#i hope i touched on everything i meant to hahah

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Oh. Ok well now I feel dumb OOPS LMAO I was not braining when I read that…

AHSHDGSHS Todo gorilla vibes so true…and Barou fr is just a fine specimen like idk what they meant by trying to go with like an ugly hot vibe….esp with his hair down….

LMAOO now that you said that I feel more interested in reading the Aryu light novel…..BLLK truly has some…unique personalities among their ranks HAHA

and ILL CONTINUE FOR AS LONG AS YOULL HAVE ME <333 I love writing long asks and reading long things too (clearly) so as long as you’re down I’m down LMAO

Bro’s got the double life….grass touched by day writer by night HAHAH I’m glad it’s something you find to be a more relaxing (I think) part of your routine rather than something burdensome though!!!

And OMGG that’s sounds so fun!! And yeah I stand corrected you probably won’t be sweating your ass off in Switzerland so not to worry (I hope/think) I don’t really have any knowledge about south France but um…surely it can’t be that bad…right….also wait ummm wtf I was not in tune to the heatwave or I was and just completely forgot about it ummmm that heat is crazy??? I can’t imagine south France reaching anything like that now so…fingers crossed….maybe bring like a cooling towel or something if you wanna be safe….

I can’t believe you’re actually adding him drowning. </3.

Jk LMAOAOA I’m so excited for the angsty bits after everything we learned abt him I’m so ready to see vulnerable Karasu (we better have a reveal for the exact moment he cried in his LN….the Bible doesn’t reveal it because he’s like “as if I’d ever tell you…” which kinda reminds me of chigiri’s but we see it clearly in his LN when he tears his ACL soo….another manifestation…)

Oh wait, yeah I can almost imagine Karasu as an alternate universe mature sorta kinda growth ish mindset Rin….so I’m very excited to find out!!!

TOY POODLES ARE SOOOO CUTE OMG I love tiny dogs shshgshs gotta balance out that ego fr though LMAO

Discord is truly…a place…I have some friends that love it because it’s apparently really easy to organize group things there?? But I also got told once by a friend that they would’ve expected me to have a discord and I LOST IT like WTF DO YOU MEAN??? YOU THINK IM ONE OF THEM??? THATS probably the worst insult ive ever received. But TABITONATION SO TRUE

also I’m SO glad to hear you say that you don’t even know….Ive been kinda hyper aware of my wording and formatting and whatnot precisely because I noticed the exact same thing….all the usual TLs have some clunky grammar or formatting which I also found hard to read/confusing at some points? Or sometimes the wording is a bit awkward and after comparing the og text and their translations I think it’s because they try to translate it word-for-word which means retaining some grammar formats in Japanese that don’t really work in English..? I think some of the people translating out there also might not be 100% proficient in English which means they might shove some things into a translator which explains some of those inconsistencies!! But also speaking from my own trial and error, trying to balance maintaining the original essence while also not having it sound really clunky or awkward in English is a task LOL which is why I’ve incorporated more English colloquialisms that I think parallel the Japanese ones best even if they might not be identical in terms of each individual word! I’ve noticed that worrying about keeping the text EXACTLY the same down to each word is what usually contributes to that issue since the words don’t flow the same once translated so you have to essentially translate the vibe along with the literal meanings!

I’m always trying to be conscious of how I reword things so there aren’t too many run on sentences or weird roundabout descriptions (The first one I ever translated was Hiori’s and I think I was trying to stick to the usual TL format too much because when I recently went back and read it I was like why do some of these phrases sound so odd….LMAO) but if anything ever sounds weird lmk LOL

One good example of this I think is actually “my beloved Kenyu”. In the literal translation of the bare words it’s “the Kenyu I like” and in a more I guess comprehensive (?) translation is “my favorite Kenyu” which I thought sounded a little off but I understood the vibe to be along the lines of “oh my sweet/dear/darling” but those words seemed a little too strong and the phrase uses a mini word that’s also used in phrases like “I like/love you” so I thought “beloved” fit the tone the best and actually felt more accurate than just slapping out your typical google translate response! I hope that makes sense HAHA tldr is I’m rlly glad that my translations are easy to read!! Was always worried that I’d been making it awkward to read LOL

I guess in a way I also like research LOL partially because I really don’t wanna accidentally slap out misinformation and get mobbed but whenever there’s a phrase or expression I’m not sure of I’ll always cross reference it with a Japanese dictionary or forum to make sure I’m getting the meaning and vibe correct!! Hoping it provides a sufficient failsafe LMAO

But ok finally finished up 3 I’m gonna go send those all in now hehe also your reblog has me laughing a little I hope you’re not dying out there with 10yr old Karasu LMFAO

-Karasu anon

HAHA NO IT’S OKAYYY I PHRASE THINGS WEIRDLY SOMETIMES DW but yeah i think kiyora and kurona have the best chance at being the third person in that ln!! kiyora would make sense because they’re all a team in epinagi but tbf there hasn’t been much continuity in terms of which characters get put in the same volumes so that could be irrelevant

hair down barou is a different specimen entirely 😩 but honestly even the interesting hair choices he makes aren’t TOO egregious in the manga like they don’t take away from him being handsome (even though he looks sm better with it down)

PLS bllk truly has such a varied cast of characters 😭 it’s so funny…like wdym we’ve got shidou aryu and kaiser all in one manga 😰 truly insane

oh you already know i am the world’s number one chatterer hehe i will always accept and respond to asks asap (besides requests ofc those take me a sec) i just love talking to people 😈

LMAOOO double life indeed…i had a horse show today so once again offline for most of the day but planning on getting to writing in a bit!! i’ve never been someone who forces myself to write things i don’t want to/don’t feel like working on atm which is why i’m so inconsistent abt updating 😭 i’m sure it annoys people but tbh this is how i relax so i’m only going to write what i am inspired to write at abt given moment. i think that’s why it annoys me when people nag me abt updating (it hasn’t happened except for one fic but i think those readers finally got the hint LMAO) because like yeah idk when i’m going to update either it’s just whenever i feel like it 😒 once you start paying me money you can be on my ass but until then you get what i post when i post it LMAO

yes i think switzerland will most likely be nice!! south france is def on the hot side but we’re closer to the water there so hopefully it’s not too bad 😭 and yes the heatwave in spain during 2022 was awful but i think it’s a lot easier to tolerate the heat in spain because there’s 0 humidity so as long as you stay hydrated and in the shade it’s much more bearable than a lot of other places

HAHAHA i’m actually almost at the point of him “drowning” i promise it’s actually not that huge of an event LMAOO like no hospital visits or anything…the angst is present but not necessarily the worst in that scene 😈👆🏻 i’m excited to finish the whole thing and post but it’s taking me quite a bit to get through writing 😭😭😭 HOPEFULLY IT’LL BE OUT SOMETIME THIS WEEK THOUGH!!

hehe as long as small dogs are well trained (which mine are ofc) they’re so delightful…i love carrying mine around and cuddling with them and whatnot plus it’s sm easier to deal with their bs DJDKKS like if they’re being jerks i just pick them up and then they can’t do anything 😭

PLEASE OMG I’D CRY IF SOMEONE SAID THAT TO ME 😫 i get the opposite problem no one realizes i’m into anime and video games and horse riding and all of that…i have to like come out to people that i am in fact a closeted loser…bfb otoya kinnie in that sense i suppose 😩

YES translating is super difficult and doing it word for word can almost make the translation actually less accurate i think?? that’s how it is when i go between hindi and english anyways so i’m sure a similar principle applies…i think too it’s especially noticeable when you’re going to english from a non-latin based language (so like not spanish, italian, or french) because the base of the language is so diff!! but at least to me you’re doing a really good job at balancing translation and readability/flow plus doing all of that research def means you’re putting in way more effort than 99% of translators HAHA i think you’re for sure in the clear when it comes to not spreading misinformation

PLSSS me and ten year old karasu are thugging it out together atm 😭🙏🏻 once this is finished i am going to be so proud of myself it’ll probably be one of the longest karasu works in existence

[valleydean]

What advice would a big blog such as yourself give to a relatively unknown fic author for getting their fics read by more people in the fandom? Are there any secrets you can share for things like tagging, posting times, etc?

well, first of all, thank you!! i don’t know if i’m really that big of a blog so you may be misguided lmao. i’ve just been on this website for like - a decade. so don’t let that confuse you lmaoo. but anyway!

the advice i’d really have to you is like..... just be super annoying. i will admit to you right here in front of god and everyone on tumblr dot com, the ONLY reason ANYONE has ever read any of my fics is because i wore them down. like, i am ANNOYING. i am constantly reblogging my own posts about my fics. i’m reblogging the same shit 5 times a day for 3 weeks straight and not even blinking. no shame in the game. make a graphic (for example) or a gifset (for example) for your fic! make 5! who gives a shit! and tag people - even if it’s just a couple friends at first (they won’t mind, don’t worry) and then put a note on the posts after your tag list telling people to let you know if they wanna be tagged. i mean, fuck, tag ME! i am giving you permission to tag me. (and then IM me about it because i’m old and i never check my @’s nor do i know how to check them lmao)

and for bigger fics, i’ll like - make a spotify playlist and post that on here. or i’ll make a tag on my blog for it and reblog like - aesthetic posts or quotes or stuff that have the same themes. and i’ll like - post screencaps of excerpts from my word docs to give as previews. i’ll just make random posts about my progress or lack thereof. i’ll just like..... never stop talking about it. hahah

but like - yeah, be annoying. do the Most(TM). hype your fic up SO MUCH that people will either be like “omg fine i’ll read it if you shut up” or “oh that looks dope i’ll check it out.” both reactions are VALID!

and this may be obvious if you’re not me, but i used to post every chapter of my fics at once. but then a little while ago i was like - i’m gonna post a chapter a week and see how it goes. and i like it a lot better. (i usually post one every sunday. it’s best to keep it the same day every week, i’ve found.) i feel like that generates more traffic. i also make a post like this for each chapter, so that may be why i’m getting more traffic. (again, back to my first point, be annoying.)

i usually tag those tumblr posts with: deancas, destiel, deancas fic, destiel fic, spn, supernatural, spn fic (and if there’s an edit involved, i’ll tag deancasedit and destieledit too). idk how many people are actually looking at those tags but.... it can’t hurt!

for smaller fics, i’ll usually just do a simple banner on the posts instead of a full edit banner - but i’ve noticed that fics with any sort of banner whatsoever usually tend to catch people’s eyes. so, i’d recommend doing that even if it’s just the title of the fic.

for one-offs, i’ll just do a header like on this one. i set that up with:

Title Pairing, word count Summary Link to AO3 if i posted it there too

but you can obviously set it up whatever way you want.

and yeah, i mean.... i don’t really know if there’s an exact science. i know it’s super discouraging right now because there’s a trend of people not reblogging things on here and just liking them, and putting kudos on ao3 but not commenting. and it’s really disheartening because it makes you want to stop altogether. but like, just because people aren’t interacting with your fic, doesn’t mean they aren’t reading it. there are a lot of silent readers out there. i wish they would speak up, but unfortunately they don’t.

i’m not sure if any of that is usable advice! but i hope it helped a little. but yeah, try not to get discouraged. keep at it. and like.... please do remember that, no matter what, you’re doing this for the love of it. you’re doing this for YOU. and i know you want to share that with as many people as you can. you should want to share it with people. but, at the end of the day, none of us are getting paid. so feel free to write as much or as little as you want. feel free to promote yourself as much or as little as you want. just keep at it and keep doing what you love and hopefully people will see your passion, and the rest will follow.

[jamminvroomvroom]

all yours. part 5

GR x fem!reader

find the other parts on my ✨masterlist✨

hello yes i am somehow back thirstier than ever. george is so hot, how very british of him hahah temp joke lol thank you sm for the love on the other parts of this series, i’m so 🥹🥹🥹 @ all of you. the power of george sexiness unites us. n e wayz, enjoy, i hope y’all like this, feedback is always appreciated n all that <33 ily

(i’m not gonna lie, formatting got a bit weird so apologies. also the timeline does jump around a bit but i hope it all tracks lmao <3)

in which things in your relationship with george progress.

warnings: 18+ pls and thank u!! SMUT SMUT SMUTTTTT, fluff bc they are my favs perhaps ever, language, them being bitchy and horny (same tbh)

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half a week in paris came to its bittersweet end. the hungarian grand prix was fast approaching, as was the relief inducing summer break. perhaps not as relieving as it usually felt, but that was because you didn’t know how you were spending it and didn’t know how to ask. how were you supposed to ask george if he wanted to spend three weeks with you after he’d just gone all out on a quick pause in the schedule and whisked you away from le castellet to paris?

it was perfect. monday to wednesday, you walked through the warm streets, living your best, fashion indulged, life. bread, coffee, long walks down the seine. and to top it all off, george was by your side. the fact that you’d managed to contain yourselves and only have wild, untameable, toe curling sex at night in your shared hotel room, as opposed to at any given moment, was rather telling to you. he’d meant what he’d said in his bed back in london.

when you woke up in george’s bed, you’d expected a million thoughts to cross your mind. you’d expected to wriggle awkwardly out of his grasp, that was if he still even had his hands on you. you’d expected to roll over and hear words that meant ‘this is fun, let’s just keep it like this - quick fuck in austria?’ you’d expected the words breathed across the pillow, whispered delicately in your ear the night before, the ones that had this faint echo of feelings and love and delicate things, would be brushed away, off the side of the bed and onto the cream carpet below, to be trodden away into nothingness as you haphazardly redressed and got the fuck out of there.

sure, there was a connection. there was a something that you were suddenly desperate to turn into an everything. he seemed to want that too. that’s what he’d suggested to you as we held you, fingers stroking the back of your arm as he lulled you to sleep. but you could never be sure of these things.

so, when you’d eventually braved it and rolled over, the arms still around you tightening to keep you close, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. you could suddenly breathe a lot easier when you settled onto your other side and stared at him while he stared at you. sleepy blue eyes, the most beautiful lashes you’d ever seen dusting his cheeks as he blinked away sleep. he was smiling a lazy, effortless, heavenly smile, one that made you brush his cheek, cupping it. you couldn’t help but smile when he turned into your touch. soon, without any words needing to be spoken, you were against his chest, ear pressed against his heartbeat, a therapeutic sound.

“what are you up to today?” george broke the comfortable silence.

“gotta start getting ready for austria.” you’d hummed in response, eyes still shut, cheek still pressed to his chest.

“fancy having some breakfast with me, first?” george asked, oh so smooth. you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“yeah? and then what? ‘see you in austria?’” you smirked, words accusing, playful, bold.

he didn’t look at all fazed by your words, even though he understood you perfectly.

“did you not hear what i said last night?” he replied, answering your question with a question. “you know, for someone who does words for a living, you don’t seem to trust them.”

“it’s not words that i don’t trust, it’s the people who say them.” you kept your cool. the conversation was still light, as light as it could be. your smirk was daring him, encouraging him to say what you needed to hear, which was fine because you knew he wanted to say it too.

“do you trust me?” george’s lips quirked upwards, already so assured of himself. sexy.

“i do.” you replied cooly, as if it was such a casual thing to admit, and not the one thing at the root of all of your past relationship malfunctions. trust was a tricky thing. but you did trust him, a daunting amount for something that still amounted to nothing at that point in time, something teetering on the edge of being beautiful.

“i want to see where this goes. i want you. this is more than what it started out as.” george’s simple words rolled off of his tongue with such conviction that you thought you would melt into the mattress.

“good.” you breathed, smirk morphing into a gentle smile. “want this too.”

“good.” he teased you, copying your coy response. “so, breakfast?” he persisted.

“sure.”

“but first…” he trailed off, eyes a deeper shade of blue as he pulled you in for a kiss. it was firm but sweet, and so, so intoxicating.

he’d pressed you into the mattress and slotted between your legs with a comfortable ease. a sense of belonging. you were both naked already anyway, so you may as well have made the most of it. you were ready for him and he was just as ready for you, groaning in sync as he lost himself inside of you.

it was different. he proved to you that he didn’t need bells and whistles to get you right where he wanted you. he proved that he didn’t need to whisper filth in your ear, or hold you against a wall with his hand wrapped around your throat, or bend you over the end of the bed and fuck you into the mattress to make you shake. george could do it just as well like this. body pressed tightly to yours, lips on your neck, one hand squeezing your hip and the other gripping your thigh, keeping you spread for him. when he’d kissed you as you both hit your peaks, you knew you were a goner.

-

austria had come and gone, quite smoothly, if you said so yourself. you managed to keep things professional, bar a quickie between fp1 and fp2 in what you could only assume was a storage cupboard. you shared room service in his hotel room, away from prying eyes, and fell asleep in his arms, after coming to the conclusion that this was definitely exclusive, whilst still lacking a formal label.

it had been a bit harder to behave in france. as you’d interviewed him, legs pressed together as tightly as they could be, you’d unleashed hell on him. you were always a tease, you both knew it, but something about the way he looked under the southern french sunshine had brought out your devilish side.

you’d interviewed him three times across the expanse of the weekend, necklines getting progressively lower as you leaned into the barrier that separated you both, your cleavage making it hard for him to form a coherent thought, let alone answer important questions. you were having the time of your life, watching his eyes flicker every which way.

george, however, was not having as much fun, a fact he made very apparent as he completely unsubtly dragged you through the mercedes hospitality suite. you were wide eyed the whole way, lucky that there was some kind of drama happening that kept everyone busy, very few people caring that you were there, his hand around your wrist. as a journalist, you should have been the first to know what chaos had erupted at mercedes, but it was hard to care when george was fucking you against his door.

“you need to fucking behave.” he’d grunted as you both came right there, his hand covering your mouth to stop the noises spilling from your lips.

once you were both calm, breath regained, he’d smiled down at you and kissed you. it was needy and romantic and it felt so good. you were breathless once more as you pulled away, wishing him good luck for the impending race. another quick peck, and you were out the door, a disheveled mess doing a great job of looking put together as you navigated your way out of the hospitality, somewhere you definitely were not allowed to be, the very definition of incognito.

-

george had placed well, another podium under his belt and he was beaming, glancing at you every now and then as he gave an interview. just as he’d been about to make his way over to you, on too much of a high to be worried about your teasing that he knew you wouldn’t have stopped, he watched you get called away from the pen. he tried to hide his disappointment as he landed in front of your colleague, answering their questions instead of your borderline inappropriate ones. it simply wasn’t as thrilling as talking to you.

he was itching to find you and get you away from this headache inducing track. time alone was needed and he had things to ask you. it was only later, back at the hotel, when he finally got you alone again. you were mid-kiss in your hotel room, somewhere between the door and the bed, when he’d mumbled a question against your lips, breaking away from you ever so slightly.

“are you busy this week?” he watched your eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice. mere centimetres separated you as you looked at him.

“don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but we need to go to hungary.” you quirked an eyebrow, moving to rejoin your lips when he laughed lightly.

“don’t need to be there until wednesday.” he replied.

“well, maybe you don’t, but i-“

“you don’t need to be there either, my love.” you were looking at him oddly, confused as to what he was actually trying to say.

“my flight is tomorrow night.”

“cancel it.”

“george, what are you on about?”

“come to paris with me?”

“you’re insane.”

“what? it’s paris, not the ninth circle of hell.” he joked.

“you want me to come to paris with you?”

“pretty sure that’s what i said, yes.” you pushed his shoulder at his bluntness.

“why?”

“want to spend some time with my girl.” my girl. god, he had you right where he wanted you, and you were happy to be there.

-

and before you knew it, you were in paris.

you hadn’t known what to expect from him, but that man sure as hell knew what he was doing. he held your hand, walking through the cobblestone streets, in the back of taxis, over the table at dinner. george so effortlessly made you happy, and you were worried about how easy this all felt. it was amazing what a denied orgasm in the hallway on a yacht could lead to. this entire situation, relationship, whatever it was, had sprung on you out of nowhere, and yet, you were happier than you had been in a long, long time. and so, you let the free fall begin.

you’d been walking down a narrow parisian street, a couple of steps ahead of george, his long legs easily keeping up with you, when he’d suddenly stopped. a quick tug on your wrist and you were spiralling around and into his awaiting arms. your hands landed on his chest to steady yourself, glaring at him for throwing you off balance. he just smiled down at you, something in his eyes as you fisted the material of his striped shirt.

“hi.” he murmured.

“what are you doing?” you asked, somewhere between confusion and annoyance.

“feel like making things official?” the smile pulled harder at the corner of his lips and you found yourself smiling back, grinning uncontrollably. it was random, out of nowhere, perfect.

“how official?” you teased, tilting your head in mock confusion.

“will you be my girlfriend?”

you scrunched up your face, pretending to think for a second, tiny smirk still gracing your features. he sighed playfully, hands cupping your face as he dipped down and kissed you. it was dizzying, his touch and his taste, a deadly combination. when he’d pulled away your smile had not faltered.

“yeah, i suppose…” you confirmed, a bit breathless but still hell bent on taking the piss.

“you suppose?” he raised his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly.

“i suppose.” there was nothing to stop you from kissing him, your boyfriend, again, and so you did.

again and again and again.

-

the hungaroring was one of your favourite tracks on the calendar. you loved coming to hungary and visiting budapest, enjoying the country in the build up to a hectic weekend. you and george had plenty to attend to, briefings, meetings, walk throughs with your respective teams. you had features to film and notes to take, whilst he conversed with his engineers and walked the track.

the busyness of the the weekend made spending time together a bit harder than it had been. it was the last race before the summer break, potentially a turning point in the season, and it demanded a lot of attention. george had tried to convince you to let him drive you to the track as a way to spend a bit more time together, making up plenty of excuses that you could use “if” you were caught. you’d given him a look, one that asked “really?”. “if” you were caught?

that was the first time you’d gotten a glimpse of how hard this would be. being with him, that seemed like the easy part, but you needed to come to terms with the fact that your relationship was a secret. a very big, very serious secret. one that could lose you your job. journalists and drivers hooked up all the time, of that you were certain. it was only natural, all of you being in the same place weekend after weekend, but relationships? nearly unheard of. a logistical disaster.

plenty of people may have been aware of the unabashed flirting that seemed to take place every single time, without fail, that you interviewed george, but that was all they needed to know.

but there was no smoke without fire.

