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scandalcus · 2 years ago

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𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 — ♡ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒

PAIRING — ellie williams x afab!reader SUMMARY — tattoo artist! ellie gives you a thigh tattoo CONTENT WARNINGS — smut, stone top!ellie, sub!reader, shy reader, enthusiastic consent, fingering, face riding, oral sex, etc. WORD COUNT — 1.7k A/N — hello sorry for not posting any fics for like a week i've had zero motivation to write and barely any to make this so i apologize if its bland and rushed. also, i made a spotify playlist dedicated to ellie if u wanna listen ❤️

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 18+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

You sat anxiously in the unfamiliar room. Your leg involuntarily shook as you scanned the area. Various types of posters and drawings were displayed along the wooden walls.

Your eyes landed on the coffee table before you, observing the different comic books and trading cards scattered across it. You let out a small huff, finding it amusing how dorky Ellie is.

"Okay, I'm ready," she says, turning to you and holding a tattoo gun in her right hand. "I don't have a tattoo chair or anything so do you mind sitting on the edge of my bed?" She asks, gesturing towards her bed.

"Yeah that's fine," you say, walking up to her bed and plopping down on the edge. She makes her way over to you, her hands in the air so she doesn't contaminate any of her tools. "Where did you want the tattoo?"

"On my thigh," you say, awkwardly fumbling with your fingers. She looks up at you, and you look elsewhere in the room. You felt incredibly intimidated by her for some reason, blushing every time she looked up at you.

"You're gonna have to take your pants off." she says casually. "Right," you say, standing up and starting to unbutton your pants. She averts her gaze around her room, obviously sensing your awkwardness.

"Is this your first tattoo?" she asks, trying to make small talk as if this interaction isn't already awkward enough. "Yeah," You say, shyly sliding your pants off. "What made you want to get a tattoo?" she asks, still facing away from you. "I've been wanting one for a while, I just couldn't find a good artist." you shrug, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Good thing you found me," she says turning around to face you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You place your hands in your lap, trying to cover your panties. You purposely wore a nice pair of underwear because you knew they would be seen but you ended up slightly embarrassed by your choice. Maybe it was a little too bold.

Ellie looks up at you, this time you hold eye contact, not on purpose though. She just happened to catch you off guard and you couldn't make yourself look away.

"Lay back." she orders, you comply and stare at the ceiling, your hands still covering your intimates. She gently grabs your wrist and moves them out of the way, taking the chance to place the tattoo stencil high up on your thigh. You look down and notice a slight smirk across her lips. "I like your panties." she says, causing you to become extremely flustered.

You don't say anything in response, you just lean back and continue to look into space. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She says, removing the stencil and grabbing her tattoo gun. "Oh it's fine, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm just nervous."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

She positioned herself between your thighs, unexpectedly pulling you closer to the edge of the bed so can work more comfortably on you. You audibly gasp at the sudden movement, but she ignores you and continues to adjust herself.

You hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun, followed by her hot breath against your inner thigh. She was significantly close to your heat, her knuckles barely grazing your slit, causing the hair on your body to raise.

You felt a lump form in your throat like you could hardly breathe. The needle suddenly pierces your skin, making you suck in a sharp breath. "You okay?" she asks, proceeding to drag the gun across your skin, causing a whine to escape your lips.

You let out a hum in response, feeling your panties become more and more drenched the longer she worked in between your thighs. As much as you hoped she wouldn't, she certainly did notice the wet spot growing on your panties.

The tension in the room was thick, you could sense her peeking up at you every couple of minutes. The lust felt like it was about to consume you, you couldn't help but squirm under her touch; partly because of the pain from the tattoo, but mainly due to the ache growing between your legs.

"Fuck," you breathe out, feeling slightly defeated. This immensely attractive girl was placed between you, inches away from the one place you yearned for her to be. You didn't even really know her though, she was just some tattoo artist your friend recommended to you. You couldn't help but feel humiliated by how obviously turned on you were by her.

You felt her knuckles graze you again, this time there was definitely more pressure applied. It was subtle but noticeable.

The buzzing sound comes to a sudden halt. You lift yourself up on your elbows and look down at Ellie in confusion, watching her set her gun down before grabbing a wipe and cleaning the excess ink off your skin.

"Are you done already?" you ask, looking down at your piece, noticing how unfinished it looks.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted." Ellie sighs, placing a bandage on your fresh tattoo and removing her gloves. After discarding the trash, she comes back and places her hand above your knee, looking up at you seductively. You felt your heart thump against your chest.

"I can come back later," you say softly, acting oblivious to her suggestive mannerisms. "I don't want you to leave," she responds, her hand slowly trailing up your thigh. She simultaneously makes her way on top of you until her face is inches away from yours, her thighs cradling you.

Your body went stiff, your breathing caught in your throat. "Relax," she says softly, using her right hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. You exhale, letting yourself loosen up. "Good girl."

She hovered over you, her eyes jumping across your features. The desperation in your eyes is evident to her. She had been studying your body language when she was tattooing you, trying to resist the urge to pin you down and fuck you the entire time. She knew you wanted her as bad as she wanted you, so she gave in to her desires.

Her hand travels down to your core, massaging you through the fabric. You let out a whimper in response. "I couldn't help but notice how wet you were," she mutters, tilting her head slightly and watching you fall apart beneath her. Her eyes were dark, full of lust.

She slid her hand under your panties and slipped two of her fingers into your entrance with ease, causing you to audibly gasp. A moan escaped her lips at how snugly you fit around her. "mm fuck, you're so tight."

She pressed her lips to yours, the kiss was intense and passionate. You moaned against her lips as she continued pumping her fingers in and out of you, her thumb finding its way to your throbbing clit and rubbing circles against it.

She made her way down to your neck, sucking on the exposed skin. The pace of her thrust quickened, and you felt her knuckles slamming against your surrounding skin. A string of moans fell from your lips as you felt the tension wither from your body. Your moans and whimpers send vibrations to her lips, waves of bliss traveling through your body. She curved her fingers inside of you, causing you to jolt.

You felt an orgasm approaching, and you gripped Ellie's shoulder as your thighs trembled. She noticed how close you were and stopped, causing you to pout. She bought her fingers to her mouth and sucked your juices off of them, humming while savoring the taste. She then snakes her fingers around the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them off and stuffing them into her jean pocket.

"Come here," she says, flipping over and pulling you on top of her. You sat on top of her shyly, your bare pussy resting on her abdomen. "Come sit on my face." She demands, putting her hands on your hips and encouraging you to scoot up. You comply, adjusting yourself until your pussy is hovering over her mouth.

She pushed your hips down and buried her face into your pussy, her tongue swirling against your folds collecting all the wetness you left for her.

"Fuck... you taste so good," she moans against you. She sucked loudly on your clit, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You grind your hips against her mouth, holding onto the headboard for support. Your cries grew louder and louder as she increased her movements.

She placed her hands on the curve of your ass, guiding you up and down her tongue. Unintelligible babbles left your mouth as she drew little shapes on your bundle of nerves.

"Ellie-" you cried, your thighs already shaking as she works her skilled tongue on you. She hums against your clit in response, wrapping her arms around your thighs to keep you on her face.

"Fuck, don't stop," you whine, your words slurred together as she continues to fuck you with her mouth. She managed to sneak her fingers into the mess, groaning at the way you clamp around her.

"You're almost there, cum for me." she says, coaxing you through an orgasm. Moans and curse words spill from your lips. "Just like that, you're doing so fucking good." she praises. Your body spasms as white flashes before your eyes, everything around you disappearing and pure euphoria consuming your body.

you continue to sloppily ride out your high on Ellie's face, your climax washes over you and she makes sure to catch every last drop of your release. You twitch as she uses her tongue to clean you up.

You pull yourself off of her, plopping down in the spot next to her. Both of you take a moment to catch your breath, sweat trickling down your faces. "How about we take a shower and then I finish your tattoo?" she asks, leaning towards you. "Sounds perfect." you smile, sitting up out of the bed and starting to make your way to the bathroom, your shy demeanor from before clearly absent. She lets out a chuckle at how eager you are, taking your hand and letting you guide her to the bathroom.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ♡

#i dont like this #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #wlw smut #lesbian smut #tlou smut #the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us 2 #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams imagine

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hwanchaesong · 6 months ago

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Can I request a San and a seongwha version of the virgin reader request pleasee?

Too scared to show name so I'll leave an emoji🐈‍⬛

a/n: hello 🐈‍⬛ anon, imma just make this as a headcanon so i can post both of them at the same time. tysm 🩷

mdni! Seonghwa's under the cut

San & Seonghwa w/ a virgin s/o

💜 Choi San

very very very sweet but also wild ‼️

like, you'd tell him that you're ready and he WILL pounce like a cat

he will pepper you with kisses to calm your nerves down

eskimo kisses to make you giggle bc he thinks that you, smiling under him is the MOST BEAUTIFUL scene he has ever seen in his life

man will make sure that you're comfortable at all times, guiding you throughout and watching out for your expressions

will definitely ask you your preferences

"are you okay? is my baby feeling good?"

"tell me if it hurts okay?"

like, he hears ONE grunt from you and he is stopping all motions to check up on you

will go missionary bc like i said, he has to see your face while doing the deed (it is a need)

he'll take it slow. make-out, smooching your skin all over

he won't forget to shower you with compliments

"my baby is so pretty"

"no no no, don't cover yourself. you're literally perfect"

"you feel so good, fuck, baby you're so tight"

body worship ‼️ you are a literal goddess in his eyes so he'll treat you like one

MIGHT be impatient when it comes to prepping you but dw!! he'll make sure that you're dripping and ready

uses his tongue and fingers VERY WELL

he'll have you mewling his name in no time

also, dancer hips galoreeee

he uses his hips so well. every thrust is loving but also it goes so damn hard

he's had you shaking and moaning

you wouldn't want any other man to take your virginity

you trust him and he will do everything in his power to make you feel safe and happy

you are HIS pretty baby, and he'll take care of you like that

🩵 Park Seonghwa

MOTHER OF CONSENT

y'all be making out in his bed or something then suddenly you go 'pls take me'

and he's like: ??? "baby are you sure?"

he'll ask you that about 10 times before he's convinced and lemme tell you. HE'S SO CARING BUT ALSO A LIL DEVIL

he's so good in riling you up

feathery touches that leaves goosebumps on your skin

sweet, hot, and messy kisses in your lips and all over your skin

removing your clothes is like unwrapping a gift for him, he's delicate but he also got these predatory eyes

he delves into you like a hungry lion, but a sweet hungry lion

he asks you every damn time if he's doing okay, if you're okay

"You're not in any pain are you? Okay good, please tell me if you're uncomfortable"

leaves marks all over you bc he's possessive af

also will not stop unless you've came at least once using his finger and once on his tongue

OH MAN HIS TONGUE

he darts it out like a chameleon in every performance so yeah, he'll use that tongue technology on u 2

licks and bites galore

he goes all in once he's sure that you're all prepped up to take him

moves slow at first then he'll probably lose control bc ur moans are music to his ears

also a lil bit teasing

"do you want me to go faster, baby?"

"say please"

"does my baby wanna cum? go ahead then"

uses a lot of petnames and will probably curse a lot bc he loses himself in u

MOTHER OF AFTERCARE

pls he loves u so much he's willing to do anything and everything for u after this. he's basically at your mercy lmao

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readychilledwine · 1 year ago

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Hellos. Could do something where the reader is azriel mate and they are kidnapped. She sacrifices her wings to save his life. And mention how az is angry that it happened and whatever u think will look good. Thank you.

👀👀👀👀 I, uh, may have a thing for shattering my own heart only to pick up the pieces. So yes. Yes, I can. Hopefully, you enjoy it, and I did it justice, dearest!

Beauty in Pain

Azriel x Illyrian reader

Warnings - not over descriptive mentions of torture and dismemberment, Azriel goes feral, depression, the usual unedited by an outside source.

Word count -2030

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You were better trained than this.

That reminder was echoing inside your mind like a war drum, beating senselessly into your thoughts as you were dragged down the barely lit pathway under the temple. You knew no one was coming. Faebane had blocked the mating bond, blocked your ability to call Rhys or Feyre. You'd be lucky if they found you, alive or dead.

It had started a routine mission. Head to the war camps, ask the leader for reports, speak with the females, head home to your mate.

Your mate. The one you prayed had felt the bond grow cold despite the many promises to never shut each other out. The one who'd slaughter every single male involved in this when he found out where you were, who had you, and what they planned to do or will have done.

