#it's so cute i watched that clip 500 times

[celestiababie]

Cat Cam- W.JH

Pairings: camboy! Jun x gn! reader (kinda)

Genre: just pure smut ngl

Warnings: mild pet play, male masturbation, indirect mentions of other members, cum eating, use of petnames (prettyboy, baby, babyboy, kitten) reader's username is princesspeach so jun calls them princess at one point. tbh this is just jun jerking off..idk what else to add 

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Okay so, I meant to post this a while ago, but a lot was going on in my personal life. Sorry that it's so short...and I didn't edit it that much, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Feedback is always appreciated, please don't be a silent reader!

"Oh! There's a package from sweet_tangerines. Thank you very much! The last item you sent ended up being my most viewed clip when I used it, so I have a good feeling about this one," Jun said as he waved the box to the camera.  

Jun winks into the camera, causing an influx of horny messages to scroll by on his screen, and the tips he made sure to thank as he opened up the package set in his lap.

 Truthfully this was what he loved most about his job, the attention. How he could do anything, and his viewers would eat it up graciously, leaving messages that made his ego (and something else) swell. 

At first, it meant to be a side hustle, a way to dig him out of the student debt and bills he was suffocating in. His paychecks sure as hell weren't cutting it, and he needed an answer to his problems fast.

Really fast.

Luckily for Jun, his prayers were answered one fateful night while browsing his favorite pornsite, cock in hand. Yeah, he was struggling, but everyone deserves to make themselves feel good. And if he was paying for his phone not to get shut off, he might as well make good use of the wonders of the internet. 

Usually skipping over the ads, he couldn't help but hover his finger over the button, tilting his head as a light bulb went off in his head as he watched a girl in the ad promote a cam website.

Jun never considered himself egotistical, but he was far from blind to his attractiveness. He had a handsome face, a body he worked hard for despite taking up extra shifts at his job, and a pretty cock, in his opinion. Who wouldn't want to watch him jerk off? He could do that for a few months, and all his problems would be solved.

And so he did, making an account and gaining traction pretty quickly due to his looks and how much he interacted with the audience.

A year later, he was still going live for his viewers, not just for the money, but because jerking off without thousands of eyes on him didn't do it for him anymore. He needs the attention to cum; the times he tried without left him only more sexually frustrated than before he began.

Another perk of the job was undoubtedly the gifts he received over the year, but with the package in his lap now opened, he was starting to question his audience's sanity.

 Jun typically refrained from kink shaming, but a pair of cat ears? Really?

"Sweet_tangerines, I'm not sure what you expect me to do with this, but I'll put it on just for you," Jun shyly smiled into the camera before going off-screen, causing his viewers to start guessing what the item could be.

sweet_tangerines: he's gonna look so CUTE!!

dinonono: is it a thong? I'm betting on a thong

gyubear97: I don't know what it is but I want it to be a thong 💓

princesspeach: whatever it is, I know our baby boy will look so sexy 

princesspeach tipped 500 coins!

Jun hears his tips go off from the corner of his room as he adjusts the cat eats on his head. A blush washed over him at the sound signifying a big tip, knowing exactly who it was.

His favorite reoccurring viewer was going to watch him pleasure himself dressed up in cat ears…

Jun took one last look in the mirror before making his way back to his desk, his head out of frame due to his height and hiding the surprise from everyone. Once he plopped down onto his chair, he was sure his computer was ready to crash with how fast the chat was moving.

His shyness slowly faded as he tried to keep up with the messages as much as possible.

"I see that you guys like the cat ears. We should all thank sweet_tangerines for this generous gift," his deep voice rang out to his audience, almost as if he was teasing them for enjoying this so much. 

But truthfully, he was enjoying it just as much.

Maybe not the cat ears specifically, but all the attention he was receiving because of it sure had an effect, his cock straining against his jeans, a visible tent forming, which people quickly took note of.

princesspeach: the kitty is getting hard already. you haven't even touched yourself. you should show us, pretty boy. 

Jun bit his lip as he caught your message in the sea of others, making eye contact with the camera knowing you were paying full attention to him. 

His hand mindlessly starts rubbing his thigh, inching further up until he palms himself, squeezing the sides of his shaft through his jeans and giving some relief. His head tilts back in his chair, eyes closing as he basked in the fact thousands were watching him tease himself. 

princesspeach: show us your pretty cock

princesspeach tipped 300 coins!

The sound of another big tip forces Jun's eyes open, reading out the message and thanking you for the tip as he stands up to shimmy out of his jeans. 

He takes his sweet time taking off his underwear, the band of his boxers sliding along his cock before his full length slaps against his toned abdomen, another wave of messages causing his cock to twitch.

Sitting back down, he makes eye contact with his webcam again with his cock in his hand. He slowly begins to pleasure himself, feeling his veins pulse in his grip as he moves his hand up and down along his shaft.

"How was everyone's day? I hope all of you can lay down and relax with me," he practically purrs, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

princesspeach: how’s your hand feel, kitten? your cock is leaking so much

“Fuck, it feels so good. I wish it was you around my cock instead, baby…” Jun’s eyes flutter at the sight of the nickname, his cock jolting in response, a bead of precum leaking out of the slit of his tip. He presses his finger against the sticky substance, pulling his finger away, causing a trail of his precum to follow his finger, glistening in the mood lighting in his bedroom, driving his viewers further into a state of desire.

His intense gaze captivates his audience through the camera as he brings his finger to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick his arousal off his fingertip before sliding two digits into his wet mouth, his tongue swirling around them as his other hand takes hold of his cock, jerking himself off faster this time around. 

gyubear97: oh my fucking god this is so hot…i’m not gonna last 

dinonono: me neither tbh, the cat ears are a nice touch

sweet_tangerines: shit, he always looks good

princesspeach: see how many people love seeing you jerk that pretty cock, kitten? I bet you love the attention 

princesspeach: such a pretty slut for us

princesspeach: I’d love to stuff your cock in my mouth, make you cum down my throat

Jun can’t help but focus solely on your messages, the words flying by fast, but fueling his pleasure, getting closer and closer to his impending climax.

Jun takes a second to tug his shirt over his head, finally giving his viewers a good look at his stunning body, the mood lighting emphasizing the hills and valleys of his abs. He chuckles at the immediate response he receives while he readjusts the cat ears on his head that nearly fell off his head while removing his shirt. 

He sits back in his chair, his right hand quickly moving back to his cock, his left one rubbing up and down his stomach before inching further up to tease at his nipples, moans slipping out of him as more precum leaks out of his cock, making it easier to fuck himself with hand. 

At some point, Jun’s eyes close fully, losing himself to the pleasure as his head falls back on the headrest of his chair, his adam’s apple bobbing as he desperately tries to swallow his moans but fails miserably.

Almost anyone would agree that this was one of the most sinful sights they ever laid their eyes upon. 

The man's body on full display, cute cat ears adorning his head despite his acts being anything but cute. How the perspiration on his body glistened as he got more worked up, the dark red flush of his cock as it leaked precum continuously, his cock glossy from his arousal and emphasizing every vein along his shaft. 

princesspeach: babyboy gonna cum for us?

princesspeach tipped 300 coins!

princesspeach: cum for me baby 

princesspeach: I'll cum with you

The notification sound of your tip forces his eyes to reopen, making the grave mistake of looking at the messages that followed.

