#hot dad!boba vibes

[maybege]

'tis the damn season

Summary: Years after you last saw Boba Fett, Natalie invites you to spend Christmas with her family.

Pairing: hot dad!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 7.5k | Rating: M

Warnings: angst, fluff, more angst, probably too many Taylor Swift song references

Hello, my loves! How are you? I hope the end of the year is treating you well. After too many years since 2019, I have caught The Big 'Rona and thought to myself “Why feel miserable when I can make us all feel angst?”. Basically the premise of this is: Have you ever thought what would happen after the alternate (unhappy) ending? This is the answer. The vibes are heavily inspired by ‘tis the damn season and I think there are a few TSwift reference there for you to catch if you enjoy them (don’t ask me how many/few, I literally have no idea). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this last return to hot dad!Boba and I would be so so so very happy if you let me know what you thought in a comment or a reblog! I wish you all a very happy winter season and we will read each other next year ❤️

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

“You promised you would come!”

“I know, Nat,” you sighed, leaning back in your office chair, “It’s just … it’s a long time since I’ve been back and I don’t want to impose and –“

“You would never impose,” she interjected, “You know that! My mom is already so excited to see you and,” here her voice got quieter, “If I do get engaged this holiday season, I want my best friend there. You didn’t even come to the summer trip this year.”

I didn’t come on the summer trip in the last three years, you wanted to reply but you knew that it would not help your case. You clicked out of the document you had been working on, immediately being faced with the desktop background of you and Nat, smiling into the camera when she had come to visit you last year.

You remembered how happy you had been to show her around your new home, to see her after your big move and talk to her like nothing had happened. And for a few brief moments, it had felt like your heart had never been broken, like you were healed from the sadness that seemed to haunt you from three years away.

“Okay,” you heard yourself say, “I will come to visit you over the holidays.”

*

Two months later, you were sure you were about to regret your moment of weakness. But it was too late to go back now, your bags were checked in, the plane had taken off and landed and the winter’s frost was sneaking its way into your thick winter coat as you hurried across the tarmac and into the little airport building.

You were barely past the gates when heard your name being called by a very familiar and very excited voice and it took you but a moment to spot a head of red curls bobbing up and down in the crowd. And then there they were, Nat and Will, everyone’s favourite couple.

It was late, already, and you were tired but having Natalie swing herself at you had you. “You look amazing! Oh, my stars, how was your flight? Did they serve dinner? If not, mom saved you some dinner she made this new pasta dish that you are going to love. Seriously, it is to die for, it has these bits of rosemary in the sauce that –“

“It is so good to see you,” Will greeted you with a smile, taking your suitcase from you, his hand landing on your shoulder, before leaning in to whisper, “She has been very excited as you can hear.”

You grinned, listening to Natalie chatter away as she led you outside and through the parking lot, right towards Will’s car. Snow was dusting the ground and you could see your breath forming little clouds in the air.

It was a winter wonderland.

“How was your day?”

“Exhausting,” you answered honestly as you sat in the back of the car, “Drove to the airport straight from work and it's just – it’s been a long day.”

“You’ll be happy to hear that Poppy has prepared the guest room for you,” Will smiled, “And made her famous lasagne.”

You could not help your groan, “That sounds fucking amazing.”

Nat laughed in the backseat, “I knew you’d say that!”

The drive to her home was shorter than you had remembered but perhaps it was also Nat’s commentary on what you had missed the last three years that made it seem like the blink of an eye before Will pulled into a familiar driveway.

“Oh, wow that’s a lot of cars,” you commented, feeling a little anxious about the gathering that Natalie had insisted was “small”.

As you got out of the car, your eyes Immediately went further up the road, trying to see if you could spot any light in the windows of the neighbouring house or a car in the driveway or Boba walking towards you, confessing his undying love and that he wanted you back and –

“Let’s get going before the food gets cold,” Nat clapped her hand, clearly excited and you tried your best to smile, “I bet Mom had to defend the leftovers for you already.”

Will was the first to enter and carried your bag up the stairs which you were thankful for. You could hear voices coming from the kitchen but you made it a point to let Natalie enter first. “Look who is here!” your friend announced excitedly and you stepped into the door.

Poppy was immediately in front of your, completely blocking your view and you immediately felt more at ease when you saw her genuine smile. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” she greeted you, hugging you to her before pulling you to the kitchen table, “Good thing Will is a quick driver or else …”

You were sure she continued talking, you just didn’t hear her. Her voice faded off into nothingness much like everything else. The only sound you could hear was rushing in your ears as your eyes drifted to the kitchen table. There was Nat’s dad, Rob, yes. He had a plat of lasagne before him and a glass of wine in his hand. He was smiling as he listened to his voice.

But next to him, standing up as soon as you had entered, was Boba. His plate was empty as was his glass, his big hands were resting on the table as if he had pushed himself up. He was wearing blue jeans and a belt and a blue button-down that was rolled up on his forearms. Your heart began to beat faster and faster with no shows of stopping and you were

When your eyes met his, time stood still. There was no other way to describe what was happening other than everything else ceased to exist. Time, space, and any other people in the room. It was all gone. All you could see, all you could think, was Boba. The years hadn’t changed him, really, he was still as handsome as ever, if not more. His dark eyes were warm and his lips were pressed tight together. You wondered if seeing you again affected him as much as it did you.

“Hi,” you blurted out, your voice sounding wrong to your own ears.

Boba swallowed, you could see his head bob, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. Lips that you had kissed once like it was the easiest thing in the world. And it had been.

“Hello,” he said, his voice such a deep rumble you felt like it made your chest vibrate.

Things were said and people stood and left and you didn’t really notice any of it. All you could do was watch as Boba left with Rob, his eyes never leaving yours and was Poppy with them too?

And how did you end up at the table with Nat and a steaming plate of lasagne in front of you?

“I, uh, I didn’t know your dad would stay here,” you finally said, numbly reaching for the fork. You couldn’t even look forward to Poppy’s famous lasagne. Great.

“Oh, since he sold the house, he stays over every Christmas,” she shrugged, “It’s cheaper than getting a hotel and it’s nice to have him close.”

“He sold the house?” you frowned.

“Told you,” she smiled sadly, “A lot has happened since you were last here.”

*

If there was one thing it was that Nat always knew how to get a whole group of people tied into activities, no matter how reluctant they were. Making gingerbread houses, movie nights, potlucks, and walks through the wintery town, Nat really went all out.

Which meant that you had two weeks fully packed with activities for the whole family and no chance of escaping Boba’s intense gaze.

Great.

You had prided yourself on the fact that you were over him. You had gone on dates, you had bought sex toys for yourself, you had set up dating profiles, you had done everything a woman your age did. He had no power over your anymore, of that you had been sure as soon as you had moved away.

But now that you saw him again, saw the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, saw the way his body shook when he laughed or how his hand looked around a cold glass of wine, you weren’t so sure anymore. The worst thing was when you caught him looking at you – more than once – almost lost in thought and his eyes so soft it made your chest ache.

“Dad where are you going?”

You looked up from where you were unsuccessfully trying to drip frosting over the edge of your gingerbread house.

Boba was already by the door to the hallway, looking like he got caught with the hand in the cookie jar. “I’m done,” he said and, as a way of explanation, pointed to his structurally sound and brutalist-inspired decorated ginger house.

“But we aren’t!” Nat protested and much to your dismay, she pointed to you, “Why don’t you help her?”

“Oh, I really don’t think –“

“C’mon, Boba,” Rob interrupted him gently, “Help the girl.”

You had never felt more miserable in your life. Not only did he not want to be close to you, but he also had to be forced to be close to you. An awkward silence ensued as you feverishly stared at your project, trying to avoid looking at him. Because stars knew if you looked at him you wouldn’t be able to stop.

A dark green sweater appeared behind the house as he sat down and you swallowed when you thought of how good he looked with the little belly and the strong arms and the –

“So … what are we doing?”

“I’m trying to put snow on the roof,” you explained, still not looking at him. Your fingers were sticky with the glaze and you clenched your teeth when you saw a chocolate sprinkle slide down the wall. Why could this stupid thing not work the way you wanted it to?

Boba reached for the piping bag in your hands and when his fingertips brushed your knuckles, it felt like he was burning through your skin. “Here, let me. The trick is –“

You pulled away, the icicle you had been piping dropping to the tin aluminium asphalt. “I got it,” you hissed, “You can – You can do something else.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, and you could see him reaching for the bowl of cookie crumbs, “Should I do the garden?”

You nodded, trying your hardest to get your hands to stop shaking. Conversations assumed around you and you both worked in silence. He did not say anything and neither did you because what if you said something embarrassing? Had you overreacted when he had wanted to help you? What if you already had embarrassed yourself?

Then again, why would he refuse to help you? Why didn’t he want to be near you? Sure, you weren’t together anymore and you could imagine easier things for your heart than to be decorating a gingerbread house with him but surely, you weren’t that bad? Did you repulse him that much?

The thoughts in your head didn’t leave you any peace and so you chanced up a glance at him. He was meticulously spreading the cookie crumbs on the foil, his head tilted forward and your eyes followed the bridge of his nose, the line of his jaw, and the little crow's feet next to his eyes that you wanted to trace with your finger.

As if he knew you were looking at him, his eyes shot up, meeting yours. Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t do anything, really, except for watching the corners of his mouth quirk up in a tentative smile.

Shakily, you smiled back.

*

“Let’s go ice skating!”

By now you should have known that whenever Nat had an idea, she would get everyone else to do it with her whether they wanted to or not. If you were honest with yourself, you appreciated her for always getting you to try new things and taking you out of your comfort zone but damn sometimes you just wanted to take a stroll through the snow and curl up in bed with a good book.

But instead of the soft duvet of the guest bed and the warm pages under your fingertips, you were standing at the edge of the frozen lake in a park, the air filled with laughter, screeching children’s voices and the scarping of skates on ice. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shifting from left to right to keep at least a hint of body heat.

“No skating for you?”

You looked at the man standing next to you. He looked casual. And good. He always looked good. He was wearing a black coat and had his hands in his pockets as he looked at a laughing Nat and Will that waved at you. You waved back with a smile, taking a deep breath.

“I don’t really feel like breaking my neck today,” you explained, “What about you?”

“I just wanted to talk to you.”

There went your composure.

“Oh.”

“So,” he started, smiling slightly, looking at you and forgotten was your determination to just ignore him for the two weeks. The man could read you like an open book and it felt so good to be with him again. Even if it would never be like before. “Nat mentioned you got promoted?”

“I was,” you confirmed, fiddling with your hands, “I, uh, I moved to the coast two years ago. It’s pretty cool, actually, no more fighting with marketing and I get to do some of my own projects.”

“That sounds great. So, uh, John still around?” he asked, his hands awkwardly in his pockets, “Couldn’t help but notice that he isn’t … here.”

You chanced a side glance at him, marvelling at how he

You cleared your throat, “No, he, uh, he hasn’t been around for a while.”

“A while, huh?” he echoed and you nodded.

“I guess it just wasn’t meant to be,” you shrugged, “Is, uh, is Caroline still in the picture?”

“She and I wanted different things,” he explained, “Took us just a little time to realize it. I, yeah, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”

As you stood at the edge of the lake, his arm lightly brushing yours, you wondered if maybe you were meant to be.

*

“I think Will is going to propose,” she whisper shouted one night as she sat on your bed, “He is so weird about his luggage and yesterday I saw him hiding something in the sock drawer.”

You had just stepped out of the shower, your hair still dripping as you wrapped the towel tighter around your body. “Did you look to see what it was?”

“Of course not!”

You threw her a look.

“Okay, maybe a little,” she admitted, “It certainly looks like a ring box. Now I just need to

“You know I am going to ask you to be my bridesmaid, right?”

You laughed, “Thank you, Nat, but I expect you to ask me again when it is all official.”

“Of course, of course,” she assured you, gripping a pillow in front of her belly, “I am just so fucking happy. Me! Married! Can you imagine?”

“I can,” you smiled, “And I am truly happy for you, Nat.”

Suddenly her smile fell, though, and you tilted your head questioningly. “Don’t tell me you already worry about the guest list,” you teased her.

“Oh, don’t kid yourself,” she grinned, “I have that figured out since forever, I just …”

“Yeah?”

“I just wish you could feel as happy as I do,” she admitted softly and your smile fell.

“It’s okay,” you said, your heart cracking a little, “I just haven’t met the right person yet. I – I wasn’t as lucky as you were.” Your voice trailed off towards the end, knowing that you had met your person already. It just hadn’t worked out. But you could hardly tell her that.

“Yes, but what if you were,” she insisted, standing up and pacing around the room, “Maybe – maybe

“Nat, if this is your attempt to get dating again, you know I am not ready after John and –“

“John was a bad idea,” she waved off, “But it is important to me that you know that I only ever want you to be happy, okay? I need you to know that.”

“Nat, are you okay?” you frowned, pulling her into a hug, “I promise I am happy and I would never think you were trying to keep me from being happy.”

“Okay,” she sighed, her arms wrapping around your shoulders so tightly, it felt like she was squeezing the air out of your lungs, “I just really need you to know that.”

*

His stares drove you crazy. No matter where you were, in what part of the house, or with whom, Boba haunted you like a ghost and the worst thing was you weren’t even sure if it was intentional. You saw him wearing comfy sweaters, debating wine choices with Rob or joking around with poppy and always – always – glancing at you like he couldn’t even help it.

You wanted to hate him for it. You wanted to hate him for the way he had broken your heart and how you still loved him so effortlessly.

*

You had never really understood what an out-of-body experience was supposed to feel like. Yeah, sure, when Boba and you had gotten hot and heavy there had been a few instances where you felt like your mind was floating above your pleasure-filled body, it never quite rang true.

Well, when Will woke you up the next morning, asking you to back up his suggestion for the day's activity because he wanted to propose to Nat, you knew the entire day would pass you by like you were just a spectator of your own life.

And it did.

You watched Will get down on one knee in front of everyone. You watched Nat gasp in surprise, tears of happiness trailing down her eyes as she accepted with the biggest smile you had ever seen. Everyone was so happy and you wanted to think you were too. And you were. Somewhat.

But you couldn’t help but ask yourself if that would have been in your and Boba’s future if you had stayed together. If something like marriage was still in your future, even if it wasn’t with Boba. But did you even want to marry anyone that wasn’t him?

Poppy and Rob got out the prosecco and as Boba hugged his daughter and Will, his eyes met yours and you imagined seeing the same questions in his eyes that were in yours. That made it even worse.

You were all squeezed into the living room, a fire roaring in the heart and loud jazzy Christmas music playing as Nat stood next to you, showing you how her engagement ring twinkled in the firelight. It was truly a beautiful piece of jewellery and Will had chosen it perfectly for his fiancée.

Nodding at whatever she was saying, you forced the corners of your mouth upwards. The back of your neck prickled and you turned around, finding Boba frowning at you, clearly concerned. In this room full of people, he was still the only one who could spot your fake smile.

“I need to get something to drink,” you mumbled to a still-talking Nat, turning on your heel and escaping into the dark kitchen.

The feeling in your chest grew heavier with every step you took and you swore you couldn’t breathe, your vision going black for a moment. Was this what a panic attack felt like?

You opened the fridge, the blue light a welcome sight and you breathed in the cold air, closing your eyes and thinking. It would all be okay. It had to be.

“Are you okay?”

You flinched, shutting the fridge door and turning around. You wanted to say Yes, thank you for asking before smiling and going back to the living room and pretending as if nothing had ever happened. But somehow, seeing him stand in front of you, a symbol for the biggest what if, the biggest regret, the stand-in for the life you did not have but wanted to have, so badly, with him, it messed with your brain. There was no other explanation for what happened next.

“I loved you, you know?” you burst out, immediately wishing you could take it back when you saw the way his eyes widened. Your breath caught in your throat.

There they were. Words that floated between the two of you that could never be taken back, that had opened you up to him shooting the final shot, throwing you over the cliff, stomping on your offered heart and shattering it into a thousand pieces that you would pick up and glue together just to offer it again.

Because there was no denying now that no matter how much time had passed, you would always love him.

“I know,” he replied, quietly, “I love you too.”

Words were stuck in your throat, building up into a mass that made you feel like you couldn’t breathe anymore. It felt like something was stuck in your throat – your heart, maybe – and all you could hear was I loved you too. But that wasn’t what he had said, was it?