-

you watched the hungarian grand prix on the edge of your seat.

your eyes were fixed on george’s lap times, his pace and excellence the only consistent part of another chaotic race. how wrong you’d been to ever doubt him. when the chequered flag finally fell, a hard earned p2 secured for your boyfriend, you could finally breathe. you could only watch from afar, transfixed on the way he practically glowed as he got out of his car. that win was getting closer and closer.

you had to tear yourself away from the corner of parc ferme, instantly missing the sight of the radiant man that would undoubtedly be on top of you within the next few hours. you watched him on the podium from the back of the crowd. he was only inches away from being on that top step, spraying the champagne until he was as drenched as you knew you were.

you scurried away, as soon as the green tinted bottles were emptied, needing a moment dedicated to composure before you had to go and start your media round. you didn’t know how you would be able to focus on nineteen other men when there was only one on your mind.

the chaotic nature of the race meant that everyone had something important to detail and suddenly, you were faced with a band of drivers huddled together in the centre of the pen, each diving for a reporter as soon as one became available. you tried to keep an eye out for your boyfriend but it was impossible to have your attention directed every which way.

when he finally arrived, sauntering in with a smirk, still covered in champagne, your mouth had momentarily gone dry. you’d quickly cleared your throat, redirecting your attention to… lando? yeah, it was lando, driver number four now looking at you with confusion, waiting to see if you actually had any questions for him.

“thank you for your time. great race.” you spluttered at lando, wondering, as his eyebrows drew together, if he actually did have a great race. you couldn’t be sure of much, only that you wanted to throw yourself at george and climb him like a fucking tree.

as lando walked away, he was quickly replaced by yuki, and then lance, and then esteban, and then, just when you thought you were going to go insane, pierre jumped in. for once, he didn’t look borderline furious post race, so you assumed he’d had a decent race. a quick glance at your notes confirmed this, and you listened to him talk, or, more accurately, flirt away.

it was always harmless with pierre, the both of you knew it, but that french charm, and your knack for being a bit more devious than your contract required was a delicious combination on camera. you weren’t in the mood, far more interested in the tall british man standing behind pierre with a smirk on his face that dared you to keep him waiting even longer. you were hit with a sense of deja vu. you’d been in this position before.

“congratulations, pierre. great result.” you did not purr at him like you usually did, not as bold as you once were, but pierre was too happy to care and answered your questions, eyes a bit more than shameless as they wandered your body as you tried to lay on just a tad of your usual charm, before he was bounding away, onto the next.

you let out a shaky breath as george stepped towards you, aching to finally speak to him, congratulate him. so when a wild sebastian vettel appeared, clearly in a rush, jumping right in front of george, who would never argue with his fellow gpda director, you almost felt like punching him. but it was seb and therefore, you never would. maybe if christian horner parked himself in front of you…

you and seb chatted away for a few minutes, and when you looked up, british racing green and messy blonde hair no longer blocking your view, george was gone.

-

you were walking through the paddock, wrapping up your segment when you saw him watching you, subtle enough that he wasn’t necessarily watching you to others, but you knew that he definitely was. you didn’t allow yourself to falter, finishing off and having a quick word with your producer before you trailed over to him.

“do you have some time for me now, sweetheart?” george was as condescending as ever, his tone the very one that always sent a shiver down your spine. you knew you were gonna get it, and god, did you want it.

“you know how it is.” you shrugged casually, as if you were not on the verge of dropping to your knees in the middle of the paddock.

“i do. i know how important everyone else is.”

“george-“

“tell me, my love, do you talk to them the same way you talk to me?”

you knew his game and you knew it well.

“depends.”

“on?” he challenged.

“whether or not you’re watching.” you smiled, sickly sweet.

it was true. you were far more inclined to put on a show if you knew george was watching, wishing it was him. you usually wished the same thing.

“now, are you gonna meet me at the hotel? or are you gonna stand here and deny us both?” you continued, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue, his eyes fixated on your mouth.

“maybe later. got a briefing to go to, people to speak to.” oh so that was how he was going to play it.

“bastard.” you whispered, grinning up at him, nothing but lust and a dash of something softer in your eyes. you both enjoyed the chase.

“wish i could kiss you.” he mumbled, mirroring the look on your face. you hummed in response.

“maybe later.” you scoffed, turning on your heel and strutting away. you heard the breath he let out, followed by a low laugh. it seemed that you both had each other right where you’d wanted.

-

a couple of hours had passed and you’d made no effort to go to george’s hotel room. if he wanted to tease, he knew you could do it too, just as well, if not better. you planted yourself on your mattress, scrolling mindlessly through your phone wearing nothing but a GR63 t-shirt, one he’d given you as a joke, and your underwear. you had no doubt that he was expecting you a few floors up, but there was no way in hell that you would break first. come hell or high water, you would not leave this room.

he had started this, and as far as you were concerned, he could finish it.

you only had to wonder how long this little game of his would last for about eleven and a half minutes before the first text came through.

‘where are you?’

you read it and left him hanging. within less than a minute you saw the grey bubble pop up. he stopped and started typing about four times before another message landed on your screen.

‘come here.’

you smirked down at the screen, laying back against the pillows. your hair was fanned out across the overly fluffed cushion and you raised your phone above your head. with a coy smile on your face, you snapped the picture, t shirt pulled tight against your chest to accentuate what george was missing out on.

the picture sent, accompanied by a straight to the point ‘no’.

you could practically hear his groan of annoyance.

‘come on, darling. you know you want to see me.’

‘wanted to see you earlier and you ignored me, baby. guess i’m just gonna have to entertain myself.’

‘don’t you fucking dare.’

‘don’t worry babe, it’s not like i’m going to find pierre.’

you knew you’d accomplished what you’d set out to achieve when he’d stopped replying. you stood from the bed, lazily removing the t-shirt, quickly followed by your underwear, all of your garments mapping out the way to the door. when he knocked, fists banging against the door with a sense of desperation, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

you swung the door open, hip jutting out as you leant against the frame, watching in delight as his jaw fell open. george quickly ushered you further into the room, door slammed carelessly behind him as he stalked towards you.

“what the fuck are you playing at, hmm? do you want everyone else to see what’s mine?” he asked, voice oddly calm, only a slight edge to it. he was creeping closer and closer while you backed away, hips swaying.

“just waiting for you to stop being a prick and fuck me.” you crooned, coming to a stop between the edge of your bed and the mirror on the wall, looking up at him through your lashes.

his eyes narrowed.

“maybe i’m just waiting for my girlfriend to stop flirting with every other driver in the paddock so that i can fuck her.”

“what can i say, babe, it’s part of the job.” you smirked. “you enjoy it too.”

“yeah,” he closed the gap between you, grabbing at your hips. “like it when it’s me.” he dipped down, kissing your collarbone. “and i get to watch you get all flustered,” more kisses trailed up your neck until he reached your sweet spot, a place he’d become very well acquainted with over the last couple of months. “and you beg me to fuck you after because you need me so bad.” he squeezed your hips.

“not such a big fan of watching you entertain every other fucker,” finally, george bit down, marking the spot he’d been kissing so delicately. “especially when you know i’m so much better.” he soothed the bite with him tongue, pulling away from your neck to kiss you. he controlled the pace, firm and slow against your lips, fingers cupping your face.

your eyes fluttered open as he pulled away, spinning you around and pulling you flush against his chest. you could see yourself in the mirror, his hands on your body, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“look at you,” he mumbled. “always ready for me. don’t even have to ask you, do i, sweetheart?” his words whispered in your ear went straight to your cunt, your body relaxing into his as you let him hold you up. you could feel yourself turning to jelly and you knew that this was only the beginning.

“just want to be good for you, baby.” you nodded along with his words, looking at him in the mirror. he laughed lowly, humourlessly, but that bastard smirk was still plastered all over his face.

“don’t fucking lie.” one of george’s hands found it’s way up your body, pinching your nipple before it found it’s home at the base of your neck. he applied the smallest amount of pressure, just enough to let you know he was there, control resting in the palm of his hand.

you were wide eyed, ass pressing against his crotch as you tried to alleviate some of the pressure building between your legs. he noticed, the hand on your hip coming down quickly on your ass, a sharp smack, not too hard but definitely affective. you stopped your grinding, quivering against him.

“c’mon baby, know i only want you.” you wondered if half-arsed flattery would get you anywhere, all the nerves in your body standing on end as you stared ahead, watching him touch you without any relief.

“really, sweetheart? are you sure about that?”

“you know i am.” you rocked back against him again, trying to prove a point while your body moved of its own accord. “please, george. all yours.” you begged.

“all mine?” he hummed, grip on your neck tightening. your eyes closed once again, feeling flushed. “hey, look at me.” and you did, quickly snapping them back open. “you’re going to watch, okay?”

that was all you could do, watch, as his hand left your hip, cupping your breast. you threw your head back, watching through hooded eyes as he pulled at your nipple, leaving the skin pebbled before he moved onto the next. his hand moved all over your skin, fingertips grazing the valley of your breasts and the soft skin of your stomach. you went slack in his arms as he teased over your hipbone, quickly reaching the crease where your leg met your body.

“spread your legs, darling, just like that.” george murmured. “now this, this is all mine.” you were squirming as he ran a single digit through your folds, barely grazing your soaked pussy, but applying enough pressure to leave you tingling. “no one else gets to touch you here,” he continued, piercing blue eyes staring right at you in the glass. he spread you open with his fingers, the lightest of circles being rubbed into you clit. “and even if they could, it wouldn’t feel as good, would it, baby?”

he was evil, so beautifully evil as he put you through pure torture. you were fighting to keep your eyes open, spurred on by the sinful way he was watching you.

“never as good as you.” you gasped out, arching your back into him as he plunged a finger inside of you.

“there she is, there’s my good girl.” he laughed lightly against your shoulder, the sensation against your skin setting you on fire.

“george, i can’t, please. need you, baby.” you were embarrassingly close to the edge and he’d done objectively nothing apart from feel you up and whisper some filth in your ear. you were down bad.

“not sure that you’ve learnt your lesson yet, sweetheart.” the patronising tone he spoke with made your thighs clench around his hand, his hand around your neck instantly tightening once more.

“let me show you. wanna make you feel good.” you whined, rushing your words.

you didn’t miss the way he groaned softly, feeling him tense up against you. he pulled his fingers out of you, hand dropping from your neck. you felt a rush of excitement, despite the sudden lack of touch, as he walked backwards, sitting down at the end of the bed.

“on your knees, darling.” you dropped down immediately. “that’s it, come here.”

you crawled the short distance to him and settled between his long spread legs, your hands grazing his thighs. he quickly took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“open your mouth, baby.” he told you, bringing his fingers to your lips. you obeyed, swirling your tongue over his digits, licking yourself off of him. he sucked in a breath, watching you suck his fingers clean as he freed himself from his jeans and his boxers with his other hand. he pulled his fingers away from you, staring you right in the eyes as your hand wrapped around his cock.

“gonna take it all, sweetheart? show me just how much you love my cock?” he groaned, cupping your cheek as you kitten licked the tip.

a few swirls of your tongue and you were bobbing your head on him, taking him in as far as you could. your tongue dragged over the vein on the underside and his hand, once soft on your cheek, tangled in your hair, holding you down on his cock. an experimental buck of his hips had you moaning around him, and one look in your tear brimmed eyes almost had him cumming on the spot.

“fucking hell,” he moaned. “how could i ever doubt you when you’re such a fucking slut for me?”

as soon as the words left his mouth, he was pulling you off of him, hand in your hair dragging you up and back onto your feet. you were stood between his legs, a mixture of saliva and him spilling from the corner of your mouth. you were a complete mess, and so was he, but somehow he looked far more composed.

you didn’t waste a single second, one leg kneeling on the bed, the other swinging over his waist until you were straddling him. his hands were on your ass, holding you firm against him as you began your slow grind.

“believe me now? i’m all yours, george.” you muttered, hips bucking against his own. “and this,” you dragged your cunt over his cock, gliding against where he was still so hard for you. “is all fucking mine.”

“all yours.” george flashed you that smile, that fucking smile, and you lost it. you didn’t care that he was in charge, whatever that meant, you were past the point of needy, on the cusp of sheer fucking desperation, and so you took what was yours.

you were soaked, absolutely dripping after what felt like hours of his teasing, a fact that became deliciously apparent as you sunk down on him. he was so big, big enough that you felt the stretch, but you were past the point of caring, rocking backwards and forwards on him like the world was going to end. it could, for all you cared, as you disappeared into the pleasure.

he did absolutely nothing to assist you, basking in the view of his girlfriend fucking herself on him. it was a pride thing, his point well and truly proven. you were ruined for anyone else.

“does it feel good, darling? fucking yourself on my cock?” all you could do was throw your head back in response, whining as he bucked his hips to meet yours.

george could feel you clenching, could feel how close you were, leaning forward to lap at your tits, sucking on one nipple while his fingers rolled the other.

“i’m gonna- fuck.” your broken moans had him pulling away from your chest to look up at you.

his thumb ran over your chin, collecting what was left of him, slipping it in your mouth. you lapped his juices off of his digit as your orgasm hit, maintaining dangerous eye contact that you knew would dare him fuck you even harder.

you were right.

within seconds of your first orgasm easing off, you were on your back, and he was ramming into you so hard, so fast, headboard slamming against the hotel wall.

“fuck, you’re so good. gonna be the death of me.” george groaned, eliciting a whimper from you. “no one else can fuck you like this, right darling? no one.”

you had no way to respond, apart from the string of cries of his name, a perfect symphony.

his fingers ghosted over your clit in such a way that you felt an instant rush, something different.

“george,” you warned. “oh my god, i’m gonna, you’re gonna make me-“ your words fell short, not able to prepare him. one more hit against your spot, timed perfectly with his fingers against your swollen clit, and you were cumming again, but it didn’t stop there. your eyes clamped shut, toes curling as your heels dug into his ass. you might have screamed, you couldn’t be sure. all you knew was that george was absolutely covered in you when you opened your eyes, abs glistening, dripping.

“holy fucking-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence, quickly following in your footsteps. the moan he let out was carnal, guttural, drenched in lust as he came.

when he sat back on his haunches, breathing still heavy, his wild eyes met your wide ones.

“haven’t done that in a while, congrats russell.” you breathed, smiling lazily up at him.

“you’re-“ he didn’t know what to say, grinning down at you, head shaking in disbelief. his eyes trailed over the mess you’d made, the remnants of which coated your lower bodies. “something else entirely.”

you giggled, but not for long. george decided that he wasn’t quite done with you yet, thighs pinned to the bed as he dipped down, tongue working through your overstimulated folds. he hummed into your pussy, pulling away for a brief second.

“we’re gonna make you do that again.”

your head fell back against the pillow as his tongue dragged over your glistening inner thigh.

you were in for a long, long night.

-

long story short, he did get you to do it again, and george had unlocked a new kink. an evening well spent, in your opinion.

somehow, he’d managed to peel you off of the drenched mattress, coaxing you gently into the shower, strong arms wrapped around you to hold you up.

you were stood under the warm water, letting it cascade over you both. you were tucked into him, head against his chest, arms around his waist. he loomed over you, resting his chin on the top of your head. every few moments, he would kiss your forehead, your eyes closing softly in pure contentment. what a pleasure, to be wrapped up in his embrace.

“you’re amazing.” he whispered into the humid, echoey air.

you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. you summoned the strength to pull yourself onto your tip toes, pecking his lips sweetly, once, twice, again and again.

“think you’re pretty cool too, you know.” you mumbled against his mouth, kissing his pillowy bottom lip one last time, before returning to your usual height.

he somehow held you closer, running a hand over your wet hair, pushing it out of your eyes. as his touch sent goosebumps over your warm skin, you found yourself brave enough to ask him what you’d wanted to since paris.

“am i going to see you over the summer break?” you whispered, peering up to look at him through damp eyelashes, greeted by a soft, thoughtful smile.

“sweetheart, i don’t want to leave your side.” so that’s what it felt like when your heart skipped a beat. “i can’t wait to be away from all of this, the cameras, the politics, so that we can actually spend time together again.”

“like paris everyday?” you asked, smiling tiredly against his chest. the goosebumps were gone, chased away by the warmth of his precious words.

“exactly, darling.”

-

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The Element of Surprise | Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven: The Fight and Flight

mando x fem!reader

series masterlist here

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (fingering, sexual intercourse mxf, general sexual content, swearing, canon typical violence, death)

word count: 6.6k

a/n: okay i change my mind this is my favourite chapter, this is way longer than i planned but i just couldn't find the right point to stop so sorry for the kind of abrupt ending but i literally had to force myself to stop HAHAH hope you guys enjoyyyyyyy i need to take a cold shower... 

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“But its hot”

“No.”

“Ill clean the whole ship.”

“You do that already.”

“Ill clean up Grogus’ puke for a week.”

“No.”

You’ve been trying to bargain staying on the ship while the Mand- Din goes for the next bounty, but he isn’t budging no matter what you offer.

“Why not? If anything, Ill just get in the way. If I stay here, me and the baby can train and stay nice and cold and sand-less.”

“I am not leaving you alone on this ship on Jakku. When I said this is the worst place I’ve been, I meant it.”

“I can protect the kid.” You say, suddenly feeling a little defensive of your skills. Sure, you might be a little (okay, a lot) less prepared to defend yourself than he is, but you know you could protect Grogu, and spending as much time as you have with him you would give everything if it meant keeping him safe.

“Its not just him I’m worried about.” He says, and not a single word makes you doubt his meaning.

“I can protect myself, too.” You say, gentler than before.

“I know. But I don’t take chances. Your coming with me.” He steps closer to you, coming back up the ramp to meet you at the ships entrance. The last thing you want him to be doing is worrying about you – that must be why he brings the kid in that bag everywhere. Anyways, the safest you’ve felt in your life has been whenever your next to him. Swinging your already-packed bag over your shoulder, you knew you were probably going to do whatever he asked anyway.

“Fine. If I get even a grain of sand anywhere, I will shoot you with your own blaster.”

“Because that worked out so good for you last time.” If you could see his face, you would be able to see the smirk you hear in his tone. You shove him on the shoulder, and a small ‘oof’ comes out of him as you walk past, hearing his boots clanking on the ramp close behind you. The hot air seems ten times worse as soon as the ramp closes and your option taken away, and you take a deep breath. You know this isn’t Tatooine, but its eerie resemblance brings back all those memories you have been trying to leave behind. You feel a little bit queasy, your head getting fuzzy under the beating sun. You take a step, then another, trying to just walk. You are being ridiculous, you know you are, but you can’t help the feelings that come up just thinking about being back there – constantly on edge and completely alone.

A hand comes to the small of your back, your shirt lifting slightly so that he is touching your skin. He rubs small circles on your back, pulling your mind back to this morning when his hand was grazing your side, and you relax instantly.

“You’re okay. Im with you.” He soothes, and you know you are safe. You open your eyes, and focusing on his hand on your back, you take a step, then another, and before you know it you are walking on your own, but never alone.

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You do not miss Tatooine. You do not miss Tatooine.

The smell, though.

Its like nothing you’ve ever smelt before, and you are for once jealous that Din gets to walk around in a big metal box because at least he doesn’t have to experience this. Its loud, but not in a good way, like on Coruscant. People are yelling prices, glass breaks in a house to your right and you have to switch sides on the street every five steps to avoid a huge chunk of abandoned trash or a broken engine part discarded carelessly.

“I told you s-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence, tin man.” You are hot, sweaty, and probably about to hurl.

“Tin man? That’s new.” He says over the shouting of a woman trying to get you to buy some weird orange liquid in a syringe.

“Well, this planet is bringing out the best in me.”

“Clearly.” His sarcasm is evident, but his hand brushes against yours as you walk. You notice that even on a planet like this, people still move out of his way, and although its too loud to discern a real conversation, you don’t miss the side eye stares they give you and him as you pass.

“How far away are we now?” You know he said the bounty was pretty far into the ‘city’, and the occasional beeps of the fob don’t sound entirely promising.

“Still about an hour or so. You okay?” The way he checks in on you makes your heart flutter even in the indescribable heat.

“Yeah, just hot.”

“Yeah, you are.” The sound that leaves your mouth is halfway between a gasp and a laugh.

“Tin man, are you hitting on me?” You bring a hand to your chest, trying to act shocked.

“Is it working?” he says, his pace slowing so he’s right next to you, lowering his voice so only you can hear.

“Definitely.” You breath, that specific tone of voice always making you shudder. 

A small gurgle comes from the bag in between you both, and you quickly shove the tiny green hand that pokes out the side back in, sighing as you remember where you are.

“Look out for any speeder bikes we can use. I want to finish this quickly.” He says, you can tell he’s just as frustrated as you are by the way he wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you along as if it will somehow make the next hour go any faster.

His hand over your pulse is the only thing you concentrate on, anytime he touches you everything else shuts out and its just you and him. You zone in on that, any chance to block out the constant buzz of noise around you, and you feel a familiar pull drifting through you, and you decide to follow it. 

You try to go as slow as you can, not wanting to make it obvious what your doing. Not only are you on a dangerous planet where they probably sell Force-sensitive heads on a pike for three credits, you also dont want to disturb him, feeling him weave you through the crowd, clearly concentrating on finding the quarry as soon as possible. 

Allowing your mind to clear of anything but him, you suddenly feel it. His energy is purely masculine, all hard and strong, edges tough against your own. His pulse is steady, and you feel his heart beating in his chest, its sound a song to your ears.

Is this okay? You don’t even know what ‘this’ is – you know when you reach out through the Force you can feel certain parts of a person, you do it with the kid when you train him, but this feels different. When you’ve done this before, its less personal – your aim more to connect through the energy of two people, meeting outside yourselves and moulding into the world around you.