You didn't fight as they laid you face down on the concrete block in the room. They had planned this, planned how long to keep you on a specific dose of faebane, no food, and no water. Planned the beatings used to weaken you on a cycle. You felt it and flinched as two sets of hands roughly grabbed your left wing.

You were prepared to be clipped as a form of torture for the information they wanted. You knew it was coming. But as blinding pain left you with no choice but to scream out for your mate, for your brother, for Rhysand, you knew the plan was worse than you had imagined.

But you did not yield. You bared the pain, allowing it to try and break you until the world grew cold and dark.

—-----------

Azriel was pacing Rhysand's office. He had not slept in the 7 long days you had been overdue for, at the very least, a check in, after the missive Rhys and Cassian had received.

They have not started training the females. I will be home or rewrite soon. I promise. The three Illyrian males had trusted you to handle it. They had trusted you would be safe, unharmed, respected.

And despite every alarm ringing in his heart, mind, and soul, Azriel had not gone to you right away.

Rhysand's eyes glazed over, his face dropping slowly as he received whatever message he was receiving. He came back to them slowly, moving without speaking as he started grabbing weapons and tossing them to Azriel and Cassian.

The High Lord's voice was dealthy calm as he finally spoke. "A set of wings, freshly removed, was just found outside of my mother's cabin. There's no signs of (y/n) anywhere in any of the camps the twins searched. The only thing reported to them was in the northernmost camp."

Rhysand breathed deeply. "A female was carried through the camp, unconscious with her head and body covered. That same night the camp heard screams from midnight until early into the morning."

Cassian's breath caught in his throat before he immediately grabbed Rhysand's arm. "Take me there, now."

"How long ago," Azriel's voice had gone cold and detached. "How long ago did that happen? How long has she been sitting Mother knows where with untreated wounds or dead?"

Rhysand refused to look at Azriel, reaching to grab his brother's hand, before finally whispering. "4 days."

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The rescue had turned into a bloodbath. There was zero question as a panicked shadows all but dragged the three of them to an abandoned temple.

It reeked of her blood, her sweat, her tears.

It held an almost haunting aura as if the terror and pain of her screams had scarred the ancient stone, marking it to forever echo her agony to anyone walking inside.

Azriel didn't want to ask questions. He didn't want prisoners. He wanted payment in blood.

He had cut through every single male that appeared in their path before Rhysand and Cassian even had a chance to interfere on his way to the dungeons his shadows were pleading with him to get to quickly.

And now one last male stood between him and the cell she laid unconscious in. "Move or be moved," Rhysand told him coolly. "I would not push your luck."

The male stared at a blood soaked Azriel. His shadows were curling over his shoulders like snakes waiting to strike. His wings flared wide in dominance and anger. His 7 siphons glowing.

The young male moved, allowing Rhysand to grab him and winnow him away to the Prison before Azriel could beat him to death as well. Cassian moved quickly to the door, opening it with the key they had found, before entering the small cell containing his sister.

The anguished sob that left Cassian was the only confirmation Azriel needed. "Y/n," he heard Cassian tapping your body. "Come on, sis. Wake up."

Dying. Azriel's shadows confirmed. Infections. We cannot safely winnow her. Rhys is bringing a healing team. Need more space.

Azriel moved into the cell, holding the scream in his throat as he was overwhelmed with the urge to run to you. Cassian had you cradled into his chest, rocking you back and forth before looking up at Azriel, eyes rimmed with tears. "We need to get her somewhere that Madja can use to work on her. Rhys is bringing her and a team of healers here." Azriel held his arms out, a silent demand in the movement.

Cassian only nodded. Standing and carefully transferring your beaten and bleeding body into Azriel's arms, following him out of the room.

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3 long weeks of silence had passed in the House of Wind.

No one had gone to Azriel's room.

No one had spoken to him without the male lashing out.

There was nothing they could do to comfort him but allow him to be with you.

When you first got home, while you were lying unconscious with Madja, Helion, and Lucien looking after you, Rhys had managed to get out of the male Azriel allowed to live one very simple thing.

You let them torture you, let them completely take your wings, to force you to look into death's eyes, and you had allowed them to do it to protect Azriel. You had refused to give them his schedule to visit the camps. You refused to tell them when he'd be there alone again. You refused to tell them which pathway he flew in using or where he'd shadow-walk himself to first.

You had lost your wings to protect him. Your husband, your mate.

Azriel had lost it then, guilt eating away at him, and began beating the male to death with his bare fists as Cassian and Rhysand just watched. They knew what was echoing in his mind. She will live, Madja had said, but she will never be the same. Her wings can't be reattached or saved, no one has the ability to give her back what was taken.

You hadn't spoken to Azriel, Rhys, or Cassian when you finally woke up. You only sat in your window, staring at the sky.

The one you'd never feel going through your hair again. The one you'd never touch again. The one you'd never taste again.

It was funny, you thought to yourself, to have been protected and trained to ensure this never happened, only for the moment it did to come 500 long years later.

It had been a full week later when Azriel cornered you in the shower and just held your naked body for you two to speak. Another week passed before you allowed him to kiss you and hold you without him having to force the contact. You had yet to show interest in leaving the bedroom the two of you shared.

You felt familiar scarred hands on your bare shoulders, wrapping around to your collarbones before running up the front of your neck and tilting your head back. "Dinner alone tonight or dinner with our family?" His voice was scratched from the crying you two had been doing. His eyes were swollen and red. "I already know the answer, I just need to verbally hear it."

"I wish to be alone." He nodded. Taking the cue and leaving you to your window as he sat back on the couch, head falling into his hands, as he began to cry again.

You watched his shoulders shaking, listened to his almost silenced sniffling. You knew things had forever changed in your relationship.

There would be no more missions for you.

No more trips with Amren away from him.

No more walking Velaris alone.

There would be no more date nights spent flying.

No more jumping from high places together, allowing yourselves to fall until the last possible second, only to spread those precious wings.

There'd be no more wing play late into the early mornings, edging each other with small touches in certain places until you were both begging for relief.

But you knew deep down, more than anything, there would be a new Azriel. One that would have one more thing to hold against himself. One that would have one more moment of his life to look back on and use as an argument for how he wasn't enough.

And you couldn't have that. You would not stand for it.

You couldn't have the broken male you had spent time healing with, growing with, and struggling with. You could not have the one who blamed himself for every little thing again.

You stood on slightly unstable feet, and walked to your closet, a shadow trailing you. Rhys had immediately replaced your clothing, ensuring you would not have to go through ordering it yourself, and had the twins place the new materials into your closet. A simple black dress was what you picked. It would stop right above your knees, hug your torso beautifully. You closed the closet door, calling for Rhys silently in your mind and jumping as his hands appeared behind you. "I need help." You whispered.

His eyes searched yours before nodding and helping you change into the dress. Allowing you to use him to balance. A kiss was placed on the back of your head as he laced it up. Gentle, but full of emotion. And he winnowed away.

You left the closet, walking to Azriel on the couch slowly with a pair of his trousers and a black button-up shirt in hand. "I changed my mind. I'm craving that cake, the almond one with the vanilla frosting."

Azriel scoffed lightly. "I am not leaving you to go get cake. I will ask Rhysand-"

"I need you to fly me there, Az. I want to go get the cake, eat it at the Cafe with coffee, and then I want you to take me for a walk on the Sindra. And maybe go to that book store. The used book one."

He was silent before looking at you. His hazel eyes were full of question. "Y/n-"

"If my mate will not take me, I will ask my brother. I want cake, and I want my husband to take me to get it."

"I don't think you understand how heartbreaking not being able to truly fly is going to be, my heart."

You only repeated yourself, voice smaller this time. "If my mate will not take me, I will ask my brother. I want cake." You paused, eyes welling with tears. "I deserve cake and coffee. If I want cake and coffee for dinner, I expect my mate, the male who married me and bound himself to me, to take me."

Azriel nodded. Grabbing the clothing from you and he changed in silence. He stood on the balcony waiting as you took calming breaths and walked outside for the first time in many weeks.

"I am not responsible for the setback in your mental health after this."

"No, but you are monetarily responsible for my cake and purchases. Let's go." He took you in his arms, holding you close to his chest and took off hard.

And in that moment, you both knew something new had begun. You were laughing as he concentrated way more than usual to fly. You were smiling at how this allowed you to feel his body heat, to hear his heartbeat, to touch his face.

You were laughing at how he began genuinely laughing at you. Not understanding where the sudden joy filling the bond and over flowing it like a faucet set to run for too long came from.

It wasn't until he paused in the sky, hovering so he could look down at your smiling face did you both realize something.

Losing your wings was just the beginning.

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x oc #azriel fic #azriel x illyrian!reader

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hellenhighwater · 8 months ago

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Hello there! Absolutely no requirement to answer this, but I love the outdoor cat run you've attached to your home! I'd love to do the same, but I live in the American South, where mosquitos are very rampant, and it is very hot and humid in the summer. I would appreciate any amount of info you had put into practice or learned while making it, or if you had any insight to accommodate a different climate. It seems that the opening comes through a window, is it still possible to close it off? Thank you again. Your cats seem to love it, amazing job!

Can do! I also have some asks about how this is built, so let me try to explain that first. This is only attached to the house with two screws--under the ramp, not really visible, is a section of 2x4 (red rectangle) that is screwed flat into the siding (blue dots). That's what the ramp rests on, and the ramp in turn is attached to the doorway box with screws from the side (green lines). The box is also attached to the board with screws from the side (purple lines).

On the inside of the window, I stapled the window screen directly to the wooden frame. I don't have a good picture of this from inside, but in the first picture, the staples are on the inside where the yellow dotted line is. I then cut the window screen on that green L line (whoops should be a U, so that it's a flap!) in the same picture. The screen gets pushed open by the cats on their way in and out, and then flops back closed like a cat flap. You can see it pushed up in the first pic, on Mal's back in the side view, and closed in the third pic.

The other end of the ramp is attached to the catio with a pair of screws (blue lines in pic of end of ramp) and is zip tied to the wire and stapled to the wall (white lines).

Yes, I can still just close this window like normal. This doesn't affect anything on the inside, and if I wanted to remove this, I would just replace the screen fabric in this window (the frame is not affected at all) and put woodfiller in the screw holes in the siding. So this window continues to work like normal, with only small gaps where the screen flap hangs! If mosquitos get to be a problem, I would wrap the whole tunnel in window screen--which you can buy by the roll--and put another rectangular frame at the end of the tunnel by the catio, with another "cat flap" of window screen at that end. That way any mosquito that makes it through the first flap has to then make it through a second one to actually get in. If you were concerned about air conditioning escaping, I would actually fully enclose the tunnel with sheet foam insulation, and make a cutout that would fit in the open window of sheet foam as well. It wouldn't be perfect, but it would help. You could use an actual plastic cat flap for one end too!

To be clear, this is a complete impulse build out of scrap materials, so there's definitively refining to do! I'm probably going to put some kind of weight on the end of the screen flap to help it swing down, and treads on the ramp. It's also worth noting that this is NOT predator proof--if safety is a concern, use 1/2 in welded wire hardware cloth instead of this large-gap hog fence.

#you can wrap your whole catio in window screens if you want. I would do wire also #but yeah you can just make it lead to a net box.

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dear-ao3 · 1 month ago

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bucket here

I’d just like to note that the instant I sent the ask I started writing in the hopes you would say yes and I like actually squeaked I was so happy when you did and also I’ve been writing nonstop since then so bear with me:

*takes deep breath* Safety restrictions were famously lax in F1 until the 1990s. The deaths of Roland Ratzenberger and Ayrton Senna within days of each other at the 1994 Imola GP sparked a huge movement for new safety systems, especially barrier changes. As Senna and Ratzenburger both died in accidents related to the fact that the safety barriers at the edges of tracks were just CEMENT WALLS, this was a huge push for many teams, drivers, and tracks. No one wanted the death of more legends on their hands. These accidents also inspired additions like headrests in 1996 and the HANS system (head and neck support), put in place in 2003. HANS can be seen when drivers get out of the car — it’s that space-age looking neck brace/strap on their shoulders and helmet.

