#im thanking you all right back. wouldnt have had it any other way <3

[drabbles-of-writing]

I'm not going anywhere, for the record.

I haven't been posting for quite a long time, and I know it's gotten slow. But I'm still here! Updates are slow, but they are coming. Believe me, I'm not leaving this place for a longggg time. I have so many asks to answer, so many wips to post, and I'm still going to finish A Little Kindness. I'm sticking around, and it's staying that way for a good while.

The Owl House that has given me friendships and inspiration I never would've had otherwise. I owe a lot to this show, to Dana Terrace, and everyone who worked on it. I can't find myself to mourn it, only wave it goodbye and say thank you. And the people I've met through this show have been so overwhelmingly kind, I can't feel nothing but bittersweet. All good things gotta end eventually, y'know? It was an amazing ride while it was here, but that doesn't mean I'm leaving anytime soon.

Happy finale, everybody.

[basil-does-arttt]

hold on wait a second i had a thought

in the DLC prolouge cutscene for DMC 5, when Vergil is in that stone passageway area, he says "its nearly time" (in reference to him splitting himself in half).

We know what day it happens, april 30th. The date is shown in Nero's flashback scene. This is of course assuming Vergil did all that on the same day, which i think is what happened. (He could open a portal to his house to travel, and why would he wait any longer and risk dying first?)

Anyway. Thats not my point, my point is: did he choose to do it on this day on purpose? Is this date special?

Im overanalyzing here so this may be a stretch, but: Could that be the day Eva died? Think about it. Him splitting himself was a "rebirth" of sorts: discarding his humanity to become a full demon in search of ultimate power.

Vergil being stabbed by those demons the day Eva died could also be counted as a kind of rebirthing for him: In the span of a few hours, he lost everything. His family, his life. And maybe even, his full humanity, as he gained his DT form in that moment too (shown by him having the same triggered-style eyes Dante uses when threatening V toward the start, also (half)triggered.) No longer was he a mere human boy, but now half a devil - the things that killed his family - too.

Knowing Vergil, it could make sense. In DMC 3 he's quite proper and a bit sentimental, much more so than Dante and i can see him caring more for these kinds of niche details in his life a lot more than Dante too. I also think he may have still been in that mindset when coming out of the Nelo Angelo body (however that happened), in a way that he hasnt really grown or matured while he was Nelo Angelo due to all the mind-fuckery performed thanks to Mundus.

(Could also be clarification for the reason Vergil still looks so young, quote "because of how much time he's spent in the underworld compared to Dante". He didnt live there, certainly not by choice. But he was captured and tortured by Mundus for 10 years. My thoughts is that he's technically still in his teenage body, as becoming Nelo Angelo and being in the underworld for so long thanks to Mundus halted (or at least very significantly slowed) the aging process. Time could move slower in hell but thats a rant for another time, ive gone off track.)

As such, him choosing such a special (traumatic) date to essential commit suicide on doesnt seem like much of a reach to me. Vergil has always been methodic. He doesn't do things hap-hazardly and never has, even as Nelo Angelo when he invites Dante outside to set up a proper fight rather than just taking the opportunity and attacking in the bedroom.

Of course you can argue it was coincidence, and he just stumbled across Nero by chance and decided to do it right then and there. He had to have found Nero first of all, figured out his plan of attack (probably so he wouldnt draw unwanted attention and possibly be stopped), then actually put it into motion. He couldnt exactly control the date Nero happened to be in the right place at the right time and gave him an opening. Im not trying to convince or anything, just sharing ideas, But wouldn't it just be so in character for april 30th to be a special date for him??

Overall i at least think the reason he chose to do it at the house was intentional for reasons stated above. If it wasnt, then why didn't he just... idk, find an alleyway or something and split himself there?

Those are my thoughts. Id love to hear other people's theories and such on this too.

(EDIT: I REALIZED THE MOMENT HE SPLITS HIMSELF ALSO PROBABLY HAPPENS AT A SPECIFIC TIME AS WELL, NAMELY 6:00 PM.

It mustve taken him some time to get back to the house. Not hours, but not seconds. 15 minutes seems like a good amount of travel time for someone who can teleport using portals alongside a bit of walking. If he got there early he could've just waited too.

A specific date, april 30th, and at (likely) exactly 6:00pm. In VOV while it is black and white, i assume the attack happened late into the evening, since the sky is dark when he gets back to the house a bit later. Idk how he would've known that it was exactly 6:00 but... anyway, Mundus also seems like the type of guy to plan shit, especially an attack like he did to Eva and the twins, if that whole "eva died on april 30th" thing was true.)

[cupoftaae]

9 with Yoongi please😍😍😍

"and why are you so jealous" x YOONGI

warnings- angst, swearing, drinking, references to hookups, yoongi is a fuck boyyyy

A/N- sorry for the late posting, I hope you enjoy sweetheart! <3

You sat outside the bar in the front seat of your car, eyeing the drunk people leaving as the clock read nearly 3am.

Yoongi, your roommate, had called you a bit prior, asking if you could so graciously drive his drunk ass back home. You agreed, well, because you are desperately in love with the fucker, even if he pissed you off.

the thing is, you didnt mind doing shit for him, but he was just an asshole most times. Yoongi wasnt the kind of guy who would date someone like you, he was out every weekend with his friends at some bar and probably hooking up with any girl within a 5 mile radius who'd let him.

You would let your hopes rise again anytime he did something for you, the expectations were on the floor, considering the action of him helping you clean the apartment would fluster you.

"okay, I gotta go baby"

you looked out the window, seeing yoongi walking towards your car with some drunk chick hanging off of him

"you'll call me right?" she whined, hands holding his shirt

"of course I will, first thing tomorrow" he grinned, helping her off to one of her friends.

You smirked because you knew his ass was not calling her back.

thats how yoongi was, thats the kind of person you fell for, and it wasnt this behavior that made you fall- it was all the way back to 8 months ago, when you and yoongi visited his mother in the hospital, youve never seen him so vulnerable, you held him in your arms as he cried about all of his fears.

It was tragic yet beautiful to see someone who puts on a front all the time, finally break.

You stayed against him like glue during that time, which ultimately resulted in an emotionally constipated hook up between you both.

Neither of you mentioned it ever again, especially when not too long after that he started going out on weekends again- forgetting you.

"sorry for making you pick me up...." he mumbled, crawling into the passenger seat.

"'s okay...I dont mind" you shrug, starting the car again

you felt his eyes on you, a small shiver going down your spine as you forced yourself to pay attention to the road.

"you have fun tonight?" you tried to speak, avoiding his glances.

"you look really pretty, why are you so dolled up?" he asked, voice soft

You were a bit taken back, yoongi never spoke about you like this, even in his drunk state.

"thank you..?...im not dolled up...im just wearing a shirt and jeans, I fell asleep in my work outfit."

he smiled, "oh...well its cute" his hand reached over to play with your hair a little, making you jump

"yoongi-"

"what?"

You took a breath and tried to just stay quiet until you pulled against the curb outside of the apartment, parking the car.

neither of you got out yet

"why are you still staring at me?" you mumbled, turning on the car light to grab your phone that had fallen beneath your seat.

He shrugged, "because I wanna kiss you" his voice slurred

You sat up quickly, head banging against the steering wheel "wh- fuck!"

His eyes widened "shit, you okay?" he reached a hand out

"im fine! dont...touch me" you managed to speak, turning the light off. "what makes you suddenly want to kiss me, yoongi?"

"i dont know you look cute, its not a big fucking deal" he chuckled, eyes still trailing your body

You waited a moment to gather your thoughts, "actually it is, because you say that to every girl you meet, you told that girl you'd call her and I know you wont. You cant keep treating young girls like this, yoongi. Its wrong, we get attached easily and we dont appreciate being led on."

He smirked, "okay...and why are you so jealous?"

You choked "jealous??"

"yeah, jealous"

"im not fucking jealous, yoongi, im mad that you think this is okay behavior."

"and if there were no other girls you wouldnt have reacted the way you just did- in face, I bet you would kiss me in a heartbeat." he spoke

"youre a dick, you know that?"

he nods, smirking

"proud of that?"

"meh" he shrugged

You bit the inside of your cheek and felt a wave of emotion come over you. You realized that he will never change, hes not yours and probably never will be, and you are wasting your time waiting for the yoongi from 8 months ago to come back.

"go fuck yourself" you got out and slammed the car door, leaving him behind.

His eyes sadly watched you walk away, he mentally cursed himself for fucking up again.

He knew he would never have you, and he was to blame.

[utterdrip]

hello im back (that anon who cant play bg3 herself but needs to Explode dekarios-style over her tav and astarion)

i wrote a full ask for axelias backstory to provide context but then i realized how long the ask would get . so here i am with half of what i need to rant over AJSJSJA

ANYWAYS axelia (my rogue tiefling who was a street urchin) and astarion are absolutely enemies to lovers in the same way shadowheart and lae'zel would be enemies to lovers !! they initially hate each other w a Passion but thats before they realize how eerily similar they are w their experiences and outlooks, and how the other can only really begin to understand why they behave the way they do

initially axelia hates astarion bc she has Issues with political figures (the start of her Trauma is bc of one bribed politician that fucked her already poor family over .) and while she wouldnt admit it easily she had a bias AJSJAJAJJ the only thing she really cared about when she got out of the nautiloid was to get back to her younger sister (hope). astarion would pick up on the friction pretty quickly and sass her right back the most to the point where its honestly a routine for them to fight and the only thing missing is either of them copying shadowheart and laezel w the blade at the throat

however. axelia got to know more about astarion beyond his facade . what really was the first thing that made her empathize w This One Of All People is how they both really dont trust/like ppl who display themselves as a lawful hero AJSJAJJAJ she grew up as a street urchin who was forced into that position bc of a guy who pretended to be good, and nobody would help her, a starving dirty tiefling child whos providing for both her and her sister, without smth in return ? so yeah no she Fucking Gets It .

time passes on and she develops an old married couple dynamic w astarion AJJSJSJA like still bickering but more lighthearted as they learn to empathize more w each other. fast forward to him trying to seduce her for the first time and it was a "might as well happen" thing for her KWNRKSJAJA she felt comfy enough that she didnt see any reason to refuse, and she didnt want to admit it at the time but she was def growing more unironically fond of him and his company

the more she hears about astarions story the more she gets furious for him and determined to show him that there are people who will fight for him . its the protective kind of love that axelia doesnt even realize is whats happening. she just knows that above all else, cazador needs to Die and she'd be willing to risk her own safety just to help astarion see it through

by this time theyre in a relationship w no labels AJJSAAA basically act 2 relationship. theyre both not exactly sure what they are to each other but they both know they can rely on the other to actually Give A Shit about them. while they both still love to argue and Disrespect each other its the fun kind where they definitely know its just banter at this point that they can easily use to team up on the others <33

act 3 comes and while axelia also gets the fear behind astarion wanting to ascend so badly she also knows that thats not a decision hed be too proud of if he could see the consequences now AJSJAJAJ so ofc spawn route <33

this is already a super long ask and i apologize for that but thats roughly how i see them progressing if i could acrually play the game </3 i have more Thoughts but ill shut up for now AJSJSJAJA but thank you for reading all that if ever <33

-✨️ (new anon !)

SPARKLY NONNIE U HAVE MADE MT ENTIRE DAT KNOW THIS

axelia sounds like a fucking Deligjt and i empathize SO HARD. with distrusting political figures. astarion says magistrate and i tense up like a scared cat

it mustve been like whiplash for axelia tho!! him first acting all posh and haughty and “im a magistrate i put away trouble makers i do it sooooo often its boooooring to talk about” and then. hes like okay so if u had to die. how would u want to die. are u cool if i just like drain the baddies we kill. can i please please pleeeease open this door to creatures fucking i wanna see what they look like and make fun of them. like this little fop being the most bastard gremlin of a man is everything to me

honestly playful bickering is So Important to me like if u cant chat the shit with your partner, if you cant make fun of yourself with and for them its just boring imo.

i wonder—how does she begin to start opening up to him as well? like is there a specific catalyst do u think? like i feel like her having a protective anger over astarion would make him be like ????we are barely more than strangers why do—oooooooooohhhhh you have siblings. dont you (disdainfully)

idk im just throwing shit at the wall bht im adoring this i reallt hope ur able to make it a reality sooner!!!!!!