Jun's hips stutter, fucking into his hand uncontrollably as he finally falls over the edge, his whole body burning hot as flashes of pleasure run through his body.

"T-thank you for the tip, p-princess," he moans out, thick globs of cum slipping out of his slit and onto his hand as he desperately tried to ride out his orgasm for as long as possible.

Once it felt like too much, he finally pulled his hand away from his softening cock, reveling in the light and blissful feeling he get when he had an intense orgasm. He pants heavily, taking a good couple of minutes to regain control of himself before he blinks up at the ceiling.

dinonono: damn, he came more than usual today

sweet_tangerines: i hope he uploads today's stream…i need to rewatch it 

gyubear97: I already came twice…

Jun finally looks back into the camera, a subtle smirk across his lips as he raises his cum covered hand to his face to lick it off.

princesspeach: does the kitten like cleaning himself off? tastes good, doesn't it?

Jun chuckles softly at your comment as he licks off the remainder of his cum.

"I think it's time I wrap up this stream, guys. I had a lot of fun and hope all of you enjoyed yourselves as well. I'll do another stream in two days but don't worry! Tonight's stream will be posted to hold you over in the meantime. Have a good night, everyone!" 

Jun winks into the camera before waving goodbye, his free hand moving to his desk to stop his stream. 

He lets out a huff as he leans back in his chair, too lazy to get fully cleaned and dressed just yet, but the ringing of his phone from his bedside table forces him to get up out of his chair.

He rolls his eyes despite the blush on his face when he sees who's calling, taking a deep breath before sliding his thumb across to answer.

"Did you have to call me right after I closed the stream?"

"Oh shush, I'm only calling to ask if I should come over tomorrow since you won't be live."

Jun bites his lip at the offer, his mind thinking back to the times he's had you in his bed.

"You can come over, baby. I'll even wear the cat ears since you seemed to like them so much," he purrs into the phone.

"I'll hold you to that, kitten."

[kisses-for-kai]

Things I’d get Kai for Christmas

Aka things you could get for a minimalist, which is usually VERY tricky to shop for

Kai himself is pretty much a minimalist, he said so himself that he doesn’t like overly cluttered spaces. I feel like for Kai if he did want to get something for his s/o he’d definitely try showboating, and go out of his way to get them something flashy- but for himself I feel like if you asked him “hey what do you want for Christmas” he probably wouldn’t give you anything MUCH to go off on, like the only thing he’d want is “a new tie” or something. But if he’s spending like $500 on you, you’d wanna try and even out the gifts and get him extra stuff too right 

SO some gifts that I FEEL / hope Kai’d like would be... 

1. Premium Tea or Coffee Beans

More specifically for tea, get him good bitter tea rather than anything fruity or sweet, like loose black tea leaves or matcha powder. Coffee’s probably easier to choose if you’re not sure what the “right pick is” since a dark roast cant go wrong. 

2. A new watch

If you, or your OC or your sona is loaded or has a high budget, you could get him like a FANCY fancy watch like Rolex. But if a more reasonable budget is needed there’s a lot of options. He easily likes gold-accented accessories too. 

+ BONUS you could make it more personal and have a message on it too. 

3. Golden Cufflinks + Tie Clip 

Following the train of “Kai likes golden accessories” this would total work as well, especially if you wanna pair it as a gift bundle thing with the watch. 

+ another Bonus if you also wanna get the tie clip engraved too heheh

Now past the fancy presents, assuming you/your OC/your sona is closer to Kai and you’ve been together for a while, more personable gifts that would work would be- 

4. Hardcover Books

Particularly something that you know he’d have his eyes on, or on a topic that you know would intrigue him. Kai’s a bookworm I feel, or whenever he does have the rare change for free time he’d crack open a couple books. Alternatively you could get him an e-reader if you’re not sure what he’d like to read specifically, and if you’re set that he wants to be MINIMAL minimal. 

Lastly, if you’re still iffy on getting any of these things you can focus more on experienced based gifts during the holiday season- 

5. Experience-based gifts

Some things you can come up with is different cute date night activities like: asking him what special meal he’d like and you could cook it up for him with the best ingredients at his/your apartment; maybe a trip to the museum, couple spa day, a night at a luxury hotel room ifyouknowwhatimean, just to name a couple of ideas. The most important part is you convince Kai to take a day off as his own christmas gift. WELL thats all I can think of for now, I didn’t intend for this post to come off as like a Buzzfeed article but there’s no going back now. ANYWAYS happy holidays to everyoneee

[courtonfire]

I can see you with me

Short Wangxian fic - Optometrist Wei Wuxian, patient Lan Wangji meet-cute!

‘Oh no,’ Wei Wuxian thinks as he walks his last patient of the day to the door. No, no, no. Absolutely no way is he letting this happen.

He calls a half-hearted farewell to his patient and races to the check-out counter with the speed of a man attempting to stop a horrible tragedy – because he is.

Right there, in the middle of his own clinic, the most beautiful man in the entire, literal world is about to buy the most hideous glasses any incompetent, fashionably challenged manufacturer has ever dared to create.

It all happens like a dramatic slo-mo scene from an action movie. As he approaches the counter, arm outstretched, the patient and his optician, Nie Huaisang, turn to him with wide eyes. He thinks he hears Nie Huaisang call his name in alarm, but it barely registers through the haze of desperation.

“No!” He cries and finally, finally reaches the counter. In one fell swoop, he snatches the patient’s credit card and glasses in his hand and steps back out of reach.

“I cannot let this transaction happen, not in my store.”

From the corner of his eye, he swears he sees Nie Haisang heave a sigh of relief, but when he checks, the man looks as anxious and confused as he always does. The patient, a serious, professional-looking man, glares at him.

“Please return my card and glasses,” he requests, an edge to his voice. Wei Wuxian eyes him wearily. With the glasses out of the way, he supposes it should be safe to return the card. Carefully, he extends the card (a black card, the former broke-ass college student in him notes) out to the man, keeping the glasses hidden behind his back.

The man takes it. When it becomes clear Wei Wuxian is not planning to give him the glasses, he raises a brow.

“The glasses as well. Please. I will not ask again.”

"Gege," Wei Wuxian drawls. "You can do much better than these clunky things! Come on, let's go try on some other frames."

He walks towards the display but stops when the man doesn't follow.

"Those frames are fine,” he clips. “Now, return them so I can be checked out."

Wei Wuxian scoffs indignantly. "Gege, if I let you buy these, that's the only kind of checking out you'll be receiving for a while."

The man's impassive expression doesn't shift, but Wei Wuxian clocks a subtle eye twitch with no small amount of amusement. Pretty, mean, and fun to tease. Crazy how a man with so little taste can somehow still check all of his boxes.

"I am not buying glasses for appearance's sake, I am buying them to see," he bites out. "Those frames are sturdy and comfortable for the occasional times I will use them. I do not care how they look."

Wei Wuxian eyes him, taking in the crisp, light blue button-up and dark grey slacks. Both are well-fitted and entirely uncreased, despite it being late afternoon. When he shifts, his sleeve moves up just enough for Wei Wuxian to catch a glance of a very expensive-looking watch.

Wei Wuxian quirks a brow. The man clears his throat and quickly tugs the offending sleeve down.