When you focus on him, though, you don’t want to feel anything but him. With his hand guiding you through the busy street, your legs on autopilot, you close your eyes. You can feel him everywhere, his breath on your cheek, how his heart beats against you, caressing your reach. The smell of the planet around you vanishes, and the familiar musky-vanilla of his hair fills your nose. You can feel your energy intertwining with his, and you know this is something you’ve never felt before. 

It feels – good. 

Its almost like he’s touching you, he’s everywhere. You have no idea how long you’ve been doing this, but you never want to stop. You aren’t looking for anything in particular – no memories or feelings flow into your head, you wouldn’t violate his privacy like that, but this energy is tangible. You can feel it skimming over your arm, brushing your cheek. Its almost as good as him actually touching you, and you wonder if you can return the favour. You allow your mind to drive from his chest down his abdomen, feeling every ridge and bump of raw skin he conceals under there. You cant see anything, but you can feel it, and he feels so fucking manly and rough and good. You drift lower, unsure of where your going, you forget anything else but him.

Suddenly, you are snapped out of your concentration, your eyes go wide as you have come to a complete stop. Din looks down at you, his breath rapid and uneven compared to the steady beat you felt just moments ago. You tilt your head up at him, confused.

“Wh-what are you – fuck. What are you doing?” he asks between breaths, and your cheeks go three shades darker in embarrassment as you realise what’s happened. You weren’t the only one feeling your little exploration adventure, and you swallow – hard.

“I-I’m so sorry – I didn’t think-I wasn’t thinking that- “you can’t believe what you were doing. How insensitive could you be? This guy barely told you his name five seconds ago and now you’re using the Force – which he seems completely freaked by to begin with – to basically grope him?! You are going to stay on this planet and die of shame and –

“What? Don’t apologise. I just -shit. Give me a minute.” He still has a hold of your wrist as he pulls you to the side of the street, just as loud and bustling as it was before. “Maker. How did you do that?” you look up at him through your lashes, still embarrassed and slightly ashamed.

“I was just – thinking about you. I guess. When you were holding my wrist it just made me think of stuff – um. So I just went with it. Im really sorry, I swear I didn’t see anything. I just felt. Felt you.” You bite your lip and his helmet bangs slightly as it hits the brick wall behind him. You let him take his time, hand still holding you in position as he takes a few breaths before responding.

“I said don’t apologise.” He shakes his head, his breathing slowing to normal.

“No? I just-“

“Fuck. Why are we so far from the ship?” he says and his helmet bangs against the brick again. You look down, and look back up again straight away when you see why he needed to stop. The giant bulge is visible even through the armoured pants, and you have to bring a hand over your mouth to stop the gasp it erupts from you. You’ve held him in your hand before, but seeing the pure size of him in the light is completely different. 

Was that you?

It was you. Holy shit. You just gave Din a boner on a foreign planet in front of a thousand people. Thank the Maker your hand is over your mouth to stifle the choked sound that comes out of your throat. Dins attention snaps down to you, his hand on your wrist tightening slightly.

“I didn’t mean-“

“Don’t apologise. It felt good.” You didn’t think you could be more turned on than you already were, but hearing him say that proved you wrong as a whole other wave of heat took over you.

“Really?”

“Fuck yes. Just -” he looks around and you follow his gaze, people crowding your vision in every direction. His head bangs against the brick a third time and you pull him toward you off the wall. “This isn't helping.” He whispers, and you already know because you can feel every inch of him pressed against your stomach. You let out a breath far bigger than you thought you were holding. You look up at him, the rise and fall of his chest so big a movement it pushes him closer into you.

“What do you want to do, then?” you ask, and it comes out way more confident than you feel, your hands start to shake slightly in anticipation. He groans, both of his hands resting on your hips, and his helmet comes down to rest on your shoulders. 

“Your killing me, cyar’ika.” Hearing him speaking his own language makes your head swim, even though you don’t know what he’s saying. Sucking in a breath, he takes you by the hand and in one motion you are walking again, slightly slower than before, and you dont miss the occasional shake of his leg to re adjust his pants, using your free hand to cover your mouth hoping he doesn't hear you laughing. 

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“Its up here.” The tracking fob has been beeping steadily for 20 minutes, and you are in awe of the way he can just tell where to go, expertly navigating the complicated building you were currently casing the back entrance of. 

“How do you do that?” you ask as he breaks a lock on the back door of the building.

“I just pulled it off. Rusty. See?” he holds up the snapped lock and you shake your head and smile.

“No, I mean how do you just, like know where to go? It took me a year to figure out how to get home from the market on Tatooine.” He just taps his helmet.

“Its built in. Scans for body heat.”

“Even in buildings?” You say as he shoves into the back door, rearing back for a second go of it.

“Through pretty much anything. It tracks footprints, too. Sonic detector picks up anything out of earshot, after that its just left up to instinct.” He tenses and runs sideways into the door, it coming down with a loud bang, the kid currently slung over your shoulder poking his head out at the noise. 

“So you can see up there?” you say, coming through the doorway and pointing up, the sand coloured roof of the floor above flaking slightly on your head. He nods, moving through the ground level of the building, pulling out the tracking fob again. 

You decide to just let him work, watching his head scan left to right, with your new information probably figuring out how many people lie ahead. He takes a few more steps in and the fob lights up like a Christmas tree, beeping rapidly in the direction of the door he stands in front of. Switching the fob off, he turns to you and holds up a finger, indicating your silence. You move behind the doorway, staying far enough to be out of site of anyone entering.

He moves so fast you nearly miss it. This is the first time you’ve really seen him in action, and you immediately understand why people are so terrified of him. More people than you can count rush into the room, and he cuts them down one by one. Grabbing the first by the throat, he throws him across the room, landing three expert punches on the next two guys, both dropping instantly. As more people come in, he ducks behind a pushed over table, unholstering his blaster and firing - never missing a shot. The faster they come the quicker he is, creating a pile of bodies so tall they eventually have to jump over them.

Maybe he got bored with shooting them or theres a reason you cant decipher, but he rolls out from behind the table and starts taking them on again, only two or three remain as he knocks one out cold with the handle of his blaster, and punches the other square in the face.

One left.

He stands there, his breath only slightly faster than usual. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the fob, and it suddenly starts beeping again, so fast its almost continuous. He looks down at it, and then up at the one remaining guy.

For a minute you think he will be smart, surrender and go with Din, face the music of whatever he’s done. At least he would be alive. Suddenly you get a bad taste in your mouth, and its the same feeling you got when you first landed on Tatooine. You blink and miss the moment he reaches for something in his pocket, and its too late because his body hits the floor with a loud ‘thunk’. 

You dont dare speak first, just watch as Din slings the dead body over his shoulder and walks over to the corner you are tucked into, the baby nestled safely behind you.

“You okay?” he looks down at you both, not even a scratch on him, no evidence of the dozen men he just left for dust. You nod at him, unable to form words. You know its not right, you should be scared, right?

Maybe even terrified. He’s lethal, theres no two ways about it. Deathly efficient. You should be shitting your pants right now, but the only thing thats happening in your pants is the slight dampening at your core. 

That was super fucking hot.

Even now, as he stands in front of you extending his free hand out, helping you up while balancing the mans lifeless body on one shoulder, you have to dig your nails into your palm to control yourself. This is totally inappropriate, but you’ve been worked up all day and seeing him in his element, totally controlling, even dominating, is really doing something to you. 

You both start walking, you fall behind him trying to calm down, your heart beating so fast he can probably hear it in his super-hearing helmet. You eventually reach a tall building, its cylindrical exterior lined with windows evenly all the way up. Its probably the nicest building you’ve seen whilst you’ve been here, and when you enter what you think is the lobby, it has actual flooring. You turn around to see Din flopping the body onto the counter, the girl behind the counter not even looking up as she extends her hand out to him, dropping a handful of credits on top of the body. He snatches it, and without another word his hand is on your back guiding you out.

He must come here often, then. You look back at the building slowly fading behind you, a wave of unease flowing over you and you shudder. Dins hand comes off your back, making you look up at him.

“Is everything okay?” you ask him, the way he stands in front of you clearly hinting a lack of confidence, not his usual leaned position.

“I understand if you dont want to stay.” Your face screws up in complete confusion. What? “It puts most people off.” Oh. Does he think your quiet reaction and shudders were from him? You did just watch him murder a whole (literal) pile of people, and maybe that should disturb you a little, but death is something you’ve become accustomed to, and violence comes with the territory. You’ve been around it your whole life, and sure, no one you know cuts people down with the same precision he does, but he could never scare you.

“No!” Is all that comes out of your mouth, and his head tilts slightly. “I mean, no, I- I want to stay. You dont put me off.” you shake your head, grabbing his arm and stepping closer. He sighs, and the way his shoulders drop in what you think is relief.

“You didn't say anything, and just then when you flinched at me I- I thought you were afraid.”

“No! Maker, no that wasn't because of you. I just got a bad feeling from that place. It wasn't you. I swear.” Your eyes are wide and focused on him, and even as people brush past you in the street you dont break contact. 

“Its a bad place. Makes sense.” you nod quickly and a little smile warms your cheeks. “Why were you so quiet, then?”

“When?” You know exactly when.

“The walk back.” This is so humiliating.

“I dont know what your talking about.” You look down, but his hand shoots up and catches your chin, pushing your face back up to him. His head tilts further to the right.

“Answer me.” That fucking voice could make you do anything.

“I needed to calm down, okay?”

“Why?” your cheeks flame up, and the butterflies in your stomach are multiplying by the second. He will wait you out if you dont answer. You have no patience and he has eons of it.

“Because! It-” 

“Tell me.” you let out a huff as his and comes to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. The familiar movement makes your lashes flutter and you stand on your toes to savour the moment as long as you can. His helmet bends down to come next to your ear. “Come on, cyare.” 

“What do those words mean?”

“Your deflecting.” he stands back up, hand still under your chin.

“Yup.” you nod once and stand back on your feet flat. You cant believe he gave it up that easily as he swings the baby back over his own shoulder and reaches behind him, adjusting something on his back.

“Fine. I’ll wait. You can tell me after the ride home.” He says. Your smug smile has a second to show on your face before you register his words. 

Ride? 

“Do you trust me?” He pulls you against him, and you squeak a small ‘yes’ before his arm comes up under you, sweeping you off the floor. Your stomach drops as you launch into the air, and your arms fly around his helmet, face burying into his neck.

“Look, cyar’ika.” You shake your head and he laughs, the sound filling you with calm. You slowly lift your head, looking straight down. You are so high up, taller than the building you were just in front of, and you have no idea how you got so high so quick. The heat from the jetpack warms the back of your arms grasping his back, but when you really look down, you cant believe a planet like Jakku could actually look pretty.

Its sunset, and the pink of the sky drowns out the heat, the lights of the markets just twinkles in the swimming surface below. You cant make out any people in particular, but you can see the crowd move as one mass under you, high enough that the only thing you can smell is the jet fuel burning from the pack and the musky smell of him. 

“This is...” the words are lost in the wind, and the hour long walk is hardly even a five minute flight, the Razor crest already coming in to view. As you begin your descent, each time you drop altitude Dins arms wrap you tighter to him, his hands spreading across your back and under your thighs trying to hold as much of you as possible. 

You aren't afraid of heights, but being so high with no safety net is sure to make the average person nervous, but you dont think you are. Having Din as your safety net is the surest thing you can imagine, and even though he makes you so nervous you cant think, he always makes you feel protected.

The ground comes into clear view, and Din slowly slides his hand out from under you and your feet meet the ground with a soft thud.

“Where the hell have you been hiding that!” You say, the rush of adrenaline still buzzing in your veins. He laughs as you spin him around to take another look at the jet pack, blending seamlessly into his armour. You always did think it was a funny looking pack. 

The ramp comes down and you jump onto it, a rush of energy from your flight home giving you a second wind from your long day. The baby jumps out of the bag he has been encased in all day, running past you straight into the bag of food left on the floor from this morning. The Crest gets darker as you step in, and you hear the small babbles of the baby as he chews happily. You walk over to him and bend down, getting as low as you can to his level.

“You and me tomorrow, kid. Lesson two, okay?” he smiles at you through fruit covered teeth, and yawns, clearly being trapped in a bag all day is tiring work. You feel bad for him and slightly guilty you haven’t made the time to train, but with everything thats happened in the past two days hopefully he will forgive you. You pick him up and bring him over to his crib, and as you lay him in it shutters closed automatically.

As soon as he is out of sight, you feel a gloved hand come around your waist and pull you against hard armour.

“Im done waiting.” His voice is so low it barely breaks, and he pulls you toward the ladder, pressing you to go first. “Up.” he commands, and you go.

The corridor is nearly pitch black, and at first you aren't sure which room to go to, but he comes behind you and forces you straight passed the cockpit into your room. You hear the door slide shut and his hands leave you, only momentarily as they return bare and rough against your skin and slide under your shirt. 

* * * * *

“Din.” you moan and he returns the sound. His hand stops at the waistline of your pants and you arch your back off him, silently desperate.

“Tell me what you were thinking about today.”

“When?” You are completely under his spell as soon as his skin touches yours. His hands ghost the sensitive skin just above your pants and you shiver. 

“When you stayed behind me. After I got the bounty.” His head switches sides, coming from your left instead, your mind disoriented in the dull light of the setting sun.

“Din.” 

“Please, tell me. I need to know you weren’t afraid.” You dont think you have ever heard him say please before, and if you have it was never like that. This isn’t just a sexual thing - of course it isn’t, he doesn't know your fucked up brain made it into one. He still doesn't believe that you dont find him scary, just incredibly skilled and sexy, and the vulnerability in his voice stirs the courage to admit it to him. 

“Im not afraid of you. It- Maker, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.” His hand stills, spreading against your tummy, and then in one fluid motion he slips it under your waistband and slides one finger inside of you, his thumb drawing a slow, wide circle right where you are most sensitive. You cry out, the thing you’ve been desperate for all day finally sparking through you, shocks making your body jolt slightly in his hold. 

One of his hands leaves you, and your head turns on instinct, but as you see the reflection of the beskar slowly rising and his hand following suit, your neck snaps back to the front facing the window. How close you were to seeing his face hasn't really registered, you cant focus on anything besides his thumb circling lazily on your clit, and now his lips peppering soft, sweet kisses on the back of your neck. 

Without removing his finger from you, he spins you around and kisses you. His mouth tastes as perfect as you remember, and the way his tongue explores your mouth pushes your closer and closer. You can feel your orgasm building, you feel like you’ve been edged all day and you will finally get your release. That is, until, he pulls his finger out of you, drawing his hand up along your thigh and then removing it completely.   

You are pouting, but keep your eyes shut.

“Din, please.” you whine, simply saying his name enough indication of your frustration. His mouth continues to trail kisses along your throat, and he pushes you back a few steps before the ground comes out underneath you. Both of Dins hands control your decent onto the bed, and you can feel him hovering over you. “Din.” you plead again.

“Shh, I got you.” he kisses your open mouth, and begins to tug your pants down, discarding them somewhere in the room. You pull your shirt off, hoping to speed up the process. “Impatient.” he grumbles against your skin, his tongue now dragging across your collarbone, your denied orgasm still teetering on the edge, making you writhe beneath him. You reach your hands up, only to meet beskar.

“Wanna feel you.” you plead, and you dont care how desperate you sound as long as he obliges. 

“Wait here.” Suddenly his weight is off you, and the warmth he provided dissipated. You dont need to open your eyes to know the sun has set, and the soft clatters of metal against metal send your imagination wild. You felt him through the Force today, but that was just a taste. Will he feel as soft as he did when you held him in your hand, or are other parts of him rougher, more worn and scarred? You want to explore every part of him, map it and travel it every day. The longer you sit in the dark the more anxious you get, and when you feel him drop beside you, your hands lead you to him.

He’s so big is your first thought, the armour adding no enhancement to the pure size of him. He is broad, your arms stretching to touch both of his shoulders at once. You use the leverage to swing your leg over him, and when you do you realise he’s taken everything off except for his underpants. Briefs. You can tell because the skin of your inner thigh meets his, and the sensation makes you dizzy. You focus back to your hands, dragging them down over his abs, as hard and rough as you imagined, but nothing could prepare you for the sensation of feeling him underneath you. What you felt before was like a trailer to the best movie you’ve ever seen, or not seen. You are still hovering slightly above him, knowing as soon as that part of you connects with that part of him all self control will be out the window, and you want to explore as much of him as you can, not knowing when you’ll get the chance again.

You are greedy and desperate, trailing your hands down to the waistline of his briefs, and he chokes back a whine when you go back up and over his shoulders, sliding down his arms in an achingly slow pace, feeling the hair on his arms raise at the sensation. When you reach his hands he slides them into yours and pulls them above his head, sliding both of your hands under one of his. You have no idea how, but even with you on top of him, he still has control. 

He kisses your nose as your face dangles in front of him, eyes still shut despite the darkness. His free hand journeys down your side, over your bra strap and coming down on your hip, slowly pushing you down onto him.

You both gasp in unison when you meet each other, him rock hard underneath you, you soaking him immediately. 

“Fucking p-perfect, cyar’ika.” You dont know what that means but you dont fucking care, it sounds so incredible when he says it, unmodulated and gasping underneath you. “Need to feel you. Okay?”

“Fuck. Yes, please. Please, Din.” he lets out a moan as you grind against him, speeding up and chasing your own release. He flips you just as it begins to build again, and you cry out but he kisses you over and over, settling you in a way only he can. “Din, Din pl-”

“M’gonna take care of you. Do you trust me?” he whispers in your ear, his hair tickling your forehead and you nod against him. “Good girl.” he kisses your cheek and you writhe under his praise. He dips his head, taking your underwear between his teeth, the only tell is his breath that heats your lower stomach and the gentle scratch of his front teeth over your hip bone as he drags them down your legs. Two hands run up your shins, then your thighs, opening you up ever so slightly. His hair tickles your inner thigh, and when his tongue sides over your clit, you are instantly on the edge.

“Cant get your fucking taste out of my head, pretty girl.” You can literally feel his words on you as he dives into you again, back arching off the cot and he slides both hands under your thighs, hands covering your hip bones and controlling your movement. Your own hands find his hair, pulling slightly and he moans against you.

His movements are as precise and perfect as his fighting, the only difference being the pace. He fights faster than you can process, but here, with his head between your legs, he works slow. He takes his time, and you all but combust under his rigidity. 

“Maker, Din. Im so fucki-” you cut yourself off with a gasp as he speeds up, a small ‘hmm’ leaving his mouth, vibrating into your core. That small effect sends you into overdrive and your orgasm overwhelms you. Its like nothing you’ve ever felt before, you can feel it from your toes and the way through up to the top of your head, mind-numbing pleasure extracting pornographic moans from the back of your throat, sounding foreign to you. 

You’ve never been particularly loud in bed, but this wasn’t even a choice, the aftershocks just as strong as the initial assault, Dins mouth never leaving you through it all, taking everything you give him. He keeps you perfectly in place even as you fight against his steady hand, his strength evident in his grip and you hope it leaves a mark for days to come, just to remind you this wasn't a dream. 

Din eventually slows, his intentional movements turning to slow, lazy licks against you, seemingly for his own enjoyment. He kisses your inner thighs, before returning to kiss you right on your clit, your hips spasming underneath the light touch. Your mind starts to become clear, and you flutter your eyes open just for a moment before closing them again. Din begins to work his way up your body, planting a long, sensual kiss to your lips, breathing unevenly. 

“So good, baby. Did so good for me.” he praises in your ear, your hands still lost in his hair. As sensitive as you are, you are greedy.

“Din.” he acknowledges you with a small ‘mm’ and you dont know if its your post orgasm high or the fact that you want him so bad that the next sentence leaves your lips. “I want you to fuck me, Din.” He lets out a long, low breath.

“You want me to fuck you, cyar’ika? Thats what you want?” You can feel him bare against you, his dick suddenly sliding against your core, making you moan, loud and lengthy. “Such dirty words for such a pretty girl.”

He continues to drag the head of his cock against you, and your already close just by the feel of him. You begin to think that he’s so perfectly under control, but you remember how quickly he crumbles when you wrapped your hand around him last time, so you reach down and guide the head of his cock, keeping the pace he set, just in your hand. He stutters your name as soon as you touch him, and you bite your lip to hide the smile.

“Say my name again.” he whispers into your ear.

“Din. Din.” you repeat it over and over like a prayer, and he takes control again, sliding into you and finally filling you. 

He whimpers when he enters you, and you screw your eyes shut at the pain and pleasure mixing in your lower body. He stills his movement once he slides all the way in, rasping.

“Tell me how you feel, baby.” All you let out is a sigh, and he doesn't move. You cant form a coherent word, but you know he will wait for you to tell him, forever patient with you.

“Your so big - fuck. I just need a second, I-’“ he kisses your nose and places one forearm next to your head.

“Relax. Take your time.” he whispers, and your heart flutters at his sweet words. “You feel so fucking good, pretty girl.” You moan, and the pain slowly starts to melt away. 

You haven’t done anything like this in a very long time, besides with him, so you slowly adjust to the size of him, shifting your hips slightly to test the pain. The longer he’s inside you, though, the more desperate you become, and with each grunt and gasp he makes in your ear your worried you will finish just to the sound of him.

“Din, move. Please.” He kisses your temple and slowly slides out of you, before filling you again. The pain is still there, but the pleasure is so much more overwhelming you dont care. He sets an excruciatingly slow pace, fitting inside of you so perfectly you feel like you were made for this and only this. 

“Faster, fuck please! Din!” you are practically shouting, your release so close you start seeing stars behind your eyelids, and the way Din moans your name in your ear is something that will be etched in your memory for the rest of your days.

“Fuck - baby where sh-”

“Inside me. Its okay, please. Dont stop.” In hindsite you really should have discussed it before, but you’ve had an implant ever since landing on Tatooine, not because you were getting any action, just for the simplicity.

“You want me to cum inside you? Fuck - fuck okay. M’so close. You feel so tight. Perfect.” The praises tumble from his mouth as he says your name, and you fall into your next orgasm without warning. 

