looks at your beautiful face, "Yes my darling, and will that be."

Laughing now, "we are going too spend over off weekend unpacking and moving back into our home"

A mischievous grin on his face "Please be quiet, I haven't had enough coffee yet, to deal with this" 

The two of you burst into laughter, taking in each other, knowing there's a lot of work to do, not just the unpacking but the rebuilding of your lives together. But with your husbands hand interlacing yours, you know that it's possible, anything is possible, with the person you love the most, by your side, ready to fight for your marriage and content in knowing you love each other, you sat there with your head resting on his chest, as you watch the fire place , the way the flames dances in a fiery passion after it's ignited, brings you nope, knowing, just one more try is all you need.  

[louroth]

Hello everyone :> 

It's been a month! it's incredible how much my life has changed- while I'm still adjusting I'm just...still walking on clouds. it feels unreal. the patreon took off and I can almost make a living wage on it which is frankly fucking insane, and the discord is so vibrant it scared me for a moment (not anymore- shooting the shit with the people there is the favorite part of my day, even if I sometimes just leave a trail of emotes lskjdhajksdhkjasd.) I couldn't have asked for a better community. YES I am crying about it. Thank you, so, so much. I am cradling your face in my hands. crying.

But as always, enough of my bleeding heart. Let's get to it!

The first two weeks after posting the update, I took a sort of quasi vacation and only wrote a handful of story-words each day, and spent some time fooling around in the discord + brushed off my smut archive to refine for Patreon. There are already 4 stories up, and a new one coming tomorrow- though I haven't decided yet whether it will be possessive/jealous L sfw short or one very nasty short where you come across a particularly insistent species of vines while trekking the forest. hehe. we'll see. >:3

But, even though I had to rest not to combust after work, I am very pleased to say that the next chapter is coming along great, with the skeleton finished for its entirety, and about 45% and some change already written (it's very hard to gauge because I jump around a lot when I write.) This is the final chapter before the forest, filled with action and the heart wrenching drama of offering tenderness to a certain someone, and deciding for your hunter when enough is truly enough. I have teared up writing certain scenes and I genuinely cannot wait for you to experience this next part yourselves. 

It is so funny reading things I wrote for this chapter six months ago, or longer, because I knew exactly what emotions I wanted to bake in and couldn't really nail it, but now it is coming together beautifully! Sure, it will still be wonky first draft writing, but the core is there and that is all that matters for now. I'm saying soon™ for the update for now, because I am allowing myself to adapt to writing full time- I didn't quit my job to become my own nightmare boss, and I truly want to enjoy this process. I think, in the long run, it will result in a better story. Patience is my mantra. All in due time- I cannot force quality creative work. But by everything wretched and sinful, I cannot wait to share this next part with you!!! I'm frothing at the mouth!!!

In other news, y'all. I need to get organized. I get heartburn thinking about all the different variations of files and notes and notebooks and scraps of paper and variables and branches of plot and just generally, the things to keep track of is getting to the point of a dragon hoard of scary 'oh no I forgot about that part'. I'm gritting my teeth through it until this chapter is out, but after it, I am going to spend some time to

 1) get my shit together in gorgeous, beautiful spreadsheets

2) get serious about finding beta- and proofreaders. (me @ u: 🥺)

But that's it, my friends! I scrapped an entire progress report because I started sounded corporate and listing points which was just... sad. I really hope I evolve into writing these in a more fun way, which would make them more fun for you to read too! But for now, I think this will do. I hope you have a beautiful day/night, and if you would like to see more in depth dev-logs of my writing life, or random sneak peeks, I post those weekly on patreon!

Or join our discord, which. It's just the nicest place, I can't even come up with words that do it justice. It's my favorite daily newspaper.

Until next time! x

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, tetsuro kuroo, yuji terushima, yu nishinoya, shoyo hinata, daichi sawamura, kenma kozume, hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa + takahiro hanamaki, kotaro bokuto, tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, osamu miya, eita semi

gender neutral! reader

     ➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  he would definitely take you out to get milk bread with him before taking you in his car to go to his special spot where he admires the stars

⌗  seeing as oikawa is a total geek who believes in aliens, i'm sure some part of him also finds astronomy interesting so he'll definitely start going on about that

⌗  "ahh y/n-chan! i'm so glad you're okay with this, iwa-chan's always making fun of me for liking this kind of stuff!!"

⌗  while you guys could just lay down on the grass — he prefers wrapping his arms around you and resting your head on his chest

⌗  "i'd say you're as pretty as the stars, but it'd take an infinite amount of them to compare to you, y/n-chan~"

     ➫    𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢   𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  cat café for sure, then movies at home;  i don't make the rules 😗✨

⌗  you'd think he was bringing you there to pet cats and stuff but in all honesty — he wants to do it just as bad

⌗  "oya? y/n-chan, you should totally try these ears on, hmm? it'd be a cute look for ya~ i'm sure the team would enjoy it. wouldn't you agree?"

⌗  the teasing would never end, i can tell you that at least..

⌗  after you guys finish up — with kuroo complaining about wanting to take all the cats home, you two end up snuggling on his couch with hot coco while putting on all the classic and iconic movies 😌

    ➫    𝓣𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔   𝓨𝗨𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  i hope you guys know how to skateboard cuz —

⌗  you can't tell me he won't take you to a skating park. i mEaN loOk aT hIM😭

⌗  if you don't know how to skate he'll definitely take the time to teach you, ofc while holding your hand so you don't fall and hurt yourself. surprisingly — he's hella patient when it comes to you.

⌗  "don't push yourself too hard y/n, i wouldn't want you to fall for me all over again!" — he would totally laugh and use cheesy pickup lines but you still love his dumbass😌

⌗  once the sun sets, y'all would definitely take cute pictures before heading off to buffalo wild wings or sumn to get sum dinner

     ➫    𝓝𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗬𝗔   𝓨𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  why go to one place for a date when you can fit like ten different dates into one?

make sure you slept the night before cuz this boy is taking you EVERYWHERE and you already know he has a never ending source of energy😭 you might need to stop for a coffee at some point — bUT DON'T GIVE ANY TO NOYA.

⌗  "y/n-chan we're totally going swimming, to the amusement park, the mall — OH AND WE NEED TO GET GARIGARIKUN POPSICLES!!"

⌗  he'll drag you everywhere, but you're happy to get tired as long as you're with him and having fun🥺💗

⌗  after going to like ten different places, the last destination would be at sakonoshita's where you guys would have your popsicles together and share a kiss ♡︎

     ➫    𝓗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔   𝓢𝗛𝗢𝗬𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  the amusement park, that's where he's taking you — but first, he'll ask you to set for him at the park before going LMAO

⌗  on his way to pick you up he'll bring you meat buns while asking you to hop on his bike with him to go set at the park🥺

⌗  surprisingly the amusement park isn't all that far away and you guys manage to get there early enough to get stamps + tickets so you can try all sorts of rides out

⌗  just like he gets nervous for matches , he gets nervous for rides.. please take him to the bathroom before he finds another scary tall ass mf —

⌗  "y/n-channn this embarrassing.. i can go on my own y'know! i doubt dai ou-sama's here today.." — idc if he says no, go with him😐

     ➫    𝓢𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔   𝓓𝗔𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  alright dadchi here is hella classy, so he'd either take you to a really fancy dinner or — dinner at home cuz he can definitely cook :D

⌗  he'd pick you up from your house and say hi to your parents while assuring he'd take care of you🥺

⌗  he'd get you roses for sure or some sort of pretty flowers 😭💘💘

⌗  "wow i thought these were beautiful when i got them for you, but they could never compare to you, y/n" — he'd be blushing too, daichi doesn't use a lotta pickup lines 😭

because my man knows chivalry and how to be a gentleman, he'd pay and even get you a dessert to split together :'o

     ➫    𝓚𝗢𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘   𝓚𝗘𝗡𝗠𝗔   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  after successfully dragging kenma away from his gaming console, you end up taking him to an arcade. it's a small improvement, okay??

⌗  he's reluctant, but sometimes going to retro arcades can be fun and they have GOOD ASS snacks so he luckily wasn't all that difficult with you — you'd have to tell kuroo about this later cuz 🕺🏽✨

⌗  after playing a bunch of fighting games and even air hockey — you end up dragging his ass to dance dance revolution😭

⌗  "y/n you do realize i can hardly roll out of bed, you really expect me to do this?"

⌗  he complains a little at first, but after dancing a few rounds, you coulda sworn you saw his lips curl up a just a little 👀

    ➫    𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜   𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  i feel like iwa would take you to the park for a cute picnic. simple, but sweet

⌗  he'd bring a whole picnic basket with snacks and i headcannon that he can cook, so he definitely made sumn

⌗  because he isn't good with romance, he reluctantly went to tooru for help — who could NOT stop running his mouth.. he got hit with a volleyball afterwards tho😔

⌗  "so i went to that trashykawa for help, what does it matter?! i wanna be able to make shit nice for you!" — iwa are you blushing??🤨

⌗  i imagine there somehow being fireworks that night — don't ask me why and he'd totally lean in to share a kiss with you — while you're caught off guard ofc🚶‍♂️

     ➫    𝓜𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗡   &&   𝓜𝗔𝗞𝗞𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  ramen date for sure cuz mattsun is lazy but wants some good ass food and who doesn't like ramen😗

⌗  lowkey feel like y'all would run into makki who just — ends up joining your date 😭 oh to be blessed by the presence of matsuhana✨

⌗  these two would seem normal at first , definitely no bad intentions until you see less noodles in your bowl each time you look from one to the other😐

⌗  "it was makki / mattsun —  " in sync :^

⌗  honestly your date with them is just pure crackheaded energy.. but you have a good time with them and they end up walking you home where you kiss both their cheeks before going inside🥺💘

     ➫    𝓑𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢   𝓚𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  y'all are going to get sum good ass bbq at a secret but underrated place in tokyo✨

⌗  this crackheaded owl will definitely show up to your house uninvited and drag your ass out cuz he's cool with your family😭

⌗  "y/n-chan i'm amazing aren't i?! even akaashi said this was a good idea!"