Some safety systems that are much less talked about are things like the accelerometer, first used in 2014 and placed in the drivers ear. This measures the forces during impacts, and its location in the ear allows both for less invasive placement and accurate data on head/neck movement for drivers. This then leads to better safety systems capable of being studied, reasoned for, and implemented. The addition in 2016 of a camera that faces the driver also allows for safety teams to see exactly how the driver is affected during crashes, as well as giving fans a fun camera angle (which I can rant about as well, camera angles in F1 are a huge thing for me).

Rapid fire safety systems (there will be a quiz):

Helmets were first introduced in 1952, but not required until 1977.

Seatbelts/racing harnesses required starting 1972.

Fireproof race suits have been required since 1975.

The safety car didn’t even exist until 1993 (trial runs in 1992, first seen in 1973 Canadian GP)

Pit lane speed limit introduced in 1994. Yes, before this they just ripped through as fast as they could; no, the pit crews didn’t stand any further away.

Wheel tethers introduced in 1999 after an unholy amount of incidents going back to pre-1950 (AKA official F1 start) where the wheels just came off and smacked drivers, marshals, and fans, usually killing them instantly.

The most notable safety system recently is the Halo and VSC (virtual safety car). The halo was put in place in 2018 and will hopefully never leave. It has been the savior of hundreds of lives throughout Formula series, but most well known in Formula 1 were Lewis Hamilton (2021 Monza GP, stopped Max Verstappen's car from becoming a permanent fixture in the side of his head) and Romain Grosjean (2020 Bahrain GP, pushed the crash fencing up away from his head as he hit the barriers), as well as possibly Zhou Guanyu (2022 British GP, flipped upside down and up over tire barriers into catch fencing) and Max Verstappen (2021 British GP, incredibly hard hit into a tire barrier — 51G impact at 160 MPH/257 KPH).

There had been a number of close calls that brought up the possibility of halos, like Fernando Alonso almost having his head removed from this world at Spa in 2012 on lap one, and an incident between Michael Schumacher and Vitantonio Luizzi at Abu Dhabi in 2010 that left Luizzi’s Force India inches from Schumacher’s face.

Unfortunately, it took the horrific death of Jules Bianchi in 2014 at the Japanese GP and a number of junior driver fatalities for the Halo to be finally seriously considered and implimented. Bianchi’s incident also led to the Virtual Safety car, which was put in place in 2015 to keep accidents like his from happening. I can talk more about his incident as well if you’d like. It’s a masterpiece of administrative fuck ups and terrible oversights.

(Ask me about it and camera angles I dare you)

HELLO BUCKET

this is wonderful thank u thank u

i did know a little about the senna crash (tho not the concrete barriers) (i do know that when it happened they were trying to revive the drivers union which is awful) and the bianchi crash (i looked at that quite extensively for update post) but Yeesh yeah the safety stuff is Terrifying. pls. pls tell me about the camera angles.

#not a tag #from saph #bucket !!#f1

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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hello gorgeous! if you doesn't mind, i have an idea. yk this cliche where 1 person makes another jealous just to fire them up and to make them confess their feelings/make out/have sex. i'm always conflicted bc yes i'm a flirty person myself but if someone does it to me? cty instantly. so can you imagine daemon making reader (who's the one he knows he will marry or they're just betrothed) jealous a lot bc he's a big shit and wants her to pay all her attention to him. but he didn't thought about oh. she's cold and strong-willed. so instead of some love making she ignores him for weeks if not months not even saying go back to your whores (sorry). just want him to beg for her love and attention bc that's what he deserves. idk about smut but angst. love angst and having power over powerful men. thank u in advance! take care!

It Takes Two

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Just because you knew Daemon flirted as though it was a sport his life depended on, didn't mean he would not meet the flames of your wrath.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: daemon being a man 🤢, fem!reader, wife!reader, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: HI NONNIE im blushing over here with you calling me gorgeous. I love me some good old fashioned 'oh no the consequences of my actions' and a good femme fatale i hope you like it lovie HELP IT ACCIDENTALLY TURNED INTO FLUFF IM SO SORRY I DONT HAVE THE BRAIN POWER TO FIX IT sigh i guess its what God intended because my last daemon fic was dark af Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targeryenmoony @ly--canthrope Part 2 "Since You Asked So Nicely"

He sees me from atop his horse. He is already smirking because of the ladies circled around him. He only cares to dismount after I walk away. "Slow down!" Daemon calls chuckling, removing his stupid headpiece, discarding it without a care. When he manages to grab me, I turn and crush my heel onto his foot. He lurches back in pain, snorting angrily as he watches me walk away for the second time. He manages to grab me again, only this time, he is seething and has his hands locked on both my shoulders, "what has inspired your anger this time, wife?" My nostrils in anger. I shove his iron clad chest away from me, but he does not budge, "ask your admirers, prince." Daemon's lips quirk. He releases me. I storm away. He laughs as he calls a servant, instructing him to retrieve his helmet before he follows after his enraged dragon lover.

Daemon could no longer mask that he had been annoyed, no, worried, that up till now, the doors have not opened, and the person he had been waiting for all night has not arrived.

"Is something wrong, my prince?" the woman states in a ditzy manner.

She had been a pastime, a pawn in his game. She had grown honest with the alcohol, now unable to mask the fact she was, in fact, flirting with him. He liked her better when she talked about her dress, not that he could care any less about it. But at least she sounded like she knew what she was talking about, and not like she was measuring each word she would speak before it was spoken.

Daemon does not offer her a word in regard before walking away.

He walks up to the guard that should not be in the banquet this evening, not alone, and surely not enjoying it, as though he should not be on duty.

"Elias!" the prince calls, making the man chatting with someone, turn and straighten at the sight of him walking over.

"My prince," Elias nods in regard, lowering the cup he hand in hand slightly.

"Where is the princess?" he quips, "why are you here when she is not?"

The princess' guard shakes his head and shrugs, "she is in your chambers. Rowan is keeping guard."

Daemon's brows tighten in annoyance, "she's not finished changing still?"

The guard tilts his head, "my prince, she will not be in attendance of the banquet this eve."

"What?"

"Did she not tell you?" he mutters, "she said that she felt faint and did not want to go."

Daemon's face hardens.

Without another word, he storms out of the banquet hall.

I turn to the door from the page of the book my eyes were on when I hear it burst open.

Daemon is heaving when he stills just outside the door.

"Has something happened?" I ask, with no real interest.

The prince marches over to me. I watch him up until he sits by my side and places a hand on my forehead, "are you ill?"

I push his hand away, "no."

"Are you with child?"

I roll my eyes, closing the book in my hand, "wouldn't you like that."

"Then why are you not at the banquet, by my side?"

"Hmp," I shift, turning my body to him, "I did not know you were expecting me."

"You are my wife," Daemon grabs my hand, "everyone is expecting you to be at my side."

I hum, puling my hand away. I inch past him to place my book on the bedside table, "and tell me, husband, where you waiting in earnest or with some woman by your side?"

He does not speak a word.

I scoff at him, shaking my head as I pull back and scooch down under the covers, "that is what I thought."

I snap at him when gets to his feet and rips my blanket off me.

"I've had enough of your games," he points at me, "you have been maddening as of late."

His words make me chuckle dryly. I knit my brows. "Is it I that has been playing games, Daemon?!" I quip, sitting back up, "you have been doing nothing but egg me on ever since your damned tourney and I've about had enough of you!"

I pull the blankets back up, only to have him pull it back down again.

"You know I only do this to get your attention," he says, kicking his shoes off.

I growl, swatting at him as I move to grab the blanket, "you are truly inept if you believe throwing yourself at another woman's feet will merit my attention or good graces."

He grabs the blanket from me and pulls at it, "I only meant to recreate the moment we had after the recent tourney, my love."

I practically steam in anger, releasing the blanket, making him topple back.

"If you are so desperate to recreate it that you resort to speaking with other women, then I do not want you anywhere near me!"

Daemon sighs as he crawls towards me on the bed.

I kick him off, "begone, cretin!"

Daemon, much like him, begins to find excitement in this, and even allows a smirk to play on his lips, "I love it when you call me names."

He manages to grab my leg. When he does so, he pulls me close and pins me down underneath him with his bodyweight.

"Get off!" I shove him off.

"My love," he sighs, grabbing my wrists, pressing them down beside my head, "quit the act-"

"Daemon, I swear to you, if you do not get off me this instant, I will not speak to you for an entire moon cycle."

He stills, looking down at me as he measures my words.

I raise my brows at him in challenge, "do you think I could not do it?"

It take a moments before he releases me. I could not help but gasp when he crumbles above me, sequentially nuzzling his head beside mine.

I clench my jaw at his unwanted affections, repeating more sternly, "get. off."

"You can't make me," he snips like a spiteful child.

I begin to struggle underneath him.

He whines out a desperate, "no!" He pushes down on me, nuzzling further into my shoulder. His breath is hot on my skin when he mutters something in High Valyrian that I do not understand.

I snip, "what was that?"

"I said I did not mean to actually upset you," he quickly admits.

I snort, "didn't you?"

"..."

I relax beneath him.

"... not like this."

"Then I demand an apology with tears."

"..."

"Daemon."

"Enough, I'm going to sleep."

"You are not sleeping in that," I push him off, catching him off guard. He begrudgingly rolls on his back and releases a dramatic sigh. I look at him and raise a brow, "get up right now, or I will make you get up."

He does not listen to a word I say.

The next moment, I have him off the bed. He falls with a yelp and a thud after I kick him.

Daemon rises on his knees eyeing me darkly as I pull the blankets over my me once more, "I told you so."

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon fanfic #daemon targaryen #daemon x you #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x you #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fanfic #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon fluff #daemon targaren fluff

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fiyaa-xoxo · 1 year ago

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Hello~ I apologize to flooding your ask box.

I just found out that according to Trey, he said Heartslabyul students are allowed to ask for anything for their birthday... It i's one of the Queen of Hearts' laws after all ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

So, can I request a scenario/headcanons that the reader/mc/Yuu ask to borrow Heartslabyul students out for a date or sthg for their birthday... What kind of things they will do and how will they react to such request and such...

Thank you and apologies if this request is hard to write 😅 Hope you'll have a lovely day 💕

Law No. 538 of the Queen of Hearts: The one with the birthday are allowed to ask anything for their birthday. Yuu's request to have a date with the Heartslabyul boys!! How will they react and what will they do in their date? PT.1 (Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, & Trey clover)

Hello you mustn't worry about flooding my ask box because you'r the only who has requested some writing from me. I'll do my very best to write your request, i truly hope you enjoy what i've written. Its not the best since i didn’t know what to write for some of them.And i’m teribly sorry that this request is long due i’ve been having writers block.

Riddle Rosehearts

✧˚ · . Red, Riddles face even redder than his hair. At first you thought that he was mad at you but he was just flustered. You two decided to have a private tea party in the middle of the rose maze. Riddle asked trey to bake your favorite sweets! And if your not super into sweets trey made some other foods fit for your taste. Everything was prepared just for you though some parts of the tea party were against the Rules Riddle did his best not the change anything since it was how you liked it.

✧˚ · .When you two finished eating the food trey prepared Riddle handed you something “My Dearest Rose, since today is a special day your birthday i made sure that everything is perfect even my gift. I do wish you will enjoy what i have bought for you” After Riddle said that you opened the elegantly wrapt red and black box inside held a Stunning Rose Ring. “Riddle.. Its beautiful thank you so much”

“ Im glad you liked it i do wish you wear it someday My rose.This ring shows how much i love you.” By the end of the day Riddle dropped you off at Ramshakel And pulled you into a kiss and bid you a goodnight. When you closed the door you were a blushing and smiling mess.After that day you swore to yourself you’d always wear and keep the ring safe.

Cater Diamond

✧˚ · .When cater heard what you said he was over the moon! “Aww our Y/nie wants to spend their birthday with me!! Don’t worry Y/n i’ll make sure you’// enjoy our little date 😉” You two decided to café hop everything you two bought will be payed by Cater so don’t you worry about losing money! Cater kept on taking pictures of you and the food. He couldn't help it you just looked so pretty. When you offered to feed Cater some of your Sandwich he made sure to take pics of it.

✧˚ ·After you guys left the Café it was around sunset. Cater lead you to a park when you got to the park the tree’s were filled with lights and there was a fountain in the middle it looked so magical! Cater brought you near the fountain and handed you a orange paper bag. “Happy birthday Y/n i hope you like the gift!!” When you removed the wrapping paper that was on top of the bag it showed a painting of you and cater “Riddle nagged me to do some painting to get off my phone so. I made this for you!” “Hope you like it” “Cater i don’t like it..... I love it!! thank you!!!” “nice to hear Y/niee, i have one more gift too” After Cater said that he pulled you into a long kiss. Cater dropped you back to your dorm and gave u another peck on the lips.