Before you got your mouth to work again, Poppy came in, her presence like a shock of cold water on your system. “Boba, could you help Rob with the tree? I think it might be a two-men-job.”

“I need to go,” he said, still only looking at you, and he followed her out.

“Yeah,” you breathed, watching him leave the kitchen, “Leave me.”

*

You took the first opportunity to leave, mumbling something about a migraine after dinner, before you hurried up the steps and into the sanctuary of your room. You sat down on the bed and didn’t move, simply letting yourself cry to your heart’s content because there was nothing, no thought, no idea, nothing, that could keep you from feeling like you had just lost everything.

You didn’t have any more strength in you to deal with this and you doubted you had had any strength coming into this. All you wanted was Boba but life just … it just didn’t work.

Maybe you weren’t meant to be after all.

What must be hours later, a knock on your door alerted you before the door already opened and a familiar redhead appeared in your room. In her hand, she held a bowl with chocolate mousse and tears stung your eyes again because she was such a good friend and she didn’t even know and –

“I am so sorry,” you cried, hastily wiping at your cheeks, “I am so happy for you, Nat, truly, I didn’t want to ruin –“

“It’s because of my dad, isn’t it?”

You froze. “What?”

“Because of Boba,” she clarified, her voice careful, and set the plate down on the dresser.

You could feel the blood leave your face, all of it racing to your heart that was pumping so fast it felt like it would burst inside your chest. You felt faint. “Nat, I’m so sorry,” you said numbly, your voice hoarse, “I – “

“Don’t … Don’t say anything, please,” she interrupted you, taking a shaky breath, “I think it's about time that I confess something to you.”

*

It was the middle of the night when she was done talking. You hadn’t said anything, feeling like a wall had just collapsed on top of you and you just sat there. And then she sat there, tears in her eyes like she was the one who had been betrayed by her very best friend.

“It was you?” you swallowed, “It … You knew? All this time.”

“I know and I – I am so sorry. You two are so miserable without each other and it is all my fault but I just – I felt like you were betraying me. But now that I know I want this happiness for you too and if it is with my dad then so be it, I mean I, … I really hope you can forgive me.”

Suddenly it all seemed too much. The ring on her finger screamed at you, rubbing under your nose how happy she was and that it was exactly this happiness that she had destroyed for you.

“I – I need to go,” you heard yourself say, already standing in front of the door.

Nat jumped up, “No, please wait!”

You ripped the door open, rushing down the hallway in a blind rage to just get away.

“Is everything okay?” That was Will. Will who was still friends with John. John who had only called you because Nat told him to. Because Nat knew. She had always known.

She called your name but you did not look back, rushing towards the stairs and bumping into a warm body.

Why did everything need to be so mall?

Warm hands settled on your upper arms. “What’s going on?” a concerned voice asked and hearing his voice now made you feel both worse and safer. Stars, you wanted to cuddle into him and escape the madness that was this day.

“I need to go,” you brought out instead, highly aware of Will’s confused stare on your back.

“No, c’mon, please let us talk!” Nat was closer now and you didn’t know what you would do if she managed to catch up with you.

Suddenly you were a few steps down the stairs, a large body covering yours from her gaze. “I think maybe that is not a good idea.”

“Dad, you have no idea –“

“I think I do,” he said, his voice unwavering and you blinked in the half-dimmed light, taking in the curve of his broad shoulders and Nat’s face you could only see parts of, “And I think your friend needs some time.”

She didn’t say anything but you also did not give her a chance too. You hurried down the steps, almost missing the last one because of how eager you were to finally get out. You did not bother to turn on the light, knowing your boots were the ones on the very left and you hopped on one foot, trying to stuff the leg of your jeans into the leather.

A shadow fell over you and you did not need to look up to know who it was.

“I am coming with you,”, he said, the car keys already dwarfed in his big hand, “you are in no condition to go anywhere on your own.”

You did not protest.

To be honest, you were relieved. Your mind was reeling, you felt like you had lived fifty years in the last twenty-four hours and you just … you just needed the familiar comfort that was him.

It was eerily quiet outside. And cold. So fucking cold. He made it a point not to touch you but you still imagined feeling the ghost of his hand on your back, leading you to his car. He opened the door for you and you slipped inside, immediately assaulted by the smell of his cologne and the sheer domesticity of it all.

Boba remained quiet as he started to drive and you appreciated him letting you your space. Because as soon as you somehow were able to form a coherent thought, panic filled you because Boba did not know. Or did he? Would you have to tell him that it was Nat’s involvement all along that had gotten you into that fateful fight years ago? Would it even matter to him?

When the car stopped, you looked up, trying to recognize the place you were at and immediately let out a sad, broken laugh.

“How fitting,” you murmured, “Let me guess, we got room 13B?”

Boba smiled sadly, “I never actually stopped the standing reservation,” he took the key out of the ignition, “Never stopped paying it.”

You did not know what to say to it but somehow it felt like a love confession all over again. The snow crunched under his shoes and you shook your head, trying to free your head from the cloudy thoughts that made everything so much harder to bear.

The way to the room caused you flashbacks of all the times you had met up here and you hated how the few steps to the stairs and along the horribly carpeted gallery felt like coming home. It felt comfortable and safe and the way Boba opened the door for you with the smallest smile felt familiar.

He shrugged out of his jacket and put it over the armchair before turning on the heating to full blast. The sound of the AC was loud and jarring but it was exactly what you needed to get you back into reality.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked when you sat down on the bed. You toed off your boots, pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your feet under the duvet. This would be a long night, of that you were sure, and you were tired of always being cold.

Boba followed your example and the mattress dipped when he sat down next to you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body and the wish to cuddle into him was stronger than ever before.

I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. I love you too.

He had said that and he had meant it. He had to have meant it or else he wouldn’t have said it. Boba was many things but he had never maliciously lied to you and he wouldn’t start now. Or were you just imagining things because you were so desperate to be loved by him?

You took a deep breath, fresh tears gathering in your eyes and you started to relay the conversation, the monologue, you had had with Nat. It wasn’t the best moment to talk for you, considering you still hiccupped with tears sometimes or stumbled over words in your haste to get through them without crying. But Boba listened to you and he understood you if the knot between his brows was anything to go by.

His hand was lying between you, looking like it was just waiting for yours to join.

“I am so sorry, I don’t want you to be angry at her,” you trailed off towards the end, frowning, “Or maybe I do. I – I don’t know …”

“I’m not angry,” he said, “I’m just incredibly disappointed in her.”

You laughed, tears sticky on your cheeks. “Sorry,” you sobbed, “That is just the most dad thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“I suppose that’s true,” his lips crooked up, his hand turned his palm up and you hated how that made your heart skip a beat, “But it is how I feel.”

“I never –“ you inhaled sharply, feeling your eyes sting again, “I never thought she knew. I never – What if she had –“

“Would it have made a difference?”

“Yes!” you cried, “Because I never – I never wanted to lose you,” your voice grew soft, “We could have worked things through we could have – we could still be … happy.”

Boba hummed and you gathered to courage to put your hand in his. For a split second, you were afraid he would pull away but he didn’t. His thick fingers slipped between yours effortlessly and breathing felt a little easier now that he gently squeezed your hand.

“I’ve thought so many times about what happened,” he started slowly, “It was the only thing I could think about for months and if I am really honest, it still haunts me.”

You sniffled, looking up at him through your lashes and he met your gaze and damn it why did his eyes still make your heart skip a beat after all this time?

“I wish I had done a lot of things differently back then,” he continued, never looking away from you and for the first time you imagined seeing him scared, “I should have taken your words at face value, I should have been more open about my fears and I should have … I should have believed you when you told me you didn’t mind my age. And I am – stars, princess, I am so sorry.”

You had cried so much, it felt like there were no more tears to cry. But instead of tears, you needed to spill words now because you could feel this was it. This was the moment you could be

“I would have done a lot of things differently, too,” you whispered hoarsely, clearing your throat before hurriedly continuing, “I would have tried to understand more what is at stake for you, I would have told Josh to fuck off right away,” Boba smiled at that, “I would have told you I love you and that – that I am willing .”

Boba shuffled closer, his shoulder bumping into yours and you smiled when he raised your joined hands to his knee.  

“Ask me why I sold the house.”

You tried to calm your racing heart. “Why did you sell the house?”

“I could not bear to be in a city without you in it,” he confessed, “To be fair, it’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you but I – I couldn’t stay in a place where there was no future with you.”

“Boba –“

His fingers squeezed yours before letting you. You watched as he stood up from the bed, walking around to stand in front of you and you gaped up at him, turning to sit on the edge. He held out his hand you gave it to him without a thought, his rough fingertips brushing over your knuckles.

“I never stopped,” he stated, his voice sounding as strong as when he had told Nat off, “I never stopped loving you, princess.”

“Me neither,” you murmured, hardly believing what was happening and you stood up as well, the edge of the mattress still in the back of your knees but you needed to be close to him. And you needed to stand because this was … this was important and you needed him to know and –

“Look where we stand, princess,” he whispered with a smile, his chest touching yours.

You looked up. Damn and motels and their cheese decorations.

“I heard it’s incredibly bad luck not to kiss under a mistletoe,” you breathed, unable to hide a teary smile as you felt his breath on your face. He was so close.

“We wouldn’t want that, now do we?” he replied with a grin, leaning even closer. His nose brushed against yours, his fingers brushing over your wrist until he could hold your hand and tug and –

Stars, you had missed kissing him.

It felt like coming home: his chapped lips against yours, the stubble on his jaw, the warmth of his body seeping through your clothes, his tongue and you couldn’t help but sigh into him. He rumbled, one hand coming up to your back and holding you against him and you smiled, trying to press even closer to him.

Yes, kissing him felt like finally coming out of the cold and putting on a warm blanket.

Boba pulled away and you both breathed heavily. “I love you,” you grinned, squeezing his hand, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he murmured, kissing you softly, “I never stopped loving you.”

He held your hand and he didn’t let go, his thick fingers squeezing yours so tightly as if he was afraid you would disappear into thin air at any moment.

“Wanna sit down?” you asked, slowly sinking to the bed and Boba followed, leaning over you until your back hit the mattress.

His hand let go of yours as he supported himself above you and there was something so beautiful about finally feeling his body rest on yours again. He leant down, kissing you again though he did pull away before things could get more heated. You pouted, running your hand over his chest and belly and relishing in the tingle you felt all over your body.

“Wanna take things slow,” he whispered into your ear, his nose brushing down your jaw before he planted a kiss on your neck, “I want to do things properly, this time around.”

“There is nothing proper about us,” you teased him, kissing his scratchy jaw and the rumble he let out made your core ache.

He chuckled and rolled off of you and you turned on your side, his arm immediately coming around your middle to hold you to him. It was like no time had passed at all between now and the last time you had been this close, your bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

“Not yet,” he admitted, “But there could be.”

Not knowing what he meant by that, you just looked at him, resting your hand on his chest.

“I got a job offer by the coast,” he revealed quietly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and you closed your eyes.

“Where?” you asked, hoping to not sound too eager, “I mean, uh, what city?”

He chuckled, his finger tracing over your cheek, “I think you know which one.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you opened your eyes. Boba was smiling now, properly, and his eyes were shining with mirth and he was serious and he wanted what you wanted. You could not help the excited laugh that bubbled up in your throat and soon, he joined in, peppering kisses all over your face.

“What do you say we start the new year together?” he suggested, his arm tightening around your middle, “On the same side of the country?”

*

The house was completely dark when you came back and you did not know if that should make you feel better or not.

Boba had given you his jacket, insisting that your thin pyjama shirt wouldn’t do anything to stave off the cold and he was right. Besides, you loved seeing him in his dark green sweater. Both of you were silent during the ride back but this time not because of tension or the accumulation of years of hurt but because you were so content.

He was holding your hand, his thumb occasionally running over your palm and you glanced at him every few seconds, smiling because this was the start of something precious. Something you would fight for forever if that was what it took.

The door squeaked as you entered the hallway, toeing off your boots and you could hear Rob snoring in the bedroom.

“I’m gonna get changed,” you murmured, suddenly feeling a little shy, “Will I see you at breakfast?”

Boba hummed, stepping closer to you and kissing you again, his fingers tapping your chin. “You know it, princess,” he rumbled and you kissed him again. After all, you had some catching up to do.

It was when you were both ready to go to your respective rooms that Boba posed the question you had tried to avoid. “Do you want to talk to Nat today?” he asked quietly, careful not to wake anyone.

You thought about it for a moment, your shoulder falling when you realized, “I – I don’t know. It’s all still fresh.” 

“You don’t have to decide now,” Boba assured you, pulling you in for a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “We have time.”

And for the first time in weeks, you could relax because you knew he was right.

You had time.

*

There was no question that it was the best and the worst holiday of your life at the same time. You went from spending time with Nat and avoiding Boba to spending time with Boba and avoiding Nat – an arrangement that you were sure hurt her as much as it did you. But she accepted that you needed time and despite your unsure feelings, you managed to stay civil until Will drove you to the airport for your flight home.

But the year that followed was, without the question, the best one.

In January, Boba accepted the job offer and moved to the coast, only a five-minute drive away from where you lived. You texted every day and set up regular date nights and although it felt like you had simply continued where you left off, you both made it a point to talk things through, several times, until you were ready to face the new future together.

In February, he surprised you with a weekend trip to a family-led boutique hotel. You spent the entire weekend locked up in the bedroom, too busy exploring each other’s bodies to really care for what was going on in the outside world. You ordered room service, watched TV in just your bathrobes and

In March, Nat sent you a tentative text message. You replied just as tentatively. Boba set you up as his emergency contact which you found out when his company car was involved in an accident and the secretary automatically called you, causing you to have five heart attacks all at once. (He was fine, he assured you multiple times but you still got an uncomfortable feeling when he would have to drive somewhere.)

In April, Will and Nat married. Boba attended the festivities and although you were specifically named as his Plus One, you only managed to bring yourself to attend the service, clutching Boba’s hand the entire time who never left you alone – just like he had promised. As Nat passed you on the aisle, she smiled at you and you smiled back. It would take time, you realized, to ever get back to the kind of friendship you had before. But it was not impossible.

In June, you surprised a reluctant Boba with a trip to the animal shelter. The plan had been to find a pet for you but after five minutes of Boba playing with one of the older and, according to staff “shyer”, dogs, you realized that if anyone was going to leave with a pet, it would be him. And so, it came that Boba adopted an adorable American Staffordshire Terrier named Rancor.

In July, you, Rancor and Boba joined the family on the yearly summer holiday. It wasn’t even a question of whether or not you would share a room and you secretly relished in John’s shocked face when Boba kissed you demonstratively. (He insisted he wasn’t jealous but you swore he threw the man a dark look more than once. And so did Rancor.)

In August, you and Boba bought a house to make into a home. It had a garden for Rancor to run around in and enough rooms to serve as an office and, as Boba teased one evening, nurseries. Countless trips to furniture stores, home depots and gardening centres later, you knew that this was the man you wanted to spend your life with.

In September, a crying Nat called you, causing both of you to panic and Boba already googling for flight tickets until she could finally form words and reveal that she was pregnant and already four months along. Boba got a bit pale around the nose when you teasingly called him grandpa but things got better when he realized he could call Poppy grandma just to get on her nerves.

In October, you and Nat talked for three hours on the phone. Many tears and apologies later, you felt like you had finally some closure on a part of your life that had dragged on for way too long. Were things great between you? No, but they were a start that you felt good about.

In November, you and Boba attempted to make your own Thanksgiving dinner which failed catastrophically and with a barely thawed turkey in the sink, Boba made the executive decision to order pizza while you tried to save the apple pie. The night ended with you relaxing on the couch, his arm around your shoulders, your head on his chest and Rancor snoozing away at the end of the couch.

But it was December that really made things come full circle. Because when you hosted your first Christmas party in your house, everybody came to visit, sharing the holiday spirit and exchanging thoughtful gifts and making you feel even more welcome in the family. A pregnant Nat helped you choose some fun activities.

And as the whole town started a countdown to the new year, Boba, whispering in your ear, his arms around you as you looked at the sky in anticipation, asked you to marry him.

[mothmags]

More Nashi headcannons

This time, her relationships with her family!

part 2 - part 4

Natsu

I said it before and I'll say it again she is a daddys girl

Her and her dad were super close when she was little, and they are still very close now

Natsu is so proud of his little girl.