⌗  he would talk your whole ear off about his accomplishments in volleyball and would even start talking about akaashi LMAO but you find it cute to watch him be so positive and energetic

⌗  please watch your food cuz you already know he's gonna grab those chopsticks and snatch every piece even out of arm's reach🖐

     ➫    𝓚𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  mr. awkward here doesn't know any better so he bought tickets to a professional volleyball match😪

⌗  he's just a lil blueberry who loves his milk and you can't possibly say no to him, so of course you go. surprisingly it's extremely fun and watching him light up like a little kid is just the cutest sight

⌗  "  i.. dumbass, i'm not blushing!" yeah ok

⌗  you'd tease him for sure after the match finishes and in response — ah.. expect him to get you back for that later😭

⌗  since he found it a little selfish that he made you do something of his interests, he ends op offering to buy you ice cream at a cute vintage parlor so y'all can take cute pictures of sharing ice cream ✨

     ➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓐𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  did someone say beach?

⌗  okay but fr — he wants to take you to the beach and even try out volleyball on the sand there too — aside from swimming ofc and possibly dragging you to try out some kind of crazy watersport😭

⌗  y'all would have some seafood in a cute little restaurant on the beach and have snowcones afterwards

⌗  "oh? y/n-chan, you've got a little something there," he says this as he wipes your cheek and totally gives you the side eye while licking his finger😐

⌗  you already know this man finna come from behind, wrap his arms around your waist and sprint to the shore as he tosses you in before joining🐒

    ➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓞𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  i feel like osamu would like to spend your date together at home with takeout — probably chinese and i don't blame him😍

⌗  y'all would play some board games together — with you complaining halfway about losing monopoly to him for the 36289292th time🧎

⌗  y'all would stay up LATE just playing those games and then watching movies afterwards

⌗  LOTS of snacks and we can't forget that glorious takeout food. he'd make tea somewhere in between too

⌗  "y/n, i understand you want to win, but we can't play all night y'know — you need your rest for tomorrow."

     ➫    𝓢𝗘𝗠𝗜   𝓔𝗜𝗧𝗔   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  do not tell me he does NOT have money — hE GOES TO SHIRATORIZAWA COME ON Y'ALL

⌗  he's taking you to the mall cuz he wants to shop for some new clothes and spoil you rotten, i mean it —

⌗  you'd try and hold the bags at the very least since he paid for everything, but in the end he ends up taking everything in one hand and uses his free one to hold yours🥺

⌗  "hey, if i'm taking out, i'll treat you like complete royalty," get your sunglasses ready for that smile you guys —

⌗  after a good two hours of shopping, he'll take you to a cute bakery nearby and split your favorite dessert with you ♡︎

notes. reviving the hq tag? ahahaha.. anyway don’t mind any typos these are old asf..

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[foxglovegames]

Sorry, please ignore my previous message—that was sent before I could even type anything 😭.

Just wanted to scream about the Adrian and Hazel DLC, which I finally finished, and how I lost it entirely at the whole "Uncle Jacey" and "pregnancy" thing (Cameron, you shit-stirrer). Also, just how Adrian didn't totally deny the possibility of it happening soon-ish (I see you devs with that Hazel and Sina comment, pfft). Also, just Caroline being dragged away from hovering on their engagement is the funniest thing I've read—let her cook! She was their first shipper and has been waiting years for this! Hazel returning the head pats and constantly playing with Adrian's hair, too? Devs, you spoil us 🥺. Speaking of, THANK YOU FOR THE ZOE AND JACE FOOD IN HAZEL AND ADRIAN'S DLC. I love those two as much as I do Hazel and Adrian (and am doing them next), and to see they're romantically tangled in that timeline has me 😤. Does Jace ever get the guts to finally ask Zoe out? The people me want to know and how much groveling begging did Zoe make him do for making her wait? I didn't get to message y'all after doing Stephanie's base route either because things got tumultuous on my end, but she is soooo cute (Stephanie stans, I get it now) and want to throw some Stephanie x Jace love, because I don't think I've seen any content of them here??? I was laughing so hard throughout their route during a hard time, so it really alleviated my mood. Also, Jace getting a taste of his own medicine with an older, protective brother? Justice. Also, just screaming about their height difference. Jace and Hazel's bond in this route too was ❤️. Anyway, will go on to play the rest of the DLC, but thank you, Clara and Millie, for a fun game ❤️. I'm so excited for Burn the Midnight Oil and which vampires/demons I'll sell my soul to—I mean, smooch.

No worries, haha! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us again, they're so much fun to read. 💜

Also, just Caroline being dragged away from hovering on their engagement is the funniest thing I've read—let her cook!

We wish we could have shown Caroline trying to plan one of the twins' weddings, we feel like that would have been quite chaotic but very fun lol

Does Jace ever get the guts to finally ask Zoe out?

For the sanity of everyone involved, let's hope the answer to that question is yes haha

Hope you enjoy the rest of the DLC! And thank you for your excitement for our next project - although it's got quite different vibes from Trouble Comes Twice, we're working hard to make it a fun experience for you guys so it's always nice to know there's people looking forward to seeing more of it. 😭💜✨

[soaps-mohawk]

Hi!

Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to say thank you so much for sharing your talent for writing with us. Your writing has so much personality and your prose is so fluid and entertaining!!

Every Saturday (since I started reading the fic ofc), I get so excited when I see the taglist notification. Sometimes I can't help myself and I read it right away because I'm so eager, and sometimes I force myself to have self control and wait until before bed to read it, just so I can end my day on a good note. When I read your writing, I'm smiling and giggling almost the whole time, it always puts me in a good mood. I always look forward to your posts, even if it's not a new chapter, I enjoy reading your thoughts and responses to your readers as well🫶🏼

But, although your writing is amazing and you have lots of people eager to read the next chapters of the story, please take care of yourself. Your value as a writer is not determined by how much you write or how fast you write it. I don't know you personally, but you seem like a really cool person. I just wanted to remind you to eat, sleep, drink water, spend time with friends and family, etc, because you deserve to be happy too, especially since you're giving us readers so much happiness through your writing.

Anyways, sorry that got so long, i got a little carried away 😅 I'm kind of a passionate person (couldn't you tell lol) No need to respond to this, I just hope you see it and remember to take breaks and extra time if you need it. Your readers will be excited for whenever you decide to post, even if it's not every week :)

-Nova

Hi!!! You're never a bother to me!!! 🥺 This was so sweet to see in my inbox. Thank you, really. It makes me so happy to see the reactions and hear how much everyone is enjoying the story. It's what keeps me going. Sure, I write mostly for myself, but I share it so others can enjoy it, and seeing others enjoy it really is just so motivating. Y'all are the reason the fic has even made it this far. I know I say that a lot, but it's the truth.

I'm working on taking care of myself and not treating myself like a content machine. I know I tend to get excited and want to release chapter after chapter so that people can see what happens in the fic and so I can get to all the exciting parts faster. I know that's the quickest way to burn out though, because I've done that to myself before. I don't really want that to happen, so I've been giving myself some grace and allowing myself to take my time with this fic.

Don't forget to take care of yourself too. Life is hard and it's easy to forget to do that.

[bellaxgiornata]

Hey!! I dont know how to start this but i hope you doing great after all the chapters and dialogues between Mikey, Matt and Frank that you have been gracing us for the passed few days, i am obsessed with it.

I also want you to know that i'm so thankful, I stumbled on your blog and read the series FTAD. It will always be near and dear to my heart as it is the reason it awakened my sleeping desire on our lovely Matt.

You are truly an amazing writer. I'm a little shy on sending this cause mostly i'm lurking on the comment section.

But if you ask me, on a scale of one to ten, how much i regret being your follower? (FTAD, The Night you Met reference).

10 will always be my answer. 🥰🥰

Hi friend!! 💕

I'm so glad you enjoyed all the little internal dialogue things I posted over the past week! And ahh yes! I'm glad you've been enjoying the new updates I've put out since returning home! I've been doing great, though I'll admit that I am in a bit of a writing slump these past couple of days, but I think my brain is rusty from so much time away from it this past week. Pretty much I have written almost every single day since last November 😅 So that was a long break to me!

I am so incredibly thrilled that you found my blog, too! And I am BEYOND EXCITED to hear that FFTD awakened a dormant love for Matt Murdock that you had 🙌🏻❤️ Omg what a compliment! But FFTD Matt is like...such a perfect Matt, it's hard not to fall for him 🥺

Thank you so much!! ❤️ That means a lot to me to hear you enjoy my work and that always makes my time on these stories feel so worthwhile. Please do not feel shy at all! I absolutely love chatting with all of y'all! It is probably my favorite part of sharing my writing. Though I totally understand, I was always a lurker until a few months ago (which probably seems hard to believe because like, I'm such a wordy commenter 😅).

AND OMG YOU DID NOT JUST MAKE THAT REFERENCE!!! 😭❤️

Just me over here emotional, don't worry about it. I'm truly happy you're here, friend! And thank you so much for taking a moment to leave such a wonderful message. You and this message are the reason my ass is sitting down to see if I can form some cohesive paragraphs and write tonight!

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I posted 5,790 times in 2022

That's 5,782 more posts than 2021!

2,746 posts created (47%)

3,044 posts reblogged (53%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sing-against-the-sky

@sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

@ejacutastic

I tagged 3,395 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#gvf - 2,220 posts

#greta van fleet - 2,168 posts

#josh kiszka - 1,897 posts

#jake kiszka - 1,876 posts

#danny wagner - 1,861 posts

#sam kiszka - 1,828 posts

#jake gvf - 1,815 posts

#josh gvf - 1,810 posts

#danny gvf - 1,787 posts

#sam gvf - 1,769 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#im going crazy im giggling like an idiot at my desk my coworker asked me whats so funny and im just laughing bc what am i supposed to do??

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Neon Moon- S.F.K

Authors Note:

Haven't been able to stop thinking about making another period piece, but this time, The Wild West! I've been on a real Sam high lately and I can't stop thinking about how perfect long haired Sammy would look dressed as a cowboy, so I thought this would be a good story for him, plus I'm from the south so this was a lot of fun to write.

Synopsis:

You and your least favorite cowboy on the ranch have to ride out on a cattle drive alone together until one night tensions run high under the moonlight.

Word count: 9.9K (this is becoming a pattern)

WARNING: 18+ Minors DNI, Enemies to lovers smut, but make it a western. Swearing, alcohol, minor injury, fingering, light spanking, raw doggin' (wrap before you tap it with a cowboy babes).