[idyllic-affections]

Oh my! There seem to be a war in this blog. How interesting, wanna know what i do with wars? I fuel the flames ;)

CUE ‘VILLAIN’ BY BELLA POARCH

*pulls out a power point presentation* Hi there! Today allow me to give you 3 top reasons why you should pull for Xiaoyun!

1. Xiaoyun is a good support for Xiao!

As you have said in an old post, you are a Xiao main and he has been sadly being underused (from what i see). Xiaoyun is to be said a good support for Xiao, so people will start using him more with Xiaoyun buffing him. So wouldnt you want your dear boy to have someone to give him good support? Xiaoyun is a good old friend of his and wouldnt you want to have Xiao have a friend fighthing by his side just like back when he was still with the other Five Yakshas when they were alive? Your Xiao would definitely like it (although he would probably be a bit of a tsuntsun at first)

2. Let Xiaoyun fight alongside her daughters! (Also her friends but were focusing on the family aspect first!)

While idk if you have Shenhe and Ganyu but wouldnt it be cute to have the adepti family together? Imagine Xiaoyun fighthing side by side with her daughters as they take down any foe that comes their way! With Shenhe buffing Ganyu and Xiaoyun buffing Xiao, the four of them would be unstoppable! Dont you want to have Xiaoyun see how much her daughters have grown stronger? I think she would be pretty proud of herself but that cant happen if you dont get her yk? Also lets not forget about Zhongli and Yaoyao! If Zhongli joins the team, im sure he will be reminded that he does have someone to share osmanthus wine with, even if everyone is not here. And dont you remember that Xiaoyun had taken such a liking to Yaoyao that she made Yuegui just for her, im sure Xiaoyun will be happy that Yuegui is working as intended!

3. The Mama Xiaoyun series

We all want this and you cant deny this, just like how Kaveh have his dad series, Xiaoyun will gonna have her mama series that you said will come when she is released. You also said you need to have her voicelines and such to understand her so wouldnt it be a perfect to get her to understand her character more? We need to see more cute mama Xiaoyun and [name] posts please! Also idk if im correct but im pretty sure Xiaoyun is a better parent than Arle (please dont kill me bc i havent played the Fontaine Archon Quest yet but from what i’ve seen, Arle is too sus of a parent that i just have mixed feelings about her)

And that is the end of my presentation, thank you for listening and i hope you make the right choice :)

- 😼 Anon

(Ok but jokes aside, pull her if you really want to. If you think you could grind more primogems for Arle, then go ahead, if you dont think you can, then dont since you could always wait for Xiaoyun’s rerun. As to quote a certain stellaron hunter, “When you have a chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret”)

(Also I love your Huohuo younger sibling post, glad to know you expanded on the idea)

NOT THE LITTLE DEVIOUSLY SMILING CAT EMOJI HELPLSJDKSGJG

xianyun would buff my team IN GENERAL and she can be built as a healer.... which means..... if i WANTED to...... i could remove kokomi (she's mainly only there to heal my xiao during his burst) and restructure my team entirely........ AND xianyun's healing is based off of her attack....... which means she can do DamageTM and heal simultaneously.......... and her healing follows the on field character...... oughgh. it's like xianyun was designed specifically to target ME *head in hands*

i don't acually have shenhe, ganyu, or zhongli haha. only yaoyao! i was going to pull for zhongli but i don't like shielders much. they would all be so cute together though you're right fr i won't deny that

no you're right LMAOOOO arlecchino is actually a very bad father. i just like to pretend she's not 😇 i believe she DOES genuinely care about her children, but she also grooms them into being blindly loyal to her and the house of the hearth family. So. yeahhh....... xianyun is DEFINITELY a better parent than she is........

(tbh i was probably always going to pull for xianyun. i can't even lie haha--i would see her banner and i would NOT be able to resist. she's just designed perfectly for my team and i love her character. there's no telling if i would actually like arlecchino's playstyle, even if she does become playable. i would probably still pull for her, but it helps when i like the playstyle AND the character.

also, i'm glad you like the huohuo post!!!! she is very dear to me <3)

[alarming-prism]

i saw your response to the ask about a fic u wanted more positive engagement on and i just want u to know i read that when i didnt have an ao3 account and have been searching for that fic FOREVER like it drove me so crazy it was so good. like im the type who usually only reads happy endings but it literally plagued my thoughts for MONTHS it was so good.... their relationship was so deliciously awful i think its peak representation of fq during their era of nothing but raw hurt and festering resentment from misunderstandings and all the outside factors stressing them out.... so excited to watch fxmq irreparably hurt and damage each other.... also yes the writing was a bit confusing but like in a good way,,,, like if it had been less vague and more clear i feel like it wouldnt have been as enjoyable bc that writing style really fit the vibe of the story, it kind of pulled it all together ykwim? like i really loved how u wrote it i think it was perfect as is, i cant think of a single possible thing that could make it even better.... yeah, tbh just for all your fics, u have this way of setting a kind of atmosphere throughout that just really brings the whole story together, like i noticed it in the mq toy store employee fic and the broken threads fic too. im not articulate enough to identify or describe what it is exactly that u do, but u do it sososososoooooo well it drives me crazy. youre amazing <33 ok ummmm i love all your writing and i will easily wait another 10 years for a hint of a second chapter for this fic or any other works by u, so please take your time without worry, i hope u have an amazing day/night, byeeee :3 <3

i'll have you know that i had a super rough day yesterday + i'm currently sick rn and when i got this ask i started to tear up. you get me and you get exactly what i'm going for. i understand wanting happy endings but i'm also desperate to explore the part of fengqing that's in continuous conflict not through any fault of their own but because of their circumstances + who they are as people,, and i know that's not for everyone but it makes me so happy that you understand what i'm trying to do here lmao.

i think i'll legitimately have to rethink my entire life if it takes me ten years to finish the second chapter, but i just checked my fic tracking doc and i started it back in february so uhh. i can't make any promises but this did make me open up that doc again and nanowrimo is coming up so i'll have to work on something or other. and every time i actually start thinking about this fic again i start to go insane. i think last time i worked on it i made myself cry? i'm definitely just oversharing at this point but.

idk just. thank you so much for sending such a long, heartfelt ask. it made a shitty day infinitely better. i hope you have an amazing day/night right back <3

[gyutopia]

hiii!! i was the anon that did the bh review! im glad you liked it! ^^ i hope you have a great day too :>

butttt im here to say a bit more ! 😣 i really loved both bh and og and im definitely a yapper,, i hope this isnt too much.

first im a bit confused as to why Anyone would want to bash jw's character-- judging off the last two anon asks but i think thats the same person. im still proud of my decision to label jw as mature, he loved and cared for yn really well, so i know why he reacted the way he did. i personally think he opened yn's eyes, bringing her into a new world so that she wouldnt have to stay in her same mindset. that night of the party, when they first met, im really glad he stayed with yn in the hospital. that was such a nice gesture considering the fact he could see yn needed somebody. he stayed by her side in og and i respect him for that. jay made me mad when he said "you dont know shit" because, how would anyone besides jake and his friends 'know shit' if jake just left with no explanation, not even a text back. i found it pathetic how jakes character felt guilt, and then chose substance abuse. i appreciate the fact he flew back home for yn, though.. even though she wasnt there. maybe the only reason why im mad at the substance abuse is cus i know people that have detached themselves from me and life in general because of that, but i partly understand jake. im glad he was aware of what his behavior caused for yn, and he was definitely shocked but he couldve handled it better. this isnt towards you as the writer but more to jakes character: theres so many other healthy alternatives to drinking/smoking. i know it was for an escape though, and im thankful jay told him to stop. back to jk's bday- yn & her friends had every right to act the way they did. it just made me confused why jk had seen yn in that state, but still decided to spam her texts.. if he only did it at the sudden appearance of her, what held him back from doing it any other time? (rhetorical question, ik the reason) when yn suddenly went to jk in bh, i somewhat understood what she could've been feeling. its hard to forgive someone that goes back to a person that they know isnt good/hurt them, but a lot of people dont take attachment into consideration. yn grew up with jake. of course she'd go back to him if she wasnt in the right mindset. and again, jw acted very maturely. how could yn just get up and go to the exact man she said she got over? (rhetorical question) i like that jw didnt forgive her immediately, and i Loved that he pushed yn away when she came crying about what jake had said when they had kbbq. im glad jw noticed all the negative traits of yn, and its great that he made yn aware of them. he acted like a true man in bh. and when he said something along the lines of "he (jake) doesnt know you like i do," i think that was eye-opening. it really made yn realize jake is in the past. i feared yn would choose jake in the beginning but jw's words were very impactful.

this is way longer than i thought oopsiee! i hope its okay im saying more. a lot slipped my mind as i wrote though so i might be back with something else

omg don’t apologize i love your thoughts!! keep them coming hehe <3

i agree with everything you said 100%!! jungwon from the start only cared for y/n,,,,he didn’t have to sit in the hospital with her, didn’t have to stick around after and love her the way he did. as for jay you’re saur right bestie, he was picking a fight for no reason bc like you said how would they know?? jake didn’t even bother to respond to a single text so truthfully y/n + her friends had every right to be mad

jake definitely could’ve had better better coping mechanisms,,,,i think he really just wanted to forget because he knew deep down he couldn’t do much to fix what he had done so he leaned into drinking and smoking to help him forget/numb the loss of his best friend.

yes !!! jake and y/n were friends for 10 years, they saw each other at different stages of life and he was the only friend she had growing up which is why it stung even more when he left,,,she had to watch her classmates go to the movies together, senior events and grad parties while she was alone. obviously she’s going to go running back the second jake shows up. he’s all she’s ever known.

i really had to make sure jungwon was standing on business bc if he forgave her right away she would have continued to take him for granted and there would have been no character development. it was honestly so satisfying to write jungwon pushing her away when she came crying 😭 i think him telling her jake doesn’t know her anymore is what did it for her too, especially since he said it after jake sent the flowers

[dietcokeplease]

Bruh youre so fucking rude and if you hate me and my house so much just fucking LEAVE ALREADY

Also like nice job forgetting to remove me from the gc until AFTER you bitch about me

Like i fucking care, make me out as the bad guy to your friends as much as you want, i have receipts and im not the asshole here

This shit makes me wanna start a reddit so i can make a post on AITA and send it to yall lolol

"They treat us like squatters just cause we dont pay rent" UHHH number 1: not paying rent (or even contributing to the household in a positive way) makes you squatters lol, and number 2: we treat you like squatters cause you act like squatters

Like, youre not entitled to my kindness or charity, stop acting like entitled brats

I literally saved you from homelessness (by your own admission) by inviting you into my home rent-free, gave you your own spaces and helped decorate and shit and told you not to worry about money cause i wanted you to feel at home and be able to save money to get back on your feet, but also never imposed strict time limits on how long you could stay) and in return you treated my home like some shitty motel that you can just trash and not do anything to contribute to the household like you said you would

Nothing in this world is free, someone has to pay for it, so i end up paying for you to live here through utilities (which youve also raised significantly by never turning electronics/lights off and leaving the front door wide open all the time), ON TOP of buying you groceries, your medications, and a bunch of non-essentials like video games and shit cause you're depressed and apparently not being able to play the newest video game makes you actively suicidal

Ive also driven you to multiple dr appts on 3+ hour roundtrips, also on my own dime, and volunteered to give you weekly injections so that you didnt have to remember to take a pill every day

I put up with you being straight up rude to me (comparing me to your abuser all because i said i wouldnt go out of my way to fix a mess that you created, hello??) and this is the thanks i get??