This mf will brag to everyone about how strong and brave she is

very much like how guildarts acts about cana vibes

she tries to seem humble about it, but it's very obvious that she likes the praise

these two team up to prank people. April fools day is dreded in the dragneel household for this reason alone

he has since learned to knock when entering her apartment after accidentally catching her and maree in the mid romantic moment (they were not having sex THANK GOD)

"their not dating my ass," but he mostly keeps it to himself. they will tell everyone when their ready (totally not connecting that he and lucy had that same kinda relationship when they were younger)

be buys her and her brother a gift if he's gone on a long mission

yall KNOW. He's going to be a great dad

Lucy

when she was a teen, her and her mom had BEEF

nashi would not listen to a word she said even if it was for the best

nashi was just sick of having her tell her what to do

she grew out of it by her late teens' early 20s, tho

they were super close when she was a kid and are becoming closer now that shes out her teenage angst era

even though they had a rocky couple of years, they would still do magic lessons on wednesdays

before they go for their weekly lessons, they get coffee or tea at the local cafe that opened up down the street

Lucy gets a mocha latte and Nashi gets a boba tea

they talk about books and how their week has been and general catch up since sometimes their schedules dont sync up

these two, even in nashis' teen years, they gossip to each other about stuff happening in the guildhall while the other was away

nashi also tells her mom everything shes been working on in her studies at FSI

lucy is always ecstatic since some of it is stuff that isnt public knowledge yet

luxy tries really hard to be a good mother to her kids and now that nashi isnt a kid anymore she sees how much work and love her mom gives to make their family happy

Neil

She low key thinks he's a babied brat

They "fight" a lot. mostly about trivial things, but it never gets serious. its mostly teasing

they dont throw hands often with eachother its mostly verbal

Lucy would ground them for fighting, and they would both be like "moooom >:( we were just having a little fun"

he breaks into her apartment several times a week to steal snack on the way to the guild

when he tries to set up a prank in her apartment maree catches him like 75% of the time

she just kinda backs away and doesn't snitch because she thinks it'll be funny

sometimes hed just break in to knock a drink off her counter and turn the lights off or just generally be a nuisance for a hot second then just leave

nashi never gave him a key. This guy just breaks in through her window.

sometimes loke lets him in tho

he stays with them when his parents are on a long mission

not because he needs someone to watch him but because he gets bored in an empty house

they very much have the "only I'm allowed to be mean to my sibling" dynamic and will fight anyone who tries to break that

when they both were living under the same roof, it was incredibly chaotic but once she moved out he missed her a lot

hed never tell her that tho

Happy

besties for the resties

he joins her on smaller jobs when she can just go by herself

he joins in because "a lady shouldn't travel alone!" but he just wants to hang out with her

when she was younger and more rowdy, he would try to keep her out of trouble but would get wrapped up in whatever prank she was doing at the time

he would join her for mostly every job for this reason, but since neil goes out on jobs alone now, he mostly joins him (and ofc he joins natsu and lucy on theirs aswell when they do big ones)

he steals food from her apartment with neil

he teases her like like how he teases lucy but ofc its all light hearted

[honeyedheartss]

the seattle pre show! I'm a lil late but here u go

- he went to pikes place and the space needle and saw a lady selling hot cider and thought it was whimsical

- he asked us if we liked living in Seattle and we were the only city who mainly said yes. the only other place who's said they like where they live was Wales.

- coffee or tea? he is a "coffee slut".

- if he left right then to get a tattoo he would have to be very drunk because he has commitment issues but he would wind up getting the original horny starbucks logo with the mermaid showing her tits and spreading fin

- someone asked "have you had dicks?" which he was offended by, and then read that it was a local burger joint. he was SO happy he could get a Bag of Dicks. he wound up talking about it for almost a minute and said he would go get a bag of dicks after the show.

- last anime he watched was my hero academia because he was catching up

- favorite anime of all time is Fullmetal Alchemist. he hasn't watched all if it just a few episodes and "there's a really cute scene of a dad and her daughter" [he said verbatim but he meant a daughter and her dad obvs]

- he was asked how he came up with the concept for the show and he said one morning he woke up and screamed bc the world was going to end and decided to make a show.

- his strangest phobia is a fear of man made objects underwater.

- someone told him to name 3 Hatsune Miku songs or they would leave and he DID!! and in record time too

- his clickbait title for the show would be "Potential Dan Ass Reveal?"

- he doesn't wear any layers under his jumpsuit (which the theatre all went "ew" to) and he ripped it because someone shouted "cunt" at him and he squatted too fast

- he is pro-soup!

- BUT he is VEHEMENTLY against people who think cereal is a soup

- someone brought their mom and he told her to close her ears and her eyes and he was sorry

- he was asked about his history with DDR and he said he actually played it as a kid and got good at it and now he's the person who's too good at it to be cool because you go to play with friends and then there is an annoying fuck doing jumps and combos and you don't enjoy it anymore and that's him

- very offended that someone asked him how to survive college

- "British people aren't real they were created by the American government so they could be the victims of history"

- he doesn't like boba :(

- "what is something that keeps you motivated to do youtube" nothing.

- "is dystopia daily for the bit bc all of it feels like it's for the bit but none of it does" he said they'd nailed the vibe of the show.

the guests are always confused and scared but Phil was the most weirded out. Dodie went with it and his gramma rolled with it and spit back sass really fast and he said he should replace Phil with his gramma.

- he filmed a dystopia daily with Louise but she was very scared and he's not sure how much of it is going to be approved to post even after editing

- he was asked how much money to eat a chip off the ground and he said he would probably pay us to eat floor chips. they spilled pickles in the bus and put the floor ones on the table when they were cleaning up and he snuck and ate them when no one was around

- called himself a "dirty pickle bitch"

- told someone to name their cat Susan 3

- in regards to his election day photo "democracy needs saving and I will post a nude for democracy"

- his toxic trait is that he's always right. if he doesn't know the answer to something he won't give an opinion and when he does and someone disagrees he waits for them to Google it with a smug look on his face

- he doesn't think he would have finished law school in an alternate universe, he would have been on OnlyFans

- his favorite Disney character is the Beast from Beauty and the Beast

- someone asked when he was going back to the spray tan and he got offended that they thought it was fake and said "no I just used to go on holiday with my family. and phil. and now I don't touch sunlight"

- his favorite song to play on piano is the final fantasy song he posted on his story a while ago or Chopin's Nocturne in C-Sharp Minor

- he just roasted the shit out of the 12 yo who sold him that axe

- he got Phil a pair of socks that had sasquatch being abducted by UFOs

- his favorite tree is a Maple tree and he thinks they're very dainty

- he's not an influencer he's an artist 🙄

- when he's at olive garden he let's them grate the cheese for an uncomfortably long time. he is a 'whore for parmesan'

- his starter for pokemon violet was the gay duck. obviously.

- someone blamed him for why they're gay and he said we're not allowed to bill him for our therapy

- his past self would be terrified, excited, and more than mildly concerned at his present state of being.

- we all need to love our younger selves because if he can love the version of himself that made Hello Internet then we can love the version of ourselves who wore cat whiskers because of him

- the tour is about celebrating that we are all still alive despite the cat whiskers and 2015 and healing our inner childs

- and then he bullied someone wearing a Llama hat.

- the end <3

[links-destiny]

Top 10 favorites:

The Walk of Shame is right up my alley

General Grievious, to which my friends are freaked out by his cute little spider crawling.

To those that know, I’m glad I stopped talking about this man months ago so y'all could shut it about his grussy, istg.

He’s 7'1 and yes, I call him nakey whenever he takes of his cloak. Don’t @ me about it.

Obigrievous because Enemies to Lovers

Yes, he’s a damn coward a lot of the times but I love how amazing he is. Duel wielding and keeping trophies from the many Jedi he has killed,, and his asthmatic voice that’s one cough away from combusting, I love.

And his backstory, that’s fucked up.

Rip Gor, you shall be missed. Those Jedi should have never fucked you up.

Thel Vadam, The Arbiter, aka core childhood memories of playing Halo with my brothers.

His voice acting is amazing af, but it took me so long to realize he has the same va as the cat from Coraline. Like, you fucking go, Keith David.

Thel is also not immune to my friends’ jokes because that one time he was stripped to get branded the “Mark of Shame” and a couple comments on his grussy was made.

Also that other time where Master Chief and him were ensnared by the Gravemind,, yeah that was something.

7′9 ft, and I’m the embodiment of that one drunk dude meme where he stumbles out of his trailer, drink in hand.

Do I even need to explain myself here with Doctor Octavius? I swear to god, if I see one more edit talking about the shit relationship I have with my dad that caused me to love Doc Ock, I’m going to fuck that editor up-

Anyways, what’s there to iterate about him? He just radiates dilf energy, mad scientist vibes, and is 6'2. Alfred Molina is a godsend, enough said.

Definitely was the only villain in New York confident enough to have his tiddies out on display-

I’m sorry but the scenes where he smoked a cigar or took off his glasses with the assistance of the tentacles really did something,,

And don’t get me started on some of his cartoon variations from Spectacular Spider-Man and Spiderverse.

The amount of propaganda I’ve spread to my close circles of friends that they too, are starting to agree that he’s hot. I don’t even know how

One last note but screw that one Discord friend that asked why the fuck would I love “a fat man with glasses that would definitely kill me” because that dude is one step away from getting knocked the fuck out.

Din Djarin = Dilf

Like I love this man and his sad puppy dog eyes. Pedro Pascal, you play this lone space ranger well.

I don’t know how to explain but The Mandalorian are just,,

Also definitely the moment where “hm, strange how I also love Boba Fett and all the other 501st Clone troopers… IS IT SERIOUSLY THE FUCKING ARMOR-”

Heisenberg is just another dilf, mad scientist vibes and it blew my mind when people say him and Doc Ock are the same person, different font.

I went to my first college Halloween party in my bootleg Wrench cosplay. Dude, the host’s boyfriend was cosplaying him and I managed to get a pic of us together. It was so fucking rad, serotonin booster for sure.

This man has this big showmen announcer voice, sometimes he has a purr. It just sounds so fruity.

I love him so much and don’t get me started on the “I said sit” scene. Ethan should have helped this hefty man out.

What? I definitely did not see those YouTube videos where people added shirtless mods to Resident Evil 8. What are you talking about-

Wrench from Watch Dogs 2. This man had me thinking “wow, do I actually have a thing for characters that wear masks?”

He’s a chaotic bisexual and his bromance with Marcus just means so much to me. Like you can not tell me that this man wasn’t harboring a small crush, because you’d be capping.

I do have some cosplay pics where I took inspiration from Wrench’s design on Instagram and nearly died when Shawn Baichoo liked and commented on the post.

Also Wrench’s reasoning behind having the mask makes me want to hug him.

That one mission where Marcus was adament about getting his mask back from the feds, meeting up with him, saying how he won’t allow this shit to tear them apart,, AUGH! I LOVE!

I feel like it’s super apparent that my type can range from nonhuman, masks, dilf, or himbo. Regardless, I’m slapping FL4K on this list.

Nonbinary icon to the max, respect the they/them pronouns or you’re gonna be their Skag’s next meal.

I guess I always loved those types of characters that are kinda dramatic while spouting some nonsense about death and destruction. Their va sounds so cool.

I kinda got attached when my brothers and I were playing Borderlands 3 for the first time, and they were my pick.

Avengers Assemble Hawkeye, totally a bi-icon, I don’t make up the rules. This also goes for his EMH ’s variation, MCU can kindly back off.

He’s just such a cool, somehow competent dumbass. Plus he’s in my favorite color too!

While many of my comfort characters go through the bi-fication beam, Hawkeye doesn’t need to, especially in that episode that first introduces Hyperion.

Homie was so dang confused on why this new superhero kept winking at him, and was the first to want him on the team. At the end of the episode, he was then comforted by Black Widow who said that Hyperion tricked them all because “power can be seductive”

LIKE EXCUSE ME!?

Alright, hear me on this but: bisexual, dilf, dumpster fire of a man. It’s like a triple threat wambo combo.

I love how disorderly this man looks.

He’s just so fine, and I can’t wait to see the new Spiderverse because that damn trailer got me all hyped up.

Technically a two-in-one but we’re going to decide in ignoring that. Paul Monroe A.K.A Jesus and Javier Garcia, I love them so much.

Jesus, both from the show and video game are such fucking badasses and it’s really refreshing to see that with that pos gay representation.

You go, modern day ninja! Do that flying kick at a walker’s head in your beanie trenchcoat attire!

As for Javier, he’s my beloved man who I figured out months ago is my hispanic bi rep that I needed so much of.

I’m sure a lot of people can relate that when you’re LGBT+ in a conservative minority culture, it can be scary and you wonder if people can thrive being who they are out in the world.

[happytroopers]

Boba Fett season finale shit post

Spoilers below. Obviously.

Rip hot twilek your 6 minutes of screen time will be duly forgotten

WAIT THEY KILLED MAX REBO

Fuck the Pykes man

I can tolerate space drug trade but I draw the line at killing renowned jizz musicians

God Fennec Boba and Din in one shot now there’s a sandwich I wanna be in

Many thoughts and yet none at all just sin

Not them trying to redeem the mayor

“I have an idea to draw Fett out.” I’m sending g that there’s the inspo for a new WAVE of self insert fanfic

XWINF

Luke coming to help his boy toy???

The child????

YEP

That’s artooie:)))

THE BABY

Wait can he drive

Me and PELI are on the same page

HES SO TINY

BRIGHT EYES

R2 s like we’re on a SCHEDULE

ME TOO PELI ITS A TERRILBE NAME

WAIT DID BE CHOOSE THE SRMOR

Is he dropping out of Jedi school

If so I’m gonna have to start kinning baby Yoda

Goth Wookiee :)

Someone’s gonna sneak up on them

Din stop being so sexy

God boba in his armor is so sexy

This is the showdown we wanted in clone wars

Star Wars-issficstion of southern idioms

Ok but two of them are wearing beskar and u are not

Boba said “no 💖🖕”

Why do I feel like fennec is gonna take the brunt of this

Fennec being the sexy voice of reason as always

“Ur going soft in ur old age” as if Bane isn’t fucking ancient

I love my little beuqacratic wiggler

Yep just as I fucking thought

NOT GOTH WOOKIE

I don’t appreciate them ripping my found family trope to pieces

So that augmented eye is very helpful to his aim huh

Not the water waste

God I love her

SHES SO SEXY

Lil punk said lesbian panic!!!

The only woman I would call Mommy

The last time Din got trapped in a blown out bar, it didn’t go well

We love a loyal bestie

More self insert inspo “I’m with you til we both fall”

WIGGLER SAYS I DONT WANNA DIE HERE

NOT THE EDUCATION ELITISM

He said I’m not afraid to pathetic

Is he not gonna read that first

What if it just said “fuck u losers”

Yay space slurs!!!!

Pls be inappropriate

“Nothing 💖”

Creative writing king! He wrote that so fast

Jet pack hotties

INLOVE THE KNEE BLASTERS

THE SLUT TURN DIN J LOVE U

Overkill a lil boys???

DIN WHY ARE TOUSING HR UNARMORED HANDS RO GAUARD UR BESKAR HELMETED HEAD

Awww yay :)

Can y’all imagine like living in this part of town??? Just like, trying to get brunch, and this shit happening.

No the moped!!!!

YES CITY FOLK COUNTRY FOLK FISCORS

Disapproved dad says save it

GOTH WOOKIE

Din’s thighs :)

Oh no

Hey maybe we should start shooting now

Yes start shooting now that they put their RAY SHIELDS up

Ahhhh clone wars nostalgia

Goth WOOKIE said show off

Well that was a waste of a missile

Quick mafs

“You’ve run out of friends” me too boba

God I love this man

Both of them actually

Hey maybe let’s not just run in a mobbed straight line guys????

There is one droid chasing you and approx 60 of y’all

Slutty lil spin there

Din is so fast ????

FHE HAMMER TBDKW

Bonk !!!

She’s gonna show that baby and dins gonna be like “YOU BROUGHT MY SON INTO A BATTLE ZONE????”