"That outfit altogether must cost no less than $500 and you're trying to tell me you don't care about appearances?"

The man glares at him. "My clothes are professional," he says with a pointed look at Wei Wuxians own work clothes – a comfy red button-up and black ripped skinny jeans.

Wei Wuxian laughs loudly at the blatant jab. "That they are," he allows. "But, won't these glasses ruin the whole wealthy businessman-possibly-a-sugar-daddy vibe you got going on?"

The man's eyes narrow. The stony glare from before shifts into something more murderous.

"Ridiculous."

Wei Wuxian swallows down a delighted noise. Teasing him is turning out to be the most fun he's had all week.

He tries (and mostly fails, going off the guy’s unimpressed expression) to mold his face into something resembling concern and holds up the frames in question. The frames are a hideous shade of brown and bulky with round lenses.

"These look like they're made for a 13-year-old going through their 'I’m so different and quirky' phase because they saw it in a movie, not a handsome professional like yourself."

The man storms over, snatches the frame from his hand, and slams them back on the counter by Nie Huaisang

"I would like these," he snaps. Wei Wuxian groans loudly.

"Okay, gege -"

"Don't call me that."

"Okay, not-gege, let's make a deal. I'll pick out five frames and if you don't like any of them, you can buy those."

"I can buy these now," he points out with a sniff. Wei Wuxian gives him a look.

"I know you can, but please at least look at other options before you buy the most atrocious pair we sell."

The man straightens. "How do you know I didn't look at other pairs before?"

Wei Wuxian crosses his arms and leans back, unimpressed. "Did you?"

He looks away. Wei Wuxian glances at Nie Huaisang, who subtly shakes his head. Wei Wuxian smirks and looks back at the man.

"I didn't think so. I bet you just grabbed the first sturdy looking pair you saw and called it good, didn't you, not-gege?"

"There is nothing wrong with wanting to choose a sturdy pair," he answers, still not looking at him.

"Of course not," he soothes. "But, the technology is pretty great these days. We have several options that look flimsy, but are just as strong as the ones you picked.”

The man throws him a suspicious look, then turns to Nie Huaisang. "Is that true?"

Nie Huaisang nods frantically. "Yes, yes, Dr. Wei is correct."

He faces Wei Wuxian again, who lifts a hand as though to say 'see?'.

"How about it then, not-gege? Will you give me a chance to blow your mind?"

The man scoffs, but moves to sit at the fitting table. "You may present five pairs. If I do not like them, then I will buy the original ones."

Wei Wuxian grins brightly. "You're on," he agrees, then sets off to work.

He flits about their display cases, looking closely at each pair. When he finds one he likes, he has Nie Huaisang pull up their information sheet to check their ratings in strength, comfort, flexibility and long term fit. He puts back the ones that don't line up with the man's - Lan Wangji is his name, he has recently learned - preferences.

It takes several minutes, but eventually he ends up with five pairs he thinks will work. He lines them up on the table in front of Lan Wangji and carefully presents the ratings for each pair. Lan Wangji, suddenly picky despite his terrible first choice, immediately axes two of the pairs based on color and shape. Wei Wuxian allows it without comment, though he's admittedly irked he didn't even try them on.

"Not-gege," he interrupts when Lan Wangji begins to speak unfavorably of another pair without trying them. "You agreed to give me a proper chance. At least test them before throwing them out!"

Lan Wangji studies him for a second, then exhales in a way that Wei Wuxian assumes is a heavy sigh for him, though its barely heavier than a typical breath. Wordlessly, he slides on the pair he was about to reject and faces Wei Wuxian.

"Happy?"

Wei Wuxian fumbles for words. He is, at a minimum, very happy, edging closer to completely stunned.

Despite Lan Wangji not liking the color, it looks fantastic on him. Wei Wuxian knew it would – that's why he picked them – but it's a whole different feeling to see him actually wearing them.

The gold of the frames perfectly matches his skin tone and brings out the gorgeous golden flecks in his brown eyes. Wei Wuxian feels himself getting lost as he stares. It takes significant effort to tear his gaze away and check the overall appearance and fit of the glasses on Lan Wangji.

The thin, lightweight, square frames highlight his sharp cheekbones and his even sharper jawline. They do a lot to enhance both Lan Wangji's professional and naturally gorgeous appearance.

If he was a 10 before, he's at least a 100 now. "Dr. Wei?" Lan Wangji questions when the silence stretches.

"I - um," his voice comes out embarrassingly hoarse. He clears his throat and continues. "Yes. Those look very nice on you, Lan Wangji."

Lan Wangji blinks in surprise. Wei Wuxian kicks himself under the table. Could he be more obvious? It's not like him to get this flustered, especially with one of their patients of all people. Hot guy or not, Wei Wuxian needs to pull himself together before he lands himself a harassment suit.

"I think gold is definitely the way to go," he declares, tone thankfully level. He gives hands Lan Wangji a small mirror. "What do you think?"

Lan Wangji studies himself. With some reluctance, he nods. "Mn. Gold is good."

Wei Wuxian cries in victory. "Ah ha! I knew I could pick something you'd like!"

"It's not over yet, I still have not picked a pair," Lan Wangji snaps, but his heart isn't in it. When he looks away, Wei Wuxian notices the tips of his ears have turned an adorable shade of red. He bites back a smile, a pushes another pair towards him, also gold wire frames, but a touch shinier with boxy-round lenses.

"These are similar, why don't you try them next?"

Lan Wangji sets aside the previous pair (in a different spot than the rejects, Wei Wuxian notes gleefully) and puts on the offered one. For all his efforts at being professional, Wei Wuxian can't help the little gasp that escapes when he looks at him.

"What do you think?" He asks, as though he hasn't just changed Wei Wuxian's entire definition of beauty.

"I think you better get those and hope I never see you wearing them outside the clinic or else I'll have no choice but to ask you out to dinner."

The words slip out before he can stop them. He immediately wants to bang his head on the table. Lan Wangji's mouth opens and closes again, at a loss for words.

"I see," he lands on. The blush on the tip of his ears crawls onto his cheeks and he shifts awkwardly in his seat. Wei Wuxian bites down a groan. He's clearly made Lan Wangji uncomfortable. He isn't sure if the fluttering in his ears is his heart, tinnitus or the sound of his job flying out the door.

He opens his mouth to apologize, but Lan Wangji speaks first.

"I will get these, then." Wei Wuxian reels back. "You will? But you haven't even seen how they look!"

Lan Wangji picks up the mirror, quickly looks, then puts it back down. "I will get these," he repeats, then turns to where Nie Huaisang has been watching the whole ordeal from behind the desk. "I believe they need to be fitted now?"

"Yes, yes, of course," Nie Huaisang hops up and rushes over to shoo Wei Wuxian out of his seat.

Wei Wuxian watches in a confused daze as Nie Huaisang fits the glasses, discusses an add ons, like a blue light filter, and charges Lan Wangji for everything.

"They'll be here next week," Nie Huaisang finishes and hands back Lan Wangji’s card.

Lan Wangji nods and turns to Wei Wuxian. "Thank you for your assistance today," he says. "You have proven to be very helpful."