Pairing: Cowboy!Sam x female reader

Let me know what you think, I love hearing from y'all! Let me know if you wanna be tagged in a future post and hit up my messages if you want a request for a future story! YEEHAW!

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384 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

#4

Mended. J.M.K

Author’s Note: This story holds alot of my own bullshit from my past and kind of my journey back to self acceptance and letting go of what had been done to me. I'm hoping you guys enjoy my story, I've been wanting to move this pain into art and something that doesn't just belong to me anymore.

Requests:

Anon:

From the prompts, can u do something with Josh using: “ when i am near you, i finally know how it feels to breathe without worry, without caution. i just feel safe with you… “Like the reader had been in a toxic relationship prior to meeting Josh and when she feels how comfortable he makes her feel she confesses this quote to him??? And the whole thing is all fluffy and heartfelt🥺🥰😍😭 thank u sis for feeding us so well😩😩😩

And this Anon as well, I sort of added them to the pot!

Anon:Ok I’m shy but here I go😭🙈

Can you do something with the prompt:

“Just do what feels good baby, there’s no rush…”

Like maybe it’s her first time ✨riding✨ him and he’s kinda helping her and encouraging her? Something along those lines🥰

I kind of combined both of these requests for this fic!

Synopsis: After being with your boyfriend for so long, the two of you find yourselves sharing a long awaited first time.

Word Count: 6.2k (bit of a breeze eh?)

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Very very fluffy, very sweet, very smutty. Foul language, oral, mentions of past sexual abuse and sexual trauma. (Wrap it before you tap your beautiful boyfriend)

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391 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

#3

Snow Angel. J.M.K

authors note:

This is the first gvf one shot I've ever written and it's been ages since I've written like this before so I hope you enjoy it.

Synopsis:

On your vacation to a ski resort you run into the sexiest man on the mountain who practically saves your life.

Word count: 9.9K

WARNING: 18+ Minors DNI, fluff, definitely smutty, very smutty, praise, swearing, alcohol, oral (f recieving), raw doggin' (wrap before you tap). Mentions of injury and surgery (not crazy).

Pairing: Josh x female reader

Please let me know what you think!

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448 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#2

Take aways from the new Danny interview

Jake is the best cook, "from pasta to making a soup that takes 3 days"

Josh is the most particular about the band

Danny and Sam can read music Josh and Jake cannot but they say it's really not something they have to do alot

Heat Above was written 6 or 7 years before TBAGG and is the oldest song on the album

At camp fires Danny will either play on a cardboard box and bang on that or usually will play guitar

"I'm not a brother by blood but I am a brother."

They all stink after a show and all their wardrobe stinks.

Sam and Josh wash their feet right after a show and they all shower after to try and ground themselves (like duh but thank god)

Danny hasn't really Googled himself besides to see if they have his height right and when their tour dates are because he forgets

The boys had Thanksgiving together during the pandemic

Metallica is super fuckin nice

Describes himself as the most introverted in the band and is nervous to go up and introduce himself to big time artists at festivals (like girl me too I'd be so scared)

They enjoy making music videos alot (didn't say anything about any new ones or broken bells)

"New music is coming sooner than you think"

I love Danny omg he's so polite and sweet and I wanna kiss him all over.

https://youtu.be/AQnevMMLUKQ

496 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Feather Light- J.M.K

Author’s Note:

This is in response to an anon request I got asking for a tantric sex smut with Josh. I hope you can’t tell how little I know about tantric sex aside from the smut I’ve read on this godforsaken hell-site, but hey I had fun and I bet you will too! Also, I googled harem pants to see if they were what I thought they were called and now it's the only ad I get on instagram now so that’s cool.

Synopsis:

After so many relationships and sexual partners, you just can’t seem to find any real release, well, that’s until you met Dr. J.M.K.

Word count: 8.1K (some light reading)

WARNING: 18+ Minors DNI, smut but make it Dr. J.M.K, tantric sex, swearing, raw doggin' (wrap it before you tap your spiritual psychology teacher).

Pairing: Dr. J.M.K x female reader

I love hearing from all of you and what you think of my writing. Let me know what you’d like to see, any requests or if you would like to be added to my taglist for future stories! Love y’all!

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905 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

This is honestly so insane to me. I made this account just around the beginning of this year just because I wanted to give Snow Angel a home and seeing it in my top 5 posts means a lot. I cannot believe the journey that this has taken me on. I am incredibly thankful of all the love you have not only shown me, but the love you have shown for my stories. I've always loved to write and I am so happy that you all seem to enjoy what I write and I am so thankful for that. You all mean the world to me, every last comment, note, funny tag and reblog means the absolute world to me and I am forever grateful and blessed for your support.

To another year on this hellsite surrounded by endless Gresties and friends. I love you all.

[flowerbeds-and-fairywings]

Howdy Wren!

It's been so long, please know I've been thinking of you and hope you're doing well- my ask box is always open for you to come share things that have made you happy recently and of course to talk about your different f/os and what y'all have been up to :D! Likewise, my DMs are always open for you to chat anytime ✨️💙

I wanted to tell you that recently, I've read a good amount of different Austen books- I've reread Pride & Prejudice, read Persuasion, and am going to try reading Emma soon! What is your favorite book from Austen's works? I think I'm very fond of Pride & Prejudice most but Anne from Persuasion is such an endearing character 🥺!! She reminds me of some of my QPs ;--;

Also, I finally got my hands on a copy of Les Misérables! I wish I could read it with you ;--;! I've been enjoying finally reading about dear Jean (just finished the whole Bienvenue backstory which was also! Very enjoyable!) and am excited to read about Cosette (I hope I get inspired to write more fics about those two and Mercedes sometime soon :'>) and also learn more about your boyo, Combeferre first hand!

I hope this finds you in good health and good cheer!

Tex @tex-treasures

@tex-treasures

hello tex !! let me say it’s always a joy to receive asks from you, they always make me smile and it makes me feel so special ✨ it’s like a little letter !!

aw, thank you 🥺 the same is true for you !! you’re welcome to stop by anytime. i haven’t been too active recently due to irl and personal things, but i’m starting to feel better, so i do hope to be a little more active here soon ú^ù i do miss it !!

oh my goodness ? i hope you’re enjoying them !! i love the austen stories. pride & prejudice is my favourite, definitely !!! after all, my beloved mr. bingley happens to be from it ( we … might be courting 💕 ) !! however, i do really like persuasion. it’s such a sweet story. the 2007 film made me cry, in a good way !! i definitely recommend watching it once you’ve read the book. i do also really like emma, though ! mr. knightley is definitely one of my favourite austen characters. ✨

omg !! good luck with the brick !! i’m so glad you’re getting to really enjoy reading about your man ✨ be careful of when mr. hugo starts talking about mysterious men with incredible strength that definitely aren’t valjean …. because it’s probably valjean 👀😂 . i’m excited for you to properly meet combeferre !! … although, it will be a while until you get there 😂 he doesn’t show up until book four, chapter one ( marius, “a group which barely missed becoming historic” ) , and even once he does show up, he doesn’t .. get much appearance time. i still love him, though, very much !!! and i hope you get to have a fun time properly meeting him and the other amis ✨

this message has certainly given me a smile to receive, and a smile to respond to ✨

i hope you’re doing well !! good vibes are coming your way !! 🌸✨

[wodenscild]

THIS BITVH

Listen that frog calls me his brother is cute n' all but please. I am not little. In fact i am way taller than him its not fair :-;

Also me and MA2 made a secret language and it's really easy but will i tell you? Depends. Maybe i want a secret language for only me and MA2

Also i saw that galaxy (maybe ye and Fenix too) are tryna figure me out by how i type. Well pirate accent is a thing i made to prevent that bc i am smort. But also there's so much more that you could use to find me... Like the things i do in a day, (Wich ye know a lot of so that's a easy one) the times i am online, the things i collect, my name... Even my zodiac sign- it can all betray me but also I try to only give info that isn't on my blog- even that could help y'all...

THE POINT IS THAT ITS JUST AS HARD TRYNA STAY IN THE VOID AS Y'ALL TRYNA PULL ME OUT OF IT :-;. Its difficult and i will eventually fail to stay unknown- Don't ye dare stop tryna detect it's also quite fun

ALSO because i am a terrible person i made mystery anon saga lore. I don't know i can't seem to turn my brain off BUTT if ye wanna hear it /•^•\ < - - my face rn

Haha my humor lmao

-Mystery anon 1

HI RASHE SORRY I HACENT REPLIED IN SO LONG I JUST HAVENT HAD MUCH SOCIAL ENERGY UNTIL NOW!! It has been- a tad busy with university & work & sorting things out with my roommate to be ToT

Hhhhh next week is the start of my 5 weeks leave from work so I should have more energy to do other things. Next week I am starting my sociology essay too!! It is worth 40% of my marks, & the topic question is: “In what ways might different social expectations about love, marriage, & family life increase or decrease the possibility of DA”- so… it is gonna be a BIT hard- O_O it is only 1,800 words but so it won’t be too bad I hope ToT

:0000 PLEASE DO SHARE THE LANGUAGE IF YOU WISH!!! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IT 🥺🥺 tho I totally get if you wanna keep it a secret uwu Also I will be completely honest, I don’t feel much pressure to track you down :3 I enjoy this getting to talk to you :D it is nice to have a sort of name to peg you with as well!! That way when I get an ask I can be to my friends “:00 RASHE SENT ME AN ASK SO BELOVED ❤️❤️❤️”

& yes please 🥺 tell me about the lore- given my attitude I would like to imagine I am the equivalent of the lil girl in a horror movie making besties with ghost/demon while parents Galaxy & Fén are trying to figure out wtf you are XD I love that <33

Anyway imma try to message you more hereafter!! Sorry about my disappearance <33 ILYSM & I’ll see you around!

[yns-world]

the intros make me so happy 🥺 can you do some with nightwolf, hanzo, kung lao, and fujin where the reader is super kind and always tries to help others, but still never feels like they're good enough?

a/n: it makes me happy that you enjoyed them 😭 here’s your request <3

Various x Reader Comfort Intros

Characters: Nightwolf, Hanzo, Kung Lao, and Fujin

Nightwolf: “I’m certain the term is called ‘people pleasing.’”