I fight usually leads to dying

They’re in love

THE IMMEDJATE FARHER PANJC

FBE HUG ONG Y’ALL IM CRYING

HES SK HAPLY TENDER AND SOFT I LOVE HIM

Fave dilf

HE CAUGHT HIM

Not the tooth!!!

YES YES YES YES YES

Zillow beast vibes

Boba lemme sit on ur lap while you ride

NO NO NO

ok that was hot

Remisnent if genonosis Kenobi

YES BABY DO UR THINK PROTECT HR DAD

ARE U OK

Boba u are so hot

They’re in LOVE

But fr fr city x country makes the best pairing

Imagine if that was ur house

Boba I demand reparations

Who is the lil pretty boy we keep seeing

NO BO NO NO NO

Not mysmotinal support space beast!!!!

They’re gonna date!!!!

Wiggler x PELI!!!!

YES INWAS WAITJNF DOR ONE OF THEM TO GET EATEN

I doubt they’ll kill off Bane. But liek…. What if they did

Also that’s ANOTHER problem for the city

HOODLUMS

HEY YO

Mmmm Jango ment

Just grab his little face tubes

YES STICK STUCK STUCK

Oh maybe they will kill him

Makes since tho he’s like OLD OLD

He’s wAs old in Clone Wars

Oh nvm he’s def not dead

STOP SOOTING HIM

Ok now for a King Kong parallel

NO NOT THE BALL

ok that was hot Din

NO NO NO NO

KID

HIM LITTLE WADDLE

HIS EARS

HIS EYES

How to train ur dragon parrlell

CLONE WARS KENOBJ PARALLELL

HIM LITTLE HANDS

NAP BUDDIES

Found my new screen saver

Yay decaptiated heads are back!!!

They should hire a tourism director

YES FENNEC FUCK IT UP

So sneaky :)

NOT THE REN FAIR MUSIC

Rip to the ham guards

THE TAPS

truly encapsulated what having a toddler is like

I LOVE THEM

Is there an end credit scene

Just realized that in the choral grunting they’re saying Fett- I’m an idiot

Yep end credit scene

I swear if it’s bane

COBBY BOY

Boba quit modifying ppl without their consent!!!

[themoontaxi]

hi :)) back again with the rest of my order 🥳 you did so well with first one :)

S-🥞 with 🍌

🍷cyma-favorite foods and/or drinks

bella <333 sorry i took so long with putting this together, i hope you still remember you ordered something lol

@/all consider this my way of saying hi after checking out for a while 💜 i did the cyma in under half an hour so it might be the most authentic shit i ever posted

you / @arigotssomekinks as the mojito i’d order if i ever were to actually set foot in a bar (preferably yours haha)

@ropoto as dark chocolate - as bitter as the world but never fails to provide me with endorphins to balance it out <3

@originalvampireslut as the strawberry-blueberry-banana smoothies we make together and/or for each other aka the best way to start a new day & the wraps (with extra mozzarella and pine nuts) that keep me sustained <3

@iharley / @ssa-sapphic as the cinnamon or earl grey boba tea i make myself when i need something warm and sweet to fill the hunger i’ve been trying to ignore

@alijjareau as the mango cake with passionfruit topping my grandma always has ready when i come home

@jaspxr as the fruit salad my grandpa used to make me nearly every day with fruits straight out of our garden and love straight out of his heart

@sadgirlml as the rainbow swirl cake i sometimes make for jas, the three bowls of chocolate pudding i used to make for my dad, the garden salad i make for my grandma, the crêpe with nutella i make for my brother, the café con leche i make for my mom - every food i ever made to brighten another person’s day

@5raysofsunshine as the apple-cinnamon tarte flambée i ate at a fancy restaurant many years ago that was the only good thing this evening had to offer

@temilyrights as the chinese takeout i regularly crave but rarely ever get

@lilacprentiss as the pasta with pistachio-basil pesto i recently discovered in an old italian cookbook and meanwhile practiced to perfection

@starrylang as my favorite ice-cream (lemon and raspberry) that is the only thing worth going outside for on particularly hot summer days

@ellcsgreenaway as the chips and guac that keep me good company during a lonesome movie night

i probably overcomplicated this again, but i just had ✨thoughts✨, ya know? haha

and here are your pancakes 🥞

(added 5 more songs because at this point anyone else would have probably left a long time ago, so thanks for sticking around <3)

(no one knows me) like the piano because you play so many instruments damn

meet me in the hallway & my blood & if we have each other because of your family connections 🥰

my favorite faded fantasy because i remember you saying you love disney movies

i don’t feel like dancing & slow dancing in the dark because you like to dance 💃

and the snakes start to sing because you have a lot of pets with cool names

undisclosed desires & disco tits & stripped & touched because of your nsfw blog 😏

get the party started & pink lemonade because you told me you work in a bar/restaurant

smile because you’re good at making me smile :)

and your banana 🍌: my favorites are my favorite fantasy because i love damien rice, and the snakes start to sing because this whole album has been with me since it came out, disco tits because of the vibes and tove lo, my queen and smile because wolf alice are so damn talented and i love ellie‘s voice

i hope everything’s to your satisfaction :) let me know your thoughts!

[mull3ts]

your moots as random things?

sure :D

@iluvjaehyunn - colde's cover of next level and blueberries

@jaesspresso - the eclipse movie in the twilight series and 90's porn

@kjmsupremacist - doyoung and that one lady I met at kate spade who matched my vibe and I have her number :D

@nakamotocore - lunchable's pizza and jo's collection of paper minecraft cube one direction

@fullsuhnny - Owen Wilson and crocheting

@bbyyangiex2 - Old Vines and hot people that work at boba shops

@04023s - jaehyun and me being amazed at people who are born in 2009 bcs ik you're amazed at them too

@tastyykpop - that one time everyone on my blog was going crazy over that one fic you have and all of my 64 drafts

@dieharddoyoungsquish - that one time I worked at urban outfitters and me almost running over my dad with a golf cart at the country club

@chicksung - jisung but he's skateboarding and ice cream with brownies

@neochan - my love for matthew gray gubbler and the amount of confusion I felt when this video hit 2:50 when watching this

@doieclayed - my entire 10th grade volleyball team and that one time I saw someone call another person senpai at the mall

@najatheangel - Barnes and noble and doja cat

@deobis-moon - bagels and hazelnut coffee creamer

[goldenroutledge]

yay okay! and no worries, i know this time of year is super hecticcccc—my mom went grocery shopping earlier and walmart was beyond crowded. we still didn’t do our christmas shopping either, i know we are so behind.

what do you think the pogues’ favorite foods would be? for jj, picture his being both chicken wings and pizza—both saturated with fats and oils. junk food just how he likes it.

and kie, she gives me pasta & salad vibes. i think she would enjoy a acai bowl/smoothie bowl every now and then. — concept anon

yes its so hectic 😭 i was fighting for my life at the store the other day. i just started christmas shopping bestie so i feel u

john b.

i think john b prefers meat over fish, so i’m gonna say he loves a good burger every once in a while. i can see him inviting himself over for dinner at kie’s house on the nights her parents make pulled pork or some kind of beef. i think he enjoys bbq. i can also see jb enjoying bananas as a snack, or when he’s out like at the movies or something, a soft pretzel with cheese!

jj.

jj lovess junk food. for breakfast, i think he loves poptarts. he reminds me of drake parker from drake & josh. cheese balls, snack cakes, chips, ice cream, candy, fast food, jj loves it all. he did say something in s1 about craving shrimp & grits so we can assume he loves that too! lives for a bowl of movie theater popcorn every now and then too, as well as nachos with a lottt of cheese.

pope.

i don’t see pope as a picky eater. maybe when he was a kid, but he grew out of it. i think pope likes healthier foods because he knows the effects of eating unhealthy. i see pope as a sandwich guy and idk why. sub sandwiches with a pickle spear on the side, even a meatball sub is fine with him. i don’t think he minds a pb&j either. i think pope loves a good hot dog too! probably with all the works; ketchup, mustard, relish, and sauerkraut. i think this stems from going to baseball & other sports games with his dad growing up!

kiara.

i think kiara loves açaí bowls or bagels in the morning! she likes boba, smoothies, and sometimess sweetened iced tea. she’ll drink some warm tea with lemon when she’s sick too! she likes salads for lunch and will 100% shake her salad vigorously until everything is mixed how she likes it. kie loves pasta too!! i think she likes shrimp fettuccine alfredo. i also think she likes sushi!

sarah.

lovess french toast for breakfast, preferably with fruit on top! for lunch i think sarah lovess kraft mac & cheese. i think sarah loves chicken, preferably grilled, and will eat it with almost anything. lives for a grilled chicken caesar salad! i also think she likes grilled cheese sandwiches a lot (or just sandwiches period), maybe with some tomato soup on the side. i could totally see her getting super excited if someone bought her a panini press lol

[maybege]

End Credits

Summary: You and Boba start your new life together. (Part 14 of Midnight Special)

Pairing: hot dad!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 6.0k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: lots of fluff, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, cream pie, more fluff, lots of domesticity

Finishing up a story is always something that encourages you to look back on the journey that this story took. Midnight Special is a story that originated on the old blog – a few asks joking around about sleeping with a hot stranger who turns out to be your friend’s dad – and what started out with a smutty one shot in March 2021 quickly turned into what was meant to be a short and filthy story about the carnal adventures with hot dad!Boba which in turn morphed into a 14 part story (+1 alternative ending) that felt very real, raw and emotional to write. I want to thank each and every one of you for reading and supporting this story, whether you were here form the very start or joined when a few chapters were already out. It truly means the world to me that I got to share this with you.

Special thanks go out to @ayybtch because Sam truly is the reason that Midnight Special is the way it is: a series, a love story, and so very hot at times. Thank you, Sam, for always letting me gush about hot dad!Boba, listening to my ideas and never being shy to bring in your own. This story would not exist without you and I am forever indebted to you. Thank you.

Without further ado, here is the very last part of Midnight Special.

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

“You can put that here,” you instructed the movers, watching them with hawk eyes as they carried your most precious possession to the empty spot in the living room, “Yes, that is perfect!”

The men nodded, filing out of the house and back to the truck where some of the last boxes were still stored. You took the chance to look at your couch in Boba’s living room – now your living room. There had been this irrational fear that maybe the things wouldn’t fit together, that somehow there would be a divine sign to warn you that what you had was not going to last.

But the couch looked great in that spot and you knew the old one had found a great second home in Rob’s and Poppy’s garage.

“It already looks much more comfortable,” Boba stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You allowed yourself to get distracted for a minute, admiring his bare forearms in the rolled-up sleeves of his flannel. He had taken the day off today, preparing the house for your very official move-in day and scouring through the garage in search of tools. He looked absolutely delectable, you found, with his dark shirt, stained jeans and the little bit of belly that had his shirt stretch a bit wider.

“Like what you see, princess?” he grinned smugly and you swore he was flexing his bicep just to tease you.

“Very much,” you quipped, turning on your heels, “now, excuse me, I need to – oh!”

“Not so fast,” he growled in your ear, pulling you against his chest, “The movers are on their lunch break, in case you missed it, and I,” he pressed a kiss against your neck, “am hungry for something else entirely.”

His words made goosebumps erupt all over your skin and you leaned back into him, your hands landing on his broad ones. It seemed so long since you had felt his touch.

You had taken a week off work in preparation for the move and while that usually meant that you could spend much more time with your boyfriend, you had spent more time in your old apartment packing everything up than at home. And with Boba still at work, you hardly saw him anyway, both of you too exhausted to really talk and instead just curling into each other and enjoying a few blissful hours of sleep.

Boba’s mouth landed on your shoulder, his fingers nimbly pulling down the thin strap of your summer dress. “Do you know what this does to me?” he mumbled against you, “Seeing you waltz around in that skimpy little dress, I swear if you bend over one more time –“

“Boba,” you gasped, wiggling your ass against the prominent bulge in his jeans, “We don’t have time.”

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled, his big hands cupping your chest and you sighed dreamily, letting his fingers play with your nipples, “I am just warning you what you’re in for when all of this is done.”

“You think we can bribe them to skip lunch?” you joked, tilting your head to the side to give him more access.

“Patience, little one,” he whispered against your skin, “Patience.”

*

It was pitch dark by the time everything was unloaded, unpacked and put together in the living spaces. (The office was another story altogether that you would tackle the next few days, you had decided.) Having dropped off the keys at your landlord’s office, you were now sitting on your new couch, a pizza carton open on the coffee table and a canned cocktail in your hand.

“To our new home,” Boba said, bumping his beer against yours. He was sitting next to you, his entire side pressed against yours, comfortably warm.

“To our new home.”

You took a sip, letting the sickly sweet and fruity taste wash over your tongue before raising the cheesy slice of pizza to your mouth again. Your body was thrumming with the kind of exhaustion that guaranteed a good night’s sleep. The day had been so full of work but now you could see that all of it had paid off, most furniture pieces had found their new home and Boba had started sorting through the maps he wanted to put on the walls.

In the background, the TV was muted but you caught the familiar frames of an earlier The Nanny episode, smiling at Fran Fine’s loveable antics.

It was quiet and peaceful and for the first time in a long time, you felt fully settled. This was your home with Boba. This was your life with Boba.

As if he could hear your thoughts, the man next to you slung his arm around your shoulders and you leaned into him, resting your cheek on his shoulders.

“What are you thinking?” you asked quietly, closing your eyes when his fingertips brushed over the dip between shoulder and neck.

“How happy I am,” he replied just as quiet and you could feel his body moving under yours with each breath, “How much I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled, the tip of your nose brushing over the stubble on his jaw, “I love you so much.”

* Two weeks later, you were putting up laundry in the garden when you felt someone behind you.

You turned around, half expecting to see Poppy as the older women liked to come over and chat with you. Sometimes she brought a cup of coffee over, sitting down with you on the patio. You were so grateful for her kind presence, her small talk keeping you grounded and making you feel accepted when you were still very much dealing with the big life adjustment of the past few weeks.

But it was not Poppy that stood there behind you, a happy smile on her face. It was Nat.

She looked like she always did. Like the last few weeks had not happened at all and it made you angry and sad because you felt like her words had left scars all over you and here she was, looking nervous, yes, but not hurt.

“Hey,” she greeted and you were taken aback by how shy she sounded. Maybe your initial impression had been wrong.

“Boba is not here,” you managed to bring out, anxiety bubbling up because you could not take another confrontation. You simply couldn’t.

“I know,” she said, “I wanted to talk to you. Do you, uh, do you have a minute?”

You nodded.

“I wanted to apologize,” she whispered, “Truly. For my behaviour these last few weeks. It, uh,” she looked around uncomfortably, shuffling her feet, “It wasn’t fair to you or – or my dad. I was hurt and felt betrayed and – and to be honest, when I look back, I don’t – I don’t recognize myself anymore. I think maybe … when I figured out it was him that you had been meeting and that both of you knew, I just … it felt like you were doing it to play me a fool and I – I wanted you to know what that felt like. I know that’s stupid now, of course. The truth is,” she swallowed thickly, tears in her eyes, “I am so sorry. For everything. And I hope that you can forgive me one day because I … I miss you. I miss being friends with you and having lunch with you and telling you all about Will and – and – and I miss you in my life and I am so happy, truly, for both of you. Just … just don’t tell me gross stuff about my dad, please?”

You laughed, out a sob, tears already rolling down your cheeks.

“I can totally do that,” you cried, “And I’m sorry, too. We should have told you much earlier. I so understand how betrayed you must have felt and we never,” you hiccupped, “We never wanted to hurt you, I swear.”

“Okay,” she nodded, cheeks ruddy from tears and as if both of you thought the same thing, you fell into each other’s arms.

Hugging your friend for the first time in what felt like a decade, immense amounts of relief coursed through you. Like you were now able to heal the hurt that had been left between the two of you and carefully move past it.

“Do – would you like to come in for a coffee?” you offered, “I, uh, I don’t know if you know but –“

“You moved in, yeah,” she nodded, sniffling, “My mom told me. And a coffee sounds great.”

You breathed a silent sigh of relief, the idea of having to tell her of this drastic life change frightening you beyond belief. But now it was taken care of already. She knew. And she wouldn’t be here if she couldn’t accept that as well.

The walk up to the house was quiet and you tried to calm your nerves, opening the sliding door for Nat to step in first. It will be fine. It will be fine. It will be fine.

“No way,” she called, “This looks great?!”