Wei Wuxian might be – definitely is – losing his mind, but he swears Lan Wangji checks him out before he walks out the door to the parking lot. Wei Wuxian balks at Nie Huaisang. "Did he just - ? What even happened?"

Nie Huaisang waves his hands wildly. "I don't know, Dr. Wei, I really don't know."

"Huh," Wei Wuxian says and rests his hands on his hips.

He thinks about the encounter the rest of the week. It drives him a little crazy, if he's being honest. Usually, he's able to brush off encounters with pretty people that are obviously not interested in him - but that's the thing.

Was Lan Wangji really not interested in him? It certainly seemed that way in the beginning, but then Wei Wuxian had shoved his foot in his mouth and Lan Wangji had... bought the glasses. The ones he said made him want to take Lan Wangji on a date. Then there was whatever look Lan Wangji gave him before leaving. He is almost certain Lan Wangji was checking him out – but was it like an 'I think you're sexy' or an 'I could take you in a fight' kind of check-out?

By the time Lan Wangji's glasses arrive, Wei Wuxian is barely holding himself back from violating several HIPPA laws to get Lan Wangji's number and demand he lay his intentions out clearly to spare his poor heart.

As luck would have it though, he's stuck in an appointment when Lan Wangji stops by and misses him entirely.

He groans and drops his head on the desk when Nie Huaisang tells him. Nie Huaisang pats him on the back.

"There, there, Wei-xiong,” he soothes. “He did ask about you, so maybe he'll come back?"

Wei Wuxian's head shoots up, narrowly missing bumping heads with him. "He did? What did he say?"

Nie Huaisang flutters a hand. "Oh I don't remember exactly."

Wei Wuxian glares at him. "Oh you don't? I thought you said he left less than 15 minutes ago. Maybe you should get your head checked out."

"Ah ah ah, Wei-xiong," Nie Huaisang waves a finger. "There's no need for all that, I have a perfectly respectable doctor right here who knows exactly what medicine I need to cure my bad memory." He wiggles his brows.

Wei Wuxian sighs.  He will absolutely regret this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. "Fine, I'll pay for drinks Saturday night."

Nie Huaisang raises a brow. Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. "And next Saturday."

Nie Huaisang' face lights up. "Oh! I suddenly seem to recall now!"

Wei Wuxian throws him an unimpressed look. "It’s a miracle,” he deadpans. “What was it?"

"He asked if you’re here and what time you get off," Nie Huaisang answers with a grin.

Wei Wuxian's brows furrow. "What time I get off? Why would he want to know that?"

Nie Huaisang shrugs and lifts his arms in surrender. "Now that, I really don't know. I told him you work until closing, he thanked me, then took the glasses and left."

Wei Wuxian hums thoughtfully. He can think of a few reasons Lan Wangji might want to meet him after work, but then again, the man is too much a wild card for him to be certain about any of them.

Though confused, he also can't help but feel excited at the mystery. Lan Wangji may have seemed boring, but he sure is keeping him on his toes.

He checks the clock, crying internally when he sees there's still around 3 hours before he's off.

The door chimes, signaling the arrival of his next patient. With one last longing sigh, he heads off to prep the exam room while Nie Huaisang checks them in.

It's a relatively busy day, thankfully. All his patients pepper him with obscure questions that require his full attention to properly answer. In what feels like no time, he's packing up his things and rushing out the door, excited to see what's waiting for him.

Though he expected it, he's still shocked to see Lan Wangji, standing there, wearing his glasses and looking even more incredible than Wei Wuxian remembers - which should be impossible, but somehow he's managed it.

He stops just a couple feet away, heart pounding. The door falls shut with a soft thud behind him. The world is silent as they stare at one another.

Wei Wuxian reaches for something to say, but words evade him. Thankfully, Lan Wangji has it covered.

“Oh no,” he intones. “You saw me wearing these glasses outside the clinic.”

Wei Wuxian blinks at him. The ADHD squirrels in his brain scramble for an explanation of what the hell Lan Wangji is talking about. Finally, one finds the answer. Wei Wuxian chortles.

"I guess I have no choice but to take you to dinner then, huh?" Lan Wangji nods remorsefully and steps closer. "Unfortunately, it seems there is no other option."

Wei Wuxian meets him halfway, not stopping until their toes are scant inches apart and he can see every fleck of gold in those enchanting eyes.

"Well, I did warn you," he reminds with a grin. Lan Wangji grabs his hand and laces their fingers together.

"Mn. I was careless."

Wei Wuxian squeezes his hand. "I don't mind. After all, you're the one being punished here."

Lan Wangji smiles softly. "Preferably with vegan food."

Wei Wuxian laughs and tugs him in the direction of his car.

"Vegan food it is, gorgeous."

The end!

They go on an excellent date at a trendy vegan restaurant and Lan Wangji can actually read the menu bc of his new glasses 🥰

I hope you all enjoyed reading! 💗

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Evan had a big part in Wish, we didn't see much of him in the trailer cuz it would have spoiled it 😉

really? that's good to know. the trailer i saw 500 times watching a basketball game the other night made the movie seem blah, even as someone who loves cute stuff and would still watch a children's movie lol so i don't think i'm gonna watch it but i will hopefully see clips online :(

[staynayo]

#TheEclipseSeriesEP1 Reaction

The episode was short but there is so much to unpack! I'll just let out my thoughts here bc wtf

About the plot:

Episode 1 laid down a lot of elements that will be discussed as the series go on and now we are left with so many questions, anticipating for more episodes. At first, it was hard to follow because it felt like the story just dived into the climax. But after going through it, it felt like I watched a book, if that makes sense.

I also remembered that they're cramming in a 121-chapter, 500+-page book in a 12-episode series; plus when I checked out Irresistible by P'Golf, they also started the series with the highlight of the plot before the introductions; and in TMOTB, we can see that Prapt also reveals that some characters' motivations are revealed early, while others are explained much later in the show. And while the director and author tells stories this way, the actors are very talented in showing the needed emotions.

The entire objective of investigating the curse of Suppalo was established early. It is packed with different opinions and motives. The teachers and the prefects think that they can protect the students from the curse by obeying the rules; but the World Remembers Gang think that the rules are non-progressive and that the effects of the curse are done by living person.

When the vase fell from the balcony, we saw a hand push it; but when the gang was at the printing room, they were terrified and a clip of another student running was shown. The first incident shows that it is indeed done by a person but the second one shows that it is possibly paranormal. But what if it is both? And the person acting behind it just using their fear to keep chaos from ensuing.

Which leads me to the question that if the rules have been around for 100 years, when did the curse begin? If it is also for a century, then the person behind it already has a successor or they are not human at all. (My theories are getting more silly the more I think about it)

Dika's death will play a big part in revealing the truth about the curse. Which also makes me wonder if Ayan wants to awaken the curse to avenge his uncle or he wants to reveal the perpetuator? It made me think that if he does awaken the curse and it affects Akk by the time they're together, Ayan would just be hurt again.

About the cast:

They're very talented and I really want to commend them individually.

Khaotung as Ayan: Khaotung is such a PHENOMENAL actor! He portrayed Ayan so naturally, down to his mannerisms. It's incredible. I was expecting that since he is the mysterious boy, his backstory will be saved for later. I was surprised that we learned about his past and his motivations so early in the show! Which makes me so curious on what to expect from him later on.