“F-fuck yes, baby. There you go. Cum for me.” He moans in your ear as he cums in time with you, both your bodies crashing together in a wave of pleasure and exhaustion as he curses his way through his high. 

You cant tell how long it lasts, time and space melting away and only feeling him, him, him. You shout his name in the darkness as white blasts your vision, his body collapsing on top of yours stopping you body from convulsing in pleasure.  

You can feel his hot breath on your neck, and its the only sensation that brings you back to reality, that and the fact that his cock is still inside of you, twitching slightly as he comes down.

Your hand drifts from his hair to find his face, letting your hands guide him to your lips. His head is heavy and you have to hold it up for him, allowing him to rest his full weight on your forehead as he kisses you, lazy but caring. Slowly, he slides himself out of you, and you hate how desperate you sound when he leaves you. 

He bends down to pick up your shirt you wore today to clean you both up, gently sliding the fabric between your thighs and over your tummy. He tosses it somewhere in the dark, and as he slides in behind you, your eyes relax. 

As his hand comes around your waist and pulls you into his chest, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Its something he’s done a few times now, and it makes you feel so safe and warm every time. 

Every ache and pain from todays journey has disappeared, the feeling of Din so close the only sensation worth focusing on.

“Din.” you mumble, so soft you aren't sure if he hears you, but he murmurs an incoherent response, so you assume he’s listen. “What does that mean?”

“Huh?” The casual response makes you smile in the dark. You dont think you’ve ever heard him so... off-guard, and your heart swells with the knowledge that he can feel that way with you.

“That word. Sharkee- something.” he vibrates something against your shoulder blade. Maybe its a laugh, or a groan but your too tired to tell.

“Its Mando’a.”

“I figured. What does it mean, though?” You move your hips against him slightly, making him gasp with the friction you create. His hand locks onto your hip, the pressure setting you straight against the cot. You sit in silence, waiting for him to answer, but instead he just presses a kiss to the back of your neck and buries his head almost underneath you. You want to press him, but his soft breathing from below you makes you blow out a breath and give up for now.

“Sleep. I’ll teach you tomorrow.” You nod even though he cant see.

“Goodnight, Din.” 

“Goodnight, cyar’ika.”

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Worth Waiting For

Uhh, okay, this is my first ever fanfic! I might continue it based on the reception, but it was a few thoughts I had in my head that I wanted down on paper. 

18+! Some sexual themes and content throughout, however for those experienced smut readers, this is some mild sauce, not very much spice.

I have to credit @cyancherub for making me think about Kiri smelling like cinnamon, the thought hasn’t left my brain.

Kirishima x Fem!reader 

A cool breeze whispers through the slightly ajar window of your dorm room. The sun set a little while ago; studying always seems to eat up most of your free time, so this wasn’t exactly a surprise. You lean back in your desk chair, arms up, and stretch your muscles into a big yawn. The sudden contracting muscles have your stomach gurgling. It’s definitely time to take a break, so you close your textbook and stand up from your desk. I wonder if there’s any of those expensive sounding potato chips that Momo bought back from her trip abroad left over? The thought makes you salivate as you begin towards your door. You glance to the mirror in the corner and look at your own reflection: hair pulled into a loose, messy bun, torso swallowed up by an old band shirt Denki gave you (after a conversation initiated by Mineta on what you liked to wear to bed) and bare legs sticking out from the hem. Shouldn’t be a problem, as long as Iida isn’t feeling like a stick in the mud this evening. You open your door and begin creeping your way to the kitchen, hoping to keep noise levels to a minimum as to not disturb anyone who might be sleeping already.

Your ears perk up when you hear conversation coming from the communal area.

“On a scale from 1-10, with ten being the most boring, you have exceeded my expectations and we’ve hit an 11.”

“Shut up dude, it’s an absolute cinematic masterpiece. This is why you don’t have the remote- we’d be watching Care Bears or some shit.”

You approach the seating area to see Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero and Denki. The latter two arguing over what to watch. Bakugou looks like he’s about to blow a fuse, so Kirishima chimes in,

“Hahah, okay guys, why don’t we just watch a horror movie, like Scream or something? It’s an easy watch.”

“Sounds like a good idea as long as Kaminari doesn’t shit himself.” Sero tries to start again, but this is perfect timing for you to interject.

“Sero, I’m sorry, last time I checked, you’re the one who had to ‘leave suddenly’ when we watched Halloween.” A smirk appears on your face from ear to ear as all four boys turn their head your direction. You notice an empty spot next to Kiri and take the opportunity to sit, careful not to flash anyone.

“Hey Y/N don’t be startin’ on me. I have plenty of stories about you that we could share you know? What about the Jaegerbomb incident?” Sero matched your grin, and you feign shock by slapping your hand to your heart.

“You’re breaking my heart, Hanta. Are you the only ones up?”

“Yeah Iida sort of ‘encouraged’ everyone to go to bed early because of the test tomorrow, but” Denki motions in Bakugou’s direction “the angry Pomeranian barked and he gave up with us.” Bakugou snaps his head up from his phone to stare Denki down, but realizing he’s just proving his point, sighs and goes back to scrolling on his phone.

“You okay Baku-babe?” he grunts and flips you off, but you could see the corner of his lip turn up in a weak smile at the affectionate nickname. You knew he meant well, especially after the time you had spent together over the last summer with the guys; he just had a defensive temperament.

“You wanna join us, y/n?” Kiri propositions with a wide grin. His hair was still styled into sharp points from classes today, contrasting with his relaxed clothing choice of a t-shirt, shorts and crocs. He’d also made the addition of a white bandana around his forehead. As usual, he was looking incredible.

After the time spent together as a group over the break, it was great to get to know everyone better. As Sero’s oldest friend, it was always easier to stick by him, which had ended up in your favour by meeting these clowns. You’d slowly got closer to the other three boys too, but there was something about Kirishima you couldn’t shake.

The way you felt when you were left together alone in the same room at a party, or when the other guys ended up flaking so you spent the night together at his place, there was always a feeling of excitement, in more ways than one.

You’ve never been very good at flirting and you just seem to come across as an anxious mess, but Kiri was pretty much just as bad. Meaning neither of you ever made a move. Just awkward giggles and eye contact that lasted just a little bit too long for friends.

“I actually came to steal some of Momo’s fancy chips but yeah, let me get a snack and I’ll be ready. You guys want anything?” You get up off the couch and start your way to the kitchen.

“BEER. BEER. BEER.” Denki chants, making you giggle.

“Oh I’ll come and help you carry them!” Kiri jumps up to follow behind you. You can hear Sero make a ‘wha-PISH’ whipping sound which makes Denki burst out with laughter. In their defense, it was painfully obvious you were both pining for each other.

The kitchen isn’t far but it is out of earshot of the sitting area. You open the cupboard in the corner to find Momo’s chip bag, left sat there completely empty. “Oh come ON” you sigh, picking up the bag and placing it in the trash.

“No chips left? Don’t worry I got you covered.” Kiri stretches to the gap between the top of the cupboard and the ceiling, feeling about with his hand. Your eyes fixate on the skin that is now showing just above the waistband of his shorts. You slowly move your view up the side of his torso, his shirt draping over his body in all the right places, and then to his face, one eye closed and tongue sticking out in concentration. He totally caught you checking him out and now you’re both stood there blushing like idiots. He finally located the bag he was looking for and brings his hands back down, showing off the slightly dusty bag of unopened chips.

“These are your favourites, right?” You stand in bewilderment looking at the bag and nod. “There are many bonuses to being one of the tallest in this dorm” he grins. He even remembered your favourite chips? You can’t help but smile back.

“Thank you so much. Oh let me get the beers!” you walk over to the fridge and open it up, bending over to search for the well hidden cans. You know your ass is on show, and you’re doing everything you can to make it the best view. Arching your back slightly, barely moving your hips from side to side, putting on a full show without being too obvious. “Ah I found them!” You gather them into your arms, the cold metal against your skin sending shivers up your spine and making your nipples protrude from the thin material of your shirt. You stand back up and close the fridge, turning around to a very red in the face Kirishima. You send a sweet smile his way.

“Do you mind taking a couple they’re coldddd” you whine. He composes himself and grabs the first can he can see looking ready to fall. He then proceeds to take another, slowly exposing more of your chest and your hardened nipples. You notice his eyes dart to them and then back on the beers. Are you two really going to carry on like this? Acting like the sexual tension couldn’t be cut with a knife? His wandering eyes now have you blushing and you’re quick to fill the hanging silence. “Should we really be drinking when we have a test tomorrow? I’m no NARC but you know what Denki can get like. He’ll wake up the whole house.”

“It’ll be fine. The only ones that know where the rest of the stash is are you and me. As long as you can keep a secret, we’re Gucci” he winks.

“Did you… really just use the term ‘Gucci’? like completely unironically?” You laugh, nudging his side.

“Shut upppp y/n. Come on let’s get back to them before Bakugo kills Dumb and Dumber.”

 “Hoes and bros we come bearing beverages!” You walk in and pass out the three beers you held to the boys, Kiri slowly following with the chips and the last two drinks.

“Wait, who are the hoes?..... oh.” Kaminari has a moment of self-realization and stares at the beer in his hand.

“Denki don’t listen to her, she is the last one to be calling anyone a hoe” Sero hits you with another of what will be many insults of the night.

“Uhhhh says the guys who has a body count tally on his wall. If you ever get with Mina you’re going to need to take a trip to Home Depot to paint over those you know?” You counter.

“Can we watch the damn film already?! Could’ve watched half the fucking thing by now.” Bakugou finally lets off some of the pent up steam. Both you and Denki lift your arms up to your forehead in a salute. “Yes sir!”

Grabbing a blanket, you and Kiri get back into your original seats next to each other on the sofa furthest away from the TV. Sero is on the chair to Kiri’s right, sprawled over it in the most boyish way possible, legs stretched wide and arms hanging over the back. Denki and Bakugo share the sofa to your left, Bakugou reserved to the spot at the very end, finally turning his phone off, while Denki almost mimics Sero’s positioning, but one hand is wrapped around his beer chugging it a bit too fast. Sero presses play as you sit back into the sofa. Kiri’s arm is already draped over the back of the headrest, and it’s only a matter of time until his arm drapes around your shoulder and you lean into him.

You’re about ten minutes into the movie when he starts to move his fingers in little circles on your upper arm. If anyone saw you right now, they’d assume you two were together. The months you’ve both spent flirting and teasing, the light touches and the lingering cuddles. This is becoming unbearable for you, its overwhelming. How haven’t you kissed yet? You weren’t really a ‘hoe’ as Sero said, but you certainly weren’t inexperienced and have never had this trouble before, so what was stopping you now? If things continued like this, you were going to explode.

You look up at Kiri, admiring the contours of his face against the light of the TV. The way his eyebrows slightly furrow, and the way he’s chewing his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration. You inhale the mild aroma of cinnamon, which is a scent that follows him around everywhere. You’re certain he’s aware you are staring, by the light blush reforming on his cheeks, but he allows you to for just a little longer. Right up until Denki yelps aloud from a minor jump scare in the film, causing you to jolt yourself and grab onto Kiri’s shirt.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” he asks, voice low and husky. “Don’t worry, I got you.” He lifts his free arm and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I-I wasn’t scared. Denki made me jump” you pout.

“Aww, even worse haha” he chuckles, the vibrations flow through your body, straight to your core, making you instantly wet. If he ever really knew the affect he had, you might just die from embarrassment. You release his shirt and return your head to his shoulder; however, his hand has maneuvered itself away from your upper arm and is now placed on your hip. The large amount of warmth is slowly followed by a very light squeeze of reassurance, and you’ve never been more aware that you aren’t wearing any shorts.

His breathing has now quickened, and his hand feels like it might even be shaking a little bit. He was so nervous, which makes him even more endearing. A wave of adrenaline rushed through you as you lift your hand to rest atop of his, to give him the assurance that it is absolutely okay to have his hand there.

About three quarters of the way into the film, all drinks have been consumed, chips have been eaten, Sero pauses and gets up for a pee break. “Couldn’t your bladder have waited? There isn’t that much longer left Se-bro” Kiri teases

“Ei, I don’t think I know anyone who could wait as long as you have” he leans down and darts his eyes between the two of you. You glare with intent to BURN. You thought too long for a comeback and unfortunately, he’s already happily waltzing off to the bathroom.

Kiri turns to you with a smile and lowers his voice. “Did nobody tell tape face that anything worth having is worth waiting for?” and you swear in that moment an entire flutter of butterflies were trying to escape you. That’s the most direct he’s ever been and it’s not something easy to ignore.

“I know you both have hidden the beer and I take personal offense.” Denki bellows. “I bet it’s on top of the cupboard where Kiri keeps all the good stuff” and he gets up and skips off to the kitchen, fully convinced he’s going to find what he’s looking for.

“I’m going to bed. Gotta be up early and you extras are pissing me off.” Bakugou gets up and stretches. “Love you, Bakubro! Mwah!” both you and Kiri heckle him with air kisses and you are met with yet another middle finger as he strolls off to his dorm room, that small smirk still present.

There’s that feeling coming back again. The way you feel whenever you’re alone with Kirishima. But this is the most compromised you’ve been: you’re basically half naked, he’s got his hand on your hip and he just dropped an absolute bomb of a line thanks to Sero. You can’t help yourself and before you truly think it through,

“Ei, I think I’m done waiting.” You lift your head off his shoulder, faces only a few inches apart. You can feel both your heart rates quicken in sync and your bodies getting hotter. He raises his hand and takes your chin in his hand, urging your lips forward onto his. The anticipated contact sends electricity through your body and the kiss deepens quickly, his tongue licks your lower lip asking for entrance and you accept immediately, releasing a soft moan from the motion.

You twist your body round so that you’re straddling his thigh, his wandering hand had slipped under the fabric of your shirt in the same place, playing with the fabric of your underwear. Your hands find their way to the back of his head, pushing him further into your mouth. You both are getting sloppy as lust takes over and you find your hips involuntarily grinding on his thigh. He breaks away from the kiss, pulling at your lower lip and working his way down your jaw to your neck, nipping and sucking lightly, causing louder moans to escape you.

“So- fucking long- I’ve waited- to touch you like this” he groans out between kisses and bites, sure to leave a mark. “Sound so pretty”

“Ah- me too, I- fuck” the stimulation from his voice and touch is almost overwhelming, but clarity sets in quicker than you’d like it too. “Sero will- ah- be back any second” and you release your grip on his hair. He’s really trying to pout at you, but he can’t help let his goofy smile beam through. You stare at each other for a few seconds, both absolutely beaming with happiness. He lets out an almighty sigh,

“Uggggh, you’re right. Hey, what are you doing after this?” he asks as you settle back down next to him, making you chuckle.

“Well I was planning on going back to my dorm and sleeping. Unless you have a better offer?” you beam.

“Well…” his grin gets wider, “you know there’s a sequel to Scream, yknow? Think you might wanna… what’s it called..”

“Scream 2.”

“I can make you scream, too. Sure”  and you erupt into laughter together, from his disgustingly awful pun.

Sero approaches from the corridor “Well you two sure can clear a room.”

“I’d blame it on Kiri’s terrible puns, but Bakubabe went to bed and Electabuzz is currently trying to find the rest of the beer but- oh there you are” Denki walks in, with a pout on his face, and flops back on the couch in disappointment.

“Denks, how about we throw a little party tomorrow after the test. We’ll let you in on where the secret stash is, too.” You offer, his expression immediately switching to that of delight.

Even though there was only a half hour left of the movie, it felt like hours until the end credits started rolling. Denki had managed to fall asleep and was snoring at full velocity, and the only person left paying full attention was Sero, as you couldn’t stop your brain from wandering from anticipation.

He shut the TV off and you tasked yourself with waking up Denki while Kiri cleaned up the empty beer bottles.

“Kami, come on sweetie, you need to go to bed.” You nudge him slightly causing him to stir. Sero walks over, and gives him a hard slap on the ass

‘WAKE UP ASSHOLE! Iida will kill you if you sleep on the couch”

“…I- sleep- your mom-..” he sits up and rubs his eyes

“Don’t be so rough Sero, he’s so sleepy look at hiiiimm” You say, admiring how cute he looked in such tired state. Kaminari finally gets up and all four of you head to the lift… shit.

You are Denki are on the 3rd floor, Kiri is on the 4th and Sero is on the 5th… how are you going to get to Kiri’s room without being suspicious?

A/N: Thank you if you read this in full! Please let me know what you think and if you’d be wanting to read the next part (which would include a lot more spice!)

[21burritoseavey]

Hahah sorry 😬I meant y/n as the reader and Daniel are in a secret relationship

hey! I'm sorry this took so long. It's a little unedited and long...and for what?? but anywaysss i hope you enjoy it i kinda went a little crazy.

Hollywood Fix (d.s.)

Daniel always loved to spend time with his girlfriend, but since Why Don’t We’s album release back in January, all of his effort went into making music at the studio. Out of sheer love and passion for creating, his thoughts would be filled with new song ideas or random melodies he hummed quietly before bed. Daniel and Y/n only met up sometimes throughout the past few weeks. Y/n was busy herself of course. With homework piling up (literally) and work right after school, she hardly had time to come over, and when she did it was for a little while. Daniel would notice her slightly less cheerful mood when they’d FaceTime before saying goodnight every night. He wanted to remind his girlfriend how much he loved her.

With his Friday night free of work, he made a reservation for dinner, sending Y/n a fake urgent message to surprise her when she’d come over that same evening.

Y/n, I need you please come over

The door burst open just ten minutes later. Y/n leaned her arm on the door handle, tired and breathless as she scanned the kitchen and living room. “Daniel!” She called; her voice wavered in panic. The eerie silence of the house only made her more anxious. Daniel was crouched behind the grey L-shaped sofa in the living room, biting back the giddy laughter that tried to fall past his lips. Kobe squealed and squirmed as he saw Y/n and Daniel tried his best to shush the puppy in his arms as he watched her quietly.

“Daniel? Where are you? You got me all worried!” She yelled again, kicking her shoes off at the door out of habit. She walked over to the counter to set her keys down and as she lowered her gaze, she noticed Daniel’s phone sitting on the tabletop, readily showing the confirmation email for his reservation at the restaurant he’d talked about on their nightly call the night before.

Daniel lingered behind the couch a little longer than intended just to see her neutral lips curve into a toothed smile and he let Kobe leap out of his arms when he stood up. “Surprise!” He shouted happily, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Y/n shot back in surprise, wide eyed and open mouthed. After a few seconds of trying to wrap her mind around the fact her boyfriend was standing right there, she ran into his arms with a squeal, pressing her hand to her mouth as she giggled. “Dani!” She exclaimed, snuggling into his warm embrace. “I missed you!”

“Hey, my love.” Daniel kissed the top of her head. He dropped the flowers onto the couch and smoothed out the wisps of her hair with his free hand soothingly. “I missed you too.” He said quietly, learning back to press a few soft kisses to her lips.

Y/n stepped back and smacked his shoulder playfully, her joyous expression veiled with annoyed furrows. “You scared me, you dummy! No wonder that text was sketchy.” She tisked.

“Hey! I had to think quick, okay?” Daniel defended. He pulled her back into a tight hug and Y/n let them linger in each other’s arms for a moment before rushing over to the flowers she glanced at.

The bouquet of tulips slipped slightly in the brown paper wrapping, as fresh and soft as the sunset that bloomed outside. Y/n looked down at them fondly. Her fingers stretched out to touch the petals and she stared up at Daniel with a pout on her lips. “These are so pretty,” She pressed a hand to her heart and wobbled on the tips of her toes to give Daniel a kiss. He gladly accepted, sliding his arms around her waist and dipping her down just a little to kiss her deeper.

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“Thanks for taking me out, Daniel. I needed this.” Y/n said sweetly, squeezing her grip of his hand as they sauntered down the footpath. He looked beside him and gave Y/n a warm kiss on the cheek, “don’t thank me yet," he whispered into her ear.

Daniel made a reservation at a newly opened restaurant downtown and as soon as he finally told Y/n, she ran to her brand new, emerald dress she hadn’t even touched yet, nearly ecstatic that she’d finally have an occasion to wear it. Daniel thought her excitement was cute, and on their extra slow walk to the restaurant - just to savour each other's presence - he complimented and flirted with her every chance he could. Teasing glares, blushing cheeks and light chatter filled their walk, until Y/n noticed...a crowd of people in the distance, near the restaurant’s entrance. She’d thought that they were merely there for dinner, since the place just opened and all, but they seemed like they...were waiting. Suddenly, it seemed all too familiar. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and peered at the large cluster of people through a narrowed gaze. Daniel stood beside her, confused. Y/n heard the high-pitched screams of what must’ve been excited fans and saw their small signs held up by flailing arms.

“Is that Hollywood Fix?” Y/n asked, gently tugging at Daniel’s hand.

Daniel met her gaze. His white button up shirt rose and fell with the soft evening breeze that murmured along the lit-up trees around them. “Very funny, Y/n.” He tisked.

“No, seriously. Look over there” Y/n shot her hand up to point at the bright blinks of light getting closer and closer.

Daniel lifted his gaze, noticing the black exterior of the cameras peeking through the mass of people. “Wh-what? What do we do?” Daniel paused in thought for a second, “Should we hide?” He puckered his eyebrows towards his girlfriend.

“No, you dummy!” Y/n slapped his arm. “Just let go of my hand...” She spoke gingerly, unravelling her fingers from his and she stepped further to the side of the footpath, “and... we’ll just have to stand further apart.”

Daniel nodded after a few seconds and wrung his hands nervously. “Okay, okay. Act natural.” He cleared his throat and raked a hand through his hair.

“You call that natural…” Y/n giggled, pressing a manicured hand to her mouth.

Daniel glared at her with a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “Baby-” He started, only to get cut off by the sound of photos and fans right in front of him.