Like, i even wrote out the nicest msg i could to be like hey pls stop being asshole roommates or you gotta go, with a detailed list of the shit you regularly pull, but i never sent it cause i was hoping that nicely asking about individual issues would be enough

Specific examples not included- REPEATEDLY using my nice steak knives as regular knives (for shit like peanut butter, cutting brownies, etc) and leaving them lying around dirty despite the fact that ive asked multiple times to AT LEAST clean them and put them away right away, vaping inside and allowing guests to vape inside despite knowing the STRICT no smoking rule, repeatedly using other peoples things without asking and not at least putting it back where found (perfume, toothpaste, cologne, socks, hair bleach etc etc), eating the last of other ppls food (one time i got a dozen donuts and ate two, then when i came back not even 6hr later, the entire box was empty and no one had said a word to me, i had bought them for my sister who was visiting, who didnt get to have any), using the last of the toilet paper and instead of letting someone know or getting more, using paper towels (like were you raised in a barn?? Paper towels cannot go in the toilet), losing the only garage key when you shouldnt have even had it with you in the first place, and more that i cant even think of rn

So if you "feel like [your] at war constantly" then maybe stop doing shit that you know is going to start fights, aka stop stomping all over my boundaries

[tonberry-yoda]

Ok so like i said before

Would you please make headcanons of the part 6 gang reacting to a male reader who is an alien like mikitaka

And who uses his ability to turn into jotaros disc and stop pucci

oh this is such a fun idea! it was super difficult to think of though, really gave me a challenge lol. i really loved it though and i hope you enjoy!!

Stone Ocean gang reacting to a reader who is an alien

Warnings - none!

Notes - none of the images below are mine. I really hope you like this and have a great day! this was a little difficult, so I hope i did okay!! FF is my favorite on here lol thanks for the request @lazyandannoying !!

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Jolyne Cujoh

miss gurl is baffled

at first she doesnt believe you

alien??? yeah right.

it takes a super flippin long time for her to believe you until y'all meet FF, who is a literal plankton and then everyone's like, 'oh yeah, they're definitely an alien' lolol

she would always ask you about other planets and why you came to earth

she would ask what stars are like and honestly, a lot of your conversations with her are super duper wholesome and it makes you a lot less homesick

i think because she's a girlboss (and a smart one too), she would come up with the idea for you to turn into a disk to trick Pucci and get her dad back, and its flawless

you honestly love jolyne (platonic or not, up to you) so much and are so thankful that she stepped into your life, even if the whole thing was crazy. you had some fun adventures together and you want to tell her all about the stars above

Ermes Costello

she thinks it's awesome

she definitely believed you right when you told her

at this point, nothing phases her

she thinks you're cool

she doesnt ask too many questions because to each their own honestly

she would just kinda find out new things about you along the way

when you end up saving everyone's asses, she is forever thankful to you, and honestly becomes the closest thing you have to family on Earth

Narciso Anasui

i think you would be a little ghost room rat with these hotties

emporio would've found you and let you live with Anasui and Weather, so you all became pretty close

anasui would ask you questions about the stars and let's be real, he's a zodiac gurl for sure, so he would ask you if the stars align for him and jolyne lmaoooo

at first tho, he thought you were messing with him because you were just another crazy prisoner

until you show off your powers and he's like woah, that aint no stand

he would love that you saved everyone because if it werent for you, he wouldnt have been able to get Jotaro's blessing

what a little rat omg

Weather Report

y'all become close

you're both quiet and weird, so it just fits

you plan on how you're gonna get out of jail together and stay up at night talking for hours

he asks about your old planet and is mesmerized by your powers

watching you trick pucci really showed how awesome you were and he knew he could trust you with anything

you guys have a crazy awesome bond

you two would protect emporio with your lives

Foo Fighters

TWINZZZZ

y'all would get along crazy well

doing weird stuff together

yall would probably try a napkin together and find out that it definitely isnt edible

they think you're so funny

you two would ask about each other's old lives and compare how weird it is

"maybe im an alien too" FF would giggle and just pull you close calling you their "alien twin"

its nice to find someone as equally weird so besides weather report, yall are stuck together for life

[yatsugareboyf]

awh those hc for atsushi & tanizaki hurt me in all the rights ways but they were also rlly soft and those are the writings i love the most, i kept on rereading it hehe

and i never realized how much i loved tanizaki until i came across those hcs so i thank you for awakening that for me <33

this request might seem to similar to the one the anon asked for so you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to, but can i ask for atsushi and tanizaki (separately) accidentally standing up their s/o on a date?? smth like they’re there for hours and the boys just don’t show up and their s/o just goes home? or they arrive just as their abt to leave?

and pls pls take care of yourself author-san we love u💗💗

sorry this might come late aaaaaaa anw thank u sm for this req (i never thought tht the tanizaki + atsu post would do well) i hope u enjoy, take care too ^^

hcs for atsushi and tanizaki accidentally standing up their s/o.

nakajima atsushi

like i said in the other post mentioned in the ask, he isnt the type of guy to forget dates or stand you up

he'd feel guilty and sad if he did yknow, esp if its on purpose. he wouldnt do tht to you

so let's say tht he had an urgent matter to attend to that popped up unexpectedly

he couldn't tell you over the phone because his phone is dead, and he couldn't borrow anyone else's because he'd only be rushed out of the agency to do this task

"im so sorry, y/n. ill try and make it on time." he says to no one in particular as he speeds up his pace to finish this mission as quick as he can

you, on the other hand, are all set to go to this new cafe down the block

it's been a while since he's taken you on a date, and it just so happens to be at a friday afternoon after your work/school and his work hours

usually he's the first one to arrive, but you show up first, and you didnt think much of it, he could be caught up with dazai again

aaaaand its been 30 mins and he hasnt shown up so you order something and decide to wait for him more, you know his work and how it can be.... weird... at times

you've finished your food by the time the sky turns dark and the cafe slowly loses its customers as its almost abt to close

its not tht late, probably around 7 pm, you lost track of time anyway

you were sad, but also confused because atsushi, the atsushi nakajima, had stood you up. out of all people?

since you dont wanna be kicked out by the employees, you left by yourself, leaving a tip for ur waitress who so kindly gave you an extra drink ("hey, i saw you kinda sad, so its on the house.")

on your way back home, you saw atsushi running towards you with a tired expression

"atsu? are you okay?" you worry abt his appearance, his shirt sleeves ripped up to his biceps and pants also ripped

"you're worrying abt me when im 3 hours late to our date? :("

"of course i am, who cares abt the date?? are you okay, are you injured?" even if you were bummed out abt the date, his well being came first to you, which made atsushi lowk tear up

he pulls you into a hug and keeps apologizing for being late, saying he'll make it up to you and whatnot but ur here fussing because he won't let you tend to him

y'all ended up watching a movie at home after he reluctantly let you patch him up and feed him

hes so happy tht you weren't mad at him like fr he was like "what if she hates me? what if she thinks im cheating?" on the way to the coffee shop 😔 my poor baby

tanizaki junichirou

i keep using naomi as his excuse but i really cant think of any other thing that can keep him away

naomi probably needed help for a project in school, so he left a bit earlier to go to help her in the library. 

when u woke up, juni wasnt there anymore, so you thought he was preparing for your cute little picnic date

u imagined him setting up a cute little blanket with fairy lights and candles like omg so romantic

so u were sooo excited !! u sent him a quick text saying that ure getting ready and u got up to heat up the food u both prepared the night before

with the basket in hand u walked to the park where u planned to set up

aaaand he wasnt there, like nothing

there were no fairy lights, no blanket, no candles, nothing

poor u, u thought he would already be setting up the date :((

so u called atsushi to see if he went to the agency 

“tanizaki-kun? he hasn’t been here since yesterday, i dont think he has a shift today, y/n-san. why do you ask?”

“oh... thank you, atsushi. i was just looking for him..”

“have you tried calling him?” 

“yeah but i think he has his phone turned off...”

ok anw

you waited like around 4 hours for him to show up :((

like u tried not to eat the food but damn u havent eaten so u ate like a few sandwiches and one of the yogurts you packed

until the sun went down and he still hasnt arrived

but he called you! 

“y/n, where are you? i just got home from the library...” 

“library? what were you doing in the library?”

“i was helping naomi with her project, i thought i told you?”

“well you forgot, and you also forgot we had a date today, im guessing?”

“... a date? what do- oh.. the picnic date we planned??? omg y/n i-im so sorry-”

“it’s fine, junichirou,” you sigh “ill just go home-”

“nononono! im coming there, wait for me, okay?”

“juni, it’s fine, really, ill just go home”

“nope, stay there, baby, im coming”

and he arrived with candles and fairy lights and take out from your favorite place :(((

so yeah he really just becomes clingy and apologizes a lot and makes it up to u :((

“y/n :((((( im sorry :((((((”

“i told u, its fine” 

[storytelling-timelord]

It’s not Stress

Request: I love ur writing so far!!! Cant wait till you blow up (my main goal….is to) on here !! Could i get a 👉👈 ten x reader where theyre great friends and y/n gives him a run for his money in taking charge (which makes him feel lowkey safe. Im thinking, to be very romantic and forward about it, he would like to hide his face in their stomach when hes feeling bad and would not be against the idea of them handling things for a while then instead of him. Basically its a “*she* takes care of *me*” situation) but the doctor has been slowly falling for them and it is starting to stress him out. Bcs of his view of them he Does Not want to confess because They Would Never Feel The Same (coming up with any and all reasons they wouldnt). This pressure has been building for a while, cause the feelings only seem to grow, and hes acting more and more Stressed About Something. Yn eventually notices and kind of unintentionally corners him on it. And yeah basically he is so fucking scared he just freezes up and emotions ensue……definitely let me know if this makes sense!!!!

WC: 2.8K

A/N: you ever just have a request that makes a million ideas run through your brain and then you’re writing it and suddenly you forget all of them? Cause ya me too! I do like this, but it wasn’t what I imagined and so I hope I did okay for you Anon? Thank you for requesting though <3 ha I struggled titling for WAY too long…

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You hate running, which is honestly quite ironic with how often you and the Doctor find yourselves needing a quick escape and right now, with that knowledge running through the Doctor’s brain, along with the fact you weren’t currently by his side, he was getting worried. She’ll be fine, he repeats in his mind as he turns down a corner, patting his pockets before pulling out his screwdriver to open the door in front of him.

He didn’t know what was waiting in the room before him but he didn’t expect to walk in on almost 10 angry aliens all looking at him like he killed their Queen. Although he kind of just accidentally did.

He turns back around, ready to make a run in the other direction before more aliens march down the hallway toward him.

He was trapped and he knew it. They had guns and weapons and he had his screwdriver but he was going to use it like his life depends on it, because it most certainly does.

“I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you.” He points his screwdriver to the oncoming aliens and when they get close enough and start shooting at him, he sonic’d the closest weapon. Sparks fly out of it only seconds before its dropped to the floor and the Doctor spins to sonic another weapon behind him and as soon as he does so, the weapons start to fall, the aliens attentions was turning to something besides the Doctor. He didn’t have time to question what it was before the familiar whirring sound he knows and loves echo against the metal walls of the room. The Doctor turns one final time to face the blue of the TARDIS appearing right across the room. The other aliens stand stunned as the door opens and the Doctor smiles.

It was you, coming to save the day.

After you, the next thing he sees is the gun in your hands as you shoot back at an alien who shot you. The Doctor can’t look away from you, his arms falling by his side and he can’t tear his smile from his face.

You manage to take out a couple of the aliens before you were ready to get out of there, only to realize the Doctor still isn’t onboard. He was just standing in the middle of the action, watching you. What a rather confusing look he was giving you as well. “Well, don’t just stand there and look pretty, Doctor!” You shout at him and pull him from his trace. You gesture over your shoulder to the open doors of your home. “Get in!”

His feet had never moved quicker. “Yes, ma’am!” He shouts and runs to you, locking his hand with yours and yanking you after him as he runs. You slam the door behind you and lock it, tossing the gun off to the side and joining the Doctor at the controls.

“Lets get us out of here, Doctor.” You tell him while helping fly the TARDIS away. He’s comfortable with your hands at the controls, both of you working together to fly just like he taught you.

He tries to slip behind you at the same time you reach in front of him to turn a nob. You collide together, your laugh skipping his hearts as you pat his chest and let him pass.

“Thanks for that, by the way.” He speaks quiet and clears his throat. You hum in confusion and glance at him.

“For what?” He gestures to the door and you nod when you catch on. “Eh, had a feeling my Doctor could use a pick up.”

My Doctor.

You say it so simply and yet it weighs heavy on his chest. You were his best friend whether he wanted more or not.

“Where’d you get the weapon?” He throws a glance over to the gun you discarded.

You pretend to not remember for a second as the Doctor raises a brow at you and smirks. “From their Queen.” You finally say, hiding your face from the Doctors view. Was he expecting you to have said you pulled a weapon off their dead leaders body with was still guarded by her subjects? No. Did it impress him? Weirdly, very much so.