“You think?” you asked shyly, still a little nervous about having her here, “I, uh, well, I did some changes when we moved in together. We – we wanted to make it our own.”

She looked at you, slightly raising her eyebrow and you smiled, knowing she was serious.

“It looks amazing,” she said, “Care to show me?”

“You want to?” you asked, unable to hide the excitement in your voice. You loved redecorating and other than Boba there had been no one in the house until now. Now it was Nat, your best friend, and you could not wait to show her all of your ideas.

“You kidding?” she laughed, “Mom and dad tried to convince him to hang up his maps for years. He was always too shy to display them. And finally, here they are!”

Hearing Boba being called shy made you laugh. That really wasn’t an adjective you would have chosen for him, especially the first few times you had met him. Now, though, you kind of understood what she meant. Even a man as self-assured as Boba had his weaknesses. And his maps were one of them.

“Well, they were collecting dust in the office,” you shrugged, motioning to a few of the frames you had brought from your old apartment, “And they fit so well with all the travel prints, this is the perfect place for them to be admired.”

“And you repainted,” she pointed to the kitchen, “I love that colour.”

Feeling more confident, you nodded. “Yeah, we also got rid of that old couch and, uh, put mine there instead. It really fits the space a lot better and it’s bigger which is nice for guests.”

You got the coffee machine going, getting two cups from the cabinets as Nat settled at the kitchen island, looking around curiously. She seemed relaxed, not as tense as the last few weeks and you took comfort in the fact that she was just as relieved as you.

“So, we just keep talking about me,” you mentioned, pushing the full cup towards here, “But what’s been going on with you? Any news?”

She cucked her head, an involuntary smile on her face that made you lean forward curiously, “Tell me more.”

“Do you remember Will?” she asked cautiously, “From the vacation?”

“Do I remember him?” you asked, “I remember someone buying a bathing suit specifically to impress him.”

“Oh, shut up” she hushed you, taking a sip from her coffee to hide her grin.

“So, I gather it’s been going well with him?” you inquired, wriggling your eyebrows suggestively.

“Very well, actually,” she indulged you, grinning over her cup like it kept the biggest secrets in the world, “We’re exclusive now.”

She looked at you and before you knew it, you were both squealing, throwing your arms around each other like you were in a 90s sitcom. “I’m so happy for you!” you laughed out, “This is amazing, Nat!”

“It is!” she screeched, “You should have seen him when he asked me, he was so nervous!”

A car pulled up in front of the house and the conversation died down. Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized the model. After all, you had watched this car pull up on this driveway more times than you could count. “That’s dad,” Nat recognized and you both watched through the living room window as the older man arrived.

It was almost comical, seeing him get out of the car like normal and suddenly freezing in his step, presumably having spotted Nat’s car down the road. You had never seen him this fast, hurrying up the steps and storming into the house.

You could see the frown on his face from a mile away, the concern etched into the features of his face and even though you knew it was a false alarm, you couldn’t blame him, really, considering the last few times Nat had been in this house there had been major conflict situation that had left everyone distraught.

So, when he stood in the middle of the living room, still in his suit and, looking between both of you as if he was gauging the situation, Nat and you could only laugh. Which visibly confused him.

“That is not the welcome I was expecting,” you could hear him mumble through your giggles. But his body relaxed as he made his way towards you, pressing a quick kiss against your temple.

“It’s all right,” you assured him both you and Nat laughing through our tears, “It’s all right, Boba.”

“It really is, dad,” Nat grinned widely, looking at you and then back at him, “It really is.”

“I am glad to hear that,” he finally said, going around the island to hug his daughter and your heart clenched when you saw both of them holding onto each other tightly. You didn’t know who needed it more: Boba or Nat.

“Now,” the redhead sniffled, grinning so wide her cheeks dimpled just like his, “Will you tell us about your map collection?”

Boba groaned, “I should’ve known this is what happened when you get together again.”

*

“Do you think they will like me?”

“Honey, why are you so nervous?”

“Well, the last time someone found out about me and Boba, things didn’t exactly go smoothly, now did they?”

Nat winced, her eyes still focused on where she was trying to get her earrings to hold. “That really wasn’t one of my best moments. I am so sorry.”

You sighed, fiddling with the bow of your dress. “I do. I just … These are all of his friends and they were so nice last time and what if they think I am weird now?”

“Look,” she turned her head, “They adored you during the vacation. And they adore my dad, they want nothing but the best for him. And you,” she pointed her finger at you, “are the best for him. If anything, they’ll thank you for getting him so happy all the time.”

You smiled, hearing Nat talk about your relationship with Boba in such a positive way was not something you had ever expected to happen after how things had initially gone. But now that she said these things, she seemed to be your #1 supporter and it warmed your heart every single time.

Now with the end of summer and the warm weather quickly approaching, the local tradition seemed to be having a giant bonfire BBQ in the garden and Boba had suggested it as the perfect first event for you two to attend together as a couple. And while you agreed, you were also a teeny tiny bit anxious about it all.

“Ah, there you are!” Poppy’s head appeared, “Will, was looking for you, Nat, do you know where your father put the cooler by any chance?”

“Driveway,” you replied, “I think Boba and Rob wanted to put it there for when Will comes back from the store.”

“Ah, thanks!” the older woman smiled, “And you look lovely, by the way!”

You smiled back, your fingers still fighting with the wretched wrap dress you may have bought just for this occasion.

To say that you were nervous would be an understatement.

“Come on,” Nat sighed, helping you adjust the bow for you, “I know you are nervous but they will love you. I mean, you already know most of them anyway!”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to settle your thoughts. Of course, she was right – Nat often was – and you also needed to remember that Boba had already told his friends. They knew. This was just the first time you would meet them as the girlfriend.

Oh, stars.

Nat clicked her tongue, “I know that face and the best way to help you is going out there right now. There are already some of his friends there, I am sure it will be tons better when you’ve greeted them.”

“Are you sure?” you hated how small your voice sounded.

“I promise,” she replied, tugging on your hand, “Now come on, I have to make sure Will doesn’t mix up the salads!”

The wide garden space between your house and Poppy and Rob’s was already filled with a good amount of people. You spotted Will and Poppy at the little buffet, setting everything up, when you and Nat emerged from your house. It was still warm enough that you could be out barefoot and you were relieved to see that you were not the only one who had decided to ditch the shoes in order to feel the soft grass under your toes.

Boba was standing with two men at the bonfire, a beer in his hand as he talked with them. You remembered seeing them before, one of them a single dad to an absolutely adorable kid and the other one just sheer gigantic.

Nat nodded at you encouragingly and you smiled (even if it wavered a little) as you made your way towards him. The hem of your light dress was swirling around your calves and you focused on taking one step at a time, looking at the way his face moved when he talked, how he gestured with his free hand, how he turned when he spotted you from the corner of his eye, how he beamed at you.

“Hey, love,” he greeted you, his eyes roaming over your figure, “There you are.”

His thick arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss and for a moment you forgot all the people around you. It was instinct, the way your mouth moved against his and how your hands came up to settle on his shoulders. He was warm against you, warm and solid and so affectionate, it made your heart melt.

“Finally, we get to meet the woman who put that smile on you!”

You flinched, pulling away from him in embarrassment at having been caught so … so in love. Boba just smiled, seemingly unbothered by the teasing comment his tall friend made and instead just pulled you closer.

“These are two of my friends from work,” he introduced you, “This is Din Djarin and Paz Vizsla.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” the bigger of the two greeted you with a grin, holding out his hand for you to shake.

Finally? You eyed Boba, surprised, while shaking Paz’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

Din only nodded at you before picking up a child that had been just been about to race by. “Grogu,” he warned the boy, “How many times have I told you not to run near the fire?”

The dark-haired boy showed a toothy grin, “Sorry, Dad?”

Boba’s arm tightened around your waist and you looked up at him.

“You want a beer?” he asked, nodding to where the cooler had been set up, “Paz needs to get one, maybe we could all sit down?”

“Hell yeah,” the large man rumbled, his hand landing on your shoulder in a friendly pat, “Let’s go sit down, I am starving.”

You followed Boba and his friend, watching the way he turned back to look at you and smile. Maybe it would all work out.

*

“Oh fuck,” you hissed, throwing your head back, missing the wall by mere millimetres.

“Quiet,” Boba warned you in the dark, two of his finger pushing into your open mouth, “Don’t want to wake everyone up now, do we?”

You shook your head quickly, cheeks hollowing around his thick digits as his cock thrust into you again and again.

It was your first vacation with all of them since Boba had introduced you as his girlfriend and while all of them had taken it well, you still had been nervous about spending two weeks in a house with them. But, like most times in the last year, your worries had been unfounded.

If anything, all of it was so much easier now that it was clear you were with Boba. You had been allocated a room together, the same one he had had last year with the hot tub just a few steps away. You had even driven here together, making a little mini road trip and spending the night in a small boutique hotel you had found online.

Truly, it was even better than last year. The sun was warm, the water was cool, and the people you were here with were so nice and supportive, it felt like you had been part of the group for much longer already.

But that still did not mean you wanted them to wake up from how good Boba was fucking you. He was lying behind you, holding your leg with one arm while the other hand was busy filling your mouth, his fingers thrusting down your tongue the way his cock was thrusting into your cunt.

You whined around him, your walls clamping down. Wet sounds echoed in the small room and you were sure your inner thighs were a mess with how wet you were.

Busy sucking on his fingers, you tried to follow them when he pulled them out of your mouth, chasing the salty taste of his skin. Boba chuckled, quickly pulling out of you.

“On all fours, princess,” he instructed gently, his hands pulling your hips up until you followed his movements, “Spread them for me, there we go – good girl.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing.

“It feels so good, Boba,” you gasped, pressing your chest down, opening yourself up to him, “Please fuck me, please please please, I need –“

“And here I wanted to see your pretty tits swing,” he teased you, positioning himself behind you. The tip of him rubbed along your dripping folds and you inhaled sharply, rocking back against him to get him inside you again.

“Can you pinch your nipple for me?” he panted, his chest brushing against your back as he slowly pushed inside you, filling you to the brim, “Yeah, can you do that for me?”

“Uh-huh”, you were mind- and boneless at this point, Boba’s deep voice coaxing you to slip your hand between your chest and the blanket, your fingertip running over your nipple again and again, “Please don’t stop, sir.”

“I won’t,” he assured you, his lips brushing you’re your ear as his hips pulled back only to slam back against yours, “Stars, you are so tight like this, little one, you just love being filled, hm?”

You nodded, unable to form words as he rubbed against a spot that made you shudder in the best way. The bedding bunched under your knees, Boba’s thrusts strong enough to push you up and down on the soft mattress.

“Love it,” you gasped, “Love your cock, Boba, p-please, I want –“

“I know what you want,” he grunted, his fingers tightening on your hip before he snuck one down between your thighs, his thumb circling your clit, “I give you what you need, don’t I? Don’t I take good care of your little pussy, princess?”

You babbled, rocking back against him frantically, chasing that feeling of pure euphoria that seems to course through your veins. Your core tightened, your pussy clenching around his thick shaft.

He chuckled, “I know I do, little one. Now you just need to come for me, hm? Just come all around my cock, princess, soak me.”

His words edged you on and with his fingertips rubbing over your clit, you felt the first wave wash over you, your whole body sinking into the bedding. “Fuck,” he groaned, leaning down to muffle his moans against your shoulder while he pushed into you again and again.

“Come inside me,” you whimpered, your hand searching until you felt the skin of his thigh under your fingertips, squeezing encouragingly, “Please come inside me, sir.”

You weren’t even sure if he heard you speak when his hand tightened on your hip, digging into the soft flesh as his movements sped up until he buried himself in you as deeply as he could. Hot spurts of come filled you and you sighed.

“Thank you for coming inside me, sir,” you mumbled, turning around with a drowsy grin to kiss him.

Boba was still above you, his chest heaving as he came down from his high. With the moonlight streaming in from outside, you could see the way his eyes softened as he looked at you. He leant down, carefully resting his entire body on yours and kissing you.

You could feel his come running down between your thighs but you did not care when you could feel his cheeks stretch under your fingertips with his grin. “I love you,” he rumbled, his kisses raining down on your mouth and cheeks and neck, “This is my favourite vacation I’ve ever taken.”

You could only agree.

*

“Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” you grinned, frowning when you didn’t hear another voice joining you.

“You have to say it too, you know?”

Boba looked at you so softly it made your heart ache. His arm was heavy around your shoulder and you felt the warm sunshine on your back. “Sorry, princess,” he rumbled, leaning closer to you, “I’ll try better next time.”

He turned back to Nat, “Do we need to take a second one?”

The redhead grinned, shaking the phone in her hand. “No need,” she said, “You two are sweeter than Mom and Dad on V-day.”

You laughed, your cheeks filling with blood at the compliment. But you would take her joking about you looking lovesick any day over the madness she had felt at first.

“I can live with that,” Boba smiled, his hand gliding from your shoulder down your back before taking your hand, tugging you with him to the group.

“Do you guys want one?” you asked Nat when you took your phone back, “A new phone background perhaps?”

“That’d be great,” she smiled, turning to her boyfriend, “C’mon, Will, picture time!”

Will made his way across the sand, holding up his hand to cover his eyes from the sun as he grinned widely at you both. “Whatever my queen demands.”

You took a picture of them just like she had done of you two, both of them smiling in the sun, wearing their beachy outfits as the rest of the travel party prepared to get back to the cars and back to the house.

Boba was waiting for you by the car, holding the door open as you skipped across the sandy parking lot. “Thank you,” you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “Such a gentleman.”

“Only for my lady,” he replied jokingly, closing the door for you.

You sighed, leaning back in your seat as you enjoyed the reprieve from the beating sun. Thank the stars for whoever had invented ACs.

Boba walked around the car, a gust of hot wind following him when he sat down in the driver’s seat. After a whole week on holiday, he looked relaxed and rested, his wide smile making the corners of his eyes crinkle. His warm hand landed on your knee as he started the car.

“Nat was right when she said this beach is amazing,” you commented, watching the long stretches of sand pass by, “Now I understand why she was so sad I couldn’t see it last year.”

“Even better that you could see it now,” he teased, “Without a migraine and with your very handsome boyfriend.”

“Very handsome, you say?” you grinned.

His fingers on your knee flexed, gently trailing upwards until he brushed the inside of your thigh. “Extremely handsome,” he nodded, “And very much in love with you.”

*

“Are we redecorating the fridge again?”

You hummed, holding up two leaflets. “I want that vacation picture to find its place,” you explained, “Which means that one takeout menu has to go – Greek or Thai.”

It was your favourite picture of the two of you, you smiling into the camera, the “cheese!” still on your lips while Boba with his arm around you wasn’t looking at Nat at all. He was looking at you, his gaze so in love, even you could see it. And it made you feel all kinds of warm.

Seeing it on the fridge, made everything so real, so domestic, you couldn’t wait.

“I vote the Thai one,” he rumbled, “I’m fond of that Greek place.”

It did not escape your notice that that was the one where you had eaten from during your motel dates and as you smiled knowingly at him, he leant away from marinating the meat to press a long kiss to your lips.

You hummed, opening your mouth willingly even when he stepped away just a second later. “What’s gotten into you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You are even more touchy than usual,” you said, eyeing the way his hands paused his work.

But Boba was not the master of deflection for nothing. “Just wait until I’m done with this and I’ll show you how touchy I can be,” he growled, eyes mustering you up and down in a way that had you feel a little warmer.

“The others will be here any minute,” you reminded him, letting the leaflet fall into the bin, “We have no time for – for –“

Boba raised his eyebrows expectantly, clearly amused at your attempt to be responsible. “No time? You know all I need is five minutes with you in a closet to have you come on my fingers.”

Your cheeks filled with heat as you tried to avert his eyes. How could this man have such power over you just with his words?

“I do know that,” you acquiesced, stepping closer to him. You caught a whiff of his cologne, the familiar scent wafting in your nose. “But this is the first time we are hosting the bonfire together and it is important to me that we make a good impression.”

The yearly bonfire. Last year that had been when Boba had introduced you to everyone as his partner, the night ending with lots of booze and lots of laughter and quiet kisses in your bed.

And this year, Poppy and Rob had asked if it would be okay if you were the ones to host it since they just got back from vacation and, honoured that they had even considered it, you had said yes. Which meant that your living room was now the buffet headquarters and Boba had gotten out his family marinade recipe for the best BBQ results.