The interviewer nearly ran into Daniel in excitement. “Hey, Daniel! How’s it going dude?” He spoke with a sort of enthusiastic haste, shoving the microphone just below his chin as he waited for an answer. Y/n walked backwards to follow behind the both of them. She left a decent space between the two young men who talked. She was silent.

“It’s going well,” Daniel started, “how are you?”

“I’m great. What’s going on with the band? Any music coming soon?” The interviewer pulled a grin towards Daniel as they both weaved through the group of young people. Multiple camera guys walked backwards behind them too, catching every word that Daniel uttered through the mic. Daniel paused at times to give a fan a hug, or take pictures and sign autographs, but Y/n kept her distance. She walked silently down the walkway.

“Yeah, yeah. You know, we’ve got some stuff ready..” Daniel shrugged with a cheeky smile.

“Anyone with you tonight, or…?” The interviewer piped up. Y/n couldn’t help but lift her gaze at the question and she turned to Daniel to hear his reply.

Y/n hoped with everything in her that he’d say the truth, what they both wanted to finally tell the world but felt too scared or anxious to say. She, at times, loved the secrecy of their relationship. It was freeing not to worry about what his fans would think, but at the same time, it felt almost humiliating, like she was a dirty secret that his management didn’t want to crawl out his band’s perfect boyband image.

Daniel looked towards the interviewer with a toothy smile and bowed his head as he racked his brain for a lie. He stuttered out a “Nah...n- not right now, the band should be here soon though.” and let a strained smile play on his lips.

Y/n gulped hard at his words and dropped her gaze to her feet walking over the cracks of the footpaths, precariously trying not to step on them. It was a little game she always played when she was nervous. Daniel and the interviewer exchanged conversation while Daniel continued meeting his fans. Y/n tried to plaster on a friendly smile as they talked just in case she might appear in the frame, but after a few long moments, she let her lips droop into a frown.

She quickened her pace and slipped past them with an expressionless glare that wandered anywhere but them. Daniel noticed her but shrugged it off, watching her walk to the host stand.

The autumn sky met Y/n’s gaze. It was the perfect shade of orange, coloured by the slanting rays of the setting sun and she let her face soften at the sight of it. “It says here the reservation for Daniel Seavey is for two people?” The hostess glanced up.

Y/n drifted her head back towards the lady and smiled. “Yeah, he’ll be joining me later,” Y/n replied quietly. The hostess nodded and continued checking her in.

“Alright dude, we’ll see you later!” The interviewer shouted.

“Nice meeting you, bye!” Daniel couldn’t have been more thankful that the conversation finally ended. He let out a relieved sigh and studied the crowd for his girlfriend, but she had already disappeared through the doorway. He huffed and walked over to the host stand, mindlessly tapping his foot against the concrete as another couple checked in. The cameras kept filming from a few paces away until they watched him enter the restaurant.

On opening night, the restaurant was bustling and glowing with overlapping chatter and vibrancy. Fairy lights were strung along the ceiling and across the freshly painted walls. Y/n had made her way over to the table Daniel had booked. She smiled down at the vase of tulips that sat on the centre of the table and stuck at her fingers to pick one out and smell it.

“Y/n!” Daniel called through the loud room behind her. His voice startled Y/n and she popped the soft pink tulip back in the vase, watching it slip back into the water as Daniel settled into the seat across from her. “Hey, where’d you go?” He asked, panting slightly from rushing in so fast.

“I...” Y/n paused and thought about what she would tell him, but merely sighed and shook her head seconds later. “Nowhere, it’s fine.” She said, fidgeting with the gentle, green silk of her dress. “I’m just so hungry that I couldn’t wait.” She pulled a smile towards Daniel, but of course, he wasn’t fooled.

“Y/n,” He glared at her teasingly. “You could’ve waited for me,” he said gently.

“Oh and watch you lie about our relationship?” She murmured, lifting her glare to Daniel. “No thanks,” she unfolded the napkin a little too harshly and watched the petals of the flowers shake.

Daniel frowned towards her. “Lie? Wh-what are you talking about?”

“You lied Daniel... said you weren’t with anyone tonight.” she mumbled. Daniel opened his mouth to say something but the waiter behind Y/n walking towards the table stopped him.

“You know I can’t say that we’re together, Y/n.” Daniel whispered as the waiter lingered between them, pouring their glasses of water.

“I know, but you said you talked to management about it.” She lifted her gaze to Daniel and met his eyes with an equally upset expression.

Daniel stayed silent.

“You didn’t talk to them, did you?” Y/n asked.

Daniel sighed and leaned forward in his chair. “It’s not that simple, Y/n. You can’t have everything the way you want it.” He slid his hand across the table to tuck his hand in hers, but Y/n drew her arm back and dropped her gaze to the table. “Y/n,” he spoke gently. “Hey, listen to me,”

Y/n didn’t look up.

“My love, please, I planned this date so we could have fun, and not have to worry about all this other stuff.”

“It’s not just all this other stuff, Daniel. This is our relationship. Doesn’t it upset you that we can’t post about each other? Or that I can’t be there for you when you perform? Or that I can’t even be within 3 feet of you when we’re in public ‘cos your fans will go crazy?!” Y/n hadn’t realised how loud her voice had become until she received awkward glances from other customers. She leaned back in her seat and huffed. A roiling anger took root within her, and even though she tried to hide it, Daniel could see the tears pooling her eyes. They both took a few moments to calm down amidst the lively buzz of the restaurant.

“Yeah, it bothers me, Y/n. You’re right, I’ll try...and talk to them. You know, maybe they won’t agree at first but I’m not gonna give up, okay?” Daniel spoke up gently. Y/n nodded and let a small smile tug at the corners of her lips. She let their hands meet in the middle and intertwine.

“I love you...and we’ll find a way to figure this out, okay?” Daniel said, pulling a fake pout towards her. Y/n giggled lightly and pressed her fingers to the corner of her watery eyes carefully.

“M’kay...I love you.” Daniel leaned in again and held her face with his palm. Their noses bumped lightly before their lips met. They kissed, softly at first, then as Daniel turned Y/n’s head slightly, their kiss intensified, kindled by the heavy emotions released seconds ago and love that radiated from them, as strong and vivid as the warm lights surrounding them.

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[spilledkauffie]

hello! i’m new to you’re blog and i was just wondering why you stopped doing hamilton? if you don’t feel like answering that’s fine and i hope you have a great day <3

Hey there! Welcome, for starters! This is actually a tough question., my answer is under the cut, it's a little long.

I wrote for Hamilton for 4(?) years, and was at a place where I was happy with most* of the work I created (*sometimes I look back and seriously cringe hahah), but I felt that to expand my writing skills as well as creative imagination, I wanted to work with other fandoms and characters.

As to why I stopped writing for it all together instead of keeping it as a fandom: I found myself being drawn to other fandoms more, which meant I wasn't frequenting Hamilton content (gifs, songs, recordings) as much. Which for my writing style, meant that I wasn't keeping in touch with detailed character traits that I could include and write on to make my writing most lively / accurate. I personally like to routinely watch (or in this case listen to) at least something that has characters I write for in it, so I can keep a check on if I'm accurately representing them in speech and everything else, so I found myself not keeping up with Hamilton stuff enough to write the quality I desired. I also knew I'd probably write for it least if I kept it on and I didn't want to give it as an option if I wouldn't keep up with it.

Knowing that I had a little library of Hamilton stuff already behind me, it made me feel comfortable in shelving it. It almost felt like a completed chapter, as silly or dramatic as that might sound.

Nevertheless, I will say: I didn't get rid of my WIPs, and my masterlists are always subject to change (just like with the return of GoodOmens s2). So you never know, maybe every July (that's when I routinely watch it again) or so I'll write something for Hamilton again.

Because I have admittedly found myself missing my little French Fry 💙↴

[doctorsiren]

Ok. This has been bugging me since I watched it so I have a question. In baby hotline, what exactly happened in the first part? (Up until they meet up with Cleo) like I get the general gyst of it but I want to know Details (if you have them and if you’re willing to share ofc <3)

Okay I’m gonna die because I had like… half of this typed out and then Tumblr crashed on me and I lost everything I had written ;v;

But yeah I had to go back and watch the actual animatic again cuz it’s been a while haha

So basically, in the beginning, NPC is pretending to be Grian, and he’s hanging out with his best best buddy, Mumbo. Mumbo isn’t aware that he’s actually NPC, and he thinks that Grian’s just being really friendly.

But then, (NP)Grian starts acting strange. He starts alluding to his robotic-ness, and Mumbo starts to become uneasy. Something is wrong, and he can feel it.

Then, NPC reveals himself. He asks Mumbo if he wants to join him, become an NPC, become (in his mind) perfect. See, for NPC, he believed that Mumbo would say yes! Mumbo was his friend, and so he would definitely agree…

NPC’s never really had friends before. The only one who ever really cared about him was Taurtis. NPC was never taught how to love or even what love is since Grian never loved him.

Mumbo outright refuses. Now he knows that something is up. NPC has Grian’s gauntlet. And where’s Grian? How long has this copy been impersonating G? Mumbo wanted to be NPC’s friend, but now...he’s done something very wrong and Mumbo isn’t sure what to do.

NPC was not expecting Mumbo to say no. It catches him off-guard. No worry though. NPC has the gauntlet, and won’t take no for an answer. He *snapshoots* (hehe) Mumbo and turns him into NPC Mumbo Jumbo (AKA Mumbot). It was a split-second decision.

Now Mumbot is an NPC. He doesn’t feel quite right. He doesn’t feel like himself anymore.

NPC isn’t having the best time either. During the “Hotline!” Bits, he’s realizing what he did. He made a hasty decision, and he can’t just…go back from it. If he were to turn Mumbo back into a human, he would definitely throw him back in a closet. NPC was scared of being forgotten, so this was the way, he believed, it had to be. Also, he’s glitching. It’s not just an art choice, but an actual story thing. NPC was shut in a closet for around 4 years, and so he’s not up to date with the latest version of minecraft. His systems are outdated. That’s why in Part 2 (Touch-Tone Telephone), he’s confused and then afraid of the bees. He doesn’t know what they are since he was in the closet for that update.

In the next bit, NPC shakes away his bad feelings to look at his newly perfected friend. He’s a robot man like him! Mumbot isn’t fighting back anymore. He seems perfectly happy being this way! NPC tells him that, “hey look, everything went okay! What were you scared about?”

But then...Mumbot discovers his new powers.

If you’ll recall, NPC can teleport (he can fly too but smh that was too OP and I forgot that he could until like...Part 5).

Well, Mumbot can go zappy zap. He starts to show a sign of...what is that...evilness? Not quite, but it’s enough to scare NPC. Mumbo’s more powerful than NPC meant, and he’s not sure what to do.

NPC sees Mumbot and Robocleo and starts to think about his decisions. At one point, RoboCleo is holding Xisuma’s helmet (the one that Joe wore in Part 3).

We once again cut to NPC glitching and thinking about what he’s done

And then we get to Mumbot.

This is a really important thing actually. So, when Mumbot was near NPC, he acted strange. He acted the way that NPC wanted him to act, even if NPC didn’t know that’s what he wanted. This is because NPC is subconsciously controlling the NPCGang when they’re near him.

RoboCleo becomes his right hand man, Mumbot becomes his beeeest friend >:))) (smh NPC IS A SIMP FOR MUMBO AND SO MUMBOT IS A SIMP BACK BC OF THE CONTROLLING THING)

But now Mumbot was by himself. He starts to be able to think his own thoughts clearly. He starts to become depressed and anxious. He thinks that the real Grian must be dead. And that means Joe and Xisuma too. His friends...gone. Reduced to atoms.

And he starts to hate himself because he let this happen. He didn’t catch on early enough to stop NPC from doing this. He didn’t check in to see where NPC was.

And so he starts to cry.

But Jrumbot doesn’t like to see his papa sad. He runs in and tells his father that he still loves him. Mumbot looks at his baby boy and realizes that there’s nothing he can do, so he might as well make the best of the situation. So he takes his son to meet up with his other father, his brother, and his aunt.

So then, I know you said you meant to beginning bit, but whatever I’m doin’ the full thing.

So now NPC, Mumbot, Jrumbot, and Robocleo are sitting atop Grumbot’s head, vibing.

Smh look at them >:( stop being so cute /j

Since they’re near NPC, Mumbot and RoboCleo’s thoughts have been overridden by him and now they like him. He starts to talk about his anxieties and fears, but his two robot buddies reassure him that everything will be okay. They do this because NPC, deep down, wants them to. They obey.

NPC is telling them how he’s scared that they will forget about him or that they hate him.

Mumbot tells him that he would never hate him. That he would stay by his side.

(Also it’s really funny because someone told me that at this frame, they thought Mumbot and NPC were gonna kiss- AND LIKE THAT’S EXACTLY WHY I HAD TO HAVE THIRDWHEEL ROBOCLEO POP IN ON THE NEXT FRAME HAHAH)

NPC then gets his confidence back. He’s laughing and is fine.

But then the phone starts to ring.

Not a literal phone, but more of like...his consequences calling. He can’t run from them forever. He has to pick up the phone sometime.

And yeah! I hope that was helpful? I didn’t realize how confusing Baby Hotline was for people when I made it since I have the story in my head. Man, it’s nice to just...have somewhere to put this. But yeah. There’s a ton of lore and angst and stuff that goes on outside of the animatics that I don’t have the screen time to show sadly

BUT! Once I finish the animatic series, I will be writing it out as a full length fanfic, with TONS of extra stuff and like...full angst and character development. I hope that it all goes well haha

If you read all this, then I award you a choccy milk

[eagehaunting]

Mystery March 2021 day 14: Conceal

Hahah ignore that I’m so late

I wanted to explore a bit of Arthur and Mysterys relationship lol. Takes place directly after the events of the first 3 pages of the msa comic!

The pink from Vivis eyes flicker out with the shake of her head. She smiles apologetically, “Sorry, Artie. What were you saying?”

Arthur’s shoulders sank as his eyes drift to the floor, anywhere but her face in hopes to avoid that dazed look, a pang stabbing him in the chest. “Nothing important... Lunch sounds good.”

“Great! What do you want to eat?” Vivi begins to ramble, leaning over the desk and bouncing on her toe. As much as Arthur wanted to focus on what she was saying, they became warbled in the backdrop of his guilt.

Only to be snapped out of it by a small, barely missable noise of her pooch stretching beside her, yawning.

The sharp, glistening teeth snapped him out of it before Vivi did.

And if her sudden switch in expression meant anything, his own didn’t have anything promising.

Her heel clicks, Arthur flinches, and Mystery’s eyes pop open to stare back in alarm.

Vivi swivels down, face pinched in concern or agitation. “Mystery can you he-“

“Vivi!” Arthur and her both snap to someone far behind Arthur. Standing in a corner, Chloe cowers back against a particularly peeved woman and a child with a quivering lip.”Ma’am, please back up.” Chloe hisses anxiously at the woman, before she waves again for Vivi, eyes upturned.

“Aw, Jeez. Mystery, please get to the back for a little bit.” Vivi grumbles, shuffling past Arthur. Not before lightly touching Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur could only hope that she didn’t feel the tension. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Fumbling with his words, Arthur steps after her, “H-hey, it’s okay if Mystery...” Too late. Vivi is marching up to the scene and leaving him in the dust of whatever angst decided to poke and prod at him today. Steeling himself, Arthur sucks in his breath and turns back to the desk, just in time for the small dog to grab his pink squeaky bone and begin to trot away silently, even if the toy betrayed him.

“M-Mystery.”

The dog pauses, still for a moment, before glancing back at him.

Mystery looked less intimidating with the rubber spiked chew toy squeaking in his mouth. His tail wiggling slightly.

And of course, in typical fashion, all words escape Arthur for a few seconds too long, and Mystery starts to move again.

“Uh, wait. I wanted to talk to you. Y-you can stay in your bed until Vivi gets back. I’ll take the blame for you.”

Mystery sits there for a second, before he loops around. Prodding his worn blue bed, before sinking down, letting his bone drop. Saying nothing still- possibly because of the people inside- Mystery stares up at him. Signaling him to start.

Now, if only Arthur knew what exactly to say. A line of sweat drops down his cheek, and Arthur blows out a breath as he plops down on Vivi’s stool.

“W-well, how are you?” He starts. Mystery raises an eyebrow, nodding to the crowd of people and the woman beginning to yell at Vivi. Arthur coughs and nods. “Right. Cant talk now. Uh-“

Vivis distracted, and she seems to be getting slightly more heated as she crosses her arm. Chloe has fled, possibly getting Duet.

Nows his chance.

Bowing forward, Arthur leans close and whispers. “I’m going to look for Lewis, can you come with me and help?”

Squeak! Mystery jumps up, eyebrows pinched together in a way that Arthur couldn’t tell meant anger or concern. Mystery doesn’t drop his bone, instead skittering behind the desk and hiding from everyone. Shuffling onto his stomach, Mystery cranes his neck to look up at him.

“Arthur, I don’t think- you know why it’s not a good idea to ask me of all people.” Mystery hisses lowly.

“I mean yeah, makes sense,” Arthur shrugs, a bit frantically. “But you got a nose! And you can sniff him out. I can deal with the occasional panic- and being near each other will help me cope!”

“No, it will not, Arthur. You should know better than anyone, forcing yourself to spend too much time with particular people is the opposite of a good thing. It could damage your psyche more than help.”

“B-but it’s been working!” Arthur shoots back, gripping his knees tightly. “Every day we spend a bit more time together. I -I haven’t even been having nightmares about you anymore.”

“That doesn’t negate the fact that you may already be pushing yourself too far.”

Mystery hesitated before nudging Arthur’s foot, bringing attention to the constant shake Arthur didn’t remember it having.

And Arthur’s throat and brain locks up, mouth hanging open as he stares pathetically at the dog.

“Arthur.”

A jolt of electricity rockets through Arthur’s limbs, pushing him back and away from the suddenly familiar voice with a shout.

Vivi is standing there, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed. The muahaha of the door signaling the mother had left, leaving Vivi annoyed and bitter...

With him.

Blinking tensely, Arthur moves off the stool and forces his best smile. Littered with cracks.

She tilts her head, “what did I tell you about taking it slow?”

Arthur deflates, frowning and averting his gaze. “... I shouldn’t make myself engage with Mystery to avoid worsening my already existing trauma.” He recites.

“That’s right,” Vivi continues, stepping around the desk and casting a glance to Mystery- whose now on his back, a sign of submission. “I know you’re trying really hard to work through everything. I get it. But you can’t force yourself between a rock and a hard place to make recovery happen. It takes time.”

How many times has he heard her say this? About twice in the last two weeks. It was increasingly obvious that it was getting hard to conceal her exhaustion over it. Arthur doesn’t say anything, and she sighs.

“Look, I’m sure you already know the ins and outs of your boundaries and stuff. So I’m not going to beat a dead horse, okay?”

He winces, but Arthur nods.

They did set up the boundaries so Mystery wouldn’t cause him any more panic attacks, but Arthur still had to do his part in it too.

Why did you have to tear his arm off like that, Mystery? This could have all been avoided. Arthur wants to say, but he keeps his mouth shut.

[novantinuum]

Fandom: Steven Universe

Pairing: Steven/Connie

Rating: Teen Audiences 

Words: 2.6K~

Summary: In which Connie’s subconscious, innocent touch helps Steven realize just how nice the sensation of gentle fingertips gliding across the surface of one’s gem can be. (Just a bunch of teen romance fluff, + first kiss)

This is set like... a few weeks before Steven leaves Beach City. I imagine he’s been recovering from what happened in I Am My Monster for at least 6 months by this point.

His days aren’t always great- there’s a lot of ups and downs- but thankfully, today is a markedly pleasant one.

_____

His house is still for once. Impossibly so. No Diamond business, no new arrivals to Earth, no disgruntled Gems kicking down his front door. No more battles, beyond his own internal ones. Admittedly, a part of him is happy for the peace and quiet. He’s appreciative of the way all his family and friends rallied around him in support months back after... erm- after his breakdown, but every guy needs some space eventually.

‘Some space’ never has to mean alone, of course.

Steven sneaks a doe-eyed glance at the girl flopped next to him on the living room couch, her mind lost in the pages of her own fantasy world. It’s a new series, something about a human accidentally falling into the world of the fae. (It’s only been like, half an hour, and she’s almost a hundred pages in already!) A pliable smile teases his lips as he watches her eyes flicker back and forth, digesting each passage with a voracious hunger. Sighing in content, he turns his attention back to his own book, externally making as if he’s busy exploring the world of fiction to hide the sappy fact that instead he’s been thinking about her all along. Honestly? He adores quiet days like these. Even if they’re not doing anything special, it’s just nice to get to spend time alone together. It’s a comfortable together.

Connie shifts, instinctively curling closer, her free arm slung against his side. With a soft hum of content he leans into her welcomed embrace, trying his best (and— caught in her innocently bewitching presence— failing abysmally) to focus on the wandering lines of text.

Everything is peaceful.

No hard knocks, no frenzied phone calls, no family disruptions. The domestic warp hasn’t even activated once this whole lazy afternoon. In recent days, he’s pretty sure that’s a record.

At long last, his house is still... and yet in a flash, his hormone riddled teenage mind— ever foolish— is everything but.

Because Connie’s touch is tickling him.

It’s subconscious, almost imperceptible at first. At some point her free hand has roved so that it’s no longer pressed against his side, but against his midriff— which is currently exposed, his shirt bunched up at the waist from all his slouching. Teasingly, her fingertips dance upon the facets of his gem with the pinpoint expertise of a prima ballerina, encoding an endless rhythm directly into the sum of his being, the feather-light contact sending vibrations almost too faint to notice coursing through his hard light veins. But not too faint for him. Not now, not while host to this kind of silence. Not when the girl draped on the couch next to him unknowingly commands every shard of his attention with the slightest twitch of her index finger.

It’s taking all his willpower not to squirm at this ticklish contact right now. It’s so... weird when other people touch his gem. It’s certainly not something he’s used to.