Y/N: “Excuse me?”

Nightwolf: “You rely on the satisfaction of others in order to feel worthy.”

Nightwolf: “How many times must I tell you that you’re enough?”

Y/N: “I heard you the first time.”

Nightwolf: “You heard me, but you don’t believe me.”

Nightwolf: “My only wish is for you to treat yourself with the same kindness that you treat others.”

Y/N: “It’s…”

Nightwolf: “Difficult? I understand. Find relief in that I’ll be here every step of the way.”

(^^^hanzo with y/n)

Hanzo: “You are like the blazing leaves of the fire gardens.”

Y/N: “I don’t understand.”

Hanzo: “You light yourself up in order to please others.”

Hanzo: “You don’t have to burn yourself in order to keep others warm.”

Y/N: They roll their eyes and let out a chuckle. “You stole that from a motivational poster.”

Hanzo: “My point still stands.”

Hanzo: “Do you remember when I used to neglect myself because of how engulfed I was in my own rage?”

Y/N: “Yes…it was a dark time.”

Hanzo: “And you were the one who stuck with me. Now it’s my turn to share that kindness and support.”

Kung Lao: “What kind of beef do you have with yourself?”

Y/N: “Excuse me?”

Kung Lao: “From my perspective, your personality, brains, and kombat are all on par. So what’s this ‘problem’ that you have with yourself?”

Y/N: “When you put it like that…” They trailed off, unable to come up with a valid response.

Y/N: “How did you cope when Liu Kang became the Chosen One?”

Kung Lao: “Firstly, I didn’t beat myself up about it.”

Y/N: “Oh.”

Kung Lao: “Secondly, I knew my worth.”

Kung Lao: “Are you gonna finally realize your worth or do I gotta beat it into you?!”

Y/N: They were too stunned to speak.

Kung Lao: “Be prepared to have the nonsense beat into you!”

Fujin: “What’s on your mind, my sweet?”

Y/N: “I never feel like I’m good enough for you, or for anybody.”

Fujin: “Oh how I wish you could see yourself through the world’s eyes.”

Y/N: “I don’t know why you put up with me.”

Fujin: “It’s blasphemous to insult a god’s lover.” He kept his tone light, a smile on his face.

Y/N: “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” They smiled back, their mood lifting.

Fujin: “The world loves you, dear.”

Y/N: They raised an eyebrow in doubt. “How do you know?”

Fujin: “It’s something a god knows.”

a/n: thanks for the requests besties <33 i'll be sure to get to them soon :)

i'm also working on a little something for rain 🤭

as always, requests are open! please check my pinned post for request rules :)

i hope y'all have a great day! see y'all in the next post <3

[cancerfairy]

hi!!! i hope you’re doing well 💏 Taurus venus culture? 🥺 if ure comfy, specifically in the 29th deg

𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝙲𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

ꕤ they're sooo consistent when they're in love

ꕤ usually homebodies

ꕤ might have square or boxy jaws

ꕤ have the most soothing voices

ꕤ their voices might deep and smooth

ꕤ a little secretive

ꕤ they don't wanna let you know too much about them

ꕤ you rarely see these people cry & when you do it's heartbreaking

ꕤ they love the slow burn type of love

ꕤ might have thick necks

ꕤ another placement that doesn't get mad often but when they do all hell breaks loose (detriment in mars)

ꕤ the type to like going for walks

ꕤ huge movie watchers

ꕤ these people literally created sleep-overs

ꕤ big sweet tooth's

ꕤ will cook for you

ꕤ give the second best hugs besides cancer venus's

ꕤ underrated humor but especially funny when they have gemini placements

ꕤ can be very persistent if they have aries placements

ꕤ lazy when they don't want to do things

ꕤ will only work for the things they like

ꕤ have a spending problem (especially with aries placements)

ꕤ very comforting presence

ꕤ give great emotional support (exalts in the moon)

ꕤ can be very afraid of change (detriment in pluto)

ꕤ very creative and artistic

ꕤ they all remind me of flora from winx club

ꕤ a lot of them have an air of regality

ꕤ men with this placement believe in "traditional relationships" similar to cap venus

ꕤ epitome of loyal - if you caught them cheating no you did not

ꕤ they have underrated humor but they're especially funny if they have gemini placements

ꕤ can be very blunt at times but their intent is not to hurt your feelings

ꕤ these people love cuddling/snuggling even if they don't admit it

ꕤ will hug you 30 times a day

ꕤ have a specific meal they'll eat for a week straight then they'll be disgusted of it

ꕤ these mfs are elegant

ꕤ ofc they're a tiny bit stubborn just don't tell them what to do

ꕤ can be a little possessive but won't show it

ꕤ idk why but they have a lot of hair and it's usually dark

ꕤ also might have almond eyes

ꕤ the women are usually curvy

ꕤ the men are usually stocky

ꕤ every taurus venus is attractive i don't make the rules

ꕤ ik y'all love bubble baths

ꕤ they sleep a lot too

ꕤ absolute shopping addicts!!

ꕤ they'd definitely spoil you especially at the leo degree (29°)

ꕤ their love language might be physical touch too

ꕤ not the type to lose feelings easily unless they have gemini placements maybe

ꕤ you can tell they're in love w you when they constantly offer you things

ꕤ bc they'll share everything with you when they love you

ꕤ also they'll physically do things for you if they love you (acts of service)

ꕤ all taurus placements will people please when they're in love

can someone pls request taurus moon bc i really wanna do it.. not bc i'm a taurus moon haha

anyway hope you enjoyed c:

[babeydollx]

Like Candy {Austin North}

Warnings: cursing, talk about sex, adult content, nudes

Pairings: Austin North x Fem!Reader

Summary: Late at night you get a text from your boyfriend Austin which was not unusual since he messaged you every night to say goodnight but, you soon realize that he's not texting you to say goodnight.

Word Count: 500+

You were all snuggled up in your blankets in bed when your phone buzzed. You picked up your phone and looked at the notification. It was a text from Austin. You smiled when you saw that he messaged you.

He must have been texting you to tell you goodnight and stuff. You opened up the notification to see what the message said even thought you already kinda figured that it was just a goodnight text.

When you opened up the message, it was not the usual message he sent you at night.

Austin: Hey baby, I miss you... 😖

Y/N: Aww... I miss you too baby 🥺

Austin: I honestly miss everything about you right now. I miss your beautiful eyes, your cute smile, the way you hug me and hold onto me so tightly, your snuggles and nuzzles.. but there are also others thing I miss about you so much right now.

Y/N: What do you mean?

While you were waiting for Austin to answer, you herd your phone buzz. You looked at your phone and saw that he messaged you but, there was an attachment. You corked your brow confused but decided to open it.

You gasped when you saw the image he send you and your eyes widened slightly. It was a photo of his cock. It was so painfully hard, red and throbbing. Of course this was nothing you had not seen before but, you were shocked that he sent this. His hand was also wrapped around his cock as if he was getting himself off.

Austin: Does that prove to you how much I fucking miss you right now?

Y/N: Well, yeah it does. I didn't know you were horny for me right now.

Austin: Fuck, all I can think about is you and your perfect, pink pussy.

Y/N: Fuck baby, if you keep taking about how hot and bothered you are, you're going to make me hella horny too.

Austin: Well, maybe that's what I want to happen. I want to feel your lips around my hard cock and I want to feel your pussy clenching around me, squeezing me so tightly. I miss the taste of your pussy, fuck it tastes just like candy.

Y/N: Are you touching yourself right now?

Austin: Fuck yes. Of course I am fucking touching myself right now. Just the thought of you makes me want to touch myself.

Y/N: Fuck Austin, you have no idea how badly I need you now.

Austin: I can be over in 5 minutes.

Y/N: Fuck yes please come over baby.

Austin: On my way now. You better be ready for me by the time I get there.

Y/N: I'll be ready for you, I promise.

After the texts you shared with Austin, you were so excited to see him and you couldn't wait for him to come over.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this story!

[pentechnics]

Puzzle Piece

Chapter 12 of Of Love and Time

Summary: Your sickness takes over. A surprise visitor just might have an unexpected cure. You discover a space filling up that you didn't even know was empty.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (no y/n)

Series content: teacher/parent AU, fluff, slow burn, lots of mutual pining, sexual tension, mentions of past trauma (tagged in detail for specific chapters), depictions of violence (nothing explicit, no gore), angst, a dash of hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, Grogu is at the equivalent age of a human 4-year-old and can speak

Notes: Y'ALL. Okay. I seriously need your attention for a sec before you start reading. This chapter right here? This is the chapter. The one I've been waiting to write ever since I thought of this idea, which happened around when I posted chapter 2 or 3. I have poured my entire soul into this one and I am SO HAPPY with it. I fought so hard with myself, wondering if it was ready to post or not, and I'm not sure why, but it's here now and I hope y'all enjoy. I have been dying to share it with you!! But this is where things get tricky and I'll need your help. I'm worried that now that I've written this one, that I might lose motivation for this story. Especially as new fic ideas start to crowd my brain. I'm 100% still writing this fic and seeing it through to the end, fret not, but it's just that chapters might take a bit longer to get out than they have so far. So just pls keep up the love and let me know you're still invested! It'll definitely help with my motivation! Also if any fellow fic writers have any advice for this phenomenon?? It'd be greatly welcomed and appreciated! 🥺

Okay, that's all! Thank you for your attention! Please enjoy this Long Boi and let me know what you think! I'll say this now because I have a feeling I'll be saying it a lot as you all react: you're welcome, and I am sorry. 😜

I'm beyond grateful for all the love you continue to give this story. It means the world to me! I love you all so much! ❤️

As always, taglist is under the cut! Let me know if you'd like to be added!

Chapter content: mention of vomiting, nothing descriptive

“...Din?”

It was hardly a whisper. You were frozen in place, staring at Din, who stood on your porch with several bags cradled in his hands. His brown shoulder bag was also slung across his body. Butterflies filled your gut as if a box filled with them had been opened, releasing them to freedom. You blinked several times to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

“Are you okay? I… heard you weren’t well.”

The sound of his velvety voice after so long felt like a splash of cool water on your burning face. You took in a gulp of air.

“I-um, yeah, just a little under the weather.” You hated how coarse you sounded, but pushed the thought away and stood to the side, opening the door for him.