“Oh you’re so very clever.” He says fondly and you look to see the fascination towards you on his face and it warms your heart right alongside your cheeks.

“Well I’m going to go take a shower, and a nap, try to get some of this alien-“ you pull your shirt away from your body just enough to see some goo you’ve managed to get all over you from escaping but you grimace, “you know what, I don’t think I want to know what this is, I just want it off.” The Doctor laughs with you as he eyes the mess you’ve gotten yourself into. “You’re welcome to join me, Doctor.”

“In the shower or for a nap?” He jokes believing he knows the answer already to be the nap.

“Either. Both. Your choice.” His eyes widen and his head whips to the side to stare at you. You just wink at him, patting his shoulder and walking off. Were you serious? Did you really want him to join you in the shower and to sleep? He’s still staring at you when you turn around. “Oh! When I wake, we have to go pick up Donna! She said her vacation’s over and she’s ready to get back out there, whatever that can mean.”

Not serious. You weren’t serious. Of course you weren’t. The Doctor hopes you don’t catch onto the thoughts running through his head as he focuses on your words. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pick her up while you get some rest. You need it after the day we just had.”

You smile, always thankful for him before giving him a look over as well. “When you’re finished picking her up, get some sleep too. You’re better well rested.” He nods at you and you turn to go before stopping and looking over your shoulder. “Try to have an easy landing this time, please? I’m tired of waking up and I’m on the floor on the other side of the room.”

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“I don’t know what you want me to say Donna.” The Doctor sticks his hands into his pockets as he walks next to his annoyed friend. “There’s nothing between Y/N and me.”

“Not yet.” She corrects as she grows tired of trying to get you and him together. “I thought if I gave you two some alone, you’d work something out!”

The Doctor wrinkles his nose, stopping his step for a moment. “That’s why you took a vacation?”

“Have I ever taken a vacation before, Doctor?” She asks like it’s obvious and the Doctor can’t deny that she’s got a point. “Where is Y/N?” She finally asks, wondering why the Doctor went alone to pick her up and to the coffee shop in town after she wanted one for the road.

“Ah, she’s napping.” Donna nods and the Doctor kicks rocks by his feet. “Asked if I wanted to join her. And in the shower as well.”

Donnas eyes widen and she smirks. “Well there you go Doctor. Join her!”

“Nah.” He shakes her head. “She was just joking.”

“Call her bluff.” Donna sips on her coffee, hiding her smirk behind her cup.

The Doctor groans in annoyance. “Donna.” He chastises but Donna just laughs.

“I’m serious! Next time she offers, join her!” He stays reluctant and Donna rolls her eyes and stops walking. “Do you love her?”

“Donna, it’s not like-“

“Do. You. Love her.” She repeats, growing tired with his reluctance on the matter.

“Yes, yes I love her.” He finally concedes and Donna cheers victorious.

“Then tell her! For a genius, you’re clueless.”

He thinks for a moment before shaking his head again.

“Nah.”

Donna groans loudly. “Nah?” She mocks him.

He avoids the look she throws. “She’s not interested in me like!”

“Not interested?”

“We’re just friends! Best friends!”

“Best friends?!”

“Stop repeating what I’m saying!” He yells at her, earning a look from a older woman walking beside them for a moment as Donna offers her a smile that tells her everything is fine and to keep walking. The Doctor collects himself, straightening his jacket before shoving his hands back into his pockets. “She wouldn’t feel the same.”

Donna heard about enough. “Oi! Spaceman! It’s all in your head!” Donna smack his forehead lightly and the Doctors brows furrow.

“What was that for?” He asks, rubbing the slap area.

“To get your brain working again Doctor because you’re going to bloody need it.”

---

The Doctor didn’t wake you up when he landed, that was nice of him. The Doctor had been acting strange lately, you weren’t sure what it was but whatever it was is stressing him out greatly. You could see it when he looked at you or if he zoned off for more than a few seconds. It was worrying you, you always worried for the Doctor no matter what but this just seemed different.

You had just woke up from your nap by a knock at the door as you call for whoever it is to come in. You had a feeling you knew exactly who it was and you were proven correct at the first sight of a converse shoe slipping inside your room.

“Did you pick up Donna then?” You grin sleepily at him, pushing yourself up on your elbows and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“All picked up and taken care of.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and avoids looking at you. It makes your heart sink a little because you know he’s stressing himself again.

“Doctor, are you alright?”

He meets your eyes finally, giving your face a scan. “Of course I’m alright.”

You raise a brow at him and cross your arms. “Really?” He nods. “Because there was a whole 5 minutes between my question and your answer.” He was silent again and The Doctor was hardly ever silent. “Come here Doctor.” You gesture him over and the Doctor, despite his confusion, slowly walks to your bed. You pull your covers back and urge him to join you. He hesitates but the Doctor can’t pass this up. He pulls his jacket and shoes off before sliding in next to you and next thing he knows, you’re holding him close to you, his head laying atop your stomach and his lanky figure curling near the foot of your bed but he was comfortable and once your hand starts threading through his hair, the Doctor was in heaven. He relaxes in your hold, his eyes falling closed as he buries his face against your stomach. You can feel his smile through your top and it brings one to your own face. He’s relaxed and happy and it’s the first time you’ve seen him like this in a while. “Doctor, if you’re stressed about something, you can tell me.” Your voice was so soft, so full of care for the Doctor that he stiffened in your arms because how was he supposed to lie to you? He couldn’t out right say the stress was from keeping his love for you hidden but he knows you. You’d get the truth out from him whether he wanted it or not.

“It’s nothing.” He tries but the meek attempt only earns a scoff from you.

“Well now I know it’s something.” Your hand stops in his hair, the comfort was still there but the Doctor knew you were waiting for him to tell you the truth. “If it’s truly nothing then you don’t have to tell me, but whatever this is it’s taking a toll on you Doctor and I won’t let you go through this by yourself. You go through enough without me.”

“I don’t want to go through anything without you.” He mumbles just quiet enough where you can’t hear him. You know he said something but you can’t place just what.

“Doctor, you can tell me anything, you know that. I mean, I tell you everything about me. I don’t think I have a single secret I’ve kept from you.”

Except that I’m in love with you.

He doesn’t say anything, still stiff in your arms as you grown and push the both of you off the bed.

“Ow!” The Doctor almost whines when his body hits the floor, not prepared for the betrayal that was you literally pushing him off. You reach a hand out to help him up and he takes it, keeping his hand slipped with yours even after he’s on his feet.

“I need you to tell me what’s wrong Doctor.” He avoids your eyes and your heart sinks. “Is it me?” You ask very afraid of the answer. Either you did something or he knows something and now he’s stressing out over it. He doesn’t deny your question. “It’s me, isn’t it?” Still nothing. “You’re stressing over me.” The Doctor knew you weren’t asking this time. You can read him like a book, but by the look on your face you were guessing the ending and something tells him you weren’t going to be guessing correctly.

He knows, you think as you let your hand fall from his. He knows the one thing you’ve kept hidden from him.

“It’s not stress, Y/N. You wouldn’t understand.” The Doctor settles on and takes a deep breath. It gives you hope because maybe it’s something you wouldn’t understand, then he doesn’t know anything.

But why would it involve you?

“How about you tell me, Doctor?” You grab both of his hands this time. “Help me understand.”

It’s a look he gives you that finally makes you understand. Well, it’s not a look he gives you but a look he gives your lips. Just a simple glance down yet filled and want and need and it’s a look you’ve given him loads of times when he’s not looking or not aware. That’s when you begin to realize that the Doctor seems to have the same secret as you do and you were going to do something about it. He loses his hold on your hands for what seems like the millionth time but before he has the chance to complain, you grab the collar of his jacket and collide your lips with his.

You can tell the Doctor wasn’t expecting it. For a moment when your lips touched, you could feel him processing before he grabs your waist and pulls you closer, sending a gasp through both of you when your bodies collide.

You can’t resist the upturn of your lips when you separate, leaning your forehead against his and trying to control the rapid beats of your heart, although it was no match for the twin beating of the Doctor’s.

“I didn’t expect that.” The Doctor mumbles and you can feel his soft breath on your lips as you laugh, going back in for a quick peck that the Doctor makes last just a little longer.

“Well, what can I say?” You shrug and throw your arms over his shoulder, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “A girl just can’t resist a man in a police box.”

He smiles gently, wrapping his arms fully around you as you hug him, burying your face in his shoulder and he does the same. “You think we can do that more often?” He asks when he pulls his head up momentarily before he hides it again.

You shrug, pretending to have to think it over. “Maybe we can sit and talk about it over over coffee.” The Doctor straightens up and meets your eyes and you bite your lip. “Second thought, a coffee shop’s a little boring for two time travelers. What, Doctor, is the closet and most beautiful planet that you can think of for our date?”

His eyes lights up, rambling into a spiel about a garden-like planet, with the kindest residents the Doctor had ever met and a sunset that lasts hours just so you could watch it’s beauty. “It’s the perfect place for our date.” The grin he wears, along with the way he’s still holding you so close to him, is just one reason why you would go anywhere with him for your date.

“I’m driving.” You say and peck his lips quickly before rushing out of the room. The Doctor watches you leave and a few seconds later, he’s rushing after you, wrapping his arms around your waist from the behind as you drive the TARDIS to the planet. You had to lug around the Time Lord on behind you any time you needed to move and press a button, but for a date with him, it was worth it.

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[pr0dbeomgyu]

For the prompts game: 1+ yeonjun please?

1. “ i've never kissed anyone before. “ “ let's practice. “

prompts here

pairing: bestfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader

a/n: thank you requesting minhee!! 🥺♥️🥺♥️ i hope u like this one <3

y/n had been pacing around in the living room for a whole five minutes, seeming distracted. her bestfriend, yeonjun who's initially casually sprawled on the couch finally sat up and called her out,

"y/n you're distracting me, can you sit down and tell me whats wrong?" he tapped the seat beside him. there's a slight hint of annoyance in his tone.

she took the seat beside him and kept quiet for a moment, but he could tell she was nervous by the way her legs bounced up and down.

"okay fine, promise me you wont laugh," she warned, furrowing her eyebrows.

"no promises, but i'll try," he teased, chuckling. his fingers went to smoothen her eyebrows, as if in reflex. he had always find y/n's reactions adorable, but he wont tell her that. knowing y/n, she'd get so cocky about it.

y/n pushed his chest lightly, as she glared at him, as if to say 'im serious'.

"so, i have a date this Sunday," she squeaked nervously, playing with her fingers in the process.

the smile on yeonjun's face faltered immediately. it's not like y/n's his, but oh hell, he genuinely doesnt feel so happy about it. who would like it when their crush told them they're going on a date with someone other than them, right? he tried not to sound so upset, so he asked,

"that's great, right?"

"yea, but..." she trailed off, seeming like she couldnt finish her sentence.

"but what?" yeonjun took her hands in his, hoping to ease her nerves.

"i've never kissed anyone before." she said in one breath, all while avoiding his gaze.

"let's practice, then," he may be uttering the three words so calmly, but his heart? he felt like it would jump out of his chest anytime.

"c-come again?" y/n stuttered.

"you said you've never kissed anyone before, you dont want your date to know that, do you?" he explained.

"i guess? but are you sure you're okay with uh.. kissing me? wouldnt it be weird?" she sounded unsure.

"nothing's gonna be weird if we dont make it weird, y/n," he convinced, his thumb stroking the back of her hand in assurance.

"well, if you say so," y/n eyed him expectantly, not really knowing where to start.

"come here,"

yeonjun guided her face closer to his gently, taking his time to finally meet her lips. yeonjun started moving his lips slowly, as if any sudden moves could break her. y/n was a bit taken aback at first, the feeling was foreign to her, but it was nice, and warm, and not to mention the butterflies in her stomach? it was not like anything she had ever felt before.

y/n's hands which were initially awkwardly placed on yeonjun's laps were finally given attention by him, as he pulled them towards the back of his neck. his hands then made their way to y/n's cheeks, caressing them delicately.

after a while, they broke away, yeonjun's hands were still on y/n's cheeks, foreheads meeting.

"are you sure you've never kissed anyone before, y/n?" he smirked, looking deeply into her eyes.

"of course! was it that good?" she said cockily, but her cheeks still burned.

"actually yes," he said.

it was silent for a bit, just the sound of their breathings heard.