✧˚ · When you got changed into something more comfortable your phone had lot of notifications from Magicam. You were tagged in a post with a lot of pictures from today even a pic of you and cater kissings!! but you remembered Cater didn’t take any pictures when you two got in to the park. Little did you know Cater used his unique magic and made the other caters hide behind bush's and climbed tree’s just to get pictures.Oh and the picture cater gifted you is safely placed on top of your nightstand.

Trey Clover

✧˚ · .Trey was quite shocked when you said you wanted to go on a date with him for your birthday.But he was also touched that you wanted to spend time with him. You decided to take a cooking class. Since trey is mostly good at baking you thought why not also enhance his cooking skills. The two of you arrived at the cooking class located in a restaurant near the plaza of the town. " Welcome, Welcome!!" said the hostess in the front " Are you two love birds here for the cooking class?" both you and trey blushed when the hostess addressed you two as "love birds" "a-ah.. yes we're here for the cooking class.. but we arnt a couple yet.. haha" said trey. "Ah my apologies i thought u two were with how cute you both look together.But moving on please enter this room, this is where the cooking class will be held." said the hostess with a smile.

✧˚ · You can trey entered the room which held a kitchen in. You both go seated and the class begun. "Hello everybody i am chef Andre, for today we will be learning how to makespaghetti and meatballs from scratch." The chef explained and demonstrated how to make the noodles and sauce and now he let you and the other attendee's start making on your own. Trey started off by making the pasta and kneading flour and eggs. "This is just like making dough in baking" said trey. You couldnt help yourself from staring at Trey. He has his sleeves rolled up exposing his forearm. Trey was well built himself. As you stared at him u didnt see that he threw a bit of flour at you "finally i have your attention again" he said chuckling "a-ah sorry about that.." u said

✧˚ · "Dont worry about it im just about done with the pasta and the sauce is done too" TIME SKIP You and trey finally finished cooking and was now cleaning off the flour he threw you. "sorry about that" trey said as he held your chin cleaning off the flour from your face

as he smirked. "Its fine" you said blushing. The pasta you both made was being packaged for you two to take back home. You both left the restaurant and walked back to the dorm. When u made it back to your dorm trey was walking with you towards the front door before he suddenly stopped "Ah wait before i forget here my gift for you y/n" he said smiling. He gave you a green colored big box. As you opened it held your favorite dessert. "I made it myself. It took me multiple tries to get it perfect just for you...Ah one more thing..." he took out a pair of van cleef black clover earrings . "I hope you like them" he said looking at you. "Trey... i love them thank you!!" u then went closer to try and kissed him. "Thank you for making today even more special" you said smiling ear to ear. "Its my pleasure y/n. Now go head inside i'll see you again tomorrow" he then winked. "Ah and dont forge to brush your teeth after eating the dessert" He gave u a kiss on your cheek then waved goodbye.

Requests are open!! ^^

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#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #trey clover x reader #trey clover #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #heartsabyul #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland

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dwampyverseawards · 9 months ago

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NOMINATIONS FOR THE AWARDS

Hello all!! As previously noted, this is going to be an awards poll/ceremony for the dwampyverse fandom!

All types of creators and interesting people will be spotlighted here, and I've decided that everyone submitted and ok with being included will get an award of some kind!

There will be three categories of awards: General(Favorite Writer or Funniest Fic), Fandom Specific(Most Milo Murphy's Law Art or Most Phineas and Ferb Trivia), and Specific Ones That Don't Fit Anywhere Else For Specific People Because This Isn't Just For Big Names In The Fandom(Will be simplified to just One-Off)(Most Interesting Self-Made Merch or Silliest Impression)

In addition, those categories will be split into two sections: People(talented or underrated people in the fandom) and Works(fanworks on their own, separate from the creator, and hopefully a lot of classics or big projects)

These are all examples, with the only currently set awards basically being the big ones: Favorite Writer, Favorite Artist, and Most Influential Work. There will be a number of smaller ones, along w the more specific ones for individuals! Please feel free to suggest any awards you would like to see/get, as the low number is simply because we don't know how many people will sign up/be submitted.

Keep in mind that while you can nominate anyone, there are inevitably people in this fandom that have my main blocked, and unless they specifically ask to be entered, they will not be nominated out of respect for their boundaries. In addition, as stated multiple times, if anyone who has themselves/their works submitted does not want to be in these polls, they can drop out at any time!

Submissions end in 30 days, on Feburary 25th, or 2/25/24! If we get a massive amount of submissions, this might end early.

I will stay unbiased on my own blog and this one, even if I myself am submitted, dw.

Tags for reach, pls tell me if u dont wanna be tagged n ill remove it @danvillecheese @adhdoofenshmirtz @ferbracket

#Phineas and Ferb #Pnf #Milo Murphy's Law #Mml #Hamster and Gretel #H&G #Nominations

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archangeldyke-all · 9 months ago

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(I honestly don’t know if my asks are getting in atp but im just gonna keep resending them if they get removed because I’m not a fucking wimp 🗣️‼️‼️)

______

Wait no because what if Sevika had a group chat with her coworkers and shit (Smeech, Ran, Renni, Silco, Finn, Signed, Dustin and ofc her lovely gf <3)

And at least once every two weeks there is ALWAYSSS chaos

Like; Sev and Finn could be arguing and then Ran pulls up with the fucking Curse of Ra 💀or Renni just uses the gc as a shopping list since she forgot to open notes and everyone is just like “Ren, wrong app 💀” or someone points out shit from her list HSHJERJD

PLEASE i'm gonna do the roach 'verse gang, because i think it would be insane.

men and minors dni

silco: if any of u have spare cash on u, bring it to my office and leave it on my desk. i'll pay u back tomorrow.

you: jinx, get off of silco's phone.

lock: fuck, that was jinx? i put ten on his desk!

sevika: idiot.

ran: LMAOOOO IDIOT

thieriam: shit, i put twenty bucks on his desk too.

you: jinx! how much fucking money did you steal?!

deckard: she got me too, that fucker.

ran: you are all so fucking stupid.

singed: just checked the office, the cash and jinx are nowhere to be found.

deckard: fuck!

lock: fuck

thieriam: oh fuck, silco's never gonna pay us back.

silco: no, i'm not. you should all know better by now. i would never use 'u' to type 'you'

ran: this is fucking hilarious

sevika: babe, what's for dinner?

you: you, if i'm lucky ;)

deckard: HELLO?? this is the gc??

sevika: stfu deckard.

ran: no but fr, what's for dinner, roach?

you: idk, i'm thinking chicken chili?

lock: ooooh, with cornbread?

you: sure, if you guys want.

lock: yes please!

ran: yes!!!

deckard: oh, yum.

singed: fuck, roach are you free?

you: yeah?

singed: i just sliced my hand open. can you come stitch me up?

you: lmao, i'm on the way.

ran: roach to the rescue!

sevika: put a heart in the chat if i'm the stupidest one in the gang.

deckard: <3

thieriam: <3

ran: LMAOO <3333333

you: <3

you: jinx, give sevika her phone back.

sevika: i'm gonna kill her someday.

sevika: babe, you put a fucking heart in the chat????

you: cant talk, stitching singed up.

silco: i'm sorry for jinx's behavior today. she's upset that she doesn't have her own phone yet.

lock: it's no fuckin fair! u guys get to talk all the time and i have to steal a phone to be in on the chat!

silco: jinx!

you: lmaoo jinx you can come play on my phone.

lock: fine.

lock: shit, i didn't even notice she took it until she gave it back.

sevika: she's a fuckin' weasel.

you: whats up assholes?

ran: hey jinx. what'd you buy with your stolen money?

you: more flamers. a few candy bars. a new jumbo plushy.

lock: you wanna share your candy?

you: no.

silco: jinx, at least share with the man you stole from.

you: ugh fine. they're in the kitchen lock.

lock: sweet!

thieriam: some of us are trying to work, can we please not abuse the work groupchat for not-work purposes

you: put a heart in the chat if thieriam sucks ass!

sevika: <3

ran: <3

deckard: <3

silco: jinx, what did i tell you about that kind of language?

you: i'm not jinx i'm roach.

thieriam: fuck off jinx, roach would never be so mean to me.

lock: <3

you: effective. Power. لُلُصّبُلُلصّبُررً h ॣ ॣ ॣ

across from where you're finishing up singed's stitches, deckard gasps down at his phone.

"you fuck!" he exclaims, looking up at jinx where she's sitting beside you. she giggles.

"what'd you do this time?" you ask. she laughs and hands you back your phone, before running out of the lab.

"she shut all our phones down!" he says. "how the fuck did she do that?" he cries.

upstairs, you hear ran and lock's shared groan.

you chuckle and shake your head. "jinx you stupid fuck!" sevika roars from the second floor. you giggle.

"i better go handle that." you say, finishing your final stitch. singed chuckles.

"you better." he says as jinx's squeal floats down to the lab.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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moonliched · 1 month ago

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Hello baby!

Kisses u on the forehead

How r u feeling? I just finished rereading your fic and damn i love it so much it's in my solid top 3 of mer fics and is keeping its 1st place proudly. I just melt into a happy puddle while reading it! And during a day my mind often drifts to think and theorise about your work! Also you are so cute and bubbly it only adds on to the whole vibe in the book. I loved little fun facts! They are adding so much character and perspective to the people and situations! Can we have some more?

Btw can we give you some ideas for plants and stuff?

Kisses!

can't wait to see more of your magic 🌸✨️

you n me, perchance (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

i am feeling like i need a long holiday! i hope your autumn is off to a good start🍁🍂

you have no idea how big of a complement this is aaaaaaaaa, i always wanted to make a fic likeable enough to reread xD you're so nice to me❤️

you can absolutely give me whatever ideas you'd like, i welcome the excuse to chat n make up cool fantasy stuff😊✨ thanks for the ask, i am absolutely squeezing you in a hug rn!!

i gotcha more fun There Are Many Benefits facts ;3

🪸 Sun and Moon coexist calmly and happily. they are very close and their bickering isn't in seriousness. so if you join in, at any moment they might exchange a glance and gleefully gang up on you at the drop of a hat

🪸 Meryn can see a deeper range of certain colours than the mers can, like the difference between the white of Sun's eyes and his paler pupils. so Sun thinks he's being sneaky when he looks at Meryn without moving his head, but obviously Meryn can tell that he's staring dead at them. they find it funny

🪸 after Meryn revealed in chapter 16 that they intend to build BON-BON a body, he promptly spent the rest of the night searching up cool robot images and brainstorming stuff to put in it. he 100% has not thought about the sheer work that's going to go into making just a regular body, nor the fact that Meryn would never ever trust him with rocket launchers

🪸 Sun and Moon are aware on some level that Humans Wear Clothes (though how they know this is a spoiler!) but they don't fully understand the minutiae of the when and the why humans keep covered. so, just enough to get flustered when they're removed lol

🪸 Meryn was considering getting piercings before their hand webbing was removed. now they have lost their taste for any permanent body modifications

🪸 BON-BON spies on the Glamrock team's meetings, but not as much as he used to. he gets bored easily and a lot of what they discuss references previous tasks and goals he also didn't really listen to when they were first brought up. as a result, he misses out on a lot of stuff that would make for juicy gossip-and-mystery-solving content to share with Meryn😅

🪸 Sun thinks that Meryn's 'nest' (bed) is tragically bare. it must be because they have no one to take care of them! he has plans to rectify that

🪸 Meryn typically responds with a one word 'okay' when they're agreeing without meaning it

🪸 BON-BON thinks the Glamrock team's apparent bleeding-heart stance on AI is just performative, and that if the time comes to ever put those beliefs into action they would fall back on reporting him as sentient

🪸 Vanessa only followed Meryn's example of using he/him pronouns for Sun when he spoke like a human, by mimicking her words

🪸 it's often obvious to Sun and Moon when Meryn doesn't understand something, and they find it amusing to call them on it, or let it play out if Meryn doesn't express their confusion. they think it's cute

🪸 As of chapter 16, Meryn is getting sick of Monty helping himself to their food and drink and has a plan to punish him for it >:3

🪸 BON-BON's enjoyment of shopping is more to do with the new experience of getting to express himself through his appearance than fashion itself. he's still learning what he likes and how he wants to present himself

🪸 Sun and Moon love making Meryn laugh, as they don't actually laugh or smile by themself often. but tbf all of their expressions are super interesting to the mers

#ask #There Are Many Benefits

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danny-pino-group-therapy · 2 months ago

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“The Call” a Reader X Nick Amaro fanfic

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1,822

Warnings: Talks of cancer and women’s health. Infertility.