(Steven promptly buries the memory of the last time someone touched it, refusing to let old terrors tarnish an otherwise pleasurable encounter. He can feel the pink threatening to rise in his cheeks, that instinctual rush of panic he’s grown so numb to over the past months rearing its ugly head. It’s so, so hard to wrestle away from its thrall sometimes, but thankfully his therapist has been teaching him ways to mitigate these sorta reactions. His eyes clamp shut as he breathes deep through his nose and focuses on the tangible, on what he knows: the plump, lumpy cushions of the couch under him, the slight scent of garlic and cumin in the air from the lunch he cooked a few hours ago, the rhythmic crashing of waves outside the house. The warmth of his best friend by his side—)

Tap, taptaptap, tap, taptaptap...

His cheeks bloom a human red as her lulling rhythm continues.

Like he said, it’s obviously subconscious. It has to be, right? It would certainly make sense. From his observations, Connie’s always been a tactile thinker. It’s part of what made her such a quick study in sword fighting. Whenever her mind is alight, those beautiful neurons firing back and forth like a firework display, her body is in motion. Sometimes it’s her foot, tapping impatiently into the dirt as she parses through memory to find the precise words to say. Or it’s like how she memorizes facts for tests easier if she’s jogging, listening to audio recordings of the test materials she made herself. And then there’s times like now, when Connie is reading. When her fingers tap and glide with an almost impish touch across the diamond gemstone in his belly’s center as her eyes— by all appearances entirely disconnected from both her hand’s motion and his reaction— skim effortlessly across the unfolding tale on her page. Her hands... oh, those hands... calloused, warm, digits lithe and curious in their movement. They’re always shifting, always tapping, always twitching to some identifiable rhythm. Is this just another example of her sway towards more kinetic-based thinking? Or... is it something else? A silent yearning that extends its roots from the heart into object reality, innocently unaware of the power of its call?

Stars, Steven thinks, mustering with all his strength to ignore his burning face, so maybe I’ve been thinking a little too much about her lately...

Eventually, it all becomes a bit too overwhelming to handle. If this continues in silence any longer, well... well, heck. He doesn’t even want to imagine what embarrassing things could happen. Mustering up all his courage, he flips his book shut and drops it on the cushion beside him.

“Um, Connie? By the way? That’s kinda ticklish,” he squeaks out, voice high and reedy.

Upon his words, she notices where her fingers are subconsciously tapping and immediately pulls her hand away, her cheeks flushing dark. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” she says, quickly tossing her book aside and shifting upright on the couch. “I didn’t mean to goose ya’! I wasn’t even thinking abo—“

“No, it’s okay!” he interjects with an open hand. “I’m fine, really, I am. I- it’s not like, uh- It isn’t like a bother, and- well, it just—“

Burning up with such a ferocity that he’s about one impulsive decision away from high tailing it out of this fraught social situation and dunking his glowing pink head right into the Atlantic, he forces himself to hush before he says something super stupid and humiliating in front of his best friend in the whole world that he’ll regret and replay in his dreams forever and ever for the rest of his days.

Okay, Steven, stop running your mouth like a lovesick fool for one second and think. How can you say this in a way that doesn’t sound entirely stupid and/or weird?

Watching him closely, curiosity written across every vibrant feature, Connie inclines her head ever so slight, a subtle, wordless gesture— one only a Jam Bud could understand— for him to keep going.

The phantom sensation of her fingers tapping against crystal rushes through his nerves like the physical analogue to a bad ear worm. He reaches up to itch at the side of his neck, unable to fully stifle his nervous laughter.

“Honestly, it uh- it actually felt pretty nice?”

“What, me touching your gem?”

“Yeah,” he manages to croak out, voice cracking like it hadn’t since he was freshly fifteen.

She isn’t able to fully stifle her giggle at this, pressing her hand tight to her mouth far too late.

His heart nearly plummets at the sound of her teasing laughter, the constant thrumming of his hard light veins steadily quickening as a flood of energy pulses just below the surface. He knew he shouldn’t have said anything, he knew it was far too much after every other recent misstep he’s made in their relationship! Why couldn’t he have just kept his trap shut?

“Aw, geeze,” he says, voice thick and his every muscle ready to bolt, “this is so embarrassing—“

“No, no! I shouldn’t have laughed, it’s okay!” she jumps in, pressing her hand to his shoulder to help ground him “It’s just bodies, Steven. It’s not weird. It’s just how skin-to-skin contact works. It’s supposed to feel good, because we’re meant to be social creatures, y’know?”

He hums softly in agreement, taking the offered moment to ease himself down from brink of panic. He focuses intently on the weight of her hand, resting feather-light against him. It’s a small gesture, but a powerful one. More than anything, more than words alone could say, it’s a promise. A reaffirmation, moment by moment. I’m here. We’re here. It’s a truth even the sobering reality of shared trauma can’t hope to erase: that even when the going’s tough, they have each other.

Connie brushes a stray stand of hair behind her ear then, shifting on the couch. Perhaps out of a sum of bashfulness, her eyes drift, not quite able to meet his.

“I- it’s silly, but I guess I never considered that you could even feel sensation through your gem,” she admits.

“Really? But you’ve had a gem before. Well, shared a gem,” he corrects himself, though in the end it’s all semantics.

“Well, sure, but when we’re Stevonnie, they don’t tend to think about stuff like that, because you’re used to it, and I’ve never thought about it. It’s simply... normal for them, I guess.”

“Hahah, yeah. It’s always been that way for me,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I never crawled like a normal kid, d’ya know? Dad says I always used to move around by scooting on my butt. When I tried crawling my gem would scrape against the floor, and apparently? I hated it.”

She laughs for real this time, (with him, not at him), her voice ringing true and beautiful and clear like a bell. His heart swells with joy.

And then...

Connie’s lithe fingers reach towards his midsection, hesitantly at first, before— in careful consideration of boundaries— pausing in their voyage entirely.

Her eyes lock with his, her shy expression wholly giving up the chase on what her request will be before she ever shifts her tongue to ask in words. “Is it okay if-?”

“Always,” he says, gently leading her hand under the hem of his shirt and towards the gemstone at his core.

He can’t help his sharp inhale when he feels her fingertips dance across his facets once more. Even when he knows what’s coming, knows to expect this contact, it’s funny. Not funny in a ‘haha’ way, funny in an ‘I’m not used to this’ way. After all, he’s never exactly made a habit of touching his own gem beyond periodic cleaning, and (almost) no one else has ever had a purpose to. It’s for this reason that a small traumatized segment of his mind still can’t help but spiral in panic about the mere concept of any external being brushing against this treasure, this tangible half of his very essence. Given the nightmares he’s been through, he’d have every right to deny her touch. But with Connie... beyond everything else, allowing her in this way is the greatest show of vulnerability he knows how to give.

It’s his proof to her that in this moment, he trusts her implicitly, without question.

Gracefully, she traces her finger around the edge of his gem, lines each individual facet in turn. It’s ticklish at first, much like before, but as she grows more confident in her gentle exploration he finds himself relaxing under her touch. He feels warm, a faint buzz of content flooding his system through his hard light veins. With her, he feels safe.

“It really is beautiful, you know that?” she says, a peaceful expression settling across her features. “Your gem.”

“Nah, you’re beautiful...” he murmurs bashfully, cheeks flushing.

“So are you,” she replies in swift measure, eyes soft with endless adoration.

His fluttering heart extends its gossamer wings and soars. If it weren’t for her nestled at his side, lithe fingers running across each facet in even measure, her tactile presence tethering him like an anchor to this present reality, he’s pretty sure he’d have floated halfway to the ceiling by now.

Daringly, his gaze locks with hers. He swears his heart’s beating its own drum solo within his chest, but this time it’s not because of fear, not at all.

It’s the feeling of freedom.

His fingers loop around a stray strand of hair that’s fallen in front of her eyes. That seems to happen a lot, he’s noticed. As delicate as he can manage, he hooks it back over her ear.

“Can I...?” he whispers, his warm breath brushing against her lips.

She replies in wordless affirmation, leaning forward to close the narrow gap between them. Hooded eyes drift shut. Her hand still rests on his gem as they finally move to cross that final barrier, that fuzzy, oft indistinguishable line drawn between childhood sweethearts and could-be couple, and kiss.

Well, attempt to, anyways.

To be fair, despite his schmaltzy roots, Steven only has movies and books to pull from as an example.

Their noses bump against each other’s at first. Both giggling, they tilt their heads to compensate and then mash their lips together, reveling in every ridiculous moment of their joint inexperience. It’s definitely sloppy, and he doesn’t have a clue where he’s supposed to put his hands or how long is too long, or how he’s supposed to move his mouth against hers, or— stars, did he even remember to brush his teeth this morning?? He sure hopes so— but because it’s with Connie all of that doesn’t matter. It’s perfect in every way.

“OoooOOOoo, looks like loverboy’s finally gettin’ some!”

He and Connie startle at the interruption, pulling apart from each other with equally flushed faces to match eyes with their surprise visitor.

It’s Amethyst, leaning against the kitchen table with a downright roguish smirk, probably thinking she’s the funniest Gem that’s ever emerged. Of course, who else would it be? (Though, which entrance did she come in from? When did she sneak past them? Were they really so involved with each other that they just... failed to notice??)

“Crude,” he says, brows creased with faint annoyance.

In return, she cups her cheeks and serves him the most ridiculous, schmaltzy expression she can muster. “Sap!”

Connie stifles a laugh at her exaggerated antics, but on his side he can’t help but be salty that her interruption yanked the two of them away from the blissful throes of blossoming teenage romance.

“Oh, get outta here, you,” he chimes back, and playfully tosses one of the couch’s pillow straight towards her face. “Shoo!”

The quartz Gem catches it out of midair and grins, no stranger to tests of reflex these days. Adopting a fake posh voice, she fires back her retort. “Your wish is my command, Sir Sappington...”

Tucking the pillow under her arm, she turns on her heels and skips up and over the warp pad’s platform, stalking towards her room with a victorious air. She doesn’t even try to mask her lovingly teasing snickers as the door splits in two at her command and she crosses the barrier into the temple’s dimension warping interior. The last they hear from her before the passageway shuts is an overly triumphant ‘whoop.’ Steven can’t help but raise a scandalized brow at this. What, were the Gems hosting a betting pool about him and Connie, or something?

But thankfully, in time, the beach house grows peaceful again. They’re alone together, and together they’re content.

“Geeze, sorry about that,” he says bashfully, scratching at the nape of his neck. “You know how Amethyst is, heh heh.”

Connie smirks with loving, mischievous intent, comfortably cuddling up against his shoulder. “She’s kinda right, though...”

“About?”

“You can be pretty sappy sometimes,” she says fondly, and tilts her head so she can smooch his cheek. “Just one of the many reasons I love you.”

____

Notes:

So, given that I’ve also written a fic wherein Steven wakes up feeling a hand against his gem and has a panic attack, a word of explanation with my headcanons-

Ultimately, I imagine there’s a very stark difference between a trusted individual like Connie touching his gem when he’s fully alert and it’s just them, alone, safe... and him waking up and being groggy enough to not immediately realize who it is next to him.

In the end though, I just hope Steven would be able to reclaim a once-terrifying experience (someone else touching his gem) as something that is also able to be loving and comforting when it’s done with consent.

[louloubabys1992]

Five Favs of 2020

I was tagged by the amazingly talented @mercurial-madhouse​ to do this and I thank you for it as its been a while since I’ve looked at my fics or any of my work really....so here goes :D

RULES: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work.

1-Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die

Fic summary;

''You still want me?'' he asks, voice thick. ''Yes,'' Harry's answer is absolute, almost defiant. ''But my hands are empty,'' Louis shakes his head. ''I've got nothing to offer you.'' ''I don't care about that. Do you see my hands?'' Harry asks before he cups Louis' face. His touch is gentle. He's always gentle when it comes to Louis. ''When I'm not holding you, I feel empty, but like this,'' he presses closer until their faces are inches apart. He caresses the apple of Louis' cheeks and that's when Louis realizes that he's spilled tears and Harry's wiping them. He didn't even notice; too busy looking into Harry's kind, kind, kind alpha eyes. ''I feel like I'm holding the world and I don't feel empty anymore,''

Louis knows he's a defective omega. He knows its also not his fault but it is what it is. He takes the world head on even when the world is unkind to him. Not Harry though; stubborn as he is, he doesn't back down, not when it comes to Louis

Note;

Those who read this fic know that this is my first ever abo fic. I wrote this in a time when I thought the world was ending. I had been on lockdown like the rest of us with not much to do and yet all the time in the world to finally do what I’m truly passionate about, which is writing. I don’t know if anyone noticed this but the difference between this fic and my latest one was six months (aside from a 16 chapter fic which I was writing almost simultaneously with ‘’Hang there’’ so for it to get any kudos or comments at all is quite unbelievable to me and I am really proud of the journey it took me on. It was one bumpy but amazing ride.

2-As the snow flies

Fic Summary:

’'I can’t sleep without you anymore. Got used to you.’’ Harry is always like that, so transparent with his feelings, so abundant with his love. He cuddles Niall the most, always stares up at Zayn like he’s something cool and out of this world, always attentively serious with Liam and always helping Leona out in the kitchen. He’s not so different from the shy, timid boy he’d first met, still stands pigeon toed when he’s waiting for Louis and the lads to go home after school, still stands with his shoulders all hunched but then he sees Louis and suddenly he’s taller, brighter, smile and dimples on full display.

He’s so beautiful.

-Or the fic in which Louis and Harry are foster kids who get separated long before they could even understand what loving each other means. They were so young and since then, circumstances had made Louis tough, had forced him to harden up. What happens when he and Harry meet again?

Notes:

Probably the easiest fic I’ve ever written because the idea had been swirling in my head for years, I just never had the time to sit down and put pen on paper (or letters on a word document hahah). It’s not for the faint of heart, I know, but I’ve always wanted to write it and flush it out of my system and when I did finally start writing it, it wasn’t as hard as writing my other fics. Like, I knew how it would end, I knew what scenes I had to cut out, what fit, what did not fit and I have to say, even though the outcome is not the way I had imagined it at first but it is everything it was meant to be in the end :D

3-The Boy with the Tin Chest and a Glass Heart

Written for the @bottomlouisficfest​

Fic summary:

Alpha Harry Styles, world-renowned author of fairy-tales, is being persuaded by the Beta, Liam Payne to hire a new illustrator. Since Harry’s own illustrations are too graphic for what is supposed to be children’s stories, Liam feels the need is dire. Omega Louis does not agree with Liam since he believes that Harry’s stories are fine just the way they are. Of course this has nothing to do with Louis being totally biased or totally head over heels for Harry. It certainly has nothing to do with being jealous of the mysterious omega illustrator Liam has in mind to team Harry up with. Seriously, it has nothing to do with that at all. Nothing, absolutely nothing, zilch, nada. Yeah...

Notes;

During my time of self isolation while the world tore itself apart, I busied myself with writing and watching k-drama series to distract from being anxious and swept by it all. It did wonders for me, occupying my time like that as I have always loved writing and this year, I found a new love for korean actors and their dramas and I have to say, their stories have such amazing plot lines. This fic is heavily inspired by one k-drama series called ‘’its okay not to be okay’’ starring Kim Soo Hyun and Seo Yea-ji (I hope I got the names spelled right). Please do watch it if you haven’t already :D

4-The Importance of being Earnest

part of the @1000feelingsfics​

fic summary;

Harry cannot help but pay extra attention to Louis' order, even if it is just a warm cup of tea with a dash of milk and no sugar. He also makes sure that the Danish Louis asks for is warm and fresh from the oven and not the one in the display, even if it means delaying Louis a bit when he fetches said Danish from the kitchen. It's all worth it when Louis smiles his crinkly smile at him before he rushes off to work.

Man, he's hot, he cannot help but think.

Or Harry is a barista who's been harboring a crush on Louis for months. Little does he know that Louis actually likes him back.

Note:

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before but this fic was included in a podcast which has never happened to me before and I am so so so happy and proud that my fic got that type of attention (or any attention at all hahahaha) so like, it is quite special to me and honestly, a lot of the fics written for the @1000feelingsfics​ challenge are really, truly incredible

5-Bed of Nails

fic summary;

Louis has been keeping a secret for a very long time. The boys don’t know because he doesn’t tell them, not because he doesn’t want to but because he doesn’t think they need to know or be bothered by his troubled past. When they find out, they look at Louis differently. But Harry doesn’t. No, he loves Louis and will do anything in his power for his love to find its way through the cracks.

Or the one where Louis has a troubled past that catches up to him and Harry does his best to save him from it.

Notes:

This is my longest fic ever, not just in chapter count but in time (it took me actual years to finish it, whew, what a journey). A lot of things happened while writing this fic but one event that stands out among the rest; I lost my younger brother back in 2016. He was only 23 years old. I started writing this fic in 2015 and finished it January 2020. Losing George crippled me both mentally and emotionally. I had no power, no inspiration and definitely no will to do anything but try and seem okay for the sake of my grieving parents. I bottled it all up to try and seem strong in front of them and in return, I forgot about anything else, including my passions and my hobbies. It took me a herculean effort to finish this fic and I mostly did it because writing to me, is like an itch. I can stop writing sure but every once in a while, that itch that nags at you like an incessant person knocking, begging you to just open up the door on the swirl of words blasting your brain in the middle of the night, begging you to just do something, doesn’t ever completely go away. So, I didn’t ignore it and decided to finish it, no matter how long it took. The itch to write went away after that and a sense of calm and accomplishment took over instead. I miss George till this day. Nothing will ever turn off that feeling but writing to me, in any form, whether in my journal or fics or whatever, does have the power to push me through the day. 

And there goes; my 2020 fics. I want to tag a lot of people but I think most people I know here already did it but if you see this or read this, take that as your cue to do it too. We all need some self love in this world and self love is what we deserve. 

Happy new year everybody :D

[shiroganeryo]

ah, if you're still doin the character thing, how about Lenalee? (I didn't see anybody asking about her, but if sb did, sorry! maybe Johnny then?)

I’m sorry for the delay on replying to this one! This is probably the last ask thingy I’ll be doing for the Character Questions, as they take me some time to type and I’ve been busy 💓 But thank you all very much for the interest in these, I really love writing for stuff like this! I’ll be covering both Lenalee and Johnny in this one - so, a two character reply again! I was hoping someone would give me Lena so the OT4 was complete, but I also really love Johnny... 😭 

Lenalee

My otp for them: With Lavi! I had never paid much attention to the two of them as a couple, but after I reread the series last year, they have grown on me. Lavi has been Lenalee’s emotional support many times and it’s clear he cares about her. People would consider that the time he snapped at her for grieving over “losing Allen” was bad, but I quite don’t think he meant harm; rather, I think he kinda acted on impulse because he wanted her to feel better. He marvelously made up for that during the following arcs (”I didn’t come here to stop you; this is your decision to make. Just let me come along.” - 150th Night). Those interactions made me like them a lot as a pairing. My brotp for them: Miranda! She played a big part in Miranda’s life, and I’m sure they got really close thanks to that. Imagining them doing all the girly things together without a care in the world makes me so happy 🥺 It’s like getting to see the happy girl Lenalee could have been, if she weren’t another victim of the war. I also used to ship them because I have no self-control apparently, so. XD Any other ships: Have you all ever considered her and Emilia? 💦 Both share guts and very strong legs, it seems. I can picture them bonding easily over shared interests and it makes me weak. I also love Lenalee and Kanda’s relationship, so they also get the cake here. As for Allen, they make a beautiful pairing, but only when it comes to appearance to me; imo they would need to work many things out, personally speaking, to work in a healthy way for both. Their best friend: Miranda, Jeryy and Kanda! Miranda, for the reasons stated above; Jeryy, because he was her “motherly figure” when she was growing up and needed a feminine, understanding input from someone she could feel comfortable around. And Kanda, due to their relationship as “childhood friends”, in a way. Lenalee loves everyone close to her, but I see these three being the ones she’s the closest to. My favorite nickname for them: “Lena”, given by Kanda. It just sounds so cute and delicate; it suits her. My favorite AU headcanon of them: People often say they would like to see Lenalee abandon the Order and join Allen’s side. I say the opposite; she should stay. She could be a big helping hand on throwing a rebellion of sorts that could benefit him from the inside. That way she wouldn’t need to abandon the people she loves for Allen’s sake, but would still be on his side, on her own way. My favorite outfit they wear: Lenalee has the cutest chinese themed outfits! The ones I love the most are the one she used during the Zombie arc, and this one I saw her wearing on Gray Log. She looks so darn cute, too precious for this world. *gross sobbing* Defining color: When I think of her, I think of several shades of green, namely Fern (#4F7942) and Pine (#01796F). I also think of deep red (#D30000), because of the ribbons she uses on her hair and the shapes of her Crystal Type Innocence. Would I date them: Lenalee is a strong, amazing girl! However, I wouldn’t date her. She can also be headstrong, and so am I hahah At times, I find myself thinking we’re similar in the way we’re insistent (at the risk of being unreasonable) about some things and I quite don’t see that working out at all 😅 First impression: Bland. Nice character, but her design didn’t interest or stand out at all to me. Dark Boots are an awesome Innocence though! Current impression: I really like her. Not one of my favorite characters, and I have a lot of criticism when it comes to Lenalee, but I love her design and the development she got so far. I started taking her more seriously after the fight against Eshi; it was one heck of an awesome fight! The way she put everything on the line on that suicidal move was impressive; so badass. Hogwarts House: As much as I would love to assign her to Gryffindor for her commendable courage, Lenalee’s home is in Hufflepuff! Before anything else, she cares deeply for the people she loves, and will sacrifice herself for them without thinking twice. Loyalty and kindness are her most prominent trait, but that doesn’t make her a pushover in the slightest. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Torchic! According to the Pokédex entries, Torchic feels warm to the touch and this makes it very huggable. I have this type of impression about her, warm and welcoming. It also develops a fighting type upon evolving, and Blaziken are well known for their strong legs and jumping capacity!