"y/n, listen. would it be rude if i ask you not to go to the date?" yeonjun finally broke the silence, after contemplating for a minute.

"to be honest, i dont actually have a date to even start with," y/n laughed.

"w-what?" yeonjun widened his eyes in realization.

did she just- lie to me?!?!

"yep," she got up from the seat and skipped away to her room.

"but i dont think i'll ever need one when my own bestfriend who i like, likes me back," she lastly said, snickering before closing the door, leaving yeonjun to process what just happened.

y/n likes me too

[mageofarcane]

hey hey, hope youve been doing well!! <3 ive lost sm sleep trying to tier pls i was ready to collapse

also tysm both of you for the kind words!! your headcanons inspired me to share mine and im glad that i did!! <3 also also horribly off topic but i go by he/they pronouns and ppl literally never use they/them and i think i sobbed a little seeing someone actually use it (which makes NO sense bc you didnt even know my preferred pronouns but im happy anyway sldhfk)

okay okay anyway i present you with short but sweet rui birthday headcanons!!

wxs would def try to give you a role in the birthday show

if you accept, rui would be rly touched seeing you try your best for him, and he would be so so happy watching you get along with wxs!!

if you cant enter the sekai, rui would love to spend his evening (or the next day) with you!!

he would adore and appreciate any plan you make for his special day, but he would def tease you about it (very lovingly)

if you asked him what he wanted to do, he would suggest a shopping trip for materials!! cue holding hands and talking about wtv while he shops for parts <3

he adores literally any gift you give him!!

if its something he can display, he would have it with him in his workshop!! if its something he can wear, he would always be wearing it!!

and while he absolutely adores the gift you gave him, he would treasure the time spent with you most <3

he thought that his birthdays would always be lonely but he was proven wrong, and he wouldnt have it any other way

happy (belated) birthday to rui <3

- tsukasa anon!!

You're back! I'm so happy! Tiering was pretty tough this last event, but now you can finally rest if you haven't already. Thank you for letting me know your pronouns so I know for the future. If I don't much about who I'm talking about I just use they/them by default, but I'm glad I got it right for you!

I feel bad for not doing much for Rui's birthday writing wise. I've just been creatively dead the past week. Thank you so much for the cute bday headcanons for him <3

He would be so moved seeing you taking part in a performance just for him. Even more so if you normally don't like going on stage and all.

I feel like you'd have to make one on one time with him the next day cause I'm sure Tsukasa and the others had a huge party for him. He couldn't care less about what he did or where he went or even what gift were given to him for his birthday (though he'd of course cherish it all), he is just so happy he now has people in his life to spend his birthday with, aside from just his parents and Nene. But regardless, spending a day going out to shop for things to use for the projects he loves making and getting a meal at a restaurant he loves all with the person he loves so dearly? He couldn't think of a better way to spend the day with you.

This might be a bit random, but I've had so many questions and ideas regarding the Sekai and who outside of the main 4 per group could be able to enter. Like, just thinking with wxs - if someone were to join their troupe to perform and help them reach their dreams, would they then be able to enter the Sekai? Let's say Rui dates someone and that person gets pretty close to the other three too, would they be able to enter, whether it be through their own untitled song or being near one of the others when they play it? I'm sure if Rui or any of the others were dating someone outside of their troupe, they'd have to tell them about the Sekai just because it's such a huge secret to keep from a partner, even if they can't enter and could only see the v singers through the phone holograms. I wanna know so bad lol

[flyingspicerack]

Ok i wanted to make an updated ref for Anise and write out lore thats more detailed than it should be, i only use tumblr on mobile and havent used it in years so idk how to put a readmore anymore…..

I headcanon that before Brett showed up, the loose gang of Reagan, Glenn, Gigi, Andre, and Myc were all working as the task force/extraction team/whatever it is was, overseen by Rand, then he hd his breakdown, Reagan took over for an undetermined short amount of time before the current events of the series. So, i headcanon the task force was put together 3-5 years before the current series. Ok its not really a solid headcanon, but more of a stand in amount of time i use when daydreaming.

How Anise ends up at Cognito is… silly. So, Anise lived in Colorado During college and then started at the illuminati right out of college working on specifically cannabis science. Thats what they wanted, but Oprah had other things she was more worried about over at Triange Corp (as Anise calls it) like Anise’s background of conspiracies and cryptids surrounding the Denver area. Sssssso as a couple years passed and Oprah continued to lie about upwards mobility, Anise found themselves looking for more, specifically Cognito Inc.

When Anise lived in CO, they were a casual raver (dont think Andre’s coachella or burning man, think the PLUR kandi kids with their upbeat happy hardcore) and were missing the good old days, so they decided to make their way to a little underground rave in DC. They meet up with some people who eventually pull Anise into another group pf ravers and within that group, Andre is there. Anise is introduced to the group, and they party a little while, do some party drugs, then at some point the group gets split up, Andre with the other half. A couple more hours go by and its maybe 3 or 4 am, Anise is ducking out a back alley door to get to their car to make their way home and they find, you guessed it, Andre half passed out in the alley. They recognize him and theyre too nice for their own good and think “hm, shit, i wouldnt live it down if this guy i kinda met at a rave died in an alley cause i didnt help him, sooooooo its either i live with that on my conscience or i take him to my place to help him not die and the worst that happens is i get arrested for kidnapping.” And they shrug at the thought, gently pick up the lanky motherfucker, and take him back to their place.

So Anise puts Andre to sleep on their couch with a puke bucket just in case and goes to sleep themselves, and eventually both wake up, Anise first, and Andre from the scent of eggs and toast. And he sits up rubbing his head, sees Anise across the room (they live in a just a tiny modest studio) and is bleary eyed like “the fuck is going on?” And so Anise turns to him and brings him water and a plate of food and is like “its Andre right? We met last night at the rave, you were passed out in an alley and-“ and he cuts them off, genuinely surprised he wasnt taken home by a friend but thanks them. And the two of them just lazily chat over breakfast, they eventually get to the topic of work and hes like “im head of biochem at a company, you?” And Anise is like “cannabis research at… an institution.” And Anise has their hands together in kind of a triange position and Andre like goes for it cause he caught on to them being vague and if anything he could call an extraction team and just deadass asks “are you illuminati? Cause im cognito.” And Anise practically leaps across the couch and is like “COGNITO???” And Andre does that cute little giggle he does and nods.

The two get to talking, Andre confused as to why they would want to downgrade to cognito and is like “oprah is a bich and promised me shit and never followed through, besides we dont even have any weed icons associated with the company, Cognito has Snoop AND Cheech and Chong.” And then Andre schemes and is like “J.R. And Rand would probably be pretty stoked if i recruited someone from the illuminati, lemme see if i can pull some strings.” Anise is like, flabbergasted not sure if this is really gonna work but after a month or so, WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA’AM they got the greenlight. (I also think Andre and Anise hang out on days off and probably make out a little)

Then basically jumps into the little comic i started….. hguirehfjlnhjfdkjfjfjfjdkskhfhjdekkfshjjifs

Plz be nice to me

[jangofctts]

Sink Your Teeth In (Part 2 of Are You In Or Out?)

Rated: Explicit (Paz is in the next chapter DONT WORRY)

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, the cold?, reader is in PERIL YET AGAIN, vaginal fingering, oral female receiving, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap them schlongs yall), brief hand jobs, swearing, angst, very VERY light choking, din is a sub sorta?? bottom energy 

Summary: Well. At least you aren't dead. After a solo hunt gone wrong, you’re dumped in a cave on Csilla. Hopefully someone finds you before you freeze to death.  

a/n: hey…so uh. HOW ABOUT THAT EPISODE HUH?!? aheM anyway--yall I just wanna thank everyone first off for all the love and support!!! I see all of your comments and tags and AH IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE ALL OF YOU GUYS. ALSO SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO @djxrxn​ THIS WOULDNT HAVE BEEN DONE WITHOUT YOU BB GORL

Well—

Here you are. 

Taken by surprise by another bounty, further proving how irrevocably incompetent you are at this line of work. You blame the binders. An older, clunkier model—easy to pick if you’re clever enough and yes. Maybe you should’ve asked to borrow a carbonite chamber, but hey—where’s the fun in that? 

Not much, as it so happens. 

Your feet had been kicked up on the dashboard, dozing and unaware of the freed bounty creeping up behind the pilot’s seat. Something delightfully blunt smashed against your temple, jolting you into a brief conscious state where the only thing you could think before passing out again, was a resounding— 

Oh, fuck me sideways with a fucking lightsaber—

The rest is hazy. A blur of colors and the fuzzy shapes of your bounty’s face sneering in amusement when she bound your wrists and ankles and left you in the cargo hold. Vaguely you recall your ship being commandeered, swung into an unidentified atmosphere and landing on said unknown planet Or planets. Planet hopping to cover up a trail. 

The bitter cold, sharper than a needle through skin is what shook off the last dregs of unconsciousness. The bounty’s hand was hooked into the collar of your clothes, dragging your limp body through drifts of snow and ice. You would’ve fought back—should’ve even though each extremity felt like a numb block of lead. Not very useful in a fight…

Soon, the snow turned to mud and the mud to stone as a mouth of a cave slid over the impossibly blue sky. Dumped in a cave, and left to die—perfect way to bite the dust. Your bounty turned captor lands a sharp kick to your ribs, mouthing some curse in a language you don’t understand, and left without a second thought. 

Seems about right. You have a knack for lying helpless and half dead in places you ought not to be in. 

Two days and counting, you’ve been holed up in this blasted cave with no food, no supplies and no comlink. It’s going be a fucking chore to find you—nearly impossible. You’re lucky in that aspect you guess—you know enough bounty hunters to sniff out a a needle in a whole stack of needles, so all it is is a race of time against the elements and how long it takes for one of them to notice.            

Aeris is no help. He left a day before you had—hired as personal protection for some syndicate leader halfway across the galaxy. Ives is in a similar boat, off-world and unavailable to drag your ass out of the hole you’ve dug. Which leaves…

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose between your forefinger and thumb. Anytime you even think of those two a migraine cumulates behind your eyes. It’s…it’s not like anything bad happened in the aftermath—there’s been no fallout or arguments with barbed words as weapons. It’s been quiet. Like stepping onto a sheet of cracked transparisteel in a library full of tight-lipped academics. 

The questions lurk under the surface of every conversation and longing look cast your way. You’ll need to clarify and sort things out eventually, but fuck—it’s such a mess of frazzled heartstrings and fine strands of impossible thoughts that lead into an endless void of doubt. You’re shoving that emotional time bomb to the very back of your mind—everything is still so raw…  

So you ran. 

Picked up any and all jobs that the Guild provided just to escape the looming decision of confronting a certain pair of Mandalorians. That and with them having their own tasks to complete, it was rare to see them, let alone together in the past few weeks. A simple run in here and there in the halls of the Covert, but you were too busy to stop and chat—forced a chaotic schedule upon yourself as an excuse to avoid staying in once place at a time.    

Coward.

The word knots in your stomach like gnarled tree roots escaping their prison of dark soil on untrodden land.  

Maker—how did everything become so tangled? 

You draw your knees up to your chest and release a long, drawn out exhale that echoes through the cave. You sniff and force the swell of tears that prick at your eyes away. You’re pretty sure they’ll freeze and you’re not hoping to find out. 

The only good thing about being dropped on this Maker-forsaken, wasteland devoid of anything but snow, is the free ice for the nasty gash on your forehead. A nice little parting gift. 

It’s shallow…you think—it stopped bleeding the night before and is now just a scabbed over, tender wound that throbs whenever you move your head too fast. Concussion maybe—a mild one.  

Maker willing when someone finds your sorry ass they’ll have bacta. Or a blanket. Either would be peachy.     

Sitting up with a wince, you shuffle to the mouth of the cave for the thousandth time and scour the skyline for a familiar ship. Or, any ship really. The only thing you do see is a lonesome wisp of cloud against the grayish blue sky much to your chagrin. You scowl and stalk back into your little hovel and slump back onto the ground. 

The hours drag on, the watery light of the dying sun barely doing anything to warm you. Sulking is hardly what you should be doing—not great for the burdened mind and all that, but ah, it’s so fun to wallow in misery. You curl your knees up to your chest and you must slip into a doze because when you’re snapped back into the present, footsteps punch through the frozen tundra outside your cave.  