Author’s Note: This is deeply personal for me. I’m going through this right now and I needed to write to get my emotions out somewhat. I held back a lot but it’s what I know right now and what I’m going through. Just thought I’d share a little story with you all too.

Sitting at your desk your phone started vibrating against the surface. Picking it up you noticed it was your doctors office. Two days prior you had gone in for a checkup and she had found a polyp on your cervix which she removed for testing but had assured you they were common and no cause for real concern.

Picking the phone up and answering it you pressed it to your ear with a casual greeting. “Hello?”

“Is this Mrs. Amaro?” The woman on the other end of the line spoke softly.

“This is she.”

“This is Jackie at Dr. Coleman’s office. Mrs. Amaro, the doctor would like you to come in today to see her in the office to go over your test results.” She spoke with a slight worrying tone to her voice.

“U-um…y-yeah okay. Alright.” You felt your heart rate rising.

“Can you come at one this afternoon?” Jackie asked.

“Y-yeah…yeah I’ll be there.” You nodded not that anyone could see you.

“We’ll see you then Mrs. Amaro.” The nurse hung up after saying goodbye.

Fears and anxiety raised in your mind as your heart raced more. You needed to tell Nick and there was no way you could concentrate on your tasks at hand now.

Signing off your computer you dialed Nick’s familiar number hoping he would pick up.

“Hey baby…didn’t expect you to call.” Nick purred as soon as he saw a picture of you and he at the summer festival in Central Park pop up on his phone.

“Nick…Nick…” You started, your voice shaky.

“Baby what is it?” Nick asked straight away detecting the fear in your voice.

“The doctor, the doctors office just called.” You found yourself swallowing a lump in your throat. “They want to see me regarding the polyp they tested. I know it’s not fair of me to ask this but…but can you” You began before Nick cut you off.

“I’m coming home and going with you, baby. You don’t need to worry about asking me. I’m going with you. I’ll be home, twenty minutes tops okay?” He spoke with urgency.

“O-okay…t-thank you. I’m just. I’m just scared. They don’t ask you to come in if everything is normal.” You tried swallowing your tears.

“I know baby, I know.” His voice was soft and broken with worry and concern for you.

***

It was about twenty minutes later Nick rushed into your shared apartment finding you pacing the small living area.

“Hey baby I’m home. I’m here. I’ve got ya.” He came over pulling you into his arms holding you close and stroking your back gently.

You breathed shakily into his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you for coming home. I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t ask you to come home. I’m so sorry.” You sniffled.

“Hey…” he pulled you back and held your upper arms as he looked into your eyes. “I will always, come home to you if you need me for anything. Alright Amor?” You nodded before he pulled you close again kissing you tenderly and holding you close.

***

It was a little past one now as you sat in the doctor’s office. The nurse had just shown you to her office and said that Dr. Coleman would be in with you in just a few moments. You thanked her kindly and took a seat across from her desk, Nick sitting beside you holding your hand.

Your mind filled with questions and what if’s but nothing made any clear sense it was so jumbled.

Your knee bounced with anticipation and anxiety as you zoned out onto a little medicine advert sitting on the desk.

“Hey…” Nick whispered looking to you with his brows furrowed in concern.

You looked over to him as his voice shook you from your thoughts. “Hmm?” You hummed.

“It’s alright. No matter what she says, I’m right here with you.” He nodded a little and gave your hand a squeeze.

You were about to thank him when the door opened and in walked Dr. Coleman. “Good afternoon. I’m glad you could come in (Y/N), but I’m so sorry too.” She sighed as she took a seat. “You must be Mr. Amaro.” She looked over to Nick.

“Nice to meet you.” The blonde smiled and pulled up your chart on her computer.

“Nice to meet you as well.” Nick replied.

“So…(Y/N) the polyp we removed the other day ended up being a grade one tumor. It shows you have Endometrial Cancer.” The woman said softly as she looked to you and Nick.

You zoned out as you felt your heart drop. Cancer. You had cancer. No one expected or ever thought they’d have cancer especially in their 30’s.

The doctor kept talking explaining everything and stopped to ask if you or Nick had any questions. When you didn’t reply Nick squeezed your hand. “Amor?” He said gently.

“Hmm?” You looked to him then back to the doctor feeling tears fall down your face that you weren’t aware had even gathered in your eyes.

“Do you have any questions?” Dr. Coleman asked again.

“I…I.” You swallowed. “I don’t know.” You let out a choked breath.

“I understand. We can stay here as long as you like to (Y/N). You can always call or message me if you think of anything at all. I’ll make sure the oncologist calls and sets up an appointment with you as soon as possible.” The woman assured.

“I-I don’t think I can even think of anything. What will they do about it?” You furrowed your brows.

“They’ll preform a hysterectomy. Usually if it hasn’t spread to the lymph-nodes then a hysterectomy is all you’ll need. Thats what we hope for.” She smiled.

You only nodded. You and Nick had talked about having kids but it hadn’t happened yet even with trying. You always wanted to be a mother and you had an extremely close relationship with Zara and Gill but you wanted to expand your family and now it was all for nothing. They could take your uterus and leave the ovaries but generally they would take them as well which left you no option of even saving eggs for a surrogate in the future. Not to mention IVF was an extremely expensive adventure.

You felt your heart break all over again before you looked back to the doctor. “Thank you. I’ll let you know if I need anything.” You sniffled and even caught a few tears in Dr. Coleman’s eyes.

“Again, I’m so sorry.” She said softly and you just nodded and held onto Nick’s hand as he helped you up and headed out the office.

***

The ride home had been a silent one. You were processing it all. The anxiety, the fear, the unknowns, never having your own kids. You could adopt of course but that wasn’t even in your head right now.

Once inside the apartment you kicked your shoes off and headed to the bedroom wanting to just get comfortable before you even sat down to process and talk to Nick.

Nick sighed, the news had scared him too. Cancer. The big C word. It scared him to think he may not have as much time with you despite it being a very treatable cancer that they had seemed to catch early unless it was worse once they opened you up. That thought scared him alone. The what if’s had swirled in his mind just as much as they were yours and now he needed to try to focus on helping and supporting you the best he knew how.

“Baby…can I get you a tea or anything?” He called down the hall to you.

“No. I don’t feel like drinking or anything.” You said back as you came back into the living room heading to the couch and curling up with your knees bent and feet tucked under you.

“You didn’t have lunch or anything though baby. You got to be hungry by now.” Nick came over to the couch, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his arms, bringing your head to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to your head gently.

“I’m not hungry. I can’t even think of eating.” You sniffled.

“Baby…I know you’re upset and this news, this news is just heartbreaking but you have to eat. You are fighting now. You’re fighting harder. Your body needs food.” He purred as you sat there listening to the steady beating of his heart.

“I know. I just don’t want anything right now.” You spoke barely above a whisper.

“Alright Amor.” He replied understandingly. “I’m right here with you. I won’t go anywhere.”

“Cancer. Who the hell thought it would be that. They had said it was normal a-and now it’s cancer. I have to wait so long for the oncologist and then I’ll have surgery and what then?? W-we weren’t able to have children like we wished. We couldn’t…we tried and couldn’t. You think this is punishment for something I’ve done?” You looked up to Nick’s hazelnut eyes as tears spilled down your face. “Punishment for not being healthy enough o-or did I do something wrong?”

“Baby no…no you didn’t do anything wrong Amor. This isn’t your fault and it’s not a punishment. You are strong you are a fighter and you are kind. This isn’t your fault. It’s not.” Nick urged.

“B-but we can’t…we’ll never have children of our own. Never. A-are you sure you still want me? You sure you want this? You don’t have to put up with anything, I can leave.” You choked out.

“Hey…no. That’s not happening. I love you so much baby. I love you. Please never ever forget that. you’re not going anywhere okay, no one is getting rid of anyone. You’re the love of my life. So important to me and to my kids. We may not be able to have our own babies, Amor but you and I can adopt when we think we’re ready. Right now all I’m worried about is you, your health, and your happiness. I just want you to be okay right now.” Nick urged, a finger under your chin to keep your gaze on him until he kissed you softly and wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I love you (Y/N) Amaro. I love you so much.” He said between kisses.

“I-I love you too.” You sniffled.

“We’re going to fight this together alright? I’m going to take off work and be with you for every appointment and every test. You’ll never have to be alone. Through sickness and in health.” The handsome raven haired Cuban assured.

“Thank you. Always. You’re so important to me.” You replied. And he kept his promise, he was right with you through everything and always there to hold your hand, just like he said because Nick Amaro was a man of his word and always kept his vows.

*****

Author’s Note: Thanks @irishavengersassemble for editing and reading through it. Thank you for supporting me and being there for me.

Tagging a few people who may want to read (or not want to and I just admire your writings and want to share 😅) @itsjustmyfantasyroom @burningtacozombie @beccabarba @darqchilddaydreamz @breanime @withmyteeth

#nick amaro #reader x nick amaro #fanfiction #reader fanfiction #law and order svu #danny pino #reader x character #angst #fluff #svu fanfiction #trigger warning #cancer #cancer sucks #comfort fic

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fl3sh34t3r · 4 months ago

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"Hmm...oh? Taking a small visit to my blog hm? Heh, well...I don't mind"

"Don't be scared, dear. Come on in, I assure you I don't bite...hmm...hehehah..."

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-*Welcome to

Enidan's Blog!*-

Introduction post!

(PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING)

Hello!! Welcome to Enidan's blog, aka my regretevator oc's blog :D!

Before you do any asks, comments, etc, please read this post first!

Eeekdbdkd- first of all, the creator of this blog is @button-cat ! Hello :D

And second- please know that im a minor!! (Between the age of 13-17!) I do not mind some suggestive asks (NOT TO ME- to my oc-) however i am not comfortable with nsfw asks!! So please do not make Nsfw asks or i will ignore your ask!! D:

Enidan's pronouns are She/It/They, and my pronouns are She/they!! :b

I'll be trying to respond asks with drawings however i won't respond to all with drawings !! :b drawing can be complicated and tiring when doing it too much and i do not want to overwork myself !! ^^

Also,,,,Enidan is,,,not the most kindest one- (she literally eATS PEOPLE) so- if she responds uh- rudely to your ask, DONT TAKE IT PERSONALLY- its all roleplay and funsies ;D

Now more about my oc Enidan- im not gonna say much about their lore (i want people to figure it out by doing asks and interacting with it's lore :3) however the most i could say is that,,,they eat people- it killed like,,,a ton of people. And- going to more regretevator related, she will appear on a floor (that i invented) called "Hide and seek"- ...you play hide and seek with her :D they're always the seeker,,,and you gotta survive for like,,,2 minutes- if someone manages to survive, she will enter the elevator- if no one survives, she doesn't ! (also- if u get caught by it, she uh,,,eats you. yeah :3)

Also- this IS something important that i have to mention about them- in her lore, she's Folly's assistant. Im mentioning this in case if any rp blogs (ESPECIALLY FOLLY RP BLOGS-) wanting to interact- i can't really change that part out of their lore because,,,its a important part of it- just by removing folly out of their lore and trying to change it- in most cases,,,she's dead :3 or if i do somehow manage to have her alive- everything about it changes (Design, lore, personality- EVERYTHING,,,AND BIG CHANGES AS WELL-) and- i may just be creating a whole new character by doing that- this is basically a hint to her lore already so yeah,,,:3

Btw- I really love roleplaying !! So don't be shy if u want to roleplay characters whether it be characters from regretevator, another game/show/etc, or your own :D

magical anons are allowed as well!!

Also- warning!!! There will be probably mentions of gore,,,and gore rps even!! There may be some slightly disturbing drawings as well- (aka- bones,,,maybe a decapitated head- not in a super disturbing way just,,,decapitated-) i'll probably not do too many disturbing drawings and i'll definitely avoid drawing gory drawings but its a heads up!! I do not want to make people uncomfy or scared or anything-

For the most part, i made this for fun!! ^^ i do not expect to get many asks but i still wanted to make this introduction post !!

I believe that's all :D if there's anything that i feel like is missing- i'll edit this post!!