“Come in.”

He nodded and made his way through the door. Your mind was racing with questions — the loudest one being how you were supposed to treat this encounter. You stepped toward him after shutting the door and took a breath, gesturing to what looked like every grocery item the planet had to offer.

“What’s all this?”

Din set the bags down before looking back at you. “I was asked to deliver something to you.”

“Was it the entire grocery store?” You teased, trying to add a little laugh that came out sounding like a dying Loth Cat.

Din reached into his shoulder bag and produced a large piece of yellow poster paper.

“This is from your students.”

Your lips parted as you looked between Din and the paper, your frail hands accepting it from him. The cover read ‘Get Well Soon!’ in very squiggly writing, along with a variety of little drawings — planets, creatures, hearts and other shapes, even some portraits of the artists themselves — surrounding the words. You bit your lip as your heart swelled.

You opened up the card to find fourteen little messages with a signature and drawings next to each one. They wished you well, said they missed you, and sent you soup and other treats via their drawings. It was all so precious. But the message that had you fighting tears was near the bottom on the right side, next to a heart and a familiar-looking drawing of a Blurrg:

“You can count on us too, Miss! Like 1 2 3! We love you, feel better soon! -All of us”

You cupped your mouth with a hand and took in a breath through your nose while you took in the sweet words. Their kindness sent a wave of warmth through you, like a fuzzy blanket tucked around your heart. It was overwhelming. You closed the card and held it to your chest, watery eyes returning to Din.

“Thank you for delivering this. It means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

You glanced back down at the pile of bags at Din’s feet.

“So then, what’s up with all that?”

Din looked at the pile as well, gloved hand coming up to scratch his neck.

“I-uh, wasn’t sure what you liked, so I picked up a few different things.”

Your mind went blank. You opened your mouth to say something, but your brain wasn’t producing any words.

“I wasn’t sure what you were sick with, either, so I brought stuff to help different problems.”

“You-... you got all this for me?” you asked, your tone betraying your disbelief.

“Din, you didn’t have to do that-”

“I know.”

His gaze snapped to you, arms snapping to his sides.

“I wanted to.”

You sighed and gave him a weak smile.

“Well, thank you. I… really appreciate it.”

He nodded before picking up a couple of the bags.

“There are some things that need to be refrigerated, could I…?” he jabbed his head towards your living room.

“Oh- yeah, of course. The kitchen’s just through there.” You stepped into the living room and pointed the way for him.

“Thank you.”

Just before you could offer to take care of it yourself, he cut you off.

“Don’t even. I’ll just be a minute.”

You were caught off guard, but recovered after a moment with a laugh and a shake of your head. You tucked the card into the space between your wall and your holo stand and stepped back to the entryway to peek in the other bags. Some crackers, various hydrators, fresh produce, and other such goodies were tucked inside.

Wait- were those your favorite cookies in there? Your brow raised as you eyed the box.

“So what have your symptoms been?”

Your head snapped up as Din re-entered the room, causing it to throb. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Um, I’ve been vomiting, my head’s hurting, chills, when I stand up I get kinda light-headed. I can’t really tell if I have a fever or not since I’ve been constantly hot and cold.”

Din didn’t answer right away. You heard a tiny beeping sound.

“You’re burning up.”

You opened your eyes and tilted your head. Din just pointed to his helmet.

“Ah, thermal map?”

He nodded.

“Very cool,” you said with a nod. He took a step towards you.

“You know, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone with symptoms like that. It could be dangerous if you faint or fall.”

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted.

He tilted his head in that exasperated way.

“You’re not standing straight, Missy.”

“Pssh,” you scoffed, “sure I am.”

You were wrong. A moment later you were falling over. Din was quick to catch you. You grasped his upper arms to steady yourself.

“Yeah, okay — I’m cashing in my winnings from the race now.”

You looked up at him.

“Let me help you. I just want to make sure you’ll be okay.”

You stared into his visor, unsure of what to do.

“Say the word and I’ll leave. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. But… I’m worried for you. If you’ll let me, I’d like to help.”

You couldn’t help feeling guilty; after everything you’d done, he still wants to help you? It didn’t make total sense, but you weren’t in a position to say no. Not when he was right and you were presently too dizzy to stand on your own. And you couldn’t lie — the last thing you wanted was for him to leave.

“... Okay.”

He let out a breathy sigh.

“Thank you. Let’s sit you down now, okay?”

You nodded and let Din walk you over to the couch. He pulled your covers up over your legs. You smiled and invited him to sit next to you. He did so, though he kept himself stiff as a board.

“So when did this start?” he asked.

“Early this morning.” you said, letting yourself hit the back of the couch. You recounted the details of waking up to a nasty surprise and then calling in sick.

“I’m sorry that happened,” he said when you finished. “It sounds familiar to me, though.”

“What do you think it is?”

“My best guess is stress,” he said as he turned his body to face you. “You might’ve put yourself through too much, and now your body’s shutting down and forcing you to rest.”

You scoffed. “Sounds like me.”

A light silence fell over you both. You were grateful it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, but the guilt of not contacting him in so long still swirled about in your mind.

“One thing that might help is letting it out. What sort of stress have you been holding?”

You looked at him with raised brows, you brain going through a checklist of what had been bothering you as of late: having feelings for Din, not knowing how to express them, knowing you shouldn’t express them — yet, at least — guilt for leaving him hanging, fear over how he felt about you now, guilt for not telling Gila about what happened and going through whatever process that would jumpstart-

Your stomach churned again. There really was a lot on your mind. You took a breath.

“Well,” you started, “I guess I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking about things. And some of it has been hard to work through.”

He motioned for you to continue.

You bit your lip. He said to let it out, right? What was the use in keeping this in, especially now that Din was right in front of you? You let your tongue take over and say the first thing to come to mind.

“I was scared you were angry with me.”

“What? Why?” He asked with a tilt of his head and a small scoff.

“I shouldn’t have run out on you like that, and I’m sorry I haven’t called or messaged you. I just needed to figure myself out and there’s so much to talk about… I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Hey, wait,” he scooched a bit closer to you. “I don’t blame you for that. Not at all.”

You looked at him. There was no way for you to visually gauge his sincerity, but you didn’t need to — it was in his voice.

“I understand that the circumstances are tricky. I knew that going into it, but I guess I couldn’t help myself.”

You gave him a little smile.

“I am sorry, though,” he continued, “I don’t regret doing it, but I do regret the pain it’s causing you.”

“I don’t regret it either, really, but I do have to report myself to the admins for it. And I just don’t know what that’s going to look like.”

He let out an irritated sigh.

“I’m so sorry, Miss.”

“Hey,” you placed a hand on his where it rested on his thigh. “I might be scared, but I can face the music. I’m just worried about what it’ll mean for you and Grogu.”

He turned his palm up to clasp your hand.

“Don’t worry about us,” he said, visor locked on you. “We’ve seen worse.”

You took in a breath and gave him a small grin.

“See? How does that feel now?”

“A little lighter.”

“Good.”

You squeezed his hand.

“Thank you for listening.”

He nodded.

“So then…” you trailed off, eyes finding his visor again. “Are we okay?”

He bowed his head down to you, scooching closer before sandwiching your hand in both of his.

“Of course.”

You smiled.

“I do think we should have an actual conversation about everything, just so we know we’re on the same page.”

“That sounds good,” he said with another nod. “But let’s wait until you’re better, okay? Wouldn’t want to aggravate your system while it’s healing.”

You grinned.

“Smart idea.”

He caressed your hand with both of his. The feeling reminded you of that night, when he drove you home and told you his name. You remembered how much you wanted to keep holding on. You took a deep breath and squeezed his hand.

Just as you were settling back into silence, your stomach lurched. Your hand flew up to your mouth. Din sprang into action and handed you one of the stray plastic bags. You projected your head into it just in time to let your body release whatever infuriating substance that remained in your stomach. Your throat burned with each heave.

After a moment you felt Din scooch closer to you, gathering your hair behind your head. One hand held it back and the other came to rest between your shoulder blades. His fingers ran slowly back and forth from their position. The sensation was so gentle and warm; it immediately began to ease the tension in your body. You sighed before your body jumped back into its protest.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Din whispered.

“Let it all out, I’ve got you.”

After some more coughs and spurts, your breathing evened out. You poked your eyes out from the bag and looked around your messy floor. The sight of discarded gloves and gauntlets had you furrowing your brow.

Your eyes widened as Din’s bare hand held the tissue box out to you.

It was beautiful — large, with thick, defined appendages. Glowing brown skin that had you gasping for breath for reasons unrelated to your health. You took a tissue to wipe off your face and kept your gaze away, a bit grateful for the excuse to hide your flushed cheeks.

After tying the bag shut Din took it from your shivering hands and set it on the floor.

“Let’s lay you back down.”

He gently gripped your shoulders and guided your weary frame back down onto the couch. He removed his cape and draped it onto you, then brought up your covers and tucked them around you.

“I’m going to go take care of this for you real quick, okay? I’ll be back.”

You whispered a hoarse ‘okay’ in response. You stared into his visor and tried to manage a little smile to show your gratitude. He gave your shoulder a small squeeze and stood from the couch. He gathered up all the bags holding the contents of your current and previous episodes from throughout the day and turned back to you.

“Is the trash bin out back?” he asked.

You nodded and pointed behind you.

“By the back door.”

He nodded and walked off. You sighed and rubbed the worn fabric of his cape between your fingers. Despite the lingering embarrassment of the situation, you were happy he was there. Both he and Gila had been right about it being a bad idea to try handling this alone. And his presence was so soothing — like reaching an oasis after spending weeks in the bone-dry desert, moments away from your last breath only to be saved by the relief of sweet water down your parched throat.

With the thought of parched throats, you eyed your water bottle on the ground. But your face immediately scrunched up at the notion of putting more things in your body. You shook your head and pulled Din’s cape over your mouth, closing your eyes and resting your head against the couch. The faint sound of running water filled your ears as you focused on your breathing.

You heard the faint tap of Din’s boots on your carpet before some shuffling, then the sound of plastic being moved about. Moments later the couch sunk beside you as Din sat back down. He brushed a stray hair out of your face before his hand came to rest on your forehead. You sighed and leaned into the contact. His skin was cool against the fresh sweat that covered yours. His thumb traced upward from your eyebrow in a continuous motion. Your muscles relaxed.