Adrenaline crackles down your spine—the bounty changed her mind. Ultimately decided she’d be safer in the long run with you dead. Fine.

If this is where your grave is going to be, might as well get in one or two punches. What’s another black eye anyway?

A shadow flickers at the mouth of the cave, curling around the wall as she draws closer. A brown boot kicks through the snow and— 

“Changed your mind? I—“

Your words die on your tongue as relief floods your veins. Din Djarin stands before you, a sight for sore eyes in these trying times. 

Frost glitters on the burgundy chest plate, glinting in the dim sunlight that touches the mouth of the cave. A delicate feathering of the dainty crystals that no high end lace maker could ever hope to mimic curls up the front of Din’s visor and eats away at the edges of his cloak. His heavy step forward reverberates off the walls, some of that ease replaced by the prickle of dread. His silence is unnerving. 

“Din,” you say again, just so he’ll say something. “I can—“

You move to stand, but he interrupts with a halting;

“Sit.”       

Your mouth snaps shut and you drop back on the floor. This…is not good. His footsteps are heavy as he approaches you and every muscle in your frame tightens like a fist wrapping around your ribcage and squeezing. The precise edges of his helmet are not a forgiving sight and even when he kneels onto one knee you have to resist the natural urge to flinch. Like this, despite hunching over, Din is broad. All hard muscle and sinew amplified by the bulky layer of beskar.   

Your tongue runs over the insides of your teeth as you track his hand that he thrusts foreword. You hiss and jerk away at the sudden needly pain when his gloved thumb finds the edges of your head wound. A low sound of disapproval filters out through the helmet in a low metallic buzz. 

“You won’t need stitches,” he says. Din reaches into one of his various supply pouches and pulls out a tiny vile of bacta. He casually pulls off his right glove, unscrews the vile and smears the bacta over his thumb. This time you don’t make a sound, even though your nerves scream at the razor like sensation of his thumb working the bacta into the damaged flesh. He doesn’t ask how the injury happened and you don’t care to tell him. There’s a time and place for stories about battle scars and near misses—it’s much too fresh to be spoken of right now. 

The brief torture finally ends after once last glance over for other presenting injuries. He finds none, replaces his glove and stands with a muted grunt. You know what’s next. You’d rather avoid it—you aren’t keen on the berating lectures—as deserved as they are.      

“I found your ship on Sato 3,” Din begins with a growl. “Imagine my surprise when I found your bounty selling it for parts.”  

Ah, there it is. You wince and study your fingernails. “Pile of junk anyway…”

“I thought you’d be smarter about these things,” he snarls, his sharp tone deadly enough to slice through bone. “Was the hole blown into your lung not enough for you?”

You swallow and bite your tongue.  

The bristling Mandalorian, continues and jabs an orange tipped finger at you. “You are reckless.”

Your chest constricts as you look away, shame blooming in the pit of your stomach.This is a new facet of Din you’ve never encountered. You aren’t naïve—even the most docile of people can harbor a temper, you know that. And you know Din is by no means passive—he’s an elite warrior equipped with a small arsenal at his disposal. You don’t expect him to coddle you or treat you different than any other companion; but…but it’s hard not to take his ire to heart. Not when it’s the kind of anger that boils deep in your chest and erupts with molten streams that leaves scathing wounds and blistered feelings.  

You chew your lip hard enough to taste blood and avoid his piercing gaze. You think if you do you might catch fire and burn to a crisp. “I’m sorry.”   

The meek apology settles in the air like a heavy fog. Din’s anger still brews, looming and dark but he reigns in his temper and switches out the searing cadence of his words with chilly informality. You’re not sure which is worse.   

“No more bounties.” 

“What?” Your brows knit together. The fuck does he mean.  

“No more hunts alone—“  

You interrupt with a scoff. “You’re grounding me?”

He strides across the small space and plants himself on the opposing wall. “Until you’re competent enough, you have no business being out in the field. You might as well be bait at this point.” 

“Competent.” You echo through clenched teeth.  

His helmet dips, leveling a steady glare of indifference. “The Crest is a half cycle’s walk from here. In the morning I’m taking you back to Nevarro.”   

“I’m not a child. You can’t just,” you throw your hands up in dismay, “ban me from bounty hunting.”    

Din’s armor clinks together as he moves to sit. He rests one elbow on his propped up knee, extends his other and rolls his helmet to meet your eyes. “Your actions reflect the Covert now. We can’t risk discovery because of one stupid mistake or a careless loose end.”    

That hadn’t even crossed your mind. Stars, you want to smack yourself. Your ship, as shitty as it was, hosted a good chunk of sensitive information, all encrypted and translated into binary. A mediocre slicer could hack through it in hours. Not exactly foolproof but hey, at least you had something. Good thing your bounty wasn’t in the market of selling stolen ships to the Empire. 

“Din?”

The Mandalorian makes no noise of affirmation that he heard you. You sigh and take his silence as a go ahead and clear your throat. “How long was I gone for?”

Here, in the cave it’s been nearly three days, but the rest of it you’re not exactly sure. Hunting the bounty down took up at least a week or two and even longer to capture her and there’s no accounting for the time lost after your ship was commandeered. Your teeth roll over your bottom lip as you wait for him to respond. 

“Almost two months.” He replies evenly. “Your transmissions were cut three weeks ago and I didn’t think anything of it. Comms are always patchy in Wild Space."

Leather creaks as his fist balls at his side. “You didn’t answer for days. Paz and I tracked the ship to Sato 3, but you weren’t there. Do you know how difficult it was to pick through all the planets recorded on your log?”

You blink and return to picking at your fingernails. 

“You weren’t easy to find, I—“ He severs the rest of his sentence with a crackling sigh and tilts his head back. “You’re lucky.”    

The hesitance lacing his words makes you bite your tongue, the snarky retort crumbling to ash in your mouth. Din doesn’t bother to filter his words—he’s blunt. Efficient and to the point when he does decide to speak. That…well that was different.   

He was worried—

You rub at your cheek—numb with the cold and curl into yourself. Din was worried. Easily the most feared bounty hunter in the parsec, worried that he couldn’t find you.   

A different cold—one that settles deep into the marrow of your bones and hugs your soul with a sheet of frost, makes a home in your heart. The severity of what could’ve happened replaces that sheen of hilarity and fuck. You were closer to freezing to death than Din finding you here—alone in some stupid kriffing cave.  

Somehow the idea of that is worse than the brief brush of eternal slumber you had on Nar Shaddaa. Up to that point you expected to die young—no harm and no foul in it either. You had no attachments, no debt to pay—a drifter in an endless galaxy.    

Now you’re here, buckling under the weight of mismanaged friendships and your uncanny skill at weaseling into any and all trouble. 

Neither you or Din jump to fill the silence. The ashes of disaster settle in nicely with the frozen echo of an endless winter.      

It’d been a couple hours shy from sunset when Din arrived, the sun providing weak light that hardly touched the mouth of the cave. Now as the shadows grow longer and with the temperature dropping, the two of you are swallowed up by the unyielding darkness of night. 

Din shuffles and fishes out the solar light from his supply bag. It clicks on and warm, orange light illuminates the cave. It bounces off his beskar, fracturing the light like a million tiny suns in the tempered metal and in the impossibly dark visor. He looks up, and tosses the light over. 

You catch it easily and despite the warmness of the light it emits, it offers no heat for your chilled fingers. You set it to the side and tuck your hands into your armpits. 

By no means is the cave warm—the natural thermal vents kept the ground dry and free of the ice and snow that rages outside, but it doesn’t protect you from the occasion chilly draft that cuts through each layer you wear. Then again, you weren’t planning on taking an unexpected vacation on Csilla. No time to plan really.  

You sigh and pull your knees up to your chest and cast a glance at your ever radiant ray of sunshine across from you.  

He looks nice and cozy—leaned back against the cave wall, one leg crossed over the other while his hands sit intertwined just below his navel. The beskar must provide insulation—maybe a fancy heater in that bucket of his, or maybe he’s just too stubborn to show anything other than indifference.   

Another bout of shivers tear through your frame and you’re certain Din can hear the enamel of your teeth clack together. You shove your hands deeper into your armpits and tuck your chin into your chest to preserve heat and pray that sleep isn’t far off—can’t be cold if you’re unconscious.    

Metal scrapes over stone as Din readjusts himself and you can feel him looking at you. It’s not a terrible weight to bear; intense and analytic, sure and in the past it would’ve unnerved you. Now, instead of it feeling like he were peeling back each fibre of your soul each time he stares, it’s familiar. A pattern of sorts—

It happens each time Din wrestles with an uncertain question. He deals in absolutes, and it’s no surprise he rarely knows what to say to you. 

“You’re shivering,” he states. You roll your eyes. “Are you cold?”

“Boiling, actually,” you snip. “Why else would I forget a jacket?”

A sharp hiss of air crackles through the vocoder. “Don’t get mouthy with me. It was a simple question.”

“Well—there’s not much to do about it,” you sneer, watching your breath condensate in the air. “I’m freezing, exhausted, and hungry.”       

You know you’re being snide—but your nerves feel like they’ve been severed at the root with a dull vibroblade. You have neither the time nor energy to spare for simple questions. Din should understand that—seeing as he’s a man familiar with short temperament.

The space between you is ripe with crackling tension, and maybe—if you weren’t so fucking cold—you’d play the mediator. Thread stitches into the gash you both sliced into your friendship, as small it may be. You’ve lost friends over less—this could end up no different.

You sigh and turn your head. This is a problem for tomorrow. 

Irritated and upset, you squeeze your eyes shut and chase after sleep. You slip in a doze faster than expected, any and all discomfort fading away a you toe the line between a deeper sleep and waking dreams. You think you imagined Din saying your name—Maker you can’t even escape him in your own fucking head—  

It doesn’t end—like a nagging buzz that swells until it’s right near your ear. Spite spurs you to ignore It and exhaustion convinces you to drift further away. That is, until a hand, gentle and warm curls around your shoulder. You once again hear your name rumble low through Din’s helmet, but it’s much too difficult to open your eyes. Why can’t he leave you be? You barely feel the cold now…

“Stay awake.” Din sounds distant, in some other plane of existence despite the steady hold he has on your arm. “Maker—you’re colder than kriffing ice.” 

“Go away,” you grumble through numb lips. Such a pest.  

He’s talking—but the words don’t make sense. Muddled—split between that hazy line of dreaming and consciousness where you can’t decipher what’s real. His hands however—you can feel those plain as day. A bare palm cups your cheek—shreds through the layer of frost you’re positive has crystalized over your skin and rouses you to a more coherent level of presentness.       

“Don’t quit on me yet—“

“Nah,” you mumble. “I’m hard to…to kill. L-like a scrap rat…”  

Din grunts in response. “Rat is a compliment. You’re more of a spider-roach.”

The ends of your mouth quirk. It’s the best you can do—a full smile just might push you to the brink of death.        

“C’mon—I won’t let either of us freeze,” Din sighs. His fingers find the magnetized latches on his cuirass and it slips off with practiced ease, the armored thigh plating following a moment later. He neatly sets it to the side and grabs his cloak to fasten it around you. With another sigh, Din shuffles in behind you and wraps an arm around your middle, nestling his legs and body snuggly around yours.   

Maker—you don’t have time to bother about the intimacy of this because all you’re drawn to is the furnace like heat. Fuck, he’s so warm. You have only a second to enjoy it before your body begins to thaw—bringing forth waves of achey pain.   

His chest molds to your back, both arms curling over your own arms that are scrunched up tight around your chest. You shake in his hold, vicious waves of cold clashing against his body heat—it hurts—like sticking your bare foot into hot coals.     

You squirm, little gasps of discomfort slipping out that echo around the cave. Din shifts, tucking you further under his body until he’s nearly crushing you. It’s a bit tricky to breathe like this but hey—you’re not complaining. Not when your nose is buried in his soft undershirt that smells purely of Din.   

Your fingers and toes still throb as they thaw, but it’s working. Cuddling Din Djarin to stave off hypothermia—sounds kriffing ridiculous. 

“You’re still shivering,” he says. “I might…”

Your breath catches in your throat as he trails off. “Might what?”

Another shiver wracks through your body as his frosty helmet catches on bare skin when he dips his head in embarrassment. You don’t quite catch what he says and he doesn’t bother to clarify. “Forget it.”  