For now, enjoy your stay :3

#regretevator #regretevator oc #art #regretevator art #roblox art #roblox #roleplay #roleplay blog #rp blog #oc rp blog #oc rp #oc art #regretevator rp blog #regretevator rp #idk what else to put ejdndf

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arabellavernierwrites · 1 year ago

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Hii! I saw you're seeking requests and I may have one for Spencer Reid if that's okay. What if Spencer is invited to hs school reunion, and he really hesitates to go and maybe even getting emotional because that kid went through so much trauma. And reader (his girlfriend) being all supportive and ultimately he decides to go if she comes with him. It's up to you if you continue the story, them being on the reunion (it's always up to you!). If you not want to write this, that's totally okay, but if you do, can u tag me? Much love

Maya

reunion. s.r.

summary : spencer gets invited to his high school reunion, when it proves to be more difficult that he anticipated , you’re there for him.

word count : 1709

warnings : mentions of bullying , panic attack

a/n: hello ! oh my gosh i have missed you guys so much. this is my very first request ! thank you so much maya for requesting a really awesome idea , you have been so lovely and so supportive and i really genuinely thank you so much for it ! go read maya’s work !!! and my requests and dm’s are always open if any of you want me to write anything for you ! you all have continued to show me so much love and support , and from the bottom of my heart, thank you, it truly means so much to me. for some reason, when using tumblr on my phone , i am unable to follow back or reply to comments, so i will be trying to figure it out on my computer. but just know i see all of your comments and they mean so much to me, and even if i can’t follow you back, i check all your accounts and stories out all the time ! thank you again for all of the support, this one is a bit long, but i wanted to make sure it held you over for my absence. having the most amazing and wonderful day ever ! love you !

@c-m-stuff

as another successful day of work had come to a close, you found yourself setting your handful of personal belongings on the kitchen counter. purse, pile of documents from work, the mail. you slid your shoes off and sorted through the stack of papers.

the usual. bills, local advertisements, paychecks. an envelope from an unfamiliar address caught your eye.

you’re invited! 15 year high school reunion. event information and rsvp directions stated below. hope to see you there!

“spencer?” you called, making your way to meet him in the living room.

“oh!” you caught him off guard as he peered up from his book, “how was work?”

“it was alright,” you took a seat next to him on the couch, handing him the card, “you got an invitation to your high school reunion. 15 years”.

“what?” a look of bewilderment struck his face, “why would they want me there?”

it’s no secret that spencer’s high school experience was tougher than most. years of harassment and relentless bullying plagued him. faces he couldn’t forget, names that danced around his mind, traumatic memories that kept him on edge for a lifetime. they were demons that followed spencer everywhere he went, forcing him to treat his life like a fortress that most people never got access to.

“spencer-” you started, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i’m not going,” he interrupted, tossing the invitation off to the side.

“alright,” you smiled, placing a kiss on his nervous lips.

you were quick to throw the card away, not wanting a reminder of high school sitting out at all hours of the day for spencer to reminisce on.

•

a few days later, you and spencer were wrapping up dinner and getting ready to get in bed. he put the dishes away as you grabbed the trash to take out.

opening the lid of the trashcan, you noticed the paper with the words ‘you’re invited!” splayed across the top was gone. you furrowed your brow, thinking spencer could’ve thrown it out on his way to work, maybe he tore it up, the details weren’t important.

“i think i might go,” spencer spoke quietly, noticing your confusion.

“you think that would be good for you?” you asked, wanting to take the matter seriously for his sake.

“i think i’m old enough now to feel more removed from it, more comfortable facing it again,” he responded, unsure.

“if that sounds like it will be a positive experience, i’m all for it,” you stated, wanting him to be sure of himself, no matter what decision he makes.

“there’s a possibility. it’s just,” spencer placed the stack of plates down in front of him, taking a shaky breath, “it’s hard”.

you walked over, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close to you. he dug his face into your neck, trying not to sniffle as he squeezed you.

“i’m sure it is,” you replied, giving him the chance to elaborate.

“when i think of high school, i think of names and faces. people who put me through hell, people who watched. i just don’t think i can do it alone. i think it’ll be too much,” spencer whispered.

“well, you don’t have to do it alone,” you offered.

you knew what spencer had endured in high school. you knew what it meant for a child to be stripped naked by a teenager, you knew that those were traumatizing years for spencer, and you wanted to be there for him in any way that he needed. even if that meant catching a flight to las vegas to attend a high school reunion.

spencer released himself from your grasp, standing to look you in the eyes, “what do you mean?”

“well, if it offers you any support, i’ll go with you,” you reached up to brush his pretty hair behind his ear, “if you need encouragement, a hand to hold, anything. i’ll go with you”.

you both paused.

“you’re sure?” he asked, appearing timid.

“it’s up to you. if you feel like this event is something you would like to attend, and you need someone to go, of course, i’ll be there,” you assured, holding his hands.

spencer thought about it for a few seconds, looking down and chewing on his lip, “i’ll go if you come with me”.

you cheered, “vegas!”

he laughed, swooping down to kiss your lips, “thank you”.

“anything for you”.

•

the next few days had been chock-full of planning. making arrangements with your bosses about needing a few days off, purchasing plane tickets, and booking a hotel room occupied most of your time. but you mainly wanted to keep an eye on spencer, making sure that he was still okay with this somewhat spontaneous trip, and prepare yourself to cancel everything if he changed his mind.

packing was a breeze, the flight was quicker than expected, and the hotel room was nice. overall, spencer seemed to be doing fairly well. aside from the usual stresses of traveling, he seemed to be slightly more stressed than normal, but that was expected.

“how are you feeling?” you asked, straightening spencer’s bowtie in the mirror.

he swallowed nervously, his adam’s apple bobbing, “fine”.

“whenever you’re ready to leave, just let me know,” you promised, knowing it would comfort spencer to have some kind of an out of the event.

“okay,” he nodded, “you look beautiful”.

you tried not to blush, but were unable to keep the heat from rising to your cheeks, “thank you. you look very handsome”.

spencer looked down, a small smile forming on his face, “thank you”.

“ready to go?” you asked, fixing a strand of his hair.

“let’s go,” he reached down to give you a quick kiss.

the journey wasn’t too far from the school, you arrived within a few minutes of leaving the hotel. spencer kept his hand intertwined with yours the entire duration of the ride.

the front of the school was decorated nicely, streamers softly swayed with the breeze, balloons populated either side of the gymnasium doors, and a large “class of ‘94!” banner framed hung from above.

“this is cute,” you nodded at the decor as you and spencer got out of the car.

he was silent. he squeezed your hand uncomfortably, as if you were one of the balloons tied to the front of the school, and he was worried you were going to float out of his grasp. it took him a moment to be able to step through the double doors. his breath wavered as music pounded the walls in front of you.

“you can do this,” you placed a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes in an attempt to ground him, “we can leave whenever you begin to feel uncomfortable. okay? step by step”.

spencer nodded, “step by step”.

he took a deep breath and walked in. he kept his head low, paying more attention to his shoes than the scene in front of him. a gym full of people, mostly in their early thirties, standing around talking, drinking, and fluttering about tables to reintroduce themselves to their former peers. the lights were dim, the dj seemed to be having a nice time, and nobody was without a smile.

spencer looked up, trying to keep himself stable. he continued breathing in and out, making sure his grasp was comfortable in your hand, and allowed himself to appreciate the vibrations of the booming music. if things continued like this, he could even picture himself having a decent time.

the two of you walked a lap around the tables, not quite ready to engage in conversation yet, but allowing spencer to become more comfortable. he poured the two of you a small glass of champagne to nurse while you chatted with each other. you smiled, proud of the man in front of you.

“spencer reid?” a voice called out, approaching the two of you.

spencer turned to look, all color draining from his face as he realized who it was, “alexa lisbon”.

“oh my gosh, i haven’t seen you since you were just a kid!” she chuckled, “how have you been? i’ve heard you’re working for the fbi now”.

spencer was speechless for a few moments. he was finding it increasingly more difficult to breathe, let alone form sentences, “yes”.

“nice to meet you, i’m spencer’s girlfriend,” you shook her hand politely.

“i’m sorry, we have to go,” spencer choked out, grabbing your wrist and practically dashing out of the room.

he threw his back against the side of the car, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes and sliding down slowly, “i’m sorry”.

“don’t be sorry,” you sunk down with him, rubbing his arms.

“it was just so dark, and so cold, and all those kids were just watching. they watched and they laughed. i couldn’t- i couldn’t even tell my mom about it-” spencer’s breath quicked.

“spencer,” you took both of his wrists in your hands, pulling them away from his eyes before he hurt himself, “look at me”.

he looked up, panic exploded behind his eyes like a menacing firework show. his hands shook, his lips quivered, he was lost inside his own mind.

“you’re here, with me,” you looked deep into his eyes, “we’ll go back to the hotel and get a great night of sleep, then we get to take a lovely flight home back to our warm bed. you’ll go back to work and morgan will ask you how your week was, he’ll ruffle your hair and you’ll roll your eyes as hotch tells you guys to focus. you’ll come home and we’ll have dinner and a bath. we’ll get in bed and you’ll read to me, or i’ll update you on the latest gossip magazine that you definitely don’t care about. you’ll kiss my lips and i’ll kiss yours. we live our own lives now, you aren’t that kid anymore. they can’t hurt you”.

“right,” spencer nodded his head slowly, gaining control over his thoughts again. you held him until his breath evened out, until his hands stopped shaking, and until he was feeling okay again.

you made a promise to be there for spencer, and because of it, he couldn’t be more in love with you.

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millersdjarin · 2 years ago

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I Only See Daylight

Chapter Two

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: E (eventually)

Chapter warnings/tags: slow burn, dad!din, grogu is always the cutest lil guy, bonding, hunting for food (very brief, not detailed)

Chapter Length: 6k

Previous Chapter | Series masterlist & info

Notes: hello i hope u enjoy ♥ as always the title is from taylor swift's 'daylight'

there are so many lines that i've crossed unforgiven

At sundown, Mando suggests making camp for some food and rest. You agree, knowing that the dawn will come earlier tomorrow as summer approaches, and you need to make the most of the daylight.

This planet is safe, but travelling in the dark is no fun. Especially through the forest. It might provide cover from any prowling animals or stalking birds, but there’s also a lot of things to trip on, a lot of stinging lizards to accidentally piss off if you don’t see them underfoot.

It’s safer to be still.

Besides, you’ve come out here hiking and camping before. It’s nothing you’re not used to.

“I’ll hunt us some meat for dinner,” you announce as Mando sits the kid down on an old tree stump, starts gathering materials to make a fire. The trees above are still covering the darkening sky, but the cover isn’t as thick as it was before, perfect to allow the smoke to rise without interruption.

Mando nods, and leaves you to it.

You find a few of the rabbit-like creatures that live in the forests and come out at dusk, making their deaths quick with a silenced shot from your rifle. It doesn’t take long, and soon you’re back at the makeshift camp, finding Mando sitting beside the kid and stoking the newly-made fire.

He offers to help you cook, but you politely decline. Help is more of a hindrance nowadays.

Of course, he doesn’t eat in front of you. At least you understand why now. “I can look away,” you say to him with a mouthful of meat. “So you can eat.”

“I’ll take first watch. Eat while you sleep.”

You don’t exactly need to take watch, though you can understand that it’s probably a bounty hunter’s instinct if the possibility is there.

But regardless, there’s only one tent.

So, in agreement, you nod.

It’s a curious thing, this Creed he speaks of. You wonder why it’s prohibited to take off his helmet. You wonder if there are loopholes, if he could take it off in the dark in front of someone, so they couldn’t see his face. If it has to be this helmet in particular, or if any face covering will do. If he can take it off if he’s injured, or if someone else is injured and he needs to give them mouth-to-mouth, or something.

(Maker, you can’t let yourself imagine it.)

But, surely a Creed worth devoting your life to would allow you to remove the helmet to save someone’s life.

Not that you don’t know a thing or two about hypocritical religions.

When it comes time to sleep, the two of you set up the tent together, propping up the canvas on twigs, letting it hang down to form a little door. You spread out your sleeping mat, covering it with a blanket. “What about the kid?” You ask. He’s still sitting on the tree stump beside Mando, but after such a big dinner and a long day of hiking, he’s very clearly already drifting off to sleep.

Mando looks down at him, then back at you, then at the tent. “He can stay with me.”