Johnny

My otp for them: With Cache! I’m very weak for couples where the woman looks (and is) stronger than the guy, and we’ve seen her carrying Johnny to the medical wing before - an occurence that, according to her, happens a lot. He seems to have a crush on her, seeing his reaction (fidgety, blushing) when he was saying goodbye to his science friends. According to Vol. 27′s Discussion Room, the scrunchy he’s using to tie his hair used to be hers, and I love how Allen went “hmm, I see...” when he told them she had given it to him hahah (it’s alright, Allen; I ship it too 👌) My brotp for them: Allen, hands down. Differently from what people say, Johnny has always supported and cherished Allen, what he’s doing for him now isn’t out of the blue. It was actually what Johnny told him that started to change his perception on things and realize that his heart longed to be with the ones he loves despite the hardships (”As Johnny Gill and your friend, I’m going to help you!”, - 215th Night). He loves him, and I can tell how important he is for Allen too; he was able to come back from Nea’s inner world thanks to Johnny’s calling that reminded him of his ties with everyone in “Home”. This part has some of my favorite scenes from the entire series; Johnny didn’t even bat an eye, he simply jumped for Allen. I called it Allen would avoid their fall, but Johnny patting his head in happiness and relief and then hugging him, to which Allen returned, as relieved and happy for having come back... It was so sweet and hopeful. It brings good tears to my eyes!  Any other ships: I don’t have any~ Their best friend: I think Johnny is friends with pretty much all of his buddies from the Science Division, but I notice him being closer to Reever. I would like to mention Suman as well; despite him being deceased, Johnny still seems to hold a fond memory of him. And then comes Allen who’s clearly someone important to him, and it doesn’t seem to be one-sided, judging by the time they (used to) spend together having fun. My favorite nickname for them: I don’t have one! But Johnny deserves cute nicknames, let’s give him some, Hoshino-sensei? 👀 My favorite AU headcanon of them: I don’t have one because Johnny is already perfect as a character and for the plot as he already is imho. All I wish is for him to survive until the ending. Hang in there, Johnny! Allen needs you, but for all you’ve been doing, you deserve to make it out alive and earn your own happiness! My favorite outfit they wear: Out of all the characters, I feel like Johnny is the one that has the most “stripped-down” style, quite modern looking. But I love his current outfit the most! He looks great in vests and the long coat definitely reminds me of the lab coats he used to wear while in the Order. I also like a lot more how his hairdo is atm, it looked a little painful to have tied for too long in the previous style (similar to pigtails). His new frame glasses are also pretty! Gives him a more serious look. Defining color: Curiously enough, I think of an array of varied colors when I think of Johnny? I can’t seem to be able to pick one. There is black, yellow like Mustard (#FEDC56), brown like Cherrywood (#CB6F36) and blue like Maya (#73C2FB), to name some. Would I date them: But of course! Johnny is the sweetest guy I’ve ever seen. He gives off all the geek vibes, but not on the annoying way; he looks like the type of person that would talk lots about things that make him happy, excitedly, while you’d look at him go, feeling blessed with all the bright energy vibes emanating from him. He’s also shown to be extremely supportive, and honestly, everyone deserves someone like him 🥺 First impression: Regular geek scientist guy? Current impression: *incoherent sobbing* I love him so much! Why does Johnny not have more appreciation?! Why do people think he’s annoying??? Anyone who loves Allen gotta admit this guy is the MVP. He’s the trope you’d expect for a smartsy science guy, and at the same time, he’s not only that. I’ve babbled enough on that in the reply under this question. Hogwarts House: I’m in a tie between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but I think I would give him Gryffindor. People would be quick to place him in Ravenclaw for his smarts and his love for learning, but this guy is extremely courageous. Despite being seen as “weak” and fragile, he was the one to stand up for Allen in multiple occasions throughout the series. He’s also the one who confronted the Earl to ask him what he wanted with the 14th (196th Night), while no one had really questioned or directly talked to him. He left the Order to go after Allen, knowing he was awakening as a Noah (which is already dangerous on its own) and would be in constant situations of peril because of Akuma and other Noah. Johnny, the “regular guy”, did all that, having no care as to what could happen to him. So, Gryffindor for his extreme courage, but maybe Hufflepuff for his honest loyalty and goodness. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Grookey! The way Grookey and its evolutions handle wood makes me think they’re skilled Pokémon that can craft things and know how to use them as instruments, just like Johnny does with his scientific creations. The tied “hair” also reminds me of him!

[mysterystarz]

NOVAAAA CONGRATS ON YOUR 100!! YOU DESERVE IT AND SO MUCH MORE >:( anyway, came to slide in to your event so heh :3

my pronouns are she / her and i prefer to be matched with a male :) mbti is enfp-t and im enneagram 8w7 because im sexc like that love language? im a physical touch kinda girl >:3 what should i say for my personality hmmm im very stubborn, like extremely im also very loud but i can also be very quiet i have an rbf that makes everyone think i hate them but i dont— superiority complex? maybe just slightly im very confident in my appearance and in how i present myself, but when it comes to skillsets im very insecure and thats when im extremely quiet and stuff uhm also i love teasing people but when it happens to me i stop functioning and combust on the spot :| hobbies of mine include writing duh, playing instruments, drawing, skateboarding, and playing sports (sports take up most of my time)

ideal type time lets go :3 so i dont care if theyre an extrovert or introvert—extroverts are easier for me to get along with but introverts are adorable. id like someone with a gorgeous hairstyle because i like messing with hair. someone determined, someone that i can goof off with. MMMM YKNOW WHATS SEXC when they BANTER with me like just that cute adorable “i hate you” “you love me” not ideal type? someone whos too serious. im not a very serious person, but when everything to them is literal i cant stand that. not to be confused with people who are like :| and dont really show emotions, but people who suck the fun out of things

okay yknow whats sexc? being a moot and getting that little extra bit >:3 lets go with love letter <3

EEEEE THANKS NOVA <3 love you so much darling and wishing you many more milestones jn the future!

your cosmic matchup is...bokuto koutarou!

runnerups: oikawa tooru, sakusa kiyoomi

YOUR TROPES ARE:

» stuck together/stranded - the two of you were supposed to be at the hawaiian islands by daytime, basking in the sunlight and being completely carefree. you weren't exactly expecting to find yourself stuck in the airport, a blizzard raging strongly outside as your flight was delayed. striking up a conversation with the spiky-haired ace, you discovered his humor and his love for consistent back and forths with you over just about anything. the two of you ended up in hawaii, together, and a part of you thought that being stranded must have been a good thing if it meant that you got to meet him. (I feel like bokuto is sensitive, but not so much to the point that he doesn't understand sarcastic banter. the two of you seem like the cutest people to go and do this with)

» fake relationship - you were being bothered by all the girls at school for not being an active participant in people's love lives or having one of your own, so you clapped back at them by "dating" the popular ace and captain of the boys VBC...bokuto. you picked him because you knew he'd be easy to convince and be a convincing boyfriend too, due to his affectionate nature. the two of you spent time playing sports and you taught bokuto how to draw (akaashi was laughing his head off at the drawing bokuto did). at the end of the month, you both realized that the relationship you had was too good to give up, so you made it official!

» playing cyrano - you had a friend who really really loved bokuto but was way too shy to approach him, so they asked if you could get him to notice them and befriend him because your personality seemed like the type that could accomplish anything. you went to go befriend him by spending plenty of time with him, whether it be sketching him playing volleyball, or even just making fun of each other over the phone at night under the covers. you eventually came to realize that you actually loved him and were wondering how to let him go for the sake of your friend, only to discover that he loved you too! your friend caught on and said that the two of you were perfect for each other, and was fine because they had moved on in the weeks you had befriended him! (ko, you just seem like the type of person who'd help with matchmaking because you're confident externally and can pull off being composed)

» partners in crime - you and bokuto were part of a crime syndicate that consisted of doing jobs for wealthy people on the down-low in exchange for beautiful, cold, hard, cash. you had worked with bokuto for years now, being the best duo in the entire syndicate and practically drowning in money. he was dextrous and fast, while your strategic planning and outward composition helped you surpass many checkpoints. bokuto always made sure to reassure you of your skillsets and assure you that you were a phenomenal partner through and through! at one of the masquerade events where you had to steal something risky, you couldn't help but be distracted by bokuto with his hair down and realized that you'd loved him for a long time (and he loved you too). (you two seem like the type to go off doing this then going to ice cream HAHAH)

MUTUALS EXTRA: a love letter <3

Hey hey hey, Ko,

You are one of the most amazing people I've ever gotten to meet EVER! Akaashi tells me that love letters need to be sincere, and I'm being sincere when I say that you are the most beautiful, smart, confident people that I know! You're always on my mind and I find pieces of you everywhere, from the snacks we get to those days that you sketch me playing volleyball. You've always been a force to get me out of tough situations, and it always sends some sort of shock current to my heart when I hear you laugh or smile. My love for you is bigger than the galaxy (which is REALLY REALLY big, nearly infinite), and I will always love you for the gorgeous person you are!

I love you, I love you, I love you a lot! 𝓀𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊

a/n: hey ko! i hope you liked this (i actually had to think about yours a bit and omg your personality is so fun to write) <3

[robodaydreamer]

RadioHusk Week - #2 To Love A Dumbass

I meant to write a drabble and my hand slipped.

I’m sorry.

[ EDITED 4/5/20 ]

I want to do a drawing for every fic, it just takes my dumb butt forever to do anything. Forewarning, this was done at 2 am, so it might be a bit jumbled? I edited what I could to fix it. I hope you all enjoy!

To hell’s general population or the few who knew of him, Husk was a lot of things. Temperamental, apathetic, tired of everyone’s shit... the list could go on, but he liked to think he was a pretty simple guy.

Uncomplicated and easy to understand. You leave him alone, he’ll leave you alone. You get on his nerves, he’ll probably claw your eyes out. Maybe. If he actually had the energy for it. A fair trade if you asked him.

And he didn’t ask for much. To most, he didn’t like to be bothered, he enjoyed card games, he depended on alcohol to get him through the day, and he had a fondness for magic tricks.

That last one was a little-known fact to their small group of misfits. The hotel’s residents didn’t need to know about it. The only reason any of them had even found out was because of Angel Dust challenging him to a card game.

He was more than a little drunk at the time. Hah, he’d been fucking plastered.

Kicking that fluffy arachnoids ass was just a bonus. While he never doubted his own hand, being that uncoordinated never usually ended well for him. He tended to keep to himself when he was at his worst.

He was surprised he even agreed to do anything at all instead of telling that perverted walking stick to shove off! Even more surprising was as trashed as he’d been, he was still apparently unbeatable.

Husk wondered if he had an ace up his sleeve… and he didn’t even have sleeves… or wear clothes.

Yikes. Did bow ties and tophats count?

Hmmmm… wait. No. He wasn’t doing this to himself again. It was hard enough accepting he was an overgrown catbird. He’d leave this complicated crap alone. Besides, trying to wear clothes over fur was a pain in the ass. Not to mention extremely uncomfortable...

Lucky streak aside, Husk won whatever bet they’d made. He couldn’t quite remember what it was since he’d been blackout drunk, but he knew Vaggie had enough blackmail on Angel to get about a week’s worth of good behavior out of him.

That alone had made this whole thing an even bigger victory. The only problem was that with his drinking, while his gambling was on point, his mouth… wasn’t. 

Plenty of sinners gave away personal information when they were drunk. People did it while they were alive, so it wasn’t an uncommon thing down in hell. The only problem was where it ended up… or who it ended up with.

Long story short, he’d apparently let Angel Dust in on his appreciation for magic and had even shown him a trick or two with his cards while they were playing. He couldn’t remember jack shit, but it was possible.

How else would Angel have found out? The only other demons who’d know would be Alastor or Niffty and he doubted Alastor would randomly share something as insignificant as this. He may have a thing for pushing Husk’s buttons, but he didn’t think the other would just throw that out into the open without any context.

Actually, he probably would.

Either that or Niffty spilled the beans… she liked his coin behind the ear trick. She made for a great audience, even when she had to stop him to sweep up his stray feathers or dust the furniture in his room. He wasn’t a total slob, but he was rarely in his hotel room to begin with, so it wasn’t really his top priority.

Like right now. He could clean up the broken glass next to the bed, but he wasn’t going to. He drank often enough, so hangovers rarely bothered him, but sometimes even he overdid it.

His tolerance was absolutely phenomenal. A blessing and a curse. On the one hand, he could enjoy his booze and watch his drinking buddies fall over after a few shots of the hard stuff. On the other hand, it was tougher to get buzzed or even just flat out drunk if he wanted a quick way to escape his own mind.

Last night had been one of those times and he absolutely went overboard. The hangover he was nursing could definitely attest to that. If the pounding in his head grew any worse he’d probably die. Again.

With a sigh, Husk shifted into a more comfortable position, trying to keep his wings in mind. He didn’t need any other problems right now.

Speaking of problems, he hoped he didn’t do anything too stupid. How did he get back to his room, anyway? He tried to wrack his brain for answers, but all he got was a flash of white-hot pain radiating throughout his skull for his trouble.

This was the beauty of alcohol. It made you forget, even if it was only for a short time. He’d already made that mistake twice in one fucking day… One with Angel Dust, and the other with-

A knock at the door made him tense, the sound not at all helping his headache. Who was bothering him at this hour? Wait, what time was it? Shit… was he late for work? Most likely. He didn’t actually give too much of a shit, seeing as to how he worked seven days a week. 

The only one it would actually bother was-

//BANG//

The sound of the door slamming open and ramming into the wall made him jump so hard his teeth clacked together. 

A loud boisterous voice filled the quiet of his room moments later, “Ohhhhh Husker! Wakey wakey, my darling kitty cat! Your shift started hours ago, and our sour sinners are hankering for your testy temper. And quite possibly a beverage or two, but that is no concern of mine. Hahah!”

Husk groaned, curling into a ball. Maybe if he hid in his wings, the bastard would take the hint and leave. He was too exhausted to deal with this shit.

Of course, he wasn’t that lucky. Give him a deck of cards and you’d see him win the whole pot! But a radio demon that he just so happened to be in a relationship with? Not so much.

Hold on a damn minute… Was it a relationship? It was probably the closest thing to one. They never agreed on an actual title, but Alastor had been pretty pushy about them trying this… whatever it was out.

In fact, if he thought back to it, he hadn’t believed the guy at first, having been pining over said demon for years. Why would he come waltzing over to Husk, demanding him to be his significant other?

He’ll fucking tell you why. His own mouth betrayed him. With Angel Dust, he’d been very loose tongued thanks to his over drinking.

Alastor had come over to watch their game of cards, and by the end of it, had decided to poke fun at his old pal Husker. 

He’d given Husk a round of applause for his card tricks, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that he’d won the game and left Angel Dust flipping the table in despair. None of it mattered because it hadn’t been enough to fill Alastor’s endless need to be entertained.

He just so happened to believe that ‘drunk Husk’ was an absolute riot. He’d told him as much in the past. 

Although, instead of the usual banter or wobbly cat behavior he would have normally provided, Husk decided to share an even more personal secret than his fucking magic tricks.

He’d told the cannibalistic serial killer he was in love with him.

And it didn’t end there. To make it worse, since he’d been three sheets to the wind, he ended up forgetting everything that happened.

Angel Dust finding out about him being a magician was fine.

Alastor finding out about his undying love for him?

Husk would sooner have jumped in front of an Angel on extermination day than to have revealed his feelings to Alastor.

When he’d found out about what he’d done, because of course the insufferable jackass had to bring up his mistake as soon as he was sober, he may or may not have tried to jump out of the nearest window.

That was a tough feat to accomplish considering his bar was on the first floor. Had he done it anyway? Well, he tried to, but the other put a stop to his attempt so he hadn’t gotten very far.

In the end, Alastor had told him he should’ve confessed sooner because they could’ve been spending quality time together. He may have spaced out after that due to his brain short-circuiting.

It was almost too good to be true.

Husk agreed to Alastor’s demands, feeling like he would’ve been an idiot to refuse an opportunity to spend more time with the demon that held his heart in the palm of his hand.

Should he have paid more attention to what those demands were? Hell yes. His impulsive decision left him with more questions than answers.

After all, making deals with demons was a dangerous game.

The lowlifes he used to play poker with regularly would’ve told him to suck it up and take the offer for what it was worth. Taking chances was their shtick. 

Jerry, the cheating piece of shit, would have asked, “Why look a gift horse in the mouth?”

This was why. He had so many regrets. 

Husk heard the tapping of hooved shoes making their way toward him and scowled from beneath his feathery shelter. If Al did what he knew he was absolutely going to freakin’ do, he’d give him the silent treatment for the next three days.

He’d say a week, but Husk would cave long before Alastor… He may like his space, but he liked Alastor more. The guy had a way of making him crave for his attention, even if the radio demon himself didn’t always want it in return.

Hell, Alastor rarely showed any interest in him to begin with. And no, having an interest in causing him constant aggravation did not fucking count. He was busy with the hotel and all of the ragtag tenants he got a sick pleasure tormenting. 

It was hilarious. Honestly, it was, but he wanted more… It was selfish, especially since he fell in love with Alastor for who he was and not for some warped soap opera version of himself that he was sure plenty of demons daydreamed about.

Eugh...

Husk was guilty of daydreaming. He daydreamed plenty when it came to his ‘partner.’ Husk would be the first to admit he was a hopeless romantic… well. Maybe not out loud. 

He liked the thought of tender touches, passionate kisses, and appreciative glances. Did he need them? No. Did the thought of them make his heart race? Fucking Christ, yes they did.

He knew Alastor wasn’t interested in any of that. It wasn’t who he was and Husk could accept that, selfish desires be damned. He just wished someone would give him a hint as to what exactly Alastor was playing at. 

Was this something he actually wanted? What was he getting out of it? Why would he even bother with something he usually thought was so ‘tedious?’ He’d said so plenty of times to Angel and Charlie.

It’s already been a few weeks since they’d made this little agreement. Now that he was thinking back on it, it's almost been a month! You’d think he’d know the answers to all of these questions by now, but he was left in the dark when it came to Alastor’s intentions. 

He was torn from his thoughts when a hand gripped his furry ankle and dragged him to the end of the bed. 

Husk let out a warning growl to try and ward off the other from his oncoming attack, but it was useless.

Alastor only chortled in response and Husk felt the hand wrapped around his ankle tighten briefly before moving away. He knew better than to believe that was it. This was only the beginning.

He was proven right when his wings were forcefully pried apart, revealing him to his attacker who looked way too smug for his own good. “My Dearest Husker, why must you hide from me? You know, while I do love your volatile personality, I’m only here to help!”

Holy shit… 

Had he actually fallen in love with this dumbass?

Husk sneered, the stabbing pain in his head only growing worse as he locked eyes with Alastor. “Help? How is this helping?”

He watched Alastor’s brows furrow for a split second before his grin stretched impossibly wider. “Why, of course it is! You would have missed your shift, otherwise. After all, your job is crucial! You’re the first face our lovely residents see!”

Sitting up, Husk felt his wings fluff up. This was getting ridiculous. He was hungover and more than a little unstable in the feelings department. Alastor was only making things worse, seeing as to how he was the main cause of his emotional turmoil. 

He could start yelling and throwing a tantrum, but that would only amuse the bastard and leave him with an even bigger headache. 

No. He had to catch him off guard.

Maybe he’d try something new… he had nothing to lose except his dignity and he’d lost that years ago.. 

Fuck it.

“I want a divorce.”

He felt a swell of pride at Alastor’s blank stare. So that actually shut him up, eh? Sure, this didn’t at all make any sense, but if he had to deal with Alastor’s bullshit, then the idiot was going to get bullshit thrown right back into his stupidly handsome face.

“Pardon?”

“I want a divorce.”

Alastor’s smile waned as his brows went back into a furrow, his head tilting to the side. “Husker, my good man… we aren’t married.”

Husk felt himself relax. Al’s voice had quieted immensely from his earlier shouting. He always had to project his voice, no matter where he went. This was a hell of a lot better for his head. He could already feel the pain lessen.

With a distracted nod, Husk huffed out, “I know. I still want a divorce.” He watched as Alastor’s grin strained, eyes narrowing as he studied him. He felt a shiver travel up his spine at the others searching stare.

Unsatisfied with what he seemed to not be able to find, Alastor released the firm grip he had on his feathers only to move those deft clawed hands behind his back. Husk was sure he was clenching them tight with frustration. 

He couldn’t tell if this was funny or sad. He didn’t want to piss off his ‘steady,’ but he also wasn’t in the mood to be pissed off himself.

Looking at Alastor, he had to admit it was actually pretty damn comical.

“No.”

Husk blinked, feathered brows raising high in confusion. “What?”

Alastor’s expression morphed into a sharp smile, his glowing red eye’s staring unwavering into Husk’s. He seemed to radiate extreme disapproval. “No. We aren’t getting a divorce, Dearest.” His smile gave an irritated twitch.

Holy shit. This was unexpected. He hadn’t actually thought something like this would upset the overlord so much. This should be funny. He should be laughing…

It wasn’t funny. He loved Alastor too much to keep this up, but he also didn’t understand. Why was Al taking this so seriously? The radio host would usually have laughed something like this off or made an even bigger joke out of it… so why wasn’t he doing that now?

He really needed to get answers. If they were going to be anything they needed to start by finding common ground.

Mind made up, Husk stretched. If he was going to do this, he might as well be comfortable. He let out a pleased hum at every pop or crack he worked out of his spine. That felt so much better…

He glanced back up at his uninvited guest, only to pause. Alastor’s previous expression was gone. Husk wasn’t sure if he could put a name to it… but it was softer. Not a word he was used to using when it came to this particular demon. He looked downright distracted as his eyes traveled along the length of Husk’s body…

There was absolutely no fucking way this was happening right now.

He felt hope well into his chest, but he buried it down deep, he had some questions that needed answering. “Okay. We won’t get a divorce… we can still be friend-married or whatever. I didn’t think you’d take what I said so seriously...”