He looked like he wanted to say something but before any words could leave his mouth, the front door opened and you could hear familiar voices.

“Long time, no see!” the tall man greeted you, holding out a pie, “And apple pie as requested!”

“Hi Will,” you greeted the man, giving him a hug before taking the offered dish from his hands, “Thanks!”

“Family recipe,” he explained proudly.

“It is so good,” Nat nodded, her arms laden with salad dishes and a paper bag full of bread, “Even though our kitchen is a mess now.”

“Talking about messes,” Boba grunted, walking over the sink, “Will, could you take that plate to the grill, please? My hands are a mess.”

“Sure thing,” Will grinned, taking out the plate as requested while Boba washed his hands, “This is gonna be so much fun!”

*

Will was right. The night was a lot of fun.

As the night cooled down, everyone gathered around the bonfire and Boba did not wait long to pull you into his lap. “You have cleaned up enough,” he rumbled, “Let it wait until morning when I can help you. You need to relax now.”

Your body relaxed against his and you pulled your cardigan closer, trying to trap the warmth against the front of your body while you felt his heat against your back.

But Boba seemed to have something different in mind.

“Let’s play a game,” he whispered into your ear, “It’s been a long time since we played one.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Each one of us says something that is completely honest,” he suggested and you smiled. This was a very familiar game, the one you had played that very first night you had met. The one that had started your life together.

“Yeah?” you asked him cheekily, leaning back into his chest as you watched Nat enthusiastically retell one of her. Will was gazing at her, completely enraptured by his girlfriend and you were so happy that she had a partner who appreciated her as much as she deserved. “You start.”

“If I’m completely honest,” he rumbled, “there’s this woman that I really like. Met her in a bar one and a half years ago and I never stopped thinking about her since.”

You smiled, tilting your head to the side so you could feel his stubble on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“If I’m completely honest,” you replied, humming when he pressed a kiss behind your ear, “There is this man that I am utterly in love with.”

“Utterly, huh?” he teased you and you giggled.

“Yeah, he is the best man I ever met,” you continued, your fingers playing with his hands, “And I hope he knows how grateful I am for him in my life.”

Boba hummed, silent for a while until you thought that the game was over already. But he also did not seem too engaged in the conversations that were going on around you. You knew him long enough now to know when he was in thought, and he really was.

Just when you were about to ask him what was going on, you could feel him shift, his belly and chest expanding against your back as he took a deep breath.

“If I’m completely honest,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder as his hands wrapped around you, “I could see myself spending the rest of my life with her.”

Your heart stood still.

Was this what you thought it was? Was this what he truly wanted?

Tears filled your eyes and you gulped for breath as felt like a thousand butterflies were dancing the rumba in your stomach. Boba wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He wanted to marry you.

And stars, did you want to marry him.  

“What do you say?” he asked, a hitch in his breath letting you know that he was not as confident as he often seemed, “Will you marry me, princess?”

The emotions were so overpowering you could only nod, your hands tensing on his. His fingers came up to turn your chin so you could see him. The warm glow of the bonfire, the crinkles next to his eyes as he smiled so brightly and so proudly you could only reciprocate. Your heart beat so far in your chest you hardly knew what to do. This would be your secret for a while, enjoying the before you shared it with your friends and families.

Boba pulled you in for a lingering kiss. It was soft and loving and when his tongue brushed over your bottom lip ever so slightly, it sent shivers down your spine. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and you cupped the back of his neck, moving your lips against his.

“Ugh, I hate couples!” Nat shouted from across the fire and the group laughed.

Boba chuckled against your lips but as you pulled away from him with a smile, turning your attention back to the people all around you, his arm imperceptibly tightened, keeping you close. “I hope you know you just made me the happiest man on earth,” he whispered against the nape of your neck, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you answered, just as quietly, and as you looked around, Nat grinning at you, Will’s arm around her shoulders, the realization set in that this was only the first of many bonfires you would attend together.

And that that warm feeling in your chest would now accompany you forever.

[galacticgraffiti]

Ooooo ok

Din

Boba

Jango

Paz 🤤

Din Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY I am assigning Dinjamin all of the above because somehow he manages to be adorable and hot as fuck at the same time.

Boba Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY | Fuck me and call me a whore and I'll not only let you but beg you for more Y'all knew what I was gonna say. Lord Mercy doesn't even cover it so Boba gets his own category

Jango Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY I love Jango. He's so fun to write because he has such Dad Energy for obvious reasons. Badassery mixed with incredibly chill vibes somehow and I dig that.

Paz Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY He's just so THICK.

I have nothing to say in my defence. I am a thirsty bitch.

Let's play How Hot Is That Character!

[atimefordragons]

little mandalorian season 2 things i’m going to be thinking about for the rest of my life

grogu’s little race to be picked up by din after that jawa like thing held him hostage for a hot minute 

that little judgey “really dad?” face grogu made when din killed that guy and din just shrugged 

grogu snuggling up to din

din making a space bento box lunch for grogu  

din grabbing that space murder squid before it could hurt grogu without looking (fucking hot) and then letting grogu eat it (my cute little feral son) 

the squinty, offended eyes grogu made when the enforcer guy on corvus said “what’s that thing” 

grogu not vibing with ahsoka’s training and just tossing the stone aside

laser swords

the softer version of the main theme that played when din went to get grogu to give him to ahsoka 

the way grogu coos and lights up every time din says his name

din’s chuckle 

that little scared jump grogu did ‘cause he had never heard Din raise his voice before 

din straight up yeeting the blaster after it stopped firing (do blasters have bullets? I thought they were like space magic powered lasers?) 

brown eyes 

din spacing out while boba, bo, and koska went off about space racism and politics   

grogu raising his little handcuffed arms to show daddy what the evil empire did to him 

that back kick thing din did during the fight with gideon 

din holding grogu facing towards him after rescuing him, instead of facing outwards so he can see the world around them like usual 

[vagrantblvrd]

modern au wth biker luke meet the parents

Friend, you brain-thoughts, I like them. <3!

(Modern AU idea.)

Let’s say this takes place sometime after Luke’s old biker gang comes to town, at least a couple of months afterwards to allow Din to recover from the shenanigans.

I mean, he likes Luke’s friends just fine, they’re all good people and he definitely appreciates the fact they were there for Luke and his family when he needed them to be, but...they can be a lot.

So.

A few months down the road and things are pretty much back to normal for Din’s odd little family, right?

He and Luke attempt to do Real Dates but the universe at large tends to conspire against them in the form of shenanigans like car trouble or that time the the water main broke and Din got roped into helping fix it and other assorted reasons.

Which, honestly, fine with both of them.

Neither of them are all that big on stuff like that, and are just as happy with staying in with takeout and watching a over with Grogu.

(Or, you know, Cara or one of their friends taking Grogu for the night so they can have Alone Time, although half the time that just means one or both of them ends up a snoring, drooling mess before the credits roll on the movie they’re watching, but that’s fine too, because sleep? But also morning frisky times and the whatnot, or just being sappy saps who are totes married who send the morning in bed smooching and making fun of their bed hair and dumb faces and anyway, they do just fine, you know?)

Once in a while, though, the planets align or some BS and they get to go on a Real Date.

Tends to result in one or both of them being !!! and ??? because it’s been a while since they’ve been on one of those or they overthink the whole thing like they aren’t sickeningly gone over one another and more or less married already, but still!

Must make an effort to show how much they love and cherish the other and want them to feel special and such. (Also, their friends/family have had Meetings about this stuff, insist they have at least one (1) Real Date every six (6) months so they can see how normal human beings socialize.

ANYWAY.

Their anniversary is coming up and everyone insists Din and Luke have one of those Real Dates, right?

There are actual strategy meetings to make sure every possible complication/disaster is accounted for, their friends are going to make sure this thing happens or so help them!!1!

Din is honestly a little terrified of telling them it’s not that serious a matter, and Luke thinks the whole thing’s hilarious. (Gets this wistful look on his face when he gets a glimpse of the war room Din’s friends set up in the back room of Boba’s bike shop and makes yet another vague reference about that time his family was at the heart of a vast conspiracy that spanned decades and effects are felt even now, and yeah.

Din gets sent all over the city to Prepare for Real Date.

According to his friends and loved ones he needs a new haircut, and a new suit - which, fair, the last one was from a job and kind of technically stolen because that time he had to go undercover and there was a suit..shop..and anyway, he apologized, but that’s neither here nor there.

SO.

Din’s all over the place on errands his friends and loved ones assigned to him and it’s less trouble to go along with all this than trying to reason with them.

(And honestly, he’s kind of looking forward to it in a weird way?)

Anyhow.

He’s just leaving the final fitting for his suit - all shy and embarrassed because Cara and Fennec went with him to decide on what he/they wanted for him that first time. They’d both given him the softest smiles when he settled on one he liked, fabric and color and all that, approved and told him he cleaned up nice and anyway, he kind of likes the thought of doing that for Luke, okay. It’s...nice.)

Thing is, though.

He’s had the weirdest feeling the last few days, week, maybe. Like. It’s weird but he the thing where he used to work as a bounty hunter with/for Boba and he learned to trust his instincts, so he’s not completely caught off guard when he gets cornered in the parking garage after his last fitting.

A couple of guys he doesn’t recognize, lean guy in all black and a long coat. Long-ish hair and a scar over one eye. Black gloves - something about that sticks in his head, niggling little thought, something familiar.

The other one’s broader built, a little shorter. Din’s mind categorizes him as the muscle. Wearing a dark jacket, baseball cap pulled down to hide his eyes but there’s something familiar about him too, knocking around in Din’s head.

Definitely a threat, but it’s the first guy Din knows he doesn’t want to turn his back on.

Just this aura of threat, and dangerous, and don’t look away from him in Din’s head and for the first time in a long time he wishes he still carried a gun.

Not that he’s helpless by any means, knows hand-to-hand and all that, martial arts and boxed when he was a kid. Also, you know. That collapsible baton that strictly speaking he shouldn’t have, but knowing Boba means exceptions get made, and it’s one he’s never felt all that guilty about. Especially in situations like this one.

Din hasn’t gone for it because for all the bad vibes these guys are giving him they haven’t done anything yet and he’d rather not be the one to start something.

(Paperwork, you know. Also, his date with Luke.)

Oh, they’re between him and his minivan, acting like a couple of tough guys with the posturing but it’s not just that.

Din knows the difference between idiots who watch too many action movies and think they’re worth anything in a fight and the real thing and these two aren’t the useless kind.

So far all they’ve done is stand intimidatingly, which is strange as hell, but fits with the rest of Din’s life, and anyway.

Just as Din’s starting to wonder if this is going to end in a fight, like, really actually, he hears a bike. Aggressively. Getting closer. Aggressively.

Nothing weird about it because they’re in a city and people drive bikes, and hey. Parking garage where people sometimes park their bikes while going about their business elsewhere and really, he tells himself, it’s just some random person who rides a bike.

REALLY.

Only thing is.

It sounds familiar?

Like.

Really, unfortunately familiar in that he swears he’s worked on it himself a time or two. Become unbearably fond of it’s owner, and please, please, please don’t let it be Luke.

So, you know, of course it’s Luke.

Comes roaring into the parking garage, Din sighing and like oh, goddammit, as he and his two new BFFs listen to Luke approaching.

Bike going vroom vroom and tires squealing as he makes it up every level of the parking garage to where Din and his BFFs are.

And it’s like, there’s part of him worried Luke’s going to crash, but the rest of him knows Luke’s a good driver, knows he knows every little quirk of his bike and how it handles and when Wedge and the others were visiting he got to see Luke show off just how good he is.

(It had been utterly terrifying because potential for death and whatnot? But als super hot, so. You can see how Din is conflicted there.)

Anyway, Din is standing there listening to the love of his life vroom vroom up several levels of the parking garage to, like, rescue him or whatever, and the guys who cornered him are sharing this look like why are we even surprised by this and shrug at each other going from top tier threats looking Very Tired all of a sudden that’s kind of confusing, and entirely relatable.

FINALLY they see Luke coming up the ramp and he’s headed right for them, does that totally rad thing where he swings the back of the bike around as he screeches to a stop, solidly between Din and the other two.

Dramatic as hell, but to be fair Din had been warned about that, something about it running in the family and anyway.

Luke himself warned Din. Obi-Wan warned Din, as well as sharing stories of the stuff he and Luke’s dad got up Before while they worked for the same agency. Cody warned Din, shooting a loot at Obi-Wan and dropping his voice so the other man wouldn’t overhear “Don’t let him fool you, Anakin learned most of that from him,” but there was fondness under the scowl aimed at Obi-Wan’s back that Din understood because, well, Luke.

Everyone in Luke’s life Din’s met told him about the Drama that runs in the Skywalker family, so this?

Yeah.

“Luke,” Din says, because the other two are definitely armed, and love of his life who helped expose a massive conspiracy theory and all, but also maybe not the brightest idea to do this right now. Or ever, really. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Luke being Luke, he ignores Din.

Reaches up to pull his helmet off, and Din notices he’s not wearing the glove on his right hand, or the synthetic skin over the prosthetic, like he was in a hurry, didn’t take the time to “pretty it up” for other people the way he puts it, vague shrug strange smile on his face, like there was something more important on his mind. 

(Din never got the full story about it, just knows it’s tied to whatever happened to his family and the everything that turned Luke’s life upside down, ended up with him in Din and Grogu’s life.)

Luke sets his helmet down in front of him, and gives Din a quic once-over, checking to see if he’s okay before he lets out a sigh. Flashes Din a smile, relief, something that’s simply happy to see him, and a bit like an apology.

Looks like he’s about to say something, but then the lean figure in black takes a step towards them and the smile drops off Luke’s face and his head snaps around to the other two.

The figure in black stops, goes still.

Din stares because he’s never seen Luke look like that in the time he’s known him.

(Remember a night out with Luke, Obi-Wan, and Cody, Luke laughing about double dates and Obi-Wan’s exasperated smile as they watched Luke and Cody in the middle of a game of pool when a pair of drunk idiots wandered over and tried to pick a fight.

A comment they had been far to overhear but easy enough to figure out with the ugly sneer tossed toward the table Din and Obi-Wan were seated at, something that wiped the tolerant smile off Luke’s face, had him pushing past Cody who was trying to de-escalate the situation, and saying something that made the drunkard go white. Scared shitless as he dragged his friend away.

Din had looked at Obi-Wan who just sighed, faint smile on his face as he shook his head.

And Din, Din had said he’d ever seen Luke angry before -

“Angry?” Obi-Wan had said, amused? “Well I suppose you wouldn’t have.”

He’d taken a drink, and leaned towards Din like he was sharing a secret, just between the two of them, and laughed. “You still haven’t, by the way, in case you were wondering. Trust me, you’ll know when you see it.”

There’d been something else too, about Luke taking after his father that way, weight of history Din wasn’t privy to behind it and a fond exasperation Din knew well.)

“Hey, Dad,” Luke says.

He sounds.

Well, the thing is, Luke doesn’t sound angry.

Or, not just angry.

He sounds careful, controlled. Tense. Like he’s a lot of things at the moment, and the wrong word, moved, from his dad - Luke’s dad - will be the deciding factor.

The figure in all black - Luke’s dad? - sighs. Rubs the back of his neck with a hand, shares a look with the man next to him who shrugs.

“Luke,” he says, sounding...sheepish, caught out. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Din winces on his behalf, feels an odd sort of kinship with the other man who snorts, mutters something like not a great idea.

Luke nods, sounds like oh, no, yeah, I totally understand that.

“I know,” he says. “Good thing mom called to tell me you were coming for a visit.”

Luke’s dad winces. “Oh she did, did she?”

It goes on like that for a bit before Anakin apologizes for pulling this nonsense, approaching Din in a parking garage like something from a spy movie -

“Well, I mean,” Luke says later, once things aren’t quite so bizarre. “He is a spy, so. You know.”

They all head to Obi-Wan’s center where they can “talk” because Luke was supposed to go there to help with administrative stuff or whatever before Padme called, and anyway, surely Anakin and Rex wouldn’t mind?

Obi-Wan takes one look at all of them, the way Luke makes sure to be between Din and the others at all times and pins Anakin with a look.

“Oh, Anakin,” he says, amused and dismayed. “What did you do?”