You raise an eyebrow. Grogu is all but falling to the side, careening towards Mando’s armoured thigh like it’s a pillow he’s aiming for, but he’s going to fall asleep before he gets there.

“It’s going to get chilly,” you say, looking up. What you can see of the sky through the trees shows that it’s clear. You hesitate, glancing between Mando’s unmoving, visored gaze and the half-asleep kid. “He can sleep in the tent,” you offer, tentative, unsure if it’s overstepping to suggest such a thing. “I mean—if you want.”

He’s silent again. Just staring. Not a twitch of a muscle. Maybe he’s looking you all over under that helmet, observing you, taking in every inch. The thought makes you blush, sends heat to your neck and your cheeks.

“Are you sure?” He asks, finally.

You blink, surprised. Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to agree to it; you’d have understood if he didn’t. “Yes, I’m sure,” you offer a smile, hoping it’s reassuring.

This is his kid.

This kid he keeps strapped to him at all times. You’ve never seen Mando without a hand on his back or an eye on him.

Mando seems to consider you for another moment, and you think he might change his mind as you wonder desperately what that unreadable face is thinking beneath all that armour—but then he stands up, cradling the kid in the crook of his elbow.

With a soft smile, you follow him over to the tent. You climb inside first, spreading out a second sleeping mat for the kid, right next to yours. You bolster it with the extra blanket, fold half of it to make more cushioning and the other half to be used to cover his little body.

And then, Mando tucks him in.

He pushes the blankets around him with two fingers, making sure there’s no room for a draft. The kid is fast asleep, snoring softly.

You watch, fascinated, as Mando makes sure he’s comfortable and secure. Then his visor is on you again, and you feel caught, that he saw you looking at him. Gazing.

“You let me know if he’s any trouble,” Mando says.

Wide-eyed beneath his hidden gaze, you nod. “I will.”

He lingers again, quiet. Then nods, gives the kid one last affectionate tap on his forehead, and leaves you both in the quiet.

As you lie down, you decide to lie on your side and face Grogu. You’re not sure why. It feels weird to let him out of your sight.

Then, as his ears twitch with a dream, he reaches out one of his clawed hands. At first you’re not sure what he wants, or even if he’s aware that he’s doing it. He’s still asleep, definitely dreaming.

Nonetheless, you can’t turn him down. Carefully you reach out your pointer finger and place it between Grogu’s. He coos happily, lets out the cutest little sigh you’ve ever heard, and squeezes your fingers.

It feels like he’s squeezing your heart, too.

It’s a lot.

And you can’t very well let him go, can you? That would just be cruel.

You fall asleep like that. And when you wake to swap watch with Mando, the kid’s hand is still in the same place, and it takes everything in you to pull away.

Sitting around the fire with your blanket around your shoulders, you gaze up at the stars that you can see glinting through the treetops. You remember what it was like to be up there, the day you escaped, when you found your way here. Your dream was always to travel the Galaxy, to see all the planets you possibly could, to fly past moons and see suns and find yourself in a life on each planet, even for a short time.

It could never be an option, of course. That small glimpse of such a life that you had on the day you left for this place will have to do.

You think about Mando, wonder what sorts of places he’s been to. A bounty hunter must have been all over the place, surely?

It might be too personal, but you make a mental note to ask him about his travels in the morning.

It’s not long until the sun rises. The forest comes to life as the sky lightens above you, fading from the inky blackness at the zenith to a lighter pale blue and amber towards the horizon. Birds start to tweet in the trees, animals and insects skittering along the floor. Dew coats the tufts of grass at the bases of trees, and moss shines on rocks, just like it does every morning. You can smell it, earthy and familiar. It’s beautiful. It’s been a while since you came for a hike; you had forgotten just how serene it is.

Even when Mando steps out of the tent with the kid in his arms, somehow he doesn’t break the serenity. You’d think that any person would mess with that, let alone someone head-to-toe in Mandalorian armour. But he moves so quietly, so casually. He doesn’t talk too much.

He’s still got his helmet on. You wonder if he sleeps with it on; if the kid has ever seen him without it. Would that be breaking the rules, for his child to see his face? Are there exceptions to who can and who can’t?

“Morning,” you say to him from your place on the tree stump. The fire is still burning steadily, crackling with new kindling.

He nods in response. The kid, cradled in his arm, lights up at the sight of you and makes a happy babbling noise, reaching towards you. Mando notices, glancing between the two of you. “Do you mind…?”

Shaking your head, you mirror Grogu, reaching out ready to hold him. Mando hands him over and you bounce him on your lap, cooing a good morning greeting to him, asking how he slept. You wonder if his species can speak Basic; if he will learn as he gets older, or if he will always speak in babbles and coos. Either way, he seems pretty good at communicating, and Mando definitely understands him well.

Ironically, even though Mando is the one who speaks, he’s the harder one to decipher.

“You hungry?” You ask the kid, who garbles in response, blinking up at you with those big eyes. You look to Mando, and ask him, “Are you hungry?”

“I’m fine.”

“You should eat. We all should; we’re going to be walking all day.”

Mando nods. “Alright. Are you going to hunt?”

“I can. But we have ration packs.”

“I’m fine with anything.”

“What about the kid?” You ask, ducking your head to meet Grogu’s eyes again. He grins at you, tilting his head like he’s listening. “Do you like boring old ration packs?” He makes an indiscernible noise in response.

You look to Mando for the translation.

Something in his modulated voice is lilted, perhaps with a smile or a smirk, “He’ll eat it. He’s pretty good at finding his own food, though.”

“He hunts?”

“Not exactly,” he says, still sounding amused with the tilt of his helmet. He stands with his weight on one leg and the other relaxed, leaving his hip cocked out just a little. He’s so casual, so commanding but not demanding or intrusive. It’s really fucking attractive, actually, and you have to stop yourself from staring at him, opting to use the kid as a distraction. “He’ll eat all sorts of stuff. Frogs, frogspawn, insects…”

“Oh, you’re a resourceful little guy, huh?” You ask Grogu, bouncing him on your knees. He coos in response and reaches out to put his little hand on your bicep. You look back to Mando, pointedly looking right at the dark T of his visor instead of the shape of his body. “In that case, I say we just eat some ration packs and get started for the day.”

He makes a gesture of agreement with his gloved hand.

Then you realise, “Oh. Unless you want to eat before we pack up, so you can…you know,” you gesture vaguely to your own face, only realising after doing it that it might be a little disrespectful.

He doesn’t seem bothered. “Thank you. I’ll eat now. I won’t be long.” He hesitates before turning towards the tent. “I…I can take the kid?”

Grogu makes a sound of disapproval. One of his clawed fingers is curled around a lock of your hair and he pushes his face into your chest, as if pointedly hiding from Mando.

Well, one thing’s for sure, the kid doesn’t need to speak Basic to be able to say I don’t wanna.

Mando chuckles, a definite laugh this time rather than that ambiguous huff of air through the modulator. The helmet tilts slightly towards you, and he says, ruefully, “I don’t think he wants me to take him.”

“That’s alright,” you say, finding that you mean it. Probably the first time ever you’ve been happy to be left with someone else’s baby. You look back to Grogu, who is staring at the lock of hair he’s got in his hand. “We’ll make do, won’t we, kid?”

Mando is silent for a minute, observing. You can feel his gaze, intense even through his visor. You wonder if he’s smiling, or if he’s frowning with concern at the prospect of leaving his kid with you while he ducks away to eat. But when he speaks, he sounds calm. “I won’t be long,” he promises again. “Be good, kid.” And with that, he disappears into the tent.

While he eats, you stand up and start disassembling the makeshift camp you’ve made, propping the kid on your hip as you potter around. You kick dirt over the fire and snuff it out, pack up your cooking pot and mess tins from last night and put them in your pack. Grogu reaches out for almost everything that you pick up. You can’t exactly give him all he asks for, but you do give his hand a little squeeze and a shake each time you have to turn him down.

Once the three of you are fully packed up, fed, and ready to head off, you sling your pack over your shoulder, and hand the kid back to Mando.

“Was he good?” Mando asks.

“Very,” you say, giving Grogu an approving smile as Mando puts him into the satchel, his head poking out over the top. “He’s a curious little guy, isn’t he?”

“Too curious. Gets him into trouble.”

You laugh. The morning breeze is mild, blowing wisps of hair away from your face and up into the air. “I can imagine.”

You walk in silence for a while, through the forest that is slowly getting less and less dense. It starts to thin out soon, opening instead into open planes of rolling, green hills. When you first got here, it was surprising that no one had claimed this land for farming; the fields are so large, so open, just asking for someone to come along and build a crop farm. But it didn’t take long to realise that the only things that can grow in this soil are native plants; and even then, it’s just during spring. Halfway through summer, the grass on the fields fades away and leaves just dirt in its wake. The land isn’t fertile enough to make it profitable for crops.

So, like the rest of this place, it’s left untouched.

As the fields approach, you point to the horizon ahead of you. “We have to head over the hills for a while,” you say, “lots of ups and downs.”

“Any more wild animals I should be on the lookout for?” He asks, dry humour slipping through his modulated voice.

“Oh, always. But, don’t worry, I’ll warn you about them. I told you about the lizards?”

“Briefly.”

“They tend to live near water, or come out in the rain. They have stingers.”

“Great. Poisonous?”

“Yes. Not lethal, but painful.”

He tilts his head to look at you as you walk. “You been stung before?”

“Yes. When I first got here, I…thought they were cute.”

“…Did you try and make friends with the stinging lizards?”

You laugh. “Yes,” you admit, sheepish, “yes, I did. I learned my lesson. They’re not generally actively hostile, unless you stumble upon one of their nests; but if you approach one with your hand held out like it’s a cute Lothcat, you’ll live to regret it.”

“I tend to stay away from creatures I know nothing about,” he says, and you could swear that he’s teasing you.

It’s kind of addictive. The soft lilt of amusement in his voice as you wonder what his expression might be, if he’s smirking, raising an eyebrow. “I’d never met a lizard with a stinger before,” you say in defence.

“Even Lothcats can be pretty ferocious if they want to be.”

“Tell me about it. Once got near-mauled by one for almost stepping on its tail by accident,” you say, shuddering over-dramatically as the memory comes back. You think about Lothal, about the planet you’d heard so much about, growing up around its native felines. Eyeing Mando curiously, you venture, “So, you’ve probably been all kinds of places, haven’t you?”

He hums noncommittally. A vague gesture of a gloved hand. “The job takes me everywhere. Can’t say I go for sightseeing.”

“And what about the kid? Has he always been with you for your travels?”

Shockingly, Mando’s confidently casual steps falter for just a second, a hesitation so fleeting that you could have imagined it. The helmet glances at you, looks away just as fast. “Long story,” he eventually settles on.

Halfway up the first hill, the rising sun shines up from behind the crest right ahead, long beams of light flying up into the air above you, blue skies beyond. Mando doesn’t break his stride as the landscape changes, but you slow a little, taking a moment to appreciate the view. It really has been too long since you’ve come for a hike, seen the sunrise.

Now that you’re a few paces behind Mando, though, you are shamefully distracted from the beauty of this planet’s nature, because the beauty of this Mandalorian’s nature is very much something that seems to steal your attention at the first chance it gets. His wide shoulders that, if you look closely enough at, you can see shifting beneath the flight suit that lives under his armour. There’s actually quite a lot of the thick, brown fabric showing in between armour plates. He’s got a cape, too, flowing behind him in the breeze like something from a cheesy HoloNet movie. His cowl covers up the back of his neck. You find yourself wondering what colour his hair is, if he has any; whether he has facial hair; what the curve of his jaw looks like…

Before you realise it, you’ve reached the crest of the hill.

You’re out of breath. It’s either because of the hike or because of the incredibly inappropriate thoughts currently rushing through your mind.

Now that you’re up high, you can see much of the surrounding landscape. In fact, right on the edge of the horizon, through the thin morning haze that’s forming in the distance, you can see the valley that leads to the scrap heap.

You stop walking and point to it. “See the valley up ahead? We’re not far, now. Should be there by the afternoon.”

Mando nods. Suddenly thirsty, you reach into your pack for your flask and take a big, long swig. The water is still cold from the river where you collected it this morning.

“You thirsty?” You ask the kid. As expected, he reaches out his little hands towards you, and takes the flask in them as soon as he can. It looks comedically large compared to him, and as he tips it up to take a sip, some of it dribbles down his face.

He giggles at the sensation, coaxing a laugh from you, too.