“Is that a little better?” came his gentle tone.

You nodded under his hand.

“Good. Just keep resting, okay?”

He replaced his hand with a damp cloth before he stood from the couch. You frowned and cracked your eyes open. Din was opening your living room window, mindful to keep the curtain down to shield you from the sunlight. Once he was finished, he strode across the room once more. “I’ll be right back,” he called.

You closed your eyes again. The calming sound of a wind chime swaying in the breeze flew through the window. You focused on it to keep from thinking about your stomach.

~~~

Boba finished preparing ingredients for dinner as his comm buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from Din.

‘I’m going to stay here for a while,’ it read, ‘She’s really not doing well and it’s not safe to leave her alone.’

Boba let out a small ‘huh.’ He began typing a reply.

‘Figured it was bad. We’ll take care of the child. Give her our best.’

He moved to pocket his comm when a light bulb went off in his head. He whipped the message feed back up and added another note.

‘Packed you some spare clothes in your sack. Y’know, just in case. Let us know if you two need anything.’

Boba set the comm in his pocket and headed over to where Fennec and Grogu sat on the sofa in the living room, watching a program about the misadventures of some fictional aquatic creature. They both turned to him.

“Any word from Mando?” Fennec asked.

Boba nodded.

“He’s with her now. She’s very sick, so he’ll be staying with her to make sure she’s taken care of.”

“Is Miss gonna be okay?” Grogu asked, wringing his fingers together in his lap. Fennec tugged him into her side.

“She’ll be just fine, kiddo. Promise.”

Boba nodded in agreement and knelt down to look at Grogu before adding,

“And now your papa is there to help, and he gave her the special card you all made. I bet she’ll be better even faster than you think.”

“Really?” Grogu asked with a smile.

“Maybe,” Boba said with a shrug. “It’s always possible.”

Boba gave Grogu a wink, which made him giggle.

“Miss is gonna be better soon,” Grogu said, clenching his hands into fists.

“That’s right. No need to worry, little guy.”

Boba stood and patted Grogu on the head.

“How about a little treat before dinner?”

“His dad wouldn’t be too thrilled about that,” Fennec said between chuckles.

“Well, he’s not here now, is he?” Boba replied, booping Grogu’s nose while giving him a mischievous smile.

“Shh, I won’t tell,” Grogu whispered, putting a little finger to his mouth.

The three of them shared a laugh. Boba lifted Grogu into his arms and the trio made their way into the kitchen to peruse their options.

~~~

You blinked your eyes open and immediately winced at the pain returning to your head. Din was sitting next to you, head facing the holofeed. He turned to you as you stirred.

“Hey,” he said.

He had removed his boots and the rest of his armor, the pieces sitting in a neat pile against the wall.

“Did I fall asleep?” you asked, removing the now warm cloth from your face.

“Yeah, for a little bit. How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” you said with a little yawn. “My head’s still killing me, though.”

He nodded.

“It might be a good time to try these out.”

He reached behind him and produced a box of plain crackers. You pulled the covers over your mouth.

“Don’t worry, these are meant to stay down. It’ll be a good start for your stomach.”

You looked up at him. He solidified his words with a nod.

“We’ll need to get some food in you before you can take any medicine.”

You furrowed your brow before slowly nodding and sitting up. He opened the box and handed you a packet of crackers. You took one out and examined it. Big salt crystals decorated its surface, and little holes created a neat pattern in its center.

“It’ll be okay. I’ve got you.”

You glanced at Din before taking a deep breath and biting into the cracker. Its salty flavor pleased your taste buds, and you didn’t feel any dread from your body as you swallowed.

“It’s good,” you said as you finished it off.

“I’m glad. Grogu likes these a lot. I honestly think they’re too salty.”

“The salt is the best part!” you said with a little giggle, taking out another cracker.

He laughed and shook his head.

“Just be careful, don’t eat them too fast. I’m guessing you haven’t had much food today.”

You shook your head.

“We’ll get you a real meal after your body adjusts to those. Once you’ve had a few more, try one of these.”

He reached behind him again and pulled out a bright green drink in a tiny bottle.

“This is filled with electrolytes, it’ll help replenish your body. It’s also meant to be easier on your stomach.”

“Okay,” you took the little bottle and placed it in your lap next to your crackers.

“Thank you again for all this, Din. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

He gently placed his hand on your knee.

“It’s my pleasure, Miss.”

You stared at his hand. Large and strong, easily taking up the entire surface area of your knee with space to spare. Bones protruded through the skin as his fingers moved about. A similar sense of confusion flooded your senses, just like when you saw his chin. Was this a sight you deserved to see? What made him trust you enough to be so vulnerable? You looked up at him.

“I know we said we were going to wait, but… can I ask you something?”

His visor locked onto you, his hand going stiff on your knee.

“Okay.”

“Why me?”

“What do you mean?” he asked back with a tilt of the head.

“I mean… I guess I’m just wondering how you trust me enough to do things like this-” you motioned to his bare hand before looking back up.

“We haven’t known each other very long, and I know gestures like this are a big deal, so I don’t quite understand it.”

He didn’t answer right away. A little ‘tch’ sound bounced out of his modulator before he shifted to face you.

“Let me tell you, then.”

He took his hand away from your knee and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“For me, trusting someone isn’t so much a matter of time. It’s a matter of action. Of words. I choose to trust someone after seeing for myself what makes them who they are, and how they treat other people. With you…”

His knuckles ran up and down your cheek. Your heart rate increased as electricity flowed through your face. You were blown away by how soft his skin was. You gulped and tried to focus on his words instead of the way his touch clouded your mind.

“With you, I knew I could trust you after talking to you about Grogu those first few times. It didn’t take long, because he’d come home and rave about you. And I trust his judgement. Then I’d go see you and you’d be the same way about him. That told me you genuinely cared about him.

As time went on and I saw more of you, I noticed more things that I liked. And I wanted to start trusting you… with myself.”

Your mind went blank. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Your tongue ran on without you, your brain too tired to think before speaking.

“Din,” you breathed, “how does someone as broken as me give you the confidence to do that?”

He sat straighter.

“What? Broken?”

A little shock pierced your gut. He sounded angry. You looked down at your crackers.

“I just- I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but people don’t typically stay around me for very long. Gila’s the one exception but more often than not, I’m more of a pit stop.”

You took a breath.

“Something about me makes people leave. I don’t know what, but I don’t want to disappoint you by not being capable of being constant or long-lasting. I don’t want you to regret any of these choices.”

You stared at his hand again, memorizing every curve of the bones, every little spot that decorated the beautiful skin. You took it all in as if this would be the last time you’d ever get to see it.

“Hey- look at me.”

You didn’t move. You couldn’t bear to look. Your chest fell with the heft of your words, a dull pain seeping through. He called your name as he grabbed your chin and brought your face up. You froze in his grip.

“There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing you’ve done has made you deserve to be treated badly. I need you to understand that.”

You didn’t say a word.

“And I know it hurts,” he went on, “but you can’t let those experiences stop you from letting people in. Believe me.”

All you could do was stare as he continued, hand leaving your chin and coming around to cup your cheek.

“You are an incredible person. Strong, smart, determined, feisty,” he let out a little laugh.

“… Breathtaking… in every sense of the word.”

He paused with a sigh, thumb sweeping across the apple of your cheek.

“Just because some people couldn’t handle all of that does not mean you have done anything wrong. Those traits are part of what makes you you, things I have grown to... appreciate.”

You had a feeling that last word wasn’t what he wanted to say, but you didn’t push it. You were helpless under his gaze, mind completely blank. He whispered your name, soft and tender, like he was keeping it safe on his lips. The sound of it filled your heart with warmth and life, as if a dormant volcano was suddenly erupting in your soul. His hand fell to your shoulder before he continued.

“I choose to trust you because of the person you’ve shown to me. All of those things, plus how kind, loyal, caring, selfless…”

His hand squeezed your shoulder, his other one moving to cover one of yours in your lap. How was his skin so soft? The contact sent a blaze through your every nerve.

“... and so, so much more, that you are. You deserve to have people in your life that recognize and uplift these things about you — don’t forget that.”

Those words pierced you, as if you’d been shot in the heart with a blaster. You hadn’t expected any of this. Your chest squeezed as tears pricked behind your eyes.

“You want to know what amazes me most about you?”

You didn’t speak. You hardly breathed.

“How you choose to love people. Even though life has been cold to you, you go into it with warmth. You treat everyone with the things you weren’t even getting. That kind of love is so rare. Don’t you see, that’s what defines you — the way you choose to love despite what you’ve been through. Does that really sound broken to you?”

A tear spilled from your eye. Your mind was swimming. Your heart was pounding. You stared at Din as he tilted his head closer to you, his thumb running across your knuckles. You didn’t know what else to do other than lean forward, your head falling onto his shoulder. His muscles tensed before settling again under your touch, his hands coming to rest on your back. He quietly cleared his throat before pulling you a little closer.

It was as if he’d taken your abused heart and kissed the bruises that decorated it. Not getting rid of them, but easing the ache, and then held it close to protect the fragile organ from further harm.

He held you in his arms like the most precious of gems: a gentle and firm caress that had you sighing against the fabric of his flight suit. You mumbled a little ‘thank you,’ and he squeezed your frame.

You’d never felt so at home before. He was so warm. So safe. His being encased you in a shield of soft affection that you never wanted to part from. You surrendered to the sensation, your hand coming up to rest on Din’s chest.

This was different from when he’d held you as the two of you put Grogu to bed — this was yours. Right now, he was all yours.

And you were all his.

~~~

“Yeah, I think that’s doable,” Gila said into her comm. She jotted a note down as she spoke.

“What other ideas did you have?”

A small knock proceeded Kos entering her office, waving a hand in apology. She nodded at them.

“Someone wants to see you, says it’s urgent.”

Gila scrunched her brow, ducking her head towards her comm.

“Hey- I’m going to have to call you back.”

After a brief goodbye she hung up the call and asked Kos to send in the visitor. Her brow shot up and her mouth made an ‘o’ as they walked in. Kos closed the door to her office, leaving the two alone.

“I didn’t know you were still here — what can I do for you?”

The visitor walked up and took a seat across from Gila, hands folded together in their lap.

“I need to file a report.”