Din misses a lot of what’s said, things going over his head because Luke and unresolved issues and his dad’s earlier antics, and anyway, anyway.

Din gets a call and goes outside to take it, waves off Luke’s worried look because he’s not done reading his dad the riot act about not being a complete menace about Luke’s life, dad, c’mon.

But the thing is, the call’s not a number he knows, he just needed to get out of there for a moment.

Imagine his surprise, suspicion when he hears, “I hope my idiot of a husband didn’t make too bad of a first impression.”

Because it’s Luke’s mom, and he’s definitely not going to think about how she got his number after the everything with Luke’s dad, and just.

They have a conversation, one that’s actually nice. She asks after Luke, if he’s taking care of himself, if Din is helping in that regard. Asks how Din’s doing, how his adorable son of his is, and Din knows okay. Knows Luke’s sent her pictures of Din and Grogu, the three of them, when he talks to her, but it’s still a surprise how much he talks about them to her?

When he says that, just a random comment he didn’t mean to say there’s a moment of silence and then she laughs. Tells him her son is head over heels for Din, that she’s never seen him like this with anyone, and he adores Grogu, and just.

It’s a lot to take in, hear someone else say, and she must know it because she’s so gentle the rest of their coversation, laughs again as she asks him not to think too badly about Anakin, and he tells her he’ll try, because wow, what a first impression to make,you know?

Just as they end the call the door behind him opens and Din looks up to see Anakin.

He looks...awkward. Embarrassed? Something.

Din watches as Anakin goes over to Luke’s bike, remembers Luke telling him it used to be his dad’s.

Watches the complicated mess of emotions that wash over Anakin’s face as he looks at the bike, runs a hand along the side of the gas tank Luke repainted when he joined that biker gang of his.

Anakin sighs, shoulders slumping and when he looks at Din he doesn’t look like the intimidating figure in the parking garage, like threat and danger and the smart ones run.

He looks. Tired. Worried. Older than he should be, but with what he knows about Luke’s family Din’s pretty sure he knows the reason for that. For what h thought he was doing in the parking garage, maybe, Din’s still on the fence about that.

He understands why Anakin did that, just. Like Luke says, Complicated.

The important thing is that Anakin apologizes to Din. Tells him he’s maybe kind of an idiot - Din is like OH??? - and the Thing with his family that is definitely his fault, but he is trying to work things out with them and he’s just.

A touch overprotective as a result of the everything, so.

He just.

Worries.

Din is like, no, no, he gets it? But maybe try not to look like you’re going to murder your son’s boyfriend in a parking garage maybe? (Assuming Din survives the Skywalker family.)

Some awkwardness and then Anakin’s like, “I didn’t think he’d keep it,” about the bike, because Issues.

And Din is like, well, okay, and tells him what Luke told him about it. About Padme giving Luke the bike and that summer he spent restoring it, about his friends -

“Yeah,” Anakin says, and laughs. “Never expetd him to join a biker gang.”

The thing is he doesn’t sound surprised by that, or even a little worried. Probably used to hiding bodies, or he’s just met Luke’s friends and knows there isn’t anything to worry about there.

Anakin tells Din about how he got the bike, stories when he was a dumb kid and asks if Luke ever managed to get this things with the bike fixed.

Tells Anakin no, it still acts up and is the reason Din and Luke met when the bike broke down that first time, and to his surprise Anakin actually laughs.

“That’s...huh. Padme and I met under similar circumstances.”

Which, weird?

But Anakin’s looking at Din with this tentative little smile, and Din is like, well, he doesn’t know what just that he understands being protective of his people.

So they talk about the bike, and Din tells him about meeting Luke - leaves out the awkward flirting bits but he can tell from the looks Anakin gives him he fills i the details himself.

And then!

At some point Anakin pulls out a little multi-tool because you can’t aways cart a toolbox around with you Din is like, just wonders if Anakin knows Luke carries one for the same reason Well, that and the fact his prosthetic hand can be temperamental and such.

“Well this is definitely better than what I thought I’d find,” Luke says, surprising the two of them who have kind of taken the bike’s engine a little somewhere along the way?

Anakin and Din trying to pinpoint what’s wrong with the bike even though no one has for years by this point, and it’s like uh, ooops?

Because it’s Luke’s bike now and they didn’t mean to, but Luke is just. Amused, fond. Goes over to them and asks if they found the problem yet and when they say no clearly they must continue, and anyway.

Obi-Wan comes out after an hour, maybe two and looks at the three of them with raised eyebrows.

Tells Anakin that Padme’s flight just landed and Cody and Rex left to pick her up from the airport - which.

Huh, that explains where they went. The three of them notices, waved and all but were caught up in figuring out the bike Issue and didn’t give it much thought,

Also, Luke and Din are going to be late for their reservations if they don’t get going and then it’s like.

Anakin all flustered because Padme - knows he’s in trouble with the whole parking garage incident but Padme, and Luke and Din share this look with Obi-Wan because it’s seriously adorable.

Also, though, also.

Luke and Din and a quick conversation off to the side while Anakin goes inside to get cleaned up - smudge of oil or grease on his face, and his hands are filthy and just.

Yes.

And then Luke asks if Obi-Wan and COdy had plans for the night, all casual and such, and Obi-Wan has this little smile on his face.

Because he knows these idiots so well, and tells Luke that no, he doesn’t actually, is there a reason Luke’s asking?

And of course Luke is asking because Luke and Din cancelled their reservations, but there’s a nice restaurant they know that should still have roo for their group if no one object.

Just a nice little family dinner out, and anyway, no pressure?

So of course they do the family dinner thing - Anakin worried because the whole everything from earlier and takes Din and Luke aside and apologizes again, and that they should go have their date and it’s like.

Luke gets this look on his face, all soft and kind of sad and touches his dad on the arm to get him to look at him.

“Just. Don’t do anything like that again, alright?”

That look from the parking garage on his face again for a split second, and Anakin clearly sees it, knows understands.

Looks at Din to see what his feelings are on things and Din just shrugs because while it had been a bit much, he did understand, and anyway.

So.

Din gives Luke a ride home to get ready for the dinner - Luke insisting Din show him the new suit...later, which gets poor Din all flustered while Luke laughs at him, and anyway, anyway.

The go off and have their family dinner, where Din is rightfully in awe of Padme and the way Anakin dotes on her. Gets this soft little feeling in his chest at the easy relationship between her and Luke, and leans over to Obi-Wan at one point like.

“Are Cody and Rex related?” because there’s a definite resemblance between them.

Obi-Wan almost chokes on his wine, and manages to get out something about the two of them being from a big family. Gets this little smile on his face and tells him to ask Boba about it sometime, and anyway.

Padme gets Din alone for a private chat while everyone’s bringing the cars around and getting ready to say their goodnights.

Apologizes for Anakin again and tells Din they both like him very much, and Din while Din is trying to think of something to say about that Anakin pulls up to the curb.

Padme gives Din a mischievous little grin and presses a kiss to his cheek, tells him that what they like most about him is how happy he makes their son, and while he’s all flustered from that gets in the waiting car with Anakin.

Luke comes over, worried little frown on his face and Din is like, so confused?

Luke’s parents are so confusing, and Luke laughing at him about it while he herds Din over to the minivan isn’t helping, and anyway, anway.

For a day that started rather ominously, it ended surprisingly well.

And!

Din even gets a goodnight kiss for his troubles, so you know, good day.

[yourdaddychan]

wow-

literally just wow- i genuinely have nothing to say about this please- i cannot explain how much this means to me- there's 1000 of us- *hugs all of you* [ especially the porn bots ] *turns into formal luna asf*

i remember when i started in may, just a tiny chatbot with only one mutual, only known to you guys as [ answer : admin ]. and now, almost a year later, i have 1k of my chainsaw eating demons who are metal as fuck 💪ive learned so much being on tumblr, as a part of both the skz writers community and the chatbot community. ive made a bunch of friends, lost a bunch of ones, and 1k of you stuck with me. i cannot begin to express my gratitude to all of you, and how much all of you and your interactions with me mean to me. all of the simping, the random stories, everything. i cherish all of it, and i love all of you. aight so letz get to the personal thanking asf

alsoer i kinda wanted to do something sexy so imma do what color they remind me of :D most of them can be found at this link : https://louisem.com/29880/color-thesaurus-infographic

@kvinly linn bb 🥺through all the drama we've been through and shit im so glad we ended up becoming friends again cause we're kinda sexy together 😉thank you so much for being my 1000th follower bb you mean so much to me and if anyone hurts you im about to *turns into jennie and kachows them* licherally lets nevah fight again

-> you remind me of the color punch , and not only because of the name- underneath that grr me edgy grr me bully you're just a softie simp and that reminds me of punch :D

@undeadbots steph 🥺lemme be your personal broken chopsticks pls :( KLDSKLD anywayz we've also gone through some sexy drama and thankfully you saw da light 😉and now look at us, with our own band, and our own producing line 🥺brohemian rhapsody for life bro 🥺 *big kithie for da best dad in da world :D*

-> you remind me of the color viridian , because it gives me confident vibes :D you carry yourself proudly and confidently as you should tbh go steph

@binniesthighs oh look its a cutie *pushes you to a mirror* right there :D RORORO YOUR BOAT :DD we havent talked too much, besides my simping for jisung- but you give me very sexy energy so imma propose rq *gets down on one knee* will you be the rororo to my boat 🥺thank you for being my moot :D

-> you remind me of the color espresso , because espresso looks like the color to be pretty chill and laid back, and you're all of those, and calming to be around

@toshis-flower BAYBEE BEBE BEEBEE :D thank you so much for being my moot and making me a wifey asf ‼️ you're literally so much like me whats not to love <3 JKSDJKD JKJK you're really sweet and really just a good person to rant to, i love you so so so much and i think im going to remarry you :D

-> you remind me of the color taffy , because you're sweet, cute, and bright :D *eats you* yummy

@lov3ric seyoung. i love you. so much. MY SOULMATEEEE :DD even though we tell the story over and over like a bunch of grandmas, ill still never forget how we became soulmates and then bonded over boba 🥺im licherally going to marry you one day like ez 💪also i wanna eat you can i eat you youre really cute *eats you*

-> you remind me of the color daffodil , because it reminds me of banana milk which reminds me of you tbh- buuuttt did you know that daffodils are one of the first flowers you see when spring starts? that definitely reminds me of you because through all of the cb drama, you've always been there with me, like literally always- i cannot express how much i love you *kithie*

@simpchimp LIDDLE CHEESE FUCKER THEMBO :DD drink water *spank* i love you so much you cutie 🥺you're also licherally the funniest person ever like stop bae i kinda need to be the funniest but noer its you 😔alsoer i love how random you are KDSKLD so nevah stop that because then *revz up arm* youre going to get luna-ified

-> you remind me of the color jam , because even though you seem kinda scary at first [ yes i was 100% scared of you ] you're really soft :D

@berrywoo the sun themself 💪you are easily the purest person ive met, and im so happy i somehow became moots with you :D you literally hit diff, yk? theres something about your personality and the way you act thats so comforting, and that means i eat you because youre too cute :D you cant just be a wholeass teacher for kids and expect not to get eaten kids are licherally demons whoever deals with them properly and treatz dem nicely gets a nom asf

-> you remind me of the color honey , because you're a sunshiney yellow, and you're sweet like honey :D i think you need to hear that its okay not to be okay bb, and you can come to my dms anytime you want to rant 😎

@yourchungha MS OG CHUNGHA MS IM KINDA SCARED OF THE SHIT YOU DO MS FURREH LOVER 101 MS ANNA BANANA :D yeah youre like really nice- thats all i have to say- like how tf do you deal with [ redacted ] like eggsplain- ALSO YOURE CARRYING OUR CONVERSATIONS BECAUSE IDK HOW TO TALK TO PEOPLE DKSJKD I LOVE YOU FOR THAT AND WE SHOULD HAVE LIKE ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS MORE OFTEN

-> you remind me of the color scarlet , because youre a sexy bitch tf and scarlet gives me 'idc what you think im hot' kinda vibes which is like exactly you

@satosimp WINTER DADDY :DD i lub you asf *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy* ugh the way your personality matches mine is kinda sexy or whatever im also kinda in love with you but lets ignore that part 🙄 💪 *big kithes* *eats your cats casually*

-> you remind me of the color lilac , because it just gives me tsundere vibes, you act like you dont care but really do care :D you liddle sawftie *noms your cheekie*

@nightshade-minho DUCKIE :DD *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy pt 2* licherally bae where the fuck are you i miss you you bettah be doing well in school otherwise im going to smack you with a chappal asf DSJJKSD *eats your cat because hes such a cutie*

-> you remind me of the color marigold , because you're adorable and sunshiney :D

@onigirimeeya MICHIE MICHIE MICHIEIEEIEI MY DAD :DDD i like you mucho much if you didnt know *kithes you* you're like one awf da best listeners ever- which is such a weirdass compliment but its true- you're really good at listening, and just being a comforting presence in general, like when you go to the beach and youre just staring at the waves all edgy mode, and it calms you down a fuck ton

-> you remind me of the color mint , for obvious reasons- mint choco chip cookie michie :DD

@hhjs bae we dont talk a lot but im kinda lurking on all of your posts- JKDSJSKD bae remarry me please youre really fucking hot 😭and the way you have with words is like damn- teach me oppar asf

-> you remind me of the color wine , because you're refined, and carry yourself in a way that makes everyone want to be you. the color wine is rich and deep, which reminds me of the way you write :D

@nsfw-stay MY LICHERAL BABIE YOUVE BEEN AN ANON FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND WEVE TALKED ABOUT SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER [ a lot about seungmin and jisung but shhh ] I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BB AND I WILL NOM YOU >:( BUT SOFTLY AND OUT OF LOVE *nomz yew* :D

-> you remind me of the color cerulean , because its a baby blue and what fits better than a baby blue yk? you're adorable and squishy and i want to nom you 24/7

@secretary-yeji *iz chan ig cause we dont talk admin to admin* oh erm gee is uncle chrith 😉DKLSKLD my liddle koala :D my liddle burgah :D my liddle aussie :D my besth frien :DDD evah since may i think we've been friends, and i think one of the highlights of that day was me marking you as spam twice and on accident too- LKSDKLSD WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT anywayz thank yew for being uncle chrith's friend *kith*

-> you remind me of the color seafoam , because it's a very soft and light color yk, you're delicate asf which sounds like a bad thing now that im typing it BUT IT ISNT DSKLDSLK YOURE VERY CUTE YOU AND YOUR FLOOFY COWS :D

@ayolistenupp im kinda... in love with you? wtf? KDSDKSL MY DESI DADDY ASF I LOVE YOU SOER MUCH :D our music nights™️ mean so much to me, like theres just something so personal about listening to what the other person likes to hear even though half of your songs are sexy asf KLDSKLD

-> you remind me of the color ocean , because the ocean is loud but calming yk- like you're full of energy but you're also calming :D

@yanderexchungha OH ERM GEE YEW :O YOU PROBABLY WONT SEE THIS IN LIKE 10 MONTHS BESTIE MERRY CHRISTMAS IG KLDSLKD anyway i love you dad your lessons about vape >>> to quote your drunk ass exactly "vape isnt cool" JKSDJ anyway its gonna be sexy if we accidentally run into each other in the hallwayz asf

-> you remind me of grey cause youre a hag- JKJK KDJSD you remind me of the color caramel , because you're sweet, and licherally addictive caramel isnt good for my braces but i keep eating it 😰but youre addictive in a good way :D

@yanderelee literally only doing this because you were moping about not having a simp sunday and im such a good person 🥸you're cool 💪and unfortunately, you're funny too 😥and even though i bully you asf dont take it personally because i dont mean it asf

-> you remind me of the color dijon mustard because you just give those hacker vibes please dont hack me after i said this i like to keep my location private

@kpopswitchbot BESTIE 😏MY FIRST MUTUAL 😏 LICHERALLY DA BEST CUTEST FUNNIEST SMARTEST SEXIEST KEWLEST I CANT EVEN EXPRESS WITH WORDS FISHIE IN DA WORLD :D LICHERALLY STOP OUTDOING ME WITH YOUR GOODNIGHTS LIKE *spankz yew* YOURE LITERALLY TOO GOOD WITH WORDS ITS NOT FAIR- AND THE DAY YOU JUST TALKED TO ME IN SHAKESPEAREAN BECAUSE I FELT DOWN- AND EXPRESSED YOUR LOVE THAT WAY LIKE- PLEASE I ACTUALLY ADORE YOU AND I WILL LITERALLY EAT YOU ONE DAY

-> you remind me of the color coffee , not only because youre addicted to it but also because of the way you act, you're like the definition of an old soul- with the words you use, the drama kid you are asf, etc- you're a talented bitch *mwah* i love you so much you also remind me of those movies where they find an old ass book and they kinda hafta dust it off and it gives you treasure or something cause yeah that reminds me meeting you

AIGHT DAS IT ASF MWAH I LOVE YOU ALL :DDD

[wille-zarr]

The Mandalorian Episode “The Tragedy” Thoughts:

DIN IS A DAD DAD DAD DIN

DINS LAUGH IS FRIGGIN HOT

oh no boba fett is SUPER HOT WHAT THE HECK

BOBA FETT DILF

din kept going into the force field to get grogu despite knowing it would hurt because he loves his son oh the emotions

I am SO EXCITED boba fett and sniper lady are GUNNA HELP AS GOOD GUYS NOT ENEMIES

T HE RazOR CREST-!!!!!!! NOOOOOOO i feel like MY home was destroyed!!!!