“Kid,” Mando scolds, not a hint of actual disdain in his voice. He reaches down his gloved hand and rubs off the droplets of water that sit upon the canvas fabric of Grogu’s little robe. As he does so, the cowl of it pulls back, revealing something bright and shiny beneath it. It’s the same silver colour as Mando’s armour, but not a solid panel like his breastplate. It’s chain mail, tiny little hoops hooked around one another to form a cute little armour shirt.

Once Mando has cleaned him up, he tucks the neck of the robe back up again. Either he’s unaware that you saw the armour, or he doesn’t care that you did.

He’s staring out at the horizon, waiting for you to move again. As you take the flask back from the kid, you observe Mando out of the corner of your eye, something warm flaring in your chest. The kid has armour made from the same material as Mando’s. You wonder if he took some of his own to make that, if he gave it to protect him.

“The armour,” you say, tentative. “Did you make it?”

He puts his hand over Grogu’s chest, almost protectively. His shoulders tense, twitch a little. “No.” He doesn’t elaborate.

“Is it made of the same metal as your armour?”

“Beskar,” he provides, then, “yes.”

That’s cute as fuck. You smile up at him for a second, squinting in the sunlight that shines bright in your eyes. “It suits him,” you say, and then start down the hill, towards your destination.

He follows.

It takes another couple of hours to get to the scrap heap; there isn’t really a path, per se, so it’s a lot of winding around obstacles and avoiding various patches of impenetrable land.

A stinging lizard passes across the ground in front of you at some point, and Mando’s blaster is aimed at it before you even realise what’s going on, his other hand moving to block the kid.

The lizard, of course, could not be less interested. It’s gone before you can even blink, and Mando is just left standing there with his blaster pointed at nothing.

It’s funny. You can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up in your chest.

He glances at you, and if you didn’t think he seems like the most self-assured person you’ve ever met, you might think that he looks a bit embarrassed.

“Can’t be too careful,” you say with a smirk, hoping that the tease isn’t overstepping.

He holsters his blaster again, gets the kid comfy in the satchel. He nods, and keeps going.

The scrap heap is just how you left it last time you passed it, if a little more overgrown than before.

“How long has this been here?” Mando asks, gazing down at the shiny, greenery-covered mess of some kind of crashed starship.

“It’s been here as long as I have.”

He looks at you. “Which is…?”

You bristle. “A while.”

“Why has no one raided it? I can already see parts here that would get a decent price for a trade.”

“I told you,” you say, shrugging with your arms folded over your chest, “I’m the only person on this side of the planet.”

Gaze on you, he tilts his helmet. Either in amusement or consideration, you’re not sure. Maybe both. “And you’ve explored the entirety of this side?”

“Alright, alright,” you roll your eyes at his wry tone, “not literally. But isn’t the fact that this is still here proof enough of that? That, and the empty maps you had.”

He looks back to the scrap pile. “Yes,” he decides on.

“Right. What do you need?”

You get to work, following Mando’s instructions for what to look for, and finding a few pieces he didn’t ask for but presenting them anyway, just in case. Most of them he takes, using a large piece of sheet metal from what was the ship’s body as a big carrier for them. Grogu explores the wreck of the small ship, too, sifting through piles of metal and wires to find things to play with.

You scavenge for hours, until the sun is lowering in the sky and glowing insects are starting to gather in little floating orbs. Mando has his metal pallet covered in a net that he found amongst the wreckage, and he ties a rope to it, slinging it over his shoulder for the journey back.

“I can help with that,” you offer.

He shakes his head, which is probably dumb of him, because now he’s carrying his usual arsenal of weapons and heavy armour, the pack carrying the tent, along with the kid in his satchel, and a huge trailer filled with metal that he’s going to have to drag along the forest floor. But he doesn’t seem too worried by it. “Let’s go.”

You watch him go for a second, raising an eyebrow. The pallet lifts up and down with each swing of his arms, each step, the metal rattling away underneath the net.

If he wants to wreck his back carrying it alone, so be it.

Night falls quicker than you’d expected, and you’ve only just made it back into the forest before it’s getting dark and stars are starting to twinkle in the sky. Mando is still carrying everything himself, you with only your regular pack and a small bag of tools you gathered from the heap. They’re a little dirty, some even housing some green leaves and vines, but it’s nothing a cloth and some scissors can’t fix.

Setting up camp is quick, the two of you finding the same rhythm you’d discovered last night. Grogu sits on a fallen tree trunk by the fire, playing with a large bolt he must have found back there.

“Do you think you got everything?” You ask, stoking the fire as Mando sits down beside Grogu.

“Yes. Thank you for your help. You’re right, this place is a maze, I’d have got lost on my own.”

You nod your agreement. There’s meat cooking in a pan over the flames, sizzling away along with some herbs you found in the forest. Your stomach rumbles hungrily as you scrape the finished meal into two mess tins and one small bowl for the kid.

“Careful, Grogu, it’s hot,” you tell him, placing it down on the floor in front of him. He looks at you curiously, then down at the bowl. He reaches down too quickly and goes to shove the meat into his mouth, but Mando’s gloved hand gets there first and stops him.

“She said it’s hot,” he tells him. “Be careful.”

Grogu seems to consider Mando in the same way he had you, then he looks down to the food, back up to Mando. Like he’s waiting for approval.

“Go on,” Mando assures him. “Slow.”

Tentative, like he actually understands what Mando is saying to him, he lifts the meat up to his lips and puts it in his mouth. Instantly he spits it out with a strangled whine, and glares down at the offending piece where it sits, steaming, on the forest floor.

Mando sighs tiredly. “Here,” he reaches into Grogu’s bowl, pulls out a few chunks of meat in one go and places them on his hand. “My hand’ll cool them off in the air. Take this one, see, it’s not steaming.”

Grogu hesitates, looking up at Mando again, making sure it’s safe. Mando gives him a short nod and extends his meat-laden hand closer to Grogu, who tentatively takes a new chunk, keeping his eyes on Mando as he moves it to his mouth.

He chews this one without burning himself, and a pleased noise comes from his throat instead of a pained one.

You watch the whole interaction, too distracted by it to remember that you’re supposed to be eating. Grogu clearly relies on Mando, trusting his word and his guidance, knowing that he wants the best for him. They might not be related by blood, but their relationship is the closest one can get to father and son.

Mando catches you staring.

You look away, clearing your throat before putting some food down it. “I’ll take the first watch tonight,” you offer. “You’re probably tired after lugging all that metal around.”

“I don’t mind if you want to rest,” he says. “I need to eat, anyway.” His shoulders are slumped, the first time you’ve seen them like that, and something about the slow way he moves just screams that he’s tired.

You look around the forest. There is literally no need for one of you to keep watch. No one is here, only the wildlife, who will always steer clear if they have no reason to come for you.

The tent is right there, easily big enough for three of you.

Mando rolls his shoulder as he waits for a response, and you could swear you hear a soft grunt come through his helmet, like he’s in pain. You’re not surprised; that’s the shoulder that both Grogu’s satchel strap and the rope for his pallet have been hanging from all day.

“We don’t really need to take watch,” you say, swallowing a mouthful. “We can sleep together, if you want. I mean—” you catch the awkward fumble far too late, the words having already slipped from your mouth, embarrassing and filled with double meaning. “Sorry, that’s not—I meant—”

He watches you scramble for words. His free hand is on his knee, fingers tapping against it. The helmet tilts a little.

You’re still trying to make up for what you said, “I didn’t mean…like that,” you say, though now that you’re thinking about it… “Obviously. There’s a kid here. I mean—! Not that I’d mean it like that if the kid wasn’t here, I just—”

He’s still staring.

Still tapping his finger.

“Maker,” you mutter to yourself and look down, shaking your head. “You’re an idiot.”

“Pardon?”

“Not you!” You snap your gaze back to him, panic setting in again as you realise he thought you were talking to him, “I—not you, I was talking to myself…”

Silence. You wish more than anything you could read his face.

Then, though, through the quiet comes a gentle huff of air, like a laugh just came from his nose and through the modulator. He relaxes, leaning back. “I know.” Is all he says, and yes, there is definitely a curve to his voice. A smile.

You gape at him. “You were just fucking with me,” you say. “You knew what I meant.”

“I did.”

A smile twitches at your lips unannounced. “I see how it is,” you let yourself relax, stabbing another chunk of meat with your fork. “You know, that’s not fair. I can’t see your face to tell if you’re joking or not.”

“Isn’t that what makes it fun?”

Without lifting your head, you glance at him. The visor stares, always staring, always thinking. His gaze might be unseen, intangible, but it’s still blatant and hot on your skin, and even though it sometimes makes you feel like squirming beneath it, you can’t get enough. “As I was saying,” you say, “if you want, we can sleep…at the same time.”

He twitches, glancing around, unsure. You watch him, finishing off the last of your meal. Grogu is still eating food, picking up pieces of it from Mando’s glove. There’s grease on the leather, little flaky pieces of wilted herb.

“It’s alright if you don’t feel comfortable,” you assure him. “I know it can be hard to let down your guard when you’re used to it being up.”

The helmet turns back to look at you, and your cheeks go hot under his gaze. “You do,” he says, half-question, half-statement.

“Yes. But we could both use the rest, if you want to get a full night.”

He’s quiet once again, and his fingers are tapping on the armour over his knee just like before.

You’re just starting to think he might be considering the offer when Grogu finishes his food and coos, lifting each of his fingers to lick between them. Mando is still staring at you, though, and it’s a lot. It’s like, even though he sees you through a dark visor, he really does see you. When he looks at you, it feels like he sees you. For real.

And that’s kind of terrifying.

You look back to his glove, welcoming the distraction. “Here,” you grab a scrap piece of cloth from your pack and wet it with water from your flask. “Your glove’s all messy. Can’t shoot a blaster like that.”

It’s only when you’re over there, crouched down in front of him and taking his hand in yours, that you realise this was a terrible distraction and has only made things worse.

Your palm holds the back of his hand, your other using the wet part of the cloth to wipe all the dirt away. Through the leather, you can feel the heat of his body. Feel the curves of his fingers, the bumps of his knuckles. You’ve never been this close to him, haven’t let yourself imagine how warm he’d be under all that armour, how human he really is—

And he’s staring, again, helmet tilted down to look at you. What is he thinking? Is he paying attention to your warmth, like you are to his? Is every touch to his glove like torture, like sparks going up his fingers from yours?

“Thank you,” he says once his hand is clean.

Startled by the sound of his voice, your eyes shoot up to look at him. You wonder if, if you looked closely enough, you’d be able to see his eyes. “You’re welcome,” you say. Then, realising you’re still holding the underside of his hand, you jump back like something has surprised you, needing to get away because you’ve been staring for too long; returning the same sentiment he so often gives to you, though undoubtedly easier to read than his.

You move away, and almost tumble back into the fire.

Like an idiot. Again.

But before the heat of the flames can touch you, gloved hands are taking a firm hold of your arms, holding you away from gravity’s pull. He’s even closer, suddenly, the firelight reflecting in the bright silver of his helmet. You see yourself in it, too, as the light flickers and fades in the breeze. He’s so close that you could just tilt your head and it would touch his helmet.

A part of you wants him to let you go, to drop you—though not literally onto the fire, thanks—to stop touching you because it’s making you feel things and he’s so close and you’ve never had someone that close that you actually wanted that close—

He moves you to the side, away from the fire, and gently lets you go.

As your backside settles into the dirt, you stare, dumbfounded, while he backs away from you and sits down beside Grogu again like nothing ever happened. Like that was nothing to him, just saving you from your own clumsiness.

And yet, the place where he’d held your arms feels like his hands were the flames.

“I’ll take first watch,” he decides on.

It’s ridiculous that disappointment sinks in your stomach.

“O—okay,” you stammer. You’re still just sitting there on the floor, a cloth in one hand, your other hand poised in front of you like you’re still waiting for his to sit in it. Embarrassed, you snap your fist shut, and force yourself to look away. “Alright. Wake me when it’s time.”

And you head off to bed, head spinning, skin still hot where he’d touched you and you’d touched him.

His hands were gentler than you could ever have expected from such a strong man. Firm enough to hold you in place, to keep you safe. Not hard enough to hurt you. Just gentle enough to drive you a little bit crazy, to keep you up for far too long after your head hits the pillow, as you imagine all the other places that his hands could find.

Kriffing hell.

I need to stop.

I’m just lonely. That’s all. Not crazy, just lonely.

It’ll pass.

It always does.

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