~~~

You weren’t sure how long you stayed in Din’s arms before your stomach growled. To your dismay he nudged you back up and encouraged you to keep eating, separating from you aside from a hand on your leg.

Once you’d had a few more crackers and downed the little bottle of green liquid, energy slowly began to flow through your system. The dried layers of sweat on your face became more apparent when you scratched your nose. You grimaced.

“I feel kinda gross,” you said, “I think I’m okay enough to take a shower.”

“Sounds good, in the meantime I’ll get some food ready for you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“On one condition,” you held up a finger. He tilted his head.

“You make sure to eat, too. Can’t be taking care of me if you’re not also cared for.”

He scoffed.

“Says you, Missy.”

You tried to keep down a chuckle and fix him with a look.

“But don’t worry. I will.”

You smiled and poised your feet on the ground. You took a deep breath and held onto Din’s offered hand to hoist yourself up, your other one holding his cape to your frame. You wobbled a bit before finding your footing, your mind still going foggy from the movement.

Din stood with you and gathered your things into a bag.

“You okay to walk?” he asked.

“I think so,” you said, wrapping the cape around your shoulders. You took a few small steps towards the stairs, Din staying just behind you.

You made it to the staircase before you needed to stop, your body still weak and heavy. Din placed a hand on your back.

“Can you make it up?”

You took your breaths slow and deep, never feeling like you were getting enough air. You glanced up at Din with a small shrug. He stepped closer and wrapped his arm around you.

“May I?”

You nodded. But you didn’t expect him to scoop you up in his arms, balancing the bag of items in his hand while his arm came under your knees to hold you secure. You let out a little squeal; he snickered.

Your head landed in the crook of his neck. The fabric of his cowl was softer against your skin than his flight suit. Half of your face was shielded by the lip of his helmet, cloaking your vision in partial darkness. The slight turbulence that came with each step had you slightly bumping up and down in Din’s grasp, the motions relaxing you when paired with the heat from his body.

Your mind wandered to your dreams, where your head ended up in this spot almost every time. In a home, in a park, in other places you didn’t recognize. No matter the context, you gravitated to it. Now that you were actually here, it was no wonder your subconscious wanted it so badly. You fit perfectly, like this spot was made for your head to rest on. You smiled and nuzzled into the cowl, breathing in that crisp scent that always accompanied Din’s presence.

His neck muscles flexed when he swallowed. He gave you a little squeeze.

When you two made it up the stairs, you pointed the way to your room, reassuring him with a giggle that he could enter when he hesitated at the door. He set you down by your bed and began placing your essentials on your nightstand. You tossed the cape on the bed and started walking towards the bathroom.

“I’ll go start on the food now,” Din said when he finished. “Is there anything you’d like me to bring from downstairs?”

You stopped to face him and thought for a moment. You briefly remembered that cookie box you spotted and bit your lip.

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring the cookies.”

Your wide eyes snapped to him, and he laughed. He doubled over, hand on his knee, and he laughed.

There it was. The belly laugh you’d been aching to hear. Nothing was covering it up, nothing at all interrupted the path between his laugh and your ears. It only lasted for a moment but it had you gasping for air.

It was beautiful.

The ethereal sound of his baritone hysterics reverberated through every inch of your body, sending goosebumps up your arms. Your cheeks ached from the stretch of your smile.

“How did you know?” you asked, glee pouring out of your voice. He took a second to catch his breath.

“I saw you looking at them earlier. Guess I made a good choice.”

You giggled.

“Anything else?”

You shook your head.

“I think I’m good. But bring anything you want, too, and please use whatever you need. Just make yourself at home.”

“Thank you,” he said with a nod before making his way out.

You crept into your bathroom and popped into the shower. The warm water did little to help your situation. Your body was already so hot, but a cold shower would only exacerbate your symptoms. Though washing away the sweat and grime from the day still filled you with a sense of refreshment. You took your time, washing off every surface and letting the steam cleanse your sinuses.

There were moments when you’d talk yourself into staying in there just a bit longer, so that Din would have more time to eat in peace.

When you were done you changed into a clean set of pajamas and wrapped a towel around your dripping hair. Your body felt a little stronger than it had beforehand, which you were grateful for. Though your steps were still wobbly as you made your way to the door and opened it.

You stopped.

There was Din, sitting on the edge of your bed. A bowl of food sat on your bedside table behind him. The faint daylight from the window bounced off the beskar, making the chrome surfaces glitter like crystal. The image of him here, in your bedroom, having made you a meal, stirred something in you. You wanted to cry.

What gave him the right, you wondered. What gave him the right to bring you to your knees just by existing.

It was as if someone had reached into the recesses of your mind and pulled out your idea of what perfection looked like, then molded it into reality before your eyes. It seemed so natural to have him here, being part of your home. You wondered how you were ever able to live in this room alone, much less the whole house. After this, you never wanted to do that again. A small huff left your lips.

Shit, you thought.

Oh.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

Your head began to spin and your hand clenched around the doorframe. You leaned over, your free hand gripping the air as your legs began to give out.

Din looked up and immediately made his way to you, arms extended in caution. Your eyes never left him.

“Are you okay?”

You blinked as you looked into his visor. Your chest heaved with short breaths. You nodded quickly, not trusting your words to dismiss his worry. He was not convinced.

“Are you sure? Come here.”

He wrapped his arms around you and stood you up straight. He supported your frame as he brought his hand to your forehead, pressing the back of it against your freshly cleaned skin. Your eyes didn’t move from where they stared into the black abyss.

“At least you don’t feel feverish anymore. Let’s get you some food.”

You let him lead you to the bed with his hands on your shoulders.

He helped you settle in. You pulled his cape over your legs before laying against the headboard and letting him put your covers over you. He handed you the bowl. You stared at his figure: broad and strong. Hands capable of just as much gentleness as they were of wrangling bounties. The stories those hands could tell, you thought. You wanted to hear them. You took a couple deep breaths, filing away your thoughts in favor of maintaining at least some of your composure.

You tapped the bed next to you, inviting Din to sit with you. He hesitated, looking between you and the spot before rounding the bed. He stopped again and looked at you. You smiled and nodded, tapping the spot again. He slowly lowered himself down, stretching his legs out beside yours and folding his hands in his lap. The extra weight on the bed had you feeling secure; you smiled.

“Thank you for making this,” you said as you looked at the food.

It was so colorful; Din had created a soup with a clear broth, noodles, and plenty of veggies swimming with what looked like Bantha meat. You recognized most of these ingredients from the grocery bags he’d brought with him.

“I hope you like it. It usually helps me when I’m not well.”

You took a bite. Your eyes went wide.

Warmth encompassed your mouth and spread throughout your body. The combination of flavors from the produce and the perfectly prepared Bantha marched in a colorful parade around your taste buds.

Tears welled in your eyes. It had been so long since you felt this sensation.

“Is it okay?” came Din’s quiet question beside you. You nodded profusely as you swallowed.

“It’s amazing!”

You took another bite, a smile growing despite you trying to chew. Din chuckled.

“Now don’t go too fast, your stomach is still fragile.”

You nodded again. You’d forgotten about that. You slowed down the pace and put your spoon down in the bowl. You looked over at Din.

“Did you eat?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a laugh. “I had some soup downstairs.”

“That’s good,” you replied with a nod.

The two of you sat in a small silence. You took a couple more bites of your food. Even though the silence was comfortable, you started worrying that Din might be bored.

“I don’t have a holoconnection in here,” you started, ”but I do have a data pad if you want to watch something… or something.”

He hummed.

“Is there something you’d like to watch?”

“I don’t watch too many things nowadays,” you started, “but there is this one show I found that’s pretty funny. I just started it not too long ago.”

“Let’s do that,” he said, “it’ll probably help get your mind off things.”

You smiled and reached down to retrieve your data pad from your bedside, a hand keeping the soup stable on your lap. Din reached for the data pad, offering to put on the show for you while you continued eating.

“What’s it called?”

“Parks and Recreation.”

He tilted his head toward you.

“I know, it’s a weird title. But I promise it’s funny.”

He huffed and pulled it up, setting the data pad down between his legs and yours.

The next episode in your lineup played. You and Din watched along as you ate your soup. You glanced over every now and then to see if you could gauge a reaction from him.

As the episode went on you got worried; he had been letting out little laughs here and there, but you had no idea what was coming. When Ron Swanson got back together with Tami II again and things got weird, you wondered if he’d be turned off from it.

On the contrary; he laughed all the more. He asked questions. He would point and provide commentary, giving you looks that you swore you could match actual expressions to. You grinned and released the tension in your muscles. He could be very animated when he wanted to. You loved it.

You set the bowl down on your side table once you’d emptied its contents, you and Din having watched three episodes at that point. He paused the show when the third one ended and pointed towards your table.

“There’s some medicine next to your water bottle. It’ll help with your head.”

You gulped it down along with another tiny green bottle that Din had set there for you. You settled back down with a full stomach, a sigh escaping your lips.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Better,” you said as you smiled at him. “Thanks to your expert care.”

He chuckled.

“I’m glad.”

He lifted his hand, keeping it still in the air for a moment before placing it on your thigh.

“I… I was worried.”

Your heart swelled at the crack in his voice. He ran his thumb back and forth on your leg. When you looked up at him, his gaze was fixed on his hand.

“I’m sorry to have worried you, Din. I promise I’ll be okay.”

“I know,” he said, looking up. “You’ll be just fine.”

You smiled. A pleasant silence cloaked you both for a moment before you heard a faint beep.

“Oh-” Din breathed as he pressed the side button on his helmet.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Yes, Fett’s just updating me on Grogu.”

“Ah,” you started, “how is he?”

“He was worried about you, too. Made sure to tell him that you’d be okay before I left.”

“Aw, that angel,” you whispered as your heart squeezed.

“He wanted to come along, you know. Almost stowed away in my bag.”

You threw your head back and laughed. The image of Din putting on his bag and then opening it to see why it was extra heavy, only to see Grogu’s little pleading face poking out filled you with joy.

“That’s so sweet,” you said when you caught your breath. “I’m sorry to be worrying everyone so much.”

He shrugged.

“That just means we care.”

You smiled.