First as Akk: The way he portrayed Akk interests me. Everyone knows that First is a versatile actor. He can be fierce if he wanted to, but the Akk we saw is calm and careful, still arrogant and stubborn but a little less aggressive than expected. It made me curious, does Akk already have doubts with the school system even before Ayan arrived? It's clear that as the prefect, he fears that the students will be hurt by the curse and the rules are the only way to prevent that, yet he was easily moved by Ayan's words. I thought we would learn more about him but it turned out that there was only little revealed about Akk.

Neo as Khan: He has always played comedic roles but him playing a serious prefect who has internal homophia was INSANELY GOOD! He was shown as the student who strongly believes the curse and this bars his judgment as the prefect. He seems stricter than Akk. I also like how his story with Thua is established already so we can expect that the rest of the series will be about his self-acceptance.

Louis as Thua: Louis is so cute and he reminds me a lot about Khaotung as well, not only because their characters are confident gays but the way they act naturally too. This kid is going places. He has so much patience for Khan and I really can't wait to see more their story.

AJ as Wat: There is not much shown about him yet but AJ portrayed his character naturally. I really thought GMMTV should give this guy lead roles soon. It was only subtle, but with the scene where he based the investigation of Ayan on a movie already established that we can expect him to be the film lover and the character who will face struggle in following his dreams.

Pawin as Namo: He is great at drama so I thought he would choose that path for Namo as well but it turned out that he was designed for the comedic role. The way he pouted and pleaded the prefects to accept him was so cute! I also like how they subtly showed that he is always behind the prefects, listening to their conversations. Because later, it would lead to him giving intel to Ayan about them.

Ploy as Teacher Sani: She is always bubbly on set but oh boy, watching her play Sani mystified me! She is the new english teacher and assistant student welfare teacher - which were Dika's old jobs. Which leads me to wonder if she took his position on purpose and came to Suppalo with the same intention as Ayan? Or investigating the curse is just something she'll learn later on because of her compassion for her students?

Yai as Teacher Chadok, and Sai as Teacher Waree: They're legends, as the young cast defined. My bestie defined them as creepy like aswangs which I found funny but accurate. They seemed suspicious. Chadok is doing well in brainwashing Akk into believing that the rules are perfect and can reduce the effects of the curse. But why? If there's one thing I learned from TMOTB which is written by the same author of The Eclipse, not all the characters we think who are good or bad are exactly as they seem.

About the production:

I had so many worries for the production team which is still new because when I checked out the older works of the people involved, they used traditional lakorn cinematic techniques which I feared to be not competitive in this era of Thai dramas. But when the episode began, I was taken aback! The storytelling is unique. I complimented both the author and ALLTHIS, but even Prapt commended ALLTHIS' adaptation of his work. There's still a lot of room for improvement and I hope they can take note of it. Even with mixed opinions about the production, this makes the series more exciting than expected.

[moon-ursidae]

GAME SESSION 4 RECAP

i’ve had a very emotionally draining day even before playing this so we’ll see what awaits me beyond the start screen this time HAHA

as always, spoilers for both games and the hbo series below!! (this one is L O N G)

i want to play today but i’m also going through it so we’ll see how this plays out lmao

hours played: 8 or 9 hours?? somewhere around there idk when i started

KICKIN IT OFF:

so i’m kinda scared bc joel and ellie are in the same clothes that they’re in during the winter section which i’ve seen some clips of. which means hurt/sick joel soon? and uhhh DAVID. so yknow. kinda nervous about that.

excited to see nolan and troy in another project together tho. a dynamic duo in the gaming industry truly.

omg this section is called go big horns. CUTE

i don’t remember what i did last haha but i’m in a dorm hall? we’ll see what happens

OH i’m supposed to get a gate open. slay

i love when joel gets on the horse he says “scoot.” LIKE HE DID W SARAH ON THE COUCH🥲😭

god i wish fall would fucking GET HERE

sorry the jacket on joel looks so cozy

i’m so on edge rn it’s too quiet

uh ooohhhh muthafuckin spores

i knew it was too quiet i’m so scared bro

if there’s a bloater here i will exit the game LMAO

okay in this one room there’s a melee weapon, a bomb, and arrows. not liking the looks of this so far

do i really have to drop down tho?? do i??

FUCKIN HELL I DON’T LIKE THIS AT ALL

i’m gonna try to coax my dog to sit in here w me HAHAHA

okay well they’re both not having it

ANYWAY

I FUCKING HEAR A BLOATER UR JOKING

i threw a bottle down the hall and was SPAMMING square to open this door holy fuck

that was so close i was literally like “pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” holy fuck dude

i feel like every infected known to man is gonna seep through the walls of this campus when i turn this generator on

i was wondering if joel went to college

him being more open w ellie🥺

“ok.” “too much?” “too much.” i’m gonna fucking cry again. i love seeing the more sensitive side of joel, because he clearly is quite sensitive. he doesn’t like bringing up sarah that often, he doesn’t want to talk about what happened with his wife. he’s clearly still affected by these things. he’s just had to shove those feelings down and become hardened by the apocalypse. he still cares under his grizzled and weathered surface.🥺

i also love the development of how ellie respects his boundaries and doesn’t push too much further into his past after the ranch house conversation. after he says it’s too much, she doesn’t say anything else. GOD the writing is so so good

OMG WAIT i forgot to mention the duct tape on joel’s boots like forever ago. i like that they added that detail in the show too :)

if anything happens to callus while i’m in here, i will simply cry

“c’mon kiddo, give me your hand” 🥺

dude bros i’m so scared for when joel is gonna get hurt bc i most definitely remember it being near brick buildings? and all of these buildings fall into that category? and joel is in the same clothes? i am uhh how you say…SCARED

max health let’s gooooooo

so whoever is here has definitely been watching us. they made a sound RIGHT upstairs and they cleared out that fast?? they’ve absolutely been watching us and i’m scared that they heard ellie say that we have the cure to mankind🫠

sure are a lot of bottles and bricks up here 👀

dog break bc they needed to get some energy out

BACK TO THE GAME

BRO THAT’S SO SCARY THAT PEOPLE CAN MOVE THIS FAST

so we’re not gonna investigate that??

just pushin’ on?? this is not looking good bros

yoooooo this xray looks DOPE

i really don’t wanna open this door

IT WAS MONKEYS THE TIME

THE MONKEYS ARE A FALSE ALARM I KNOW IT DEEP IN MY BONES WHY ELSE WOULD THERE BE 500 BRICKS AND BOTTLES

THEY INJECTED THE MONKEYS????

broooooo

uh oh cutscene i am scared

to utah!! right?

why did he stop? joel please not now

uh oh spaghetti-o’s!

do i have to go back the way i came???? that was SO FAR BRO

fuuuuck

OH NO JOEL PLZ NOT OVER THE RAILS PLEASE

ELLIE??? NO HELP??? WH-?????

oh fuck goddamnit the railing BROKE

IMPALED????????? WHAT????????

FUCKING IMPALED?????

I’M GONNA START CRYING NO

THE STRUGGLED BREATHS??

HIM REACHING OUT TO ELLIE??????

STILL PROTECTING HER AS HE’S LITERALLY IMPALED STOP

THE TEARING SOUNDS???

JOEL YELLING???