You turn your head as much as you can, straining your eyes to meet the strip of visor. “Tell me.”

He mumbles under his breath again and cuddles closer, slotting his hips against your ass. “Might know…know another way to keep us warm…”

Oh. 

A spark breathes to life in the pit of your tummy. You wiggle onto your back, your nose brushing the vizor. “Does it involve me taking off my pants?” 

Din huffs, his hands, previously latched onto your hips, starting to crawl up your waist. “It could…”    

You smirk and rock your hips back, eliciting a low growl that rumbles through his chest. With your whine of approval, Din’s hand slips between your legs and gives the meat of your inner thigh a squeeze. You let your knees fall open as far as they can in this position and it’s all Din needs to cup your cunt through the thin material of your trousers. 

Crackling pleasure flood your veins as the heel of his palm grinds into your clit, and while the pressure is nice, it does nothing to satisfy. Only feeds the growing flames of desire with brittle kindling. 

You pull at his undershirt and whimper, thrilled once his deft fingers, calloused and thick unlace your pants and yank far enough down to fit his hand. His fingers trace your outer lips, a ghost of a touch as arousal swells in your stomach. He parts your folds once your wetness begins to dribble out and coats his fingertips with your arousal. 

Stars—you need him. You arch into him and whine. “Touch me. Din, please—“ 

You jerk as Din’s thumb swirls a slow circle over your clit, a rush of endorphins surging out like unrefined fire whiskey. Din’s head tilts to watch you writhe over his fingers and the sudden chill of his helmet touching the inside of your flushed neck steals away your next inhale. Goosebumps race down your entire being, adding to the influx of your excitement that pools in your lower belly.       

Your hands tangle into his undershirt, pulling him closer until you can’t find where he begins and you end. His heart pounds in his chest, thrumming to the dance of your own heart that yearns to break free from your ribcage. Your breath catches when two of his thick fingers tease at your entrance. Your walls flutter around him as the slip in easily.   

His fingers roll forward and stroke against something devastating inside of you, and he when his palm rolls back, it bumps against your clit with that divine firmness you need. Your cunt tightens around the two digits as they curl.  

“Fuck. Can you hear yourself?” He pants, groping your breast to elicit a high pitched wail. “You always make—make such pretty noises.” 

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words and fuck. You’re already dipping head first into release. A moment later you’re arching into his chest as every muscle stiffens in a crescendo of bliss, your stuttered breathing harsh even to your own ears.  

Your quick pants fog up his visor as Din rests the crown of his helmet on your forehead, the metal a cool relief to your flushed skin. He slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt, your chest still heaving with exertion as the last strands of your high fizzle and ebb away. Din shifts and and snakes his fingers, still shiny and wet with your arousal, beneath the lip of his helmet and sucks them clean with an appreciative groan.  

“Fuck—“ You breathe, pushing your face into his hand as he cups your cheek. Din’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone and swings his leg over your hips to hoist himself over you. 

“Do you remember...” He starts, his voice buzzing through the vocoder. His fingers tickle down your cheek and trace the parted outline of your lips. “When you let me taste you?”

You nod, and it’s all you’re able to do. You’re not even sure you can formulate words, let alone voice them right now. 

Din’s thumb pulls at your plush bottom lip, and you can’t help but slide your tongue along the digit. He grunts and slips his thumb into the wet heat of your mouth. “I think about you every night…how you came on my tongue—”

Your stomach flips as a rush of arousal sweeps through your tummy. You groan and you’re half sure you’re gonna dissipate into the floor from how hot your cheeks burn. “Din—"  

He continues without missing a beat. 

“You were so fucking wet for me—dripped all over my hand,” he murmurs, nuzzling his helmet, still chilly and frosted over, into the crook of you neck.  “I want to do it again—can I?”

You’re nodding before he even finishes his sentence. He wasn’t the only one longing for his head between your thighs on those long nights apart. Remembering those plush lips and addictive touches could only get you so far and well—he’s here now. You said it once and you’ll say it again—there’s no chance in hell you’d be passing up this opportunity. 

Din lifts his head and as you watch the light glitter in the reflection of the beskar, a sudden stray thought ricochets into the forefront of your mind. “Din, the light—your helmet.”

He pauses, his body tensing as he mulls over his options. “It’s—I—it’s ok…It’ll be ok.”

Din inhales a stuttered breath and casts a brief glance over his shoulder. It’s a dim light, kicked into the corner and laying on its side. From this angle, his face would be partially obscured in shadow…but still. There are easier ways to go about this. Ways that don’t risk jeopardizing the very foundation of who he is—what he stands for and what he so devoutly follows.    

To say you know anything about his religion is laughable. Everything you know can fit on the back of a thumbtack and even still, you’re sure that half of that is still based upon rumor and speculation. But this—what Din is hinting at, you know is not something to be taken lightly. 

He’s stripping his soul bare for you—allowing you to glimpse at that bleeding heart of his he guards so securely within layers of flesh and bone and impenetrable beskar. Din is gifting you his trust and there’s no where else to put it except for the space beneath your breast bone.   

Yet, even still—this could mean nothing at all. You have no way to know the exact magnitude of what this means to him. If he’s alright with this, who are you to question?

He mumbles one last thing about the light and sits up. Goosebumps rush up your bare skin at the loss of the heavy warmth of his body. You whine and curl up closer to his legs, greedy for any spare iota of heat like you’ve been denied it your entire life.   

Maker you hate this fucking planet—   

Your attention snaps back to Din when he makes a noise of uncertainty. His hands are cupped around his helmet—hesitant, nervous and you suspect if Din’s hands weren’t plastered so tight around the metal, he’d be shaking. You chew on your lip and prop yourself up. 

Cautiously, so as not to startle, you reach up and curl your fingers around his wrist. You can feel his pulse thrumming through his veins—alive, flesh and bone like you. Not some heap of sentient metal built for the horrors of war. You don’t know why you do it—just seems right to pull the fragile and vulnerable skin of his inner wrist to you mouth. You plant a gentle kiss there and smile when he cups your cheek.           

“You don’t owe me anything, Din,” you say, staring into the darkened depths of his visor. “Least of all this.”    

Some of that tension held in Din’s shoulders melts. He utters something in that clipped language of his people, and the only thing you can make out is your name. He lurches foreword and fuck—you’re terrified for a split second he’s gonna cave your skull in but instead he lightly bumps the crown of his helmet over your forehead.      

“I want to. For you—only you.”

Din doesn’t leave any time to unpack all of that. He sits up again, wraps his hands around the beskar— 

The metallic thunk of the helmet reverberates through the cave like a crack of thunder.    

You were right. 

You can barely see his face—if you really look, you can see the murky outline of his nose, dark hair and a sliver of his tan skin that the light touches. Attractive—but you knew that already. You touch his cheek and smile, your thumb catching over wiry facial hair and soft skin. Din makes a sound low in his throat and pushes his cheek into your hand. 

“I still want to taste you,” Din says, his voice richer when stripped of that tinny vocoder. You like listening to him speak without it, you think, and it’s a damn shame you never get to hear it. “Please.”     

Before he can escape and fulfill that fantasy, you yank him into a blinding kiss. He kisses the same—all wild edges and with desperation lining each motion—but there’s a new found tenderness here. Like he’s savoring each gasp and every brush of skin you grace him with like it’s your last night left in the galaxy.   

He breaks away from your mouth and peppers kisses and nips down your jaw, then lower as you arch and expose the bare skin of your throat. There’ll be a plethora of bruises tomorrow, and with no hope to cover them either but fuck it—Din can leave as many hickeys and teeth marks as he wants. 

If not for the cold still latching onto your very soul, you’d ditch the shirt; give Din better access instead of him needing to shove a hand up under and grope at your breasts. He gives the fabric an annoyed tug, but it’s fruitless. There’s no use when there’s better things to be sought. 

He shoves your shirt as far up as it goes, shivering as he mouths down your stomach, licks around your bellybutton and sucks a bruise onto your hipbone. Your pants are already pulled halfway down—one sharp yank and they’re around your ankles and off in the next breath. 

Cupping your knees with both hands he gingerly spreads your legs and drapes them over his muscular shoulders. Din rubs his patchy haired cheek along your thigh and hooks his hands under your ass, his ivory white teeth catching the light as he smiles.  

“Fucking perfect—“ He groans, planting his lips over your inner thigh. His tongue swipes a wet line up, stopping just before your aching cunt to dig his teeth into the sensitive flesh. You jump at the burst of pain and shoot a hand down, tangling your fingers into the soft curls atop his head.  

Din grunts and jumps to your other thigh, leaving no inch of skin neglected and without evidence of his teeth and lips. By the time his thumbs touch the outer lips of your cunt, the aching need for him is burning you from the outside in. He has to still your twitching hips with a calloused palm, and only after you settle does he surge forward. 

His tongue meets your swollen clit, ripping a tangled cry from you vocal cords. He’s just as eager as the first time he tasted you, if not more—every action backed by needy abandon. He sucks at the bundle of nerves then sweeps his tongue lower. Din’s thumbs part your lower lips as he runs his tongue though your soaked folds, the tip of his nose bumping against your clit that send delicious sparks throughout your whole body. Little noises and breathy gasps fill the cave, encouraging Din to push his tongue deep into your aching entrance. 

Your hand fists into his hair as your hips stutter and rock into the searing heat of his mouth. The noises you make are obscene, and Din is no better. Each pass of his tongue over your pussy is matched with his own deep moans that vibrated against your clit. Fucking hell he’s devouring you alive.          

Your orgasm sneaks up on you, robs you blind and crashes over you in deep waves that drag you out to sea and never to be found again as you spill onto his greedy tongue. Your fingers are threaded tight in his hair as you squeak and press harder into his mouth, riding out your pleasure until it shifts and becomes raw and sore.  

Din doesn’t pause for even a second—all too happy to stay put between your thighs for eternity. Your legs are trembling when you force his head away, a nice, tingly warmth settling into your limbs 

A dark thrill rushes down your spine when he looks up, wild hair and mouth covered in your slick. If not for the low lighting you imagine his eyes would be glazed over and Maker you want him again. Din swoops down and presses his mouth to yours, the taste of yourself heavy on his tongue that slips past the seem of your lips. 

You whine after he breaks away and sits up—an opportunity for your eyes to roam down his body. He’s still got his trousers on, a considerable bulge tenting the front. With a smirk you reach up and grab a handful, delighting in Din’s startled grunt. “Easy.”

You flash him a wry smile and give his clothed cock a playful squeeze. “Take them off.” 

Din huffs and pulls at the drawstrings. “Needy.”

He says it with no bite and no coquettish retort on your end springs to mind—especially when his thumbs hook into the waistband and pull. A slow reveal of sun-kissed skin and a sparse happy trail that your eyes eagerly drink up. 

Din’s cock bobs as his trousers fall around his knees, tip shiny and wet and curling towards his navel. You bite the inside of your cheek and reach out, a rush of arousal pulsing through your core at Din’s low moan. He’s heavy in your hand, deliciously thick and throbbing—and all of it for you. 

Din gasps out your name as you lightly squeeze and stroke down, your pace dreadfully slow and teasing. Who knows when you’ll get another chance like this—a Mandalorian willingly on their knees for you.           

Your other hand slips up his chest as you stroke him, intent on grabbing a handful of his thick hair that curls softly against the column of his neck. Your fingernail lightly scrapes across his nipple and he sways, pitching forward before he catches himself and straightens. Din’s eyes are squeezed tight, chest heaving with shallow pants as a smirk tugs at your lips. 

“It’s ok, Din,” you whisper. “I won’t break.” 

Your fingers twist into the hair at the base of his skull and guide him back. He slumps forward with a sweet moan, laying his weight onto your body that you’re all too happy too bare. His nose is nestled into the slope of your neck as his hands lock around the dip of your lower back while the other cradles the back of your head, drawing you into a loose semblance of a hug. 

Something snaps and crumbles deep in your soul that bleeds the heartstring blues, humming with broken chords in the presence of Din’s soft fragility. Your hand moves from between his legs to instead wrap around the wide expanse of his back, squeezing him tight to your chest. You hold each other like there isn’t tomorrow to look forward to and you wonder if this is how it feels to fall apart. Two spinning halves of a supernova torn apart and destined to collide and shatter into a million fragments of dazzling light.  