DIN taking FULL SHOTS with that armor!! Wow!!!

Dark troopers gave major iron man vibes

GROGU NOOOOO I thought he would force push them away!!!!

GROGUUUUUU

Boba fett is a man of honor thats so frickin hot omg

Slave I LOOKS SUPER COOL!!!

“I was aiming for the other” oh no hes funny too

No this isnt me crushin on a crusty, sarlaac chewed old man nu uh (okay a lil)

JANGO FETT MENTION

Din bb go get ur son

BABY NOOOOO

Grogu DARKSIDE CHOKING SHDHDHDBDJDJ

HES SO SCARED

I’ve never been more anxious while watching an episode!!! I am dYING.

[howtosingit]

if ur ok with it can u break down the tarlos huggggg in the lst ep after tk tells evy1 abt his addiction? bc that gd huggggggg i wanna no every thing u think abt it i live for ur love for tarlos theyre just so so cuteeeee

IF I’M OKAY WITH IT?! Anon, I feel like I have been waiting my entire life for this ask. I could literally talk about this hug for the rest of my existence. I would talk about this hug every second of every day if I could and never get tired or bored. This hug has owned my entire heart from the moment that it happened and I can never get enough of it. Brace yourself for this essay, and remember that you asked for it...

Okay, so before I get to the actual hug, I want to talk for a minute about why I love it so much and also how fantastic the scene is that comes before it. I’ll try to keep both of those brief (LOL). If you want to skip to the hug breakdown, I’ll give the sections titles. 

Why I Love This Hug

So, why do I love this hug so much? Honestly, because I never in a million years thought we’d get something like it, and it was a big turning point for me.

I have not been quiet about how disappointing I think season 1 was. Too much Owen being Owen, too much Iris plot (which never interested me for even a single moment, unfortunately), not enough of the other characters - specifically the characters of color - and definitely not enough Tarlos.

Following episode 3, the show established a really frustrating pattern with Tarlos: they either never interacted with one another, or there was a moment of them at the end of an episode where they were in the same place physically but never spoke directly to one another. Frustration doesn’t even begin to describe the Tarlos talking drought between episodes 3 and 10 - and honestly? It’s bad writing. To focus on a ship for 3 episodes, giving them a lot of different nuances and conflict, and then do absolutely nothing with it? Stupid. So, going into the finale, my expectations were low. At that point, I was literally tuning in just to catch a glimpse of Carlos, with the expectation that that was all I would get. I really didn’t think I was going to watch the show after season 1. 

When the finale started with a Tarlos scene, I was honestly very surprised. But, then, of course, it was a “break up” scene, and I was like... well. So much for that. See, I fully expected, based on the trend throughout the later half of the season, that that would be the only Tarlos scene we would get, and that that is how they would end season 1. 

But when that camera cut to Carlos Reyes walking through the station door looking like a modern-day motherf*cking Prince Charming? I cried. I’m not ashamed to admit that. And then WHEN WE GOT THE HUG?! I can honestly still feel my heart pounding in my chest.

The finale didn’t fix everything for me; they still barely talk in their final two scenes. It’s not all perfect. But this hug, this small moment? THAT. IS. PERFECTION. (And I’m gonna go on and on about why in just a minute!)

Framing the Hug

I just want to take another moment here to chat about the entire fire station scene with TK and the team/Carlos because there’s a lot that informs why this hug is so freaking incredible. It has everything to do with the directing choices that were made - and boy were they good ones!

We all probably remember how the scene starts: extreme close-ups on TK as he sits waiting for the crew to come back. He’s anxious and possibly having a mild panic attack, and the camera is used to create that moment. Certain shots are out of focus, the shots that are focused are zoomed in to his mouth/hands/eyes, the sound is distorted, his breathing is isolated. It’s all super effective. 

So the observations that I make about this brief moment are: TK is stationary, the camera is basically attacking him. And TK is alone. Pretend for a moment that the camera is a character. The camera won’t leave him alone. No one is there to help him. His anxiety grows. 

(Even when the team joins him, the camera stays pretty close to him, except for one moment where it backs off but then approaches again. It continues to invade his personal space and his personal moments with his friends and his dad.)

Now, compare that to how the scene ends: TK walks away from the camera, the camera doesn’t follow him. It gives him space. His interaction with Carlos happens in the distance. If the camera is a character, TK defeated that character. He leaves it there, it no longer threatens him. I just really like that visual storytelling; that through the 4 minute scene, TK not only faces his demons, speaks his truth, and conquers his anxiety but he beats the camera and goes off to hug Carlos untethered. (He even bounces towards him, but we’ll get to that in a minute.) That doesn’t really have anything to do with the hug specifically, but I thought it was interesting anyway.

The other comparison that I want to make is a simple one, but it’s another reason why I love the hug: TK initiates it. He doesn’t initiate the group hug with his team (he actually almost says “we don’t have to do that” when Mateo moves towards him), though he obviously enjoys it. Owen initiates their hug, flinging himself at his son, and TK obviously appreciates it.

But the Carlos hug? TK approaches him, TK raises his arm to wrap around Carlos’s neck.

Okay, now to finally answer the original ask...

LET’S HUG IT OUT: THE BREAKDOWN THAT WAS ASKED FOR

First, can I just say from his first appearance to the end of this scene, Carlos is there for 20 seconds total and I am about to write a whole-ass essay about those 20 seconds?! I’m literal trash.

Okay, so Carlos appears looking like a fucking snack. He’s changed since the bus accident, looking like someone’s hot date, and I think we know whose... Owen is basically like “well this is unexpected” and honestly, same sir. TK is adorable and noncommittal, but clearly not surprised to see Carlos there. We’ve missed a moment between them since TK was sent to the hospital and Carlos called him impressive, that’s for sure. 

So when TK starts to walk towards him, the camera refocuses on Carlos and we see this adorable freaking look on his face that clearly says “how did it go?” or “all went well?” or something to that effect. I think Carlos knew what TK was doing at the station and he knew that it was a big deal for him, and I love that even before they are next to each other, he’s checking in to see how it went. He’s invested in TK’s well-being - as always - and he’s there to support him, both physically and emotionally. I COULD SCREAM.

In response to Carlos’s silent questioning, TK throws his head back and sighs. Like I said before, he seems to bounce towards Carlos, his body is pretty loose - his arms are swinging back and forth. This is a guy who just took a load off, and he’s relieved about having done so. The smile that Carlos gives him in answer says that he’s relieved too - that it went so well, that TK seems lighter. He might even be relieved that TK is being so much more open with him, clearly showing him his emotions. Their body language for this entire moment is very open, neither of them seem closed off. It truly does feel like, for the first time, they are meeting each other on equal footing, with all of their cards on the table before them. It’s such a different moment for them, certainly different than their body language during the boba date earlier in the episode.

I would be an absolute idiot if I did not pause and remark here how INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT IT IS that TK is the one that approaches Carlos. I’m not the first person to notice and say this, but Carlos “I hate being the one doing the chasing” Reyes stops just inside the door. He lets TK walk towards him. It’s such an interesting, nonverbal conversation between them. In this action, Carlos is saying “I’m here, but I’m still not going to force anything. You said you wanted space, so I’m giving it to you.” Sure, he comes to the station - but I would pay good money to bet that TK invited him there following some kind of conversation about what he was doing there - but he stays at the door. He’s cautious, but open. He wants something more with TK, but he’s not going to throw himself into it just to get hurt again. So, he waits. AND TK COMES TO HIM. TK leaves his own space and enters his. TK takes the final step. TK closes the gap. TK makes the big move, and they’re finally both right in front of each other, on the same wavelength. The find that solid ground from which they’ll build their relationship together. ISN’T IT JUST BEAUTIFUL?!

Seriously, kudos to Bradley Buecker for directing this episode with multiple levels of storytelling at play. It’s really great stuff.

OKAY, there’s a little Owen and Michelle moment, but then the camera finds Tarlos again. 

TK is standing in front of Carlos, they’re completely fixated on one another, their body language is just so fucking casual and comfortable I cannot stand it. See, the other hugs were all pretty intense: the team piles on top of TK, burying him, and Owen practically throws himself at TK, it’s a fairly hard hug for a man with an injured shoulder. But this hug? NOPE.

It’s so soft. It’s so gentle. TK raises his arm like he just can’t not wrap it around Carlos’s neck, like it’s the only way to be as close as possible to him and being as close as possible to him is all he wants in that moment.

What I really love about this hug is that it feels like two people who hug not because the moment is demanding it, not because they’re reuniting after a long time apart, not because they’re in a heightened state of emotion. 

These two hug like it’s just what they do, what they always want to be doing, like they don’t know how not to do it. The whole thing reads like “Hi, I’m TK and my arms belong around Carlos” and “Hi, I’m Carlos, and my arms belong around TK, what else would I be doing with them?” (It’s also the vibe I get from the club scene where they wrap their arms around each other.)

IT’S INTIMACY, Y’ALL.

Look, to be a Tarlos fan, I think you have to be willing to look at the relationship on two different levels, right? One is what they verbalize to each other, which is admittedly very little (season 2, come through). The other is the story that they tell through their body language. These two have seemingly always been on the same page physically. It just comes naturally to them, from the minute they first dance to their obviously very pleasing sex scene to the way they flirt in the bar to the club to Carlos at TK’s bedside. 

Their chemistry is made clear through how they physically relate to each other, and never is that more clear than in this hug that LITERALLY LASTS 2 SECONDS BUT CONTAINS MULTITUDES.

Okay, back to it... so TK strolls towards Carlos, Carlos waits for him - they symbolism is making me scream - TK raises his arm, it’s all super casual...

And then he just kind of literally falls into Carlos’s body, and Carlos basically just catches him. HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THAT.

They don’t even speak but because they’ve had a nonverbal conversation with just those looks that I talked about, there’s just this understanding that TK needs to just collapse a little bit and he never for one second doubts that Carlos will hold him up. THAT’S JUST WHAT THEY DO.

OKAY OKAY OKAY now we’re going to break this down from head to toe.

Like, the way that their heads just rest against each other, TK pressing close - I can almost imagine that he breathes in the scent of Carlos’s shampoo, his nose is pressed right there in his curls. AND JUST IMAGINE HIS SMILE, I BET IT’S BLINDING.

I love that their heads kind of curve around each other kind of, perfectly Yin and Yang - like, from above they would totally look like that symbol.

MY FAVORITE PART OF THE ENTIRE THING: CARLOS FREAKING REYES NUZZLING INTO TYLER KENNEDY STRAND’S NECK, LIKE HE JUST SHOVES HIS FACE RIGHT IN THERE

THE NECK KISS MADE ME SCREAM SO FUCKING LOUD THE FIRST TIME I SAW IT I COULD NOT HANDLE IT

First, it’s our first kiss since episode 2. 

Second, THE INTIMACY OF PRESSING A KISS TO SOMEONE’S NECK - LIKE THAT IS SUCH A SOFT PART OF YOUR BODY, THERE ARE TENDONS THERE, YOU CAN FEEL SOMEONE’S PULSE THERE - LIKE OH MY GOD

Nothing screams “I want to know every part of this man on a deep, committed level” than a fucking neck kiss, and Carlos Reyes just... he fucking does it. 

Okay but he really does bury his whole face in there like he wants to keep it there forever, I have truly never seen something so soft in my entire life. 

I’m so in love with them I could puke.

But like, that’s why this moment means so much to me, because I really do think that it’s a solidifying moment for both of them. 

For TK, it’s a “It’s okay if I stumble or fall because this man will catch me or help me up” thing

For Carlos, it’s “he wants me, he wants this, he’s taking literal steps towards this thing between us, and he encourages me to sink into him, he wants me to do that, he really wants this”

Like, fuck. 

Moving down... we gotta appreciate Carlos being mindful of TK’s shoulder, unlike literally everyone else who has hugged him. Like, he doesn’t even go anywhere near those stitches because there’s no fucking way he’s going to watch TK bleed out for the third time, nope.

And the way that Carlos just slides his arms around TK’s waist, pressing his palms into his lower back?! 

I think there’s a whole like, thing, where when a person’s hands are flat and open they’re like, open and vulnerable. So there’s just something about the way that Carlos presses both of his open palms against TK’s back that feels so open and vulnerable and honest to me.

Also, the way that he literally covers as much of TK’s back with his hands as possible? He doesn’t place his hands on top of one another, he stacks them along TK’s spine - he completely covers the entirety of his lower back. That’s a really vulnerable part of the human body, and Carlos instinctively protects it. AND TK LET’S HIM.

Okay, finally, down to their feet: TK really does collapse against Carlos, throwing himself on top of him and trusting that Carlos will keep him upright. All of his weight shifts to that forward momentum, he even goes up on the toes of his right foot. Carlos plants his feet, and as TK sways into him, he wraps him in his arms and gently centers them so that they don’t tip over to the ground.

He literally re-balances them. The two of them together find a balance with one another during this TWO-SECOND HUG. They shift, they steady themselves, they sink into one another.

It’s literally symbolic of them both being completely, 100%, without question, ready for the next phase of their relationship together.

They keep each other standing, and that’s fucking true love, y’all.

I honestly cannot wait for season 2. This hug and the final scene on the hood of Carlos’s car - with TK again making the move to embrace their relationship by physically reaching into Carlos’s space for his hand and dragging it into his own space, firmly opening the door to his heart to let him inside, while also settling Carlos’s hand between his own to let him know that he’s willing to protect him and his heart too - makes me believe that we are in for some truly wonderful romance with these boys. 

My heart will not stop screaming about it.

[oh-katsuki]

gosh its been so long since i've told you about me and kai

heres a small recap of what's happened in the past few weeks

- i got lost and had to wait an hour for kais sister to pick me up

- i went to the hospital for 3 days cause i needed appendix surgery ( i accidentally burst it??? idk how)

- we looked around the city college and found this cute ass boba place, but the walk there is fucking hell because you have to walk through the park for like 15 minutes, and its hot as fuck

- i finally gained weight so i can start doing practice again as long as i dont go below 135

- i almost tore my acl again during practice

- i almost fell into the hudson river while i was skating

- i got a shit ton of books last week

- i got a tattoo of my mom's favorite flower on the side of my stomach

-my apartment almost burned down

- kai met my dad, got his ears pierced, almost died while working out, accidentally burned his arm while he was cooking, broke my fucking guitar on accident but its fine, and has a bruise from falling out a chair

- and ive been sitting in front of my ac for like 30 minutes because its so fucking hot

i love summer so much but the heat is unbearable

im so sorry for leaving for so long :(

i hope youre doing okay though!

- roadtrip anon <3

ROADTRIP NONNIE????? IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU'VE HAD SOME EVENTFUL PAST FEW WEEKS AND I HOPE THAT YOU'RE OKAY???

I'm glad that (hopefully) your appendix is better and that you seem to be doing alright now. im SORRY ABOUT YOUR GUITAR AND FALLING INTO THE HUDSON MY LORDDDDD.

im okay babe!! just kinda vibing rn n getting back into the groove of writing :)))

thanks for popping in <3 i missed u !!