I’M GONNA CRY BRO

STOP I HATE THIS

ELLIE IS SO SCARED

UUUUGH DUDE

SAYING HE’S FINE?? TO NOT SCARE HER?? OR TO TRICK HIS OWN BRAIN?? PROBABLY BOTH?

i know he’s gonna be okay but i am still very much in distress

his hands are COVERED in blood :(

this hurts my soul

oh my god she’s covered in blood too :((

ELLIE’S BEING SUCH A HELP ASSURING HIM I-

he doesn’t wanna put his weight on her and slow them down further :(

“then fucking walk” LMAO

the trail of blood 🥲

HER HELPING HIM I CAN’T DO THIS

HEY FUCKER LET GO OF THE HORSE

omg ellie is badass bro

i mean i knew that already but goddamn she’s really steppin up

oh my god please don’t fall of the horse joel

…he fell off the fucking horse

HE LOOKS SO PALE :(

I’M GETTING FLASHBACKS TO HER SAYING GET UP TO HIM 😭

WINTER?? we must’ve been in mid-late november just now then

THE ICONIC RABBIT

SLAY ELLIE

this feels so fucking weird playing ellie

i bet anyone playing this without spoilers for the first time was panicking thinking joel was dead

oh it takes her a hot minute to climb

DETAILS

gotta take that into account tho i’m so used to big grumpy texas man

“what is this place?” GIRL DON’T GO

NOLAN NORTH IS IN THERE

talking to herself in reassurance :(

took a food break

OH MY GOD OKAY UHHHH WAS NOT EXPECTING DAVID THIS EARLY

YES ELLIE

ellie i don’t think they have antibiotics

i fucking love ellie dude

“i’ve had some practice” i love how even when it’s ellie’s there’s essences of joel here

like he literally taught her how to use the rifle🥲

bro am i playing COD zombies or??

i do not trust david at all. i know he’s helping me to build trust but he’ll totally fuck me over later

i only trust joel to boost me bro

BLOATER??

i just started nailing that motherfucker with molotovs and bombs. that seems to work well :)

DO NOT touch ellie bro

“we make a pretty good team” don’t get ahead of yourself here dAvId. i’ve known you for like 10 minutes

I REMEMBER SEEING MOCAP VIDEO OF THIS SCENE

crazy man traveling with a little girl? uh sir, i don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there is no man with ellie. and she covered up saying she has a group as well.

what man? ellie is alone. LEAVE HER ALONE DAVID.

“you’re just a kid.” with YOUR RIFLE pointed at YOUR FACE bro shut the hell up

oh well… now that’s not fair james can fuck off

are we sure this is medicine??? this could be fucking poison dawg

“i can protect you” nah i’m good there’s a grumpy texas man waiting for me

bro they’re gonna follow ellie and she’s gonna lead them right to joel and shit’s gonna go down i feel it in my bones

JOELLLLLLL

he’s looking worse for wear

my heart w this music UGH

STOP. HIM SHIVERING AND HER CHECKING HIS TEMP ON HIS HEAD

AND THEN LAYING NEXT TO HIM

AND HE’S LOOKING OVER AT HER

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THEY’VE COME SO FARRRRRRR

what THE FUCK did i say

GODDAMNIT

YEA THEY TRACKED YOU

KINDA EASY TO DO THAT IN THE SNOW

ELLIE I’M NOT MAD AT YOU I’M JUST STRESSED

HER KEEPING HIM UPDATED EVEN THOUGH HE MIGHT BE SO OUT OF IT I CANNOT

THE WAY HE STIRRED WHEN SHE SAID SHE WAS GONNA DRAW THEM AWAY HE WANTS TO GET UP AND FIGHT FOR HERRRRRRRR AAAHHHHHHH

NOOO CALLUS NO BRO NOOOOOOO

I’M HAVING RDR2 FLASHBACKS

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHY DO I STILL GET ATTACHED WHEN I KNOW WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN EVERY. FUCKING. TIME

okay stealth with ellie is kinda fun

the bow is the way to go apparently lmao

i’m so pissed i missed possible loot bc i decided to go the way that looked like it had loot. FUCK

SECRET TUNNELLLLLLL! SECRET TUNNEL! THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN! haha

she’s so worried about joel🥺

me too tho i get it

the way that i’m naming every voice actor of these npc’s the whole time i’ve been playing this game💀

i’m like “oh my god yuri! laur! travis! nolan!” i do this with every game tho LMAO

the fucking music in the background is hauntingly beautiful

this lodge goes hard dude i wanna live here

ELLIE

FUUUUCK DAVID DUDE

EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW

THE SOUND EFFECTS OF THE CUTTING BLEH

“it’s deer” BULLSHIT GUY I JUST SAW A MOTHERFUCKER CHOPPING UP A WHOLE P E R S O N

“you’re a fucking animal” *continues to eat like an animal*

this is something that i do think about when it comes to apocalypse situations like how fast would some people resort to… other forms of sustenance…

dude nolan killed it being creepy as fuck haha

how long until he snaps dude i’m scared. he’s too calm

“and you’re special” NOOOOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOPE

YA’LL HAVE FUN

I’M NOT GONNA DO THAT HAHA

why tf is she letting him touch her hand bro i would’ve broken his goddamn fingers by now

wait she has to be acting so they’ll let her go nvm she’s clever lmao

OH MY GOD I SWEAR I DIDN’T KNOW SHE FUCKING BREAKS HIS FINGER

HOLY SHIT YEEES

“tell them that ellie is the little girl that broke your fucking finger.” OH MY GOD?? F E R A L

“how did you put it? hmm? tiny pieces?” IT’S THE LINE!! AH

also G R O S S

JOOOEEEELLLLLL

joel ur gonna rip those fuckin stitches man

woooaaah the controller light went from green to yellow? OHHHHH IT’S BASED ON MY HEALTH

why did that take me so long to notice? LMAOOOOO

the way that i’m walking slow as if that’ll put him through less pain💀

i take back what i said before about being able to hear him breathe bc this is so fucking sad hearing him grunting and struggling and shivering

i audibly shushed joel when he yelled for ellie like it was gonna do anything HAHA

having an injury in the cold fucking suuuuucks dude ur so sensitive to the weather

JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST. even when joel is in extreme pain he’s taking not one, but TWO hostages. and they’re not overpowering him. jesus

HOLY FUCK JOEL. HE IS IN SO MUCH PAIN. AND JUST WAILIN ON THESE GUYS

jesus fucking christ

“focus right here.”

i- this is doing something to me🫢

ANYWAYYYY

PUTTING THE KNIFE IN HIS MOUTH AND MAKING HIM MARK THE MAP IN HIS OWN BLOOD IS C O L D AS HELL

“and it better be the same spot your buddy points to” OH MY GOD JOEL

“that’s alright. i believe him.”

i’m sittin here like 😳🫢😮

bro do not FUCK with joel miller goddamn

ellie you better wake the fuck up the terminator is coming to pick you up

oh shit oh fuck oh shit

YEA FUCK YOU DAVID LOOK AT HER ARM FUCKER

SLAAYYYYY ELLIE

oh this is a blizzard alright

sorry my midwesterner came out there for a sec

dude nolan is scary in this role he’s doin great

i’m waiting to hear joel absolutely fucking shit up in the distance

hearing ellie shiver :(

DUDE BURNING BUILDING BOSS FIGHT? slay

DAVID IS SO SCARY

JOOOOOEEEELLLLLL

i’m the one that will be fucking shit up? EXCELLENT👹

THERE’S LIKE 12 GUYS FOR ME TO HANDLE?? I HAD LIKE 5 or 6 FOR ELLIE TOTAL GODDAMN

ellie’s bag!!