Alastor seemed to tune back in at the sound of his voice, his smile taking on a more satisfied curl. “I’m glad you’ve changed your mind! A divorce, hah! How silly…-” He stilled, a record scratching sound following his abrupt pause as one of his brows raised in question. “Friend-married?” 

He grimaced, “I do believe we have taken the next step in our relationship to a status higher than mere friends. Though I suppose that wouldn’t take away our actual friendship, I was hoping for a more committed type of companionship.”

Husk felt his jaw drop in shock. Hold the fucking phone, what? 

Alastor didn’t seem to notice his surprise, carrying on with a look of distaste. “Honestly, Husker… friend-married? Is that a word young folk are using these days? Taking two separate terms and mashing them together?” 

He let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head at the thought. “I miss the days where words were used more appropriately.” Another twitch of his wide grin. “Besides, why crush words together when you can crush skulls?”

Husk gave a hard blink, his tail thumping on the sheets behind him. Holding up a clawed paw, he cut off the other’s rambling. “You… Do you seriously want to be in a relationship with me? You’re not just pulling my leg for a laugh?” If he was, he’d kill him. He’d probably be the one killed, but he would die trying.

Alastor’s confusion was palpable at this point as he tilted his head for a second time. “... I do believe I asked this of you before we began our partnership, yes. Besides, I may have just literally pulled your leg a short while ago, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I would spend so much time doing all of this just to cure my boredom..."

Husk felt like he was going to pass out. His heart was hammering so hard he thought it was going to beat right out of his chest. 

He was serious. Alastor wasn’t doing this for a laugh. He was actually interested in some form of relationship with him that wasn’t just friendly or work-based. 

Holy fucking shit what the fuck?

Husk’s ears were swiveling about, his fur was bristling, his tail was curling, and his wings were poofing out. He wasn’t sure what kind of fucking response his body was having to this unexpected situation. 

Was he confused? Was he flustered? Was he offended? He had no clue because he was feeling too much at once to comprehend a single thing.

He was able to stutter out a rushed, “Me? You want to be with me? Of all the demons in hell, you chose me?” 

Alastor gave a slow nod, regarding him with a curious gaze. “Why waste my time lavishing affection on just anyone when I can focus my attention on one demon in particular?” 

His hand rose from behind his back, cautiously reaching out towards Husk only to let it hover in the air between them as if he were worried about spooking him. He continued, “And who better than one whose company I enjoy… and one who I am so very fond of?”

Husk couldn’t fucking believe this. Alastor liked him. Alastor liked him to the point of wanting to be with him. Not just to terrorize him to get a reaction out of him. This whole time. This whole god damned time he could have been getting to know this crazy sonofabitch and here he was, wasting his only chance to do exactly what he’s wanted to for fucking years because he couldn’t just get over himself.

Husk shrunk in on himself with a horrified gasp, “Oh no. I’m the dumbass.” Before Alastor could question him, he ran his paw down his face, groaning out, “This whole time I thought you were just doing this because you were bored. You like pissing me off to the point of me ripping my own fur out!” 

His wings moved to cover him back up, he couldn’t bear to look at the demon in front of him anymore. This was too embarrassing. “I’m a fucking dumbass.” he muttered dejectedly.

The room was quiet for a few moments. Hell, Alastor could have vanished and he wouldn’t have been able to tell from beneath his feathery cocoon. This was amazing and awful all at once. He was an idiot, but he was a happy idiot.

He jumped at the feeling of gentle hands resting against his wings. He felt them hesitate before they began to caress him, palms moving in long even strokes. When Husk didn’t move to pull away or stop him, Alastor began to alternate between petting and running his claws soothingly through his feathers.

It felt nice… 

Husk felt himself begin to relax, not at all realizing how wound up he’d actually been. This was ridiculous. He needed to get a hold of himself… well. Maybe after a few more minutes of Alastor touching him like this... Alastor was comforting him. Would this ever happen again?

He really hoped so.

“Husk?” He felt his eyes snap open at the other’s hushed voice. He’s never heard Alastor so quiet before. They’d known each other for decades and not once has Alastor gotten even close to speaking in a volume this low that wasn’t a sinister threat. This was a soft plea for his attention.

Well, if he hadn’t had it before, he certainly had it now. He mentally prepared himself as best as he could before he shifted, immediately mourning the loss of the other’s hands as they retreated from his wings to give him space. 

Crossing his arms, he sat up and allowed his wings to part open, folding them down to rest over his legs and along the bedspread. Seeing as to how he’d let them drag across the floor plenty of times in the past, letting them hang off of the bed wouldn’t hurt them.

He glanced up toward Alastor, taking in his surprisingly patient smile and couldn’t help returning it with a smile of his own. Husk’s smile only widened as he grumbled, “You’re stuck with a dumbass for a partner. Hope you’re happy, ya wiseguy.”

Blinking owlishly, Alastor took on a more bemused grin. “Well… while there are several names I could call you, that one definitely wouldn’t have been my first choice. I prefer goofball!” He leaned down to get into Husk’s space, their faces only a few inches apart. “You’re a goofball, my Dear! But you’re my goofball.” 

Husk was glad he had fur because he felt his whole body heat up at just how close their faces were. It was harder to deal with his feelings when he was able to see Alastor up close. And this was really fucking close.

Alastor took notice of the change and seemed to study him, though he’d probably been doing that the whole damned time with how stupid Husk had been acting. Embarrassing. Absolutely humiliating. He was going to pretend this never happened. 

He was hungover. That was his excuse and... why was Alastor giving him that look?

Said overlord was giving him a large smirk, eyes lidded and teeth glinting from the minuscule light coming in from under his hotel’s door. His expression was one that told him he was about to get on Husk’s last nerve… he wanted to kiss that look right off his face.

Alastor closed the gap between them, purposely bumping their noses together. “My Dear sweet Husker. There’s no need to be shy! I had no idea you were so insecure. I’ll make sure to be more considerate of your feelings in the future.”

That little shit. He was teasing him! He had some fucking nerve.

Husk wasn’t about to let Alastor make fun of him. He was purposely trying to rile him up because he went all googly-eyed over him. It wasn’t his fault he fell in love with the guy! What right did he have to take advantage of that?

He made sure to give Alastor the stink eye and a very displeased noise that was definitely threatening and not at all pathetic. Okay, it was kind of pathetic. He was flustered, okay? It was tough to control his body when his instincts had a mind of their own!

Alastor beat him to the punch, making any thought of retaliation fly right out the window by gently nudging their noses together. “My Darling, don’t look so cross. I’m only teasing you!” 

Hah, Husk fucking knew it! The bastard.

The radio demon moved to press his face into Husk’s neck, his shoulders shaking with his laughter. 

Husk would have throttled him if he wasn’t currently trying not to combust. He was used to Alastor touching him, but this felt different. They were dating. It felt intimate when it really wasn’t. Was it? Oh shit… 

Normally he’d push him away, but it suddenly felt like the wrong thing to do. As if this was a moment he shouldn’t… couldn’t ruin. 

It was getting increasingly hard to not do anything, especially when the huffing breath against his neck was making him twitch. He was ticklish, and if Alastor ever found out he’d be screwed.

Okay, he had to move. He didn’t have to stop touching him, but he did have to stop chuckling into his neck. “Al, buddy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you gotta stop.” He leaned back, arms moving behind him to support his weight. 

Alastor let him go, laughter dying out as soon as Husk had distanced himself. “Oh? Have I gone too far? Did I offend you?” 

Husk shook his head, “Nah, not that you’d give two shits about offending anybody. Too far is never far enough for you. I’m just gonna have to get used to all of this…” He quickly cut the other off when he saw his mouth open to question him. “I’m not used to all this touchy-feely crap!”

Alastor gave him a wide-eyed stare. “I’m quite certain I touch you very often, my fine feathered feline. I’ve always been very affectionate with you. What is making this so difficult for you?” 

Well, he had a point. “Okay, look. I know nothings actually changed. It just feels different now that we’re together. I don’t know how else to explain it… Like I said. I just have to get over it.”

“Hmmmmm… Righto! Then I suppose we’ll just have to get you used to it!” Alastor leaned forward, his knee coming up to rest on the mattress between Husk's legs. The mattress dipped at the added weight, bringing Husk up slightly.

Husk blanched, too startled to question what Alastor was doing as the overlord wrapped an arm around his waist. “Stay still, my Dear. We’ll solve this little dilemma of yours in no time at all!” As he spoke, his head came down to nuzzle his face into Husk’s chest fur. 

This resulted in Husk arching his back to better accommodate for the body suddenly clinging to him.

Why was this happening to him? Was he being blessed or punished? 

This felt an awful lot like a fucking punishment. 

Is this what he got for being a dumbass?

Alastor's free hand moved to rest on top of his own. “Husker, my Darling… your heart is beating very fast.”  He could practically hear the smug smirk in his sweetheart's tone.

He could live with it...

[thedeathdeelers]

The Bobby talking to Rose about the boys before she passes fic will be dropped this Thursday 😊-🌙 also love you imène 🥺

(Ok I’m exposing my emo days but but bring me to life by evanescence actually works for all the boys and juke hahah I meant it as a joke at first because lol “bring me to life” but then I was !! actually 👀 like look:

“Without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold” (aka the dark room, the fact his physical body is in the ground in a cemetery) “until you find it there and lead it back home” (literally until julie plays their CD, until she hugs them after the Orpheum, until they become a family for each other - home isn’t a place it’s a person and it’s Julie)

“Wake me up, Wake me up inside, save me” it’s a callback to Wake Up, the boys brought music back into her life and she brought them back to (a kinda) life

“Call my name and save me from the dark...Save me from the nothing I’ve become” in this case julie awakening them is by calling them through their music, she revives their memory and takes them from the dark room. Also Luke always wanted that musical connection with the audience and Julie gives him the chance to feel that again, except by her saving him she doesn’t only give the boys their names back - she becomes music for him specifically

“Now that I know what I’m without, you can’t just leave me” Julie to the boys (and a lot towards Luke) after the orpheum, she throws herself at him without thinking because yeah she’s music to luke but he’s every musical experience she’s ever had. He introduced her to rock! Luke found music, Julie found who creates its melody.

“Breathe into me and make me real” Luke to Julie when he responds by catching her, he just wants to hold the girl he loves more than music and some part of him hopes he can leave behind some impression of himself in her life to prove he’s always been real and his feelings are real

“Frozen inside without your touch without your love darling / Only you are the life among the dead” Luke to Julie - they can’t touch and they shouldn’t fall in love but she’s the realest thing in the world to him and he might be dead but he only sees how she makes everything feel better more alive than before

“Kept in the dark but you were right in front of me” Julie not knowing the music she grew up with was actually Luke’s, he was always in her life she could feel that connection she just didn’t know what she was looking for

”don’t let me die here there must be something more” the orpheum - the boys wanting that second chance at life, love and friendship and music breaking the realms of time. Luke knowing if the band is back, if he can touch julie, maybe...just maybe he’s allowed to hope for more...for her to bring them to life

HI MOONON love u too 🥺

I’m sorry for the late reply but i am eXCITED TO READ ANYTHING YOU’VE WRITTEN!!!!!

also lmao!!! i love it! i’ve been listening to some of my older stuff as well, and my music taste has always been 10/10 tbh

but damn you really went in with the analysis, and it’s super fitting

“now that i know what i’m without” is such a strong line tho because she now knows what it’s like to have that one person whose soul perfectly aligns with hers - imagine having the chance to experience that only to have the person ripped away from you before your very eyes? that’s just??? :( it’s a kids show, they say

like she’s lived life for a whole year without music and we can see at the very start of the show how reserved and idk- dull her light is? but then she plays wake up and she’s alive again. so her life without music was already not much of a life

now she’s had the embodiment of music for her thrust into her life - what would it be like without it? without him?

ughhh every point you made is so good but if i were to get into every comment this would turn into a thesis

(kept in the dark but you were right in front of me = hell yes he was always there, she just didn’t know it AAHH)

[amazingmsme]

Hide and go Hammock

AN: Cheesy title I know, but this fic is so damn cute & full of love! I really recommend watching Raising Hope if you haven’t already. It’s on Hulu & is hands down one of the funniest shows ever created, & is pretty progressive especially for when it came out. Tagging @secretblog1212 cause they’re the only other person I know who likes this show. Without further ado, here’s my extremely self indulgent fic.

Jimmy couldn't be happier now that he and Sabrina were together. She was the girl of his dreams, and definitely way out of his league. She was beautiful, smart, funny, just everything about her was so endearing, especially all her quirks. She might've been embarrassed, but he thought it just made her cuter. But there were some that she wasn't afraid to show, even in front of other people. Short little snippets from their relationship on full display no matter where they were.

See, Sabrina was a very hands on type of person. She was a tactile learner, always talked using her hands, and she liked knowing how things felt, so you could catch her running her palm over an interesting looking surface. It only made sense for that to transfer to their relationship.

At first Jimmy was shocked at just how handsy she could be. As it turns out, the small brunette could be quite possessive. While she may not like kissing in public, she had no qualms with showering him with physical affection. Especially once she found out just how ticklish he is. 

She was utterly delighted the first time she poked his side and heard him squeal. She'd made a game out of attacking him at random times no matter where they were, and that was before they started dating. Now, she was truly a monster.

Jimmy was watching tv with Hope, zoning out as she watched Spongebob. Sabrina walked into the living room, spotting her boyfriend from behind the couch.

"Hey Jimmy," she said, expecting to get his attention. When he didn't respond, she smirked, creeping up behind him. She leaned down and blew a loud raspberry on his neck, immediately drawing him out of his head and back to reality as he burst into giggles.

"Whahat?" he asked as she pulled away, rubbing his neck.

"I said your name but you ignored me," she justified.

"Oh come on, you know I zone out! If you say my name less than three times that's on you," he said, as though that would suffice. She placed her hands on her hips, "Oh is that so?"

That was weird, her voice was different. Why was her voice different? That usually meant-

He whipped around to look at her, a fearful look in his eyes. Her hands were already held out in front of her in the shape of a claw. He scrambled to his feet, making sure to keep the couch between them. Hope looked at her Dad, wondering what he was doing.

"Now wait a minute."

"Okay, what am I waiting for?" she asked. Jimmy furrowed his brows, not expecting her to be so patient. "Uhhh," while he was distracted, Sabrina lunged to the side, ready to go around the couch and grab him. He jumped into action, moving to keep the same distance around the couch. Hope curled in the corner to watch, a bright smile on her face.

Jimmy's smile was just as wide, if a bit nervous. Sabrina faked left before dashing around the other side, causing Jimmy to nearly run right towards her. He caught himself at the last second and spun around, dashing towards the kitchen. If it weren't for Sabrina's short legs, she would've had him.

Unfortunately for Jimmy, his parents were in the already crowded kitchen. Virginia watched him dash by her with a puzzled and judging look before going back to her plate of nachos. Even more unfortunate, Burt was blocking the other doorway. He saw his son coming and took a crouched stance, blocking his path intentionally now.

"Ooo, are we playing ball-less football again?" he asked.

"Dad move!" he yelled, shoving past him as Sabrina dashed past Virginia, hot on his heels. She ducked down and ran underneath his arm before either of them could even think to ask what was happening.

Burt blinked a few times, looking to Virginia for answers she didn't have. "What was that all about?"

"Beats me. Maybe they're twitterpatient like in Bambi," she guessed. Burt looked over his shoulder in the direction that they ran.

"Yeah, that must be it."

Jimmy was no track star, but at least he was fast enough to not get caught. He'd made it outside and was met with a dead end. The yard was small and mostly barren with few places to hide. He could hear her footsteps getting closer from inside the house. Time was running out quick.

He scanned the yard, eyes landing on their hammock. Perfect. He dashed over and flopped inside, wrapping the extra fabric around himself to hide.

Sabrina burst out the back door, surveying the empty yard. There was no way he had enough time to try jumping the fence, so he had to be somewhere. She started slowly making her way around the yard. "Jimmyyyy, come out come out wherever you are," she taunted. Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stretch himself inside the hammock so that it would look empty rather than weighed down by a human sized lump.

Sabrina checked the bushes by the house, and when those were empty, she ventured further into the yard.

"Y'know, not many places to hide, so you might as well come out now. It'll be a lot easier for both of us." She jumped behind the large tree in their yard, certain he'd be hiding there. "Huh, better at hiding than I thought," she mused to herself. She was about to check behind another tree when she noticed the hammock swaying slightly. That's strange, there's not much of a breeze.

She smirked to herself, aimlessly wondering towards the hammock. "If you come out I'll go easy on you." Jimmy didn't buy that for a second.

Sabrina now stood in front of the hammock, arms folded across her chest.

"Hm, I wonder where he could be."

She sounded close, too close. Jimmy held his breath, hoping she couldn't hear his rapid heartbeat.

"I guess I should just give up," she sighed heavily in defeat. Before he could relax at her mock surrender, she grabbed the sides of the fabric and pulled it open. "Peekaboo!"

He let out a loud scream and tried to jump out, but Sabrina was faster and climbed in on top of him. She leaned in and said, "Found you." He was already giggling with anticipation. He held her hands up, wiggling her fingers so he could see. He squirmed underneath her, sucking in his stomach to try and get away. She dove in, retreating before she made contact and making Jimmy jerk and his laughter increase. She repeated the action. And again. And again.

"Plehehease," he giggled. She cocked her head, feigning innocence.

"Please what Jimmy? You have to be specific."

"Juhust get it over with!" Her grin turned feral and he could've swore her eyes flashed with something evil.

"Well since you asked so nicely," she said sweetly. She took her time rolling his shirt up. He was already giggling up a storm, and he tried to pull his shirt back down. She gently smacked his hand away. Jimmy let out a giggly whine, moving his hand to hide his face instead. It was a shame that he didn't see the absolutely loving look she gave him then.

She raked her nails down his sides, making him jump at the touch. He burst into giggles, squirming beneath her. She started out light and fluttery, knowing the longer she kept this up the more sensitive and giggly he would become. That's when the real fun started.

"Are you gonna keep hiding?" she asked. Without moving his hands, he nodded. "Aw but I wanna see your cute giggly face!" she teased, drawing shapes on his stomach. He sucked in, trying to get as far away from her fingers as he could, but she just followed his movements.

"You're sohoho mean!" he cried out. Her jaw dropped in shock.

"Oh I'm mean? I'll show you mean," she growled in his ear. His hand came flying down, his eyes wide and a large grin was spread across his face.

"Nohohohoooo I'm sorry!" he tried pleading.

"Too late babe." She began tapping her nails against the skin. "Guess what shape I'm drawing," she smirked, knowing how much this drove him crazy.

"Noooo you know I hahahate thihis," his words were swallowed by his giggles as she started tracing. Sabrina chuckled evilly.

"You have to guess," she coaxed.

"Hehehexagon!" he cried out. She sucked in a breath through her teeth.

"Ooo sorry. It was a trapezoid." Jimmy threw his head back in defeat, knowing what was to come.

"Please let me try again."

"You know the rules Jimmy." She didn't sound sorry in the slightest.

"Yeah I know the rules but can't you just bend them a little?" he tried to bargain.

"Aw but that's no fun! But you know what is fun?" She didn't wait for him to answer before she exclaimed, "This!" And with that she dug into the muscle on his stomach, kneading and scribbling everywhere she could reach. Jimmy immediately fell into hysterics. He was always terrible at holding back his laughter, one thing Sabrina absolutely adored about him. His hands came flying down and latched onto her wrists, though he didn't push her away. Simply held on as he was lost to his laughter. That didn't last long either, as the sensation was too much to bear and he tried to get away, desperately pushing against the loose fabric of the hammock to get away. This proved harder than he thought. Being suspended in the air meant there was nothing for him to use to adjust his position, thus causing him to sink farther in the hammock.

"Aw what's the matter Jimmy? You're not trying to get away are you?" she asked. She pinched up and down his sides, squeezing at his hips and making him snort loudly.

"Nohoho!" Jimmy answered, going back to hide his face in the crook of his arm.

"You better not be, you know what I'll do once I catch you again," she warned, skittering her nails up his sides and crawling up his ribs before resting right as they reached his pits. He twitched, about to bring his arms down, but Sabrina stopped him.

"Try and keep your arms up," she said. He let out a mix between a whine and a laugh.

"Ihihi cahan't!"

Sabrina rose a brow, "You can try. Here, I'll go slow." She began circling his hallows with a feather light touch. Jimmy's bubbly giggles spilled forth from his lips, squeezing his eyes shut. Sabrina grinned to herself, adding a few more fingers to the tracing. His laughter grew stronger and he gripped the sides of the hammock to keep from slamming his arms down.

Suddenly without warning, she drilled her thumbs in the center of each underarm. He let out a loud shrill scream of laughter, glueing his arms to his sides. He tried to curl in a ball, thrashing from side to side. His legs kicked out behind Sabrina, and she struggled to keep her balance.

"I'll stop if you lift your arms up. My hands are kinda trapped," she emphasized her point by wiggling her hands where they were stuck underneath his arms, making him snort between giggles.

"Nohoho, you'll juhust keep tickling mehehe." Well, he wasn't wrong...

"Look, I'm not doing it anymore." She stilled her wicked fingers to earn back his trust. He was skeptical, he had fallen victim to her deception many times before. Regardless, he tested it. Only for her to go right back to tickling. Jimmy's thrashing coupled with the floppy and tipsy nature of hammocks finally caused Sabrina to lose her balance, falling forward onto Jimmy. But that still didn't stop her.

"Plehehease hahahave mehercy!" he begged.

"Not yet. One last thing, then I'm done. Promise." Using her new position to her advantage, she latched her lips onto the side of his neck, blowing a loud raspberry. Jimmy practically screamed in laughter before falling into silent hysterics as she continued to blow smaller raspberries all over his neck. As she backed off, he regained his voice as his titters trailed off. Just because she felt like it, she ran her tongue along his neck drawing out one final squeal. She looked up at him with dreamy eyes, snuggling deeper into his chest and nestling in beside him.

"I love you," she said.

Jimmy smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I love you too."

As he caught his breath, they just laid there and watched the clouds.