Yes, you’re scared he might blind you or burn you with his brilliance, but you can’t look away.      

Your fingers crawl up his muscled thigh and settle on his hip. “Lie down for me?”

There’s no hint of hesitation or complaint as he maneuvers himself onto his back, patiently allowing you to clamber over his legs and straddle his hips. His cock rests on your inner thigh, pulsing and leaving a dribble of wetness every time it twitches.    

“Good boy.” It’s subtle but it ripples out like a heavy stone thrown into a still lake. Din shudders and says your name in a cracked whisper. He rolls his hips, both of you groaning at the sensation of his cock running along your dripping center.     

Another time for that game maybe. 

Your desperation is running hot and wild to have him inside you and you know he’s in a similar boat. You grab the thick shaft of his cock and grind the tip of him through your lips, breath hitching when it extracts such a perfect moan from the man below you. 

“Ride me,” he pleads, clamping his large hands over your hips. “Fuck—I need you.” 

How can you deny such a request?

You line the wide head up with your aching center and slowly work him in. Shivers wrack through you, and Maker—he’s splitting you apart, molding your insides to the shape of him. Beads of sweat dot your hairline by the time you’re seated fully on his member, the both of you pushed even closer towards madness.  

Din squeezes your ass and props his knees up, rolling his hips up into you. You whimper and tip forward, propping your palms over his chest as he sets the pace. You may be on top but there’s no changing the bold colors of power and lust that cloud his mind, fueling the brutal movements of fucking up into you. Your thighs burn already and Maker—why the fuck are you already tired? You’re not doing any of the work.  

Quicker than lightning, Din curls forward and manhandles you onto your back. You squeak as he grips your thigh and yanks it around his narrow hips, thrusting in deeper. His right hand crawls up the front of your shirt and wraps his fingers around your throat in a loose hold. His thumb hovers over the dip at the base of your neck but he makes no move to press down—just allows the weight of his palm to do the work. And fuck—it works. 

Choked garbles of his name pass through your lips as you buck and squirm in his hold, feeling your arousal begin to drip down the back of your thighs. You’re skirting the edge of sizzling release that alights your nerves with liquid wildfire. Your nails harpoon into the meat of his shoulders as your eyes squeeze shut. Din won’t allow it.      

“Look at me,” Din snarls, yanking your head back by your hair. “I want to—to watch you cum for me.” 

A blush scalds your cheeks but you listen. Your eyes flutter open for him, sliding to the dark shadows of his eyes that sweep you into their own gravity well with no hope to escape. You don’t mind. 

“You’re so g-good for me—always so perfect.”

White hot light bursts behind your eyelids, and that’s all it takes. Your body seizes, your cunt squeezing impossibly tight around his cock as you cum. This one is different—steals your breath away and leaves you a broken husk of a person lost in most delectable forms of agony and pleasure. The cry of his name pierces the air only spurring the Mandalorian into a jarring pace to seek his own peak of ecstasy.  

Din’s nose nuzzles into your neck, his pants hot and sharp against your flushed skin. “You f-feel so—fuck. Say—say my name.”

You leap to his request and with a playful nip to his earlobe, you whisper it to him with the sweetness of starcherrries and the promise of better things. 

He tips over the edge, his hips faltering into no discernible pace as he cums. Din buries his teeth into the skin below your jaw, a mess of whines and begging gasps of nonsense as he fills your cunt to the brim. 

Your harsh breathing mingles as you both lazily slip down from your high. He rests his head over your sternum, listening to your beating heart that drums in a wild staccato as your fingers carefully comb through his hair. If not for the ache in your hips you’d keep him here forever. Din pulls out and you both groan at the loss. 

He doesn’t completely move away and you’re glad for it. He brushes his knuckles down the expanse of your cheek and dots a tender kiss to your hairline. Your name rumbles low in his throat as he shifts lower and gives your ear lobe a playful nip. His stubble scrapes along your neck, and you can’t help but giggle and squirm—but the weight of his body keeps you pinned. Your name slips from his lips a second time, breathy and drawn out in a sweet sigh, like he’s savoring the sound of each syllable and roll of the tongue. 

Din lifts his head, only slightly—near enough that his nose bumps into yours and his lips scrape along yours that are still parted and wet. “I—can I tell you something?” 

You cup his cheek and steal a kiss. It’s supposed to be quick—but instead he leans into it, guiding your mouth into a slow dance of sticky sweet movements that are caught in a slow draw, like crystalized honey abandoned in a glass jar. You’re enraptured by his touch—his skin mottled with scars yet somehow still unfairly soft. He smells of snow—like metal and soap and something gentler, that’s uniquely Din.            

Fuck—you can feel your mind slipping away, wrapped up so snugly in his presence you almost forget to answer. “Yeah—anything.”

Crackling static suddenly rips through the cave, startling you both. A distorted voice chatters on the comlink that lies forgotten beside your pants. It blinks and the transmission ends just as abruptly. With a sigh Din brushes it off and tilts his head to tempt you into another kiss but—

Whoever’s trying to patch through is persistent. 

His lip curls in a scowl and snatches the comm. “Jorhaa’ir.”

You only catch your name being mentioned twice as rapid Mando’a is exchanged. Aeris maybe judging by the tone, but no that’s not right.   

“Wait—is that Paz?”

The muscles in Din’s shoulders tense, confirming your suspicion.

“Is everything ok?” Din doesn’t resist you when you pry the comlink out of his fingers and patch in. “Paz?”

Your heart skips a beat. 

“There you are,” the comlink crackles and you smile. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?” 

Stars—you didn’t think you’d miss hearing Paz’s voice. Your chest aches. 

The conversation is short, he asks you how you are and when you’re coming home and in the time it takes to answer, Din is peeling himself from your body. While you're distracted, he pulls on his pants and sits at the edges of your vision.

You both pretend when you say goodnight to Paz, return the comlink and crawl into his arms that nothing has festered with savage detachment. You don't remember to ask him what he was going to say and he lets you forget. The golden heart that bleeds molten ichor slips from your sight and becomes shut behind walls of beskar and bushes of thick thorns and overgrown ivy.         

He still holds you, but it’s the coldest you’ve ever been. 

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Severus Snape X Reader (Coffee)

Request: @noah1986 (IDK why it wont let me tag this person but anyway)  Hiiii hope you are doing well, i would like to request Snape with Y/n meeting in a coffee shop and speak about their interests and treats her so well and is kinda possessive with the way he touches her, then go out on a date and smut if you are okay with that 💕 Im dying for Snape, thank you so muchhhh

Word count: 1042

Warnings: b0ner and snow 

Master list 

It was a cold day. All days had been cold that December and it seemed like it was going to stay that way for a while. The bitter cold pulled heat out of any person that dared to exit their homes and your hands had practically turned to ice.

"I'm sorry" you said politely. "What were you saying?"

"I said, you should've worn gloves," said Severus.

"Oh. yes," you said warming your hands on the steaming mug.

The heat of the coffee shop had condensed on the glass, and a few droplets had grouped into little pools on the windowsill.

"Honestly (Y/N), If I weren't there to assist you the students would eat you alive"

"Oi I never asked you to babysit me, you just walked into my classroom one day and never left. Im perfectly capable of teaching first years by myself,"

The man gave you an all too familiar look. "What about the other years?"

"Shut your hole." you chuckled adjusting yourself to sit comfortably.

You and Severus had gotten into the habit of going out for cups of tea or coffee whenever the school season was over. Whether it be for Christmas or summer the pair of you would make time for one another and talk about your shared interests and things Severus deemed "inappropriate" to speak of in school (like your pasts).

"What do you think to this one then? Personally, I think it's horrid." Severus said taking a sip of his drink.

In all honesty, you could see why he didn't like the cafe you were in. The huge windows spanned from one side of the store to the other, allowing all of the natural light to illuminate the room. It was so cosy in there. It reminded you of American ski lodges you'd seen in muggle media. Stuffed deer heads and taxidermied birds adorned the walls (which you thought Severus would have enjoyed) and a large animal skin rug lay under your feet. What set it apart from the others you had gone to previously was that it was a Muggle owned establishment. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly Severus' scene.

"Other than the seats being a tad bit uncomfortable, I think this place is lovely" your face slowly turning into one of disgust as you took your first sip of tea. "And that's me finished with that"

"add this to your list of cafes to not re-visit"

"Will do."

Time passed and it got darker outside. For hours, the snow fell onto the un-gritted street as the pair of you talked. What about? Whatever came to mind at the time. Words seemed to escape your mouth quicker than you could think of them. The day passed quicker than either of you expected and when the shop assistant approached to tell you they were closing, you saw a glint of possessiveness flash across Severus' face.

Something about that look brought back so many memories you didn't know you had. They swam around in your head like a fish in a shallow pond but to save face you continued to smile.

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"WOW, it's freezing!" "I told you to-" "Yea, yea, yea, bring gloves I get it" you said. Sarcasm lacing your tone.

You both held onto each other to avoid slipping on the frosted pathway. You needed a secluded place to apparate and not get caught by a muggle or god forbid a ministry worker. You'd had enough run-ins with them to last 3 lifetimes.

"That reminds me, You need to apparate to my house. I have that book you lent me and I've finished it."

"And why can't you send it later?"

"Because. Cokeworth is too far away for you to apparate in a snowstorm and I don't want you getting sick."

Severus rolled his eyes at you, why you cared at all for his safety hed never know but he was grateful regardless. He'd been more than grateful to have you for a long time and it had taken a long time for him to admit that to himself.

The pair of you walked in silence for a little bit, the thoughts from before slowly returning.

Eventually, you asked, " You find me attractive don't you?"

"excuse me?"

"You find me attractive. I know you do."

"What on earth brought you to that conclusion, may I ask?"

You answered" Oh please, the way you looked at that shop assistant was the same as when anyone would talk to Lily. It isn't just when we're out and about either. You do it when you're babysitting me in class too,"

"That doesn't mean I'm attracted to you"

"So you're telling me that if I had you pinned against the wall, my hands all in your hair, you'd tell me to stop?"

He paused for a second before answering with a quiet "Yes"

At hearing this an evil smile crossed your mind and without a second thought your hands latched onto his shirt as you pinned him against the nearest wall. You saw the snowflakes fall into his dark hair and his eyes went wide with surprise. Your eyes darted to his lips before going back to his eyes. He looked like a deer in headlights and his face burned when he realised that he had gripped on to you to stop himself from falling over.

With a cheeky glint in your eye, you entangled your hands into his hair and leaned yourself closer to his face. Your dry lips ghosted over his.

" Go on Severus... you know you want to" you whispered.

There was no point in trying to say it wasn't true. You saw right through him and he knew that if he didn't he would regret it for the rest of his life.

It was cold at first but the longer it lasted the warmer it got. He was so gentle and slow with the kiss, like you were about to shatter in his arms.

"I'm like an open book to you aren't I?" he smiled looking into your warm eyes.

"Luckily enough for you, you're a book I enjoy reading. So here's my next question Severus... Is that your wand in your pocket or are you happy to kiss me?"

Smut ending...

“Luckily enough for you, you’re a book I enjoy reading. So here’s my next question Severus… Is that your wand in your pocket or are you happy to kiss me?" You asked with a cheeky grin.

With wide eyes, he enclosed the pair of you in his cape and turned to you with angry eyes.

"Why you filthy little..aaaaaaa" Midway through his sentence he cut himself off as he felt your hand palm him through his trousers. He let out a few quiet whimpers into your neck at the sensation and he couldn't have stopped you even if he wanted to.

"A ah ah, now Severus, don't ruin this beautiful moment with your ugly words" You purred into his ear, pulling his head off of your shoulder and dusted another kiss on his lips.

Severus's eyes were glazed with shock and lust. You had never been this bold with him before and he had to admit, he found it extremely arousing. You were teasing him, your hand glided over his cock and he could see on your face that you knew what you were doing.

You leaned into his face and whispered "Now do you want to apparate to mine?" in a dark chuckle.

In an attempt to compose himself, he stood to attention and held both your hands in a vice-like grip. You knew the routine, he would try and be scary and act as if nothing had happened but you also knew that he wouldnt have let go unless he had to.

"I didn't know you could be so evil, (Y/N)"

Without hesitation, you yanked your hands down forcing his face closer to yours and purred into his ear " I'm just getting started darling"