when he walks into the butcher and sees what’s hanging then is like “i gotta find her. i gotta find her” in a slightly panicked tone? NO ONE TALK TO ME

oh shit indeed joel

ELLIE WAKE UUUUP I DON’T LIKE THIS ELLIE WAKE UUUUUUPPPP

i’m waiting for joel to come in and fuck shit up part 2 electric boogaloo

david is pathetic bro fighting a 14 yr old. watching her crawl for a weapon desperately, only to laugh and kick her when she gets close

holy fuck dude. no one talk to me. no one perceive me rn.

the first time he’s called her babygirl😭

oh my god. i’m fucking C R Y I N G rn

super traumatic things happen right before the seasons change i should know this by now

we’re in spring now oh boy

AHH THE OUTFITS!!! THE ONES THAT PEDRO AND BELLA WERE WEARING ON SET!!! AHHH

“let’s go kiddo” i- i need a minute after what just went down dude

i feel like i should stop now but i know i’m close to the ending

we’ve made it to utah!

“i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ellie’s spacing out bc she’s scared :(

this is so crazy bc this literally looks like pedro and bella from behind

i love the fits that are goin on these might be my favorite so far

the rv :(

i’m literally crying just thinking about how full circle it is that joel lost his daughter, but has now gained a daughter. he tried so hard to fight it off. he even told her straight to her face that he’s not her father. now jump to him calling her babygirl and kiddo, and how they’re just chatting away about ellie’s dreams. how joel’s voice sounds warmer and softer, and so does ellie’s. i can’t fuckin do this bro

also not only the evolution from the beginning where he was like ugh a child🙄, but just from wyoming to now is so fucking wholesome. “i sure as hell ain’t your dad.” to now??? FUCK dude. i’m emotional

i’m not jazzed about being back in a city

if he calls her kiddo or babygirl one more time it will be my undoing

WAIT GIRAFFE SOON??? I FUCKIN HOPE SO

joel checking on her and not wanting to push her so he’s just like “it’s fine” so she doesn’t feel like she needs to be as talkative as she usually is🥲

my heart… HURTS bro

BZKSBSKDVSKSVDLWVDOEGSKSV THIS HURTS BRO HE WAS READY TO BOOST HER AND HE JUST SAW THAT SHE WAS STILL THERE AND SPACED OUT AGAIN AND I-😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I AM A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION RIGHT NOW

STOP HE GOT SO SCARED

GIRAFFE TIME???

“what in the sam hell?” ASDFGHKLBDKS

GIRAFFE TIME!!!!!🥳🥳🥳🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻

THERE’S TWO???

THE MUSIC? STOP IT

THERE’S THREE?!!

“don’t scare it” “i won’t, i won’t” IN THE SOFTEST VOICE I- MMMMMMMMM

WHY AM I CRYING ABOUT 2 PEOPLE PETTING A GIRAFFE

WAIT I KNOW THIS SONG

VANISHING GRACE!

ellie instantly perked up. it’s like a father and daughter at the zoo🥹 she’s like “hurry up! come on!” I CANNOT TAKE THIS

EIGHT GIRAFFES???

is a heart to heart about to happen bc i can’t take it rn i’m a mess

“is it everything you were hopin’ for?” “it’s got it’s ups and downs. can’t deny the view though”😭

i hope the game knows that i will literally fucking stand here for eternity. and this is what joel and ellie are gonna do for the rest of their lives. giraffe watch. no more trauma. just giraffes bein dudes.

and this is all before the ending??? CURSE YOU NAUGHTY DOG

i don’t want to progress bc they’re both so content and peaceful rn. UGH i’m sorry ya’ll we have to continue. JOEL. ELLIE. I’M SORRY

oh god i wasn’t expecting a cutscene am i about to get my heart broken? again?

“we don’t have to do this” ONE LINE IN AND I’M ALREADY UUUGH

they don’t want to let go of each other… bc they need each other at this point.

“it can’t be for nothing” THERE IT IS

uh ooohhhhh joel’s feeling differently mefinks

i want to hug both of them so fucking tight dudebros. so fucking tight.

i think i am gonna stop here bc i am tired and in pain from this fucking chair haha

yea this one was super ultra mega long. i’m sorry. i just got a lot to say and analyze sometimes yknow?? lots of story this time! maybe that’s why it’s longer haha

i just know that i am literally never going to be the same after playing this game. i’m so fucking happy that i finally did.

we finish(?) tomorrow! and i’ll probably do a seperate post from the next recap about what i thought of the game as a whole, and oh boy is that gonna be long too haha

but yea i’m so fucking excited but also scared to finish this!! until tomorrow!!🤎

[fishylife]

Getting around to the variety series that was made for Creation of the Gods (Episode 1) (Episode 2) (Episode 3)

Episode 1

Deng Chanyu wasn't in the first movie so at this point we don't really have an idea of what she's like as a character. But her actress is here and she looks cool.

The actor for Nezha is so tall now lol. Them kids grow up fast.

Yu Shi struggling with the toy horse. The director (of the variety show) was like dude just walk but he refused.

Li Yunrui asking Wu Yafan how he wants to be introduced and Wu Yafan's all shy like "...any way is fine" and Li Yunrui just laughs because that's so cute haha.

Wu Yafan: Our director is a 第一乖寶寶 (#1 well-behaved baby)

LMAO apparently fans in comments call Wuershan 善寶寶 (Baby Shan). When Wu Xin was like "...can we call you that" Wu Yafan was like "YEAH WE CAN!"

Ohh the guy who plays Jiang Wenhuan (Huang Xiyan) is Taiwanese.

Wu Xin: Doesn't this place look like a station? Wuershan: If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have been able to tell. A man who says it like it is.

The entire cast was relatively confident about seeing themselves from five years prior but then we get flash forwards to them cringing so hard their souls leave their bodies lol.

Yu Shi was a basketball player lol.

Did Chen Muchi change his name? He introduced himself as Hai Liang.

Wow Wu Yafan is actually from a Shaolin temple.

They were all cringing at Li Yunrui's dancing XD But you know what I noticed? He was dancing to EXO Lay's Lose Control lmao.

Apparently some of the initial assessments were kind of odd and unusual ^^;; But I guess they were meant to kind of get the people to let loose.

So apparently Yu Shi was in a basketball ad and the casting directors wanted to find him but he didn't look at his dms, so they went through his team's leader.

I'm trying to understand the exercise that Liu Tianchi set for Yu Shi. I think he had to tell the story while putting the music stands, and while he did, she kept telling him to look at her. Wuershan said that that exercise was for evaluating concentration, in terms of whether you can tell a story/deliver meaningful dialogue while doing something else.

Liu Tianchi does seem like a pretty intense acting teacher from what I've seen of her, in both this clip and in the three-episode behind the scenes documentary ^^;;

Hou Wenyuan was going to audition for Meteor Garden but ended up also auditioning for Fengshen lol.