The two of you jumped into conversation after that, talking more about Grogu and the rest of Din’s little family. He told you more about how they all met and stayed together after Din’s ship was destroyed — what you now realized was the ‘Crest’ in Grogu’s family drawing — and Grogu went off with the Jedi, and then how they decided to continue raising him after he came back.

He told you about having to take an important pit stop on Mandalore before that because he’d wound up with the darksaber. The very same darksaber that gave him claim over the Mandalorian throne. How in the hell did that happen, you asked in utter disbelief. He told you about his face-off with Moff Gideon, and how he’d tried to ditch the glowing sword shortly after getting it.

“The only way they’d let me out of it is if I got publicly challenged and defeated. Bo Katan, the woman who wanted it, insisted the people of Mandalore witness my royal ass-kicking.”

You laughed.

“What even is your life?” you teased.

“A mess,” he deadpanned. You laughed harder.

~~~

Time checked out as the conversation went on. You were enthralled by Din’s tales, no matter how much he tried to play them down. You shared a few of your stories as well. The hours passed you both by, the sun slowly disappearing from the sky and bathing your room with its glowing farewell.

When the night arrived, Din got up to turn the lights on. That’s when reality returned to your mind.

“I don’t know how long you were planning to stay, I know it’s getting late. Do you need to head home?”

Your voice was hesitant. Your health aside, you just didn’t want Din to leave. The idea of being alone in your house after today was almost painful.

He returned to the bed and sat on the edge, right next to your legs.

“I told Fett and Fennec I’d be here for as long as you need me. They’re fully prepared to look after Grogu for however long that is.”

He took your hand in his.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine,” you answered, “I’m still feeling some of it but it’s not as bad as it was earlier.”

“Good,” he said.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment. You weren’t sure what to say next. He probably wouldn’t feel comfortable spending the night, you thought. Plus, he wouldn’t be able to take off his helmet to sleep if he did that.

“I understand if you’d prefer I didn’t stay, but you might relapse in the night.”

Your brow shot up.

“You- you’d be okay with staying?”

“Of course,” he said, squeezing your hand. “LIke I said, I’ll be here for as long as you need. If you’re comfortable with that.”

“I was just worried about you,” you said. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said with a little laugh.

“If you want to sleep without the helmet, you’re welcome to the guest room. I want you to be able to rest well.”

“I don’t think I would if I couldn’t be here in case something happens,” he said slowly. “But I will do that if you’d prefer it.”

You shook your head with a smile.

“Do you want to wear something more comfortable? I might have something in my closet-”

“It’s okay,” he said with a wave of his hand. “I have some clothes. How about this, I’ll go change while you wash up and we’ll meet back here?”

You nodded. Din helped you stand before taking your dishes downstairs. You walked over to the bathroom and took care of your nightly routine. You looked in the mirror. Your hair flopped about, frizzy and unkempt since you didn’t brush it after showering. Your face was still a little pale, and your clothes hung loose on your frame. Not the way you imagined spending a night with this man for the first time, but you were comforted with his presence all the same. You took a deep breath and headed back to the bedroom, grateful that you were too tired to overthink any of this.

You settled back in your bed. When you heard Din enter the room you turned to the door with a smile, which was quickly replaced with parted lips.

He had changed into a pair of sweats and a zip-up jacket that was half open, leaving his neck exposed to you. Heat rushed to your face; this was more skin than you’d ever seen from him.

He made his way over to the other side of your bed, asking silent permission before settling down beside you. You tried to not let your eyes linger on his collar bone peeking out from the neckline of his shirt. Especially as it flexed when he moved.

As per usual, you failed. You bit your lip and took a deep breath.

“I don’t know if you want this, but there is one little thing we’ve forgotten about.”

Din’s tone was deep. It sent a shiver down your spine. You furrowed your brow, unsure of what he was referring to. You ignored the directions your mind wanted to go in, quietly clearing your throat.

“And what’s that?”

Din kept his visor locked on you as he reached behind him, ducking down to fetch something off the ground next to the bed. He resurfaced with the box of cookies. The sight of it made you gasp.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about those!”

He chuckled.

“You’re probably okay to have a couple. But be careful.”

You nodded and Din opened up the box, pulling out the tray that held the sugary disks within. You grinned as you took one out and ate a bite, relishing the sweet sensation that took over your mouth.

“Good?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled with a nod. Din chuckled before taking out a cookie for himself and setting the tray between you both.

You kept your gaze fixed on your lap when you heard the familiar hiss of his helmet. The gesture filled you with warmth rather than anxiety after your earlier discussion. You smiled and pulled out a second cookie.

“What made you pick these out?” you asked.

“Hard to say,” he replied as he also reached for a second cookie. “I was looking around in the store and these just looked good.”

The clarity of his voice was a bit jarring. It was soothing to your ears. Though you were surprised; all this time you thought the modulator roughed up his voice, but the raspy undertone was still evident outside of it. You chanced a glance in his direction. Familiar pink lips parted to make way for a set of strong teeth to bite into the cookie, a small glimmer of tongue poking out to lick away a crumb. You looked away, face hot once more.

“Well, you’ve got good- good taste.”

You downed the cookie, stuffing it in your mouth to keep from stumbling over yourself again. You declined a third one when offered, causing Din to put them away and set the box aside. You took a sip of your water before settling deeper into your bed.

“I should probably sleep propped up tonight, yeah?” you asked.

Din nodded.

“Probably best. Here, sit up for a second-”

You did as he asked and he leaned over to help adjust your pillows, fluffing a couple of them up before nodding at you to lay back down. It was the perfect position. You looked at him with a smile.

“Thank you, Din. Not just for this, but for everything today,” you paused and let out a sigh. Your voice grew groggy as fatigue settled in.

“I’d probably be in much worse condition if you weren’t here.”

He tilted his head, a hand coming to rest on your head.

“Thank you for letting me help.”

Your smile grew as you took a deep breath, your heavy eyes staring into the vast abyss of Din’s visor. You looked for where his eyes were resting behind their black shield.

You wanted to know what color they were.

You covered your mouth as you yawned, stretching your body out for a second before snuggling deeper into your position. You pulled Din’s cape up over your chest before pulling your blankets over it.

“I’ll be here if you need anything, okay?” Din whispered, leaning in closer to you.

You nodded, nuzzling your head into his hand.

“Good night, Din.”

“Sweet dreams… Miss.”

~~~

Din kept his hand in place until he was certain you’d fallen asleep. As your breaths grew deeper and your eyes ceased their squinting, he stroked the skin of your hairline with his thumb before slowly removing his hand and sitting up.

He let out a sigh, a weight leaving his shoulders at the sight of your peaceful face. He leaned back until his helmet thumped against your headboard and took a deep breath. Worry had plagued his mind long before Gila told him you were sick. That information only made it more intense. But what mattered was that you were okay now, in every sense.

He’d make sure of it.

It was strange; the only other being to make him worry this much was Grogu. It had been that way for so long. And then out of nowhere, you came along and changed everything. Din tried to figure out when you had crept past his walls and into his heart, but he couldn’t. It was almost as if you were always there.

He played through the memories of the day: the moment he first saw your face he’d almost dropped all the groceries. You looked so fragile, as if the slightest gust of wind would just carry you away. He wanted nothing more than to hold you. He remembered your talk on the couch, how shocked he was to hear how you felt about yourself. How could someone like you not see what he sees?

That was another thing — Din wasn't very good with words. He shocked himself with how he spoke to you in that moment. Something about the situation inspired those words to flow, and it had all been so natural.

Adoring you was so natural. He loved it.

He recalled carrying you up the stairs; the small weight of your head in the crook of his neck… it felt so right. As if your embrace was the puzzle piece he didn’t know he was missing. He didn’t want to let you go.

His thoughts continued to wander, thinking back to past moments he spent with you. Moments spent hearing about you when Grogu would tell him about his day at school. Moments of a joy he didn’t know was possible when the two of you would talk, or explore the night sky. Moments of annoyance when Fett and Fennec would point out how obvious his feelings were.

But they were right.

He wouldn’t be this open with you if it wasn’t true. He wouldn’t be doting on you this much if it wasn’t true. He wouldn’t be considering the current thoughts in his mind if it wasn’t true.

What your face would look like… if he were looking at you with his own eyes.

Din leaned up and shifted his position to face you. Your chest rose and fell with each breath you took, your face tranquil. He wondered what you might be dreaming about. He smiled under the helmet. Maybe you were running around with your students like you did at the zoo and at Grogu’s birthday party. Maybe you were beating up drunk assholes. Maybe you were holding Grogu in your arms.

Maybe Din was holding you both in his, like he did in his own dreams.

He shook the image away. Wishful thinking at best, he thought to himself. But it didn’t stop the desire he had. Din closed his eyes and gathered his bravery. He brought his hands up to his helmet. The seal hissed as he lifted it off and placed it in his lap. After another breath, he opened his eyes. All at once, the air left his lungs.

He already thought you were stunning, but… He’d truly been missing out.

Your features were so much clearer, so much more defined. Your skin was soft, that much he knew by then, but now he could see that. And he could see how your lashes curtained over your cheeks, how your hair cascaded over the pillows, how your adorable nose twitched every now and then as you slept. The natural palette of your existence was unlike any set of colors he’d ever seen before. It was definitely preferable to the blue tint his helmet placed on the world. Tears teased their presence behind Din’s eyes as a smile stretched across his face.

Damn… he wanted to see your eyes. Wanted to look into them with his own.

And damn, did he want to kiss you.

But not like this.

Your guard had been lower today, the filter he suspected you’d been keeping around him essentially gone with your strength. He didn’t want to take advantage of that. No, if he was ever so lucky as to kiss you, you’d both be involved.

Instead he set his helmet to the side and leaned down, cheeks growing warm when he stopped just above you. He took in the expression on your face before closing his eyes and gently pressing his forehead against yours. He took in a sharp breath through his nose. Every muscle in his face clenched together. His eyes squeezed more tightly shut as he took in the sensation of his bare skin touching yours. It was the most minimal of contact, but it still sent his mind spinning.

He lifted his head and slowly opened his eyes to see you, expression unchanged aside from a small smile pulling at your lips. Din grinned at the sight, and said the words he'd wanted to say as you fell asleep:

“Sweet dreams, my dear.”

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