Oh wow Ci Sha is from Daliang mountain :o I watched a documentary on Daliang mountain so I recognize it. Ci Sha had auditioned for both Fengshen and an idol show, so his company asked him if he wanted to be an actor or an idol. He was attracted to the action of Fengshen so he chose that.

Huang Xiyan used to go by Huang Tingxuan.

Huang Xiyan's audition was so rough omg, two people held him down while he delivered his lines lol. And then while continuing with his piece he was so nervous that he was scratching at the carpet and was called out by Liu Tianchi ToT

So many of the guys are basketball players. I guess the casting directors want tall guys.

Li Yunrui had to deliver his lines over the construction noises which...he didn't lol.

Li Yunrui's fake basketball omfggg

They ran through a bunch of photos of people who hadn't made it through the audition and I think this is Wang Zhuocheng? And earlier there was an idol who'd auditioned too (and they were already an idol at that time).

So it sounds like the training camp was technically the last part of the audition.

Li Yunrui's nickname is 小林 btw. I initially though I remembered his surname incorrectly but no it looks like his nickname is not related to his name.

LIVE look at Li Yunrui's imaginary basketball ToT And then they had the other guys do it too ToT

Chen Muchi: I'll help you study for gaokao Someone else: Liu Han had 500 points at first, after (Chen Muchi's help) they only have 200 Savage X'D

Naran at this time didn't really understand Mandarin so she was communicating in English and then Na'ernaxi was trying to explain to her. I guess they're the only two women there. And so because of that they don't have to pick rooms.

Wu Yafan came with his mom. Everyone was like omg so cute <3

Look at the instruments behind them

Hou Wenyuan came on screen and everybody hyped him up XD Yu Shi called him a man who brought BGM with him and others were like 大哥來了! I guess he has a reputation of being 大哥 lol. They were commenting on his flashy jacket. And it seems like he's quite extroverted too.

So here are the room combinations. Not everyone is here though. Maybe there were a few different training camps.

Aw Naxi is the 樓長. I think she is older than most of the guys (being 27 compared to the guys who seem early 20s). So it makes sense she'd be more responsible I guess.

Li Yunrui and Huang Xiyan came a week later so they ended up being roommates.

The guys used to let Wu Yafan play on their phones :P

At least two witness testimonies of Yu Shi having a messy room lmfao. In his defense, his underclothes were on his bedside table to "dry" lol.

Meeting all of the trainers at dinner (y)

Schedule

5AM jog ToT I feel a little bad for Wu Yafan, he's just a little boy ToT

So the first trainer Wang Jinwu was literally a military trainer (and what a fitting name, 王金武) and the early morning training was military-style. Which was advantageous for Chen Muchi who was a soldier.

I feel bad for Naran because she's still learning Mandarin but still has to take part in all of the training ToT

Btw they all call Naran "Nana" :3

To be fair I think Wang Jinwu is fairly reasonable. When the trainees do anything that's not up to expectation, he tells them what he expects and then tells them not to do it the next time. He doesn't just yell at them without explaining his expectations.

Wu Yafan said that when he was at the Shaolin school he also had to wake up early and then run for 2km so he was used to that kind of life ToT

Episode 2

Naran is here!

One thing of note is that since a lot of these actors were unknowns before this movie, they haven't really developed variety skills. So the kind of comedy on this show is more down to earth.

Time for class!!!!!

Naran immediately felt cringe when she saw herself on screen lol. And everyone else was like you just gotta power through it XD

Lmao even Wuershan was like "er yeah now that I'm watching myself, the speech is a bit much." XD

LOL they're going to watch 300.

Naxi got picked to speak in class lol

Ci Sha was studying management in school.

I think this class is a sort of performance/acting class. Anyway they're practising tongue twisters, probably to improve their speaking.

Yu Shi reading the tongue twister from his book like an old man ToT

Huang Xiyan getting teased for his erhua lmao.

Yeah it kind of wasn't fair to Naran to study the same tongue twisters at that time (when she was still relying on translators). So the performance trainers spent one-on-one time to just train her pronunciation.

The way Yu Shi had a big smile on his face when he was just learning to ride horses and the horse was just walking slowly. That would probably be me though, horseback riding looks fun.

And then they had to practise riding together with others.

The MC asked if the actors ever through it was tedious that they had to spend so much time on the basics of horseback riding. Yu Shi said that when he played basketball sometimes he'd spend 1.5 hrs just practising basics without even touching the ball, so it wasn't so unfathomable to him.

A horse was purchased for each actor, and Naxi had two horses.

Swimming class next :3

Aw some of the trainees (including Chen Muchi and Yu Shi) couldn't swim so they had to start from the basics. Wuershan said that in the second movie there'd be battles in water.

Lol Hou Wenyuan "teaching" Wu Yafan to swim. He was just like "I'll hold you up and you swim, okay?"

The staff asking Wu Yafan if he's having fun

Chen Muchi bullying kids like 'let me have this' lol

LMAO their swimming competition XD Some of them just walked the whole way

Wushu lesson next!!

Li Yunrui: How come we can't see us :< Huang Xiyan: This was still before the 9th They did THIS MUCH in the first week.

They trained in boxing and sword arts and also just general fitness. Honestly the fitness part looks the toughest to me ToT I would fold like a wet noodle. The exercises they did to harden their abs like bro. They were all soooo tired T_T And they had martial arts lessons nearly every day, sometimes twice a day. Rough times.

The martial arts trainer was like "I'll give you a break, let's do stretching" and a bunch of them found stretching the toughest lol.

Hehe Sang Laoshi was nicer to Wu Yafan than the older guys. And all the instances of Wu Yafan 偷懶

The history teacher trying to engage Wu Yafan in the lesson by asking him how old he is. But otherwise everyone struggling to stay awake ToT

The history teacher asked the actors to read the passages in their home dialect, which for Huang Xiyan would have been Taiwanese but Huang Xiyan was like omg this is so difficult. But the history deduced that Huang Xiyan probably wasn't as good in Taiwanese.

Oh right Hou Wenyuan is from Shenzhen so he knows some Cantonese. His pronunciation isn't super good but he seems to know enough to keep reading.

I wonder if they know what roles they're going to be playing at this point.

The way Hou Wenyuan's jacket is always super flashy

Naxi always kind of leans into Naran when she's giggling :3

So they have 6 meals a day but they're smaller portions.

Lol the dudes have a group chat for sneaking out for late night snacks XD

LMAO the reason why Naxi knew what the guys ate during their late night snack that night was because she and Nana had snuck out to eat late night snack as well and bumped into them XD EXACTLY a case of "girl what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament?"

At the training facility, Wu Yafan had a different meal plan with a wider variety of foods so the other guys would ask to borrow his card to get different food that would not have been allowed on their diet.

Performance time. I think this is basically their big evaluation and they could be sent home if their performance is not up to standard.

Teacher Zhou Mi told the trainees not to be too nervous because if they did anything wrong, it would be his fault, which drew laughs. But also Liu Tianchi said that it was a teacher's fault if they didn't teach a student well, which I think is a rather Chinese thing. Like how when kids do something wrong, it's their parents' fault for not teaching the child properly.

Twerking lmao

I agree that the dance looks odd but we can also see how physically demanding it is. And also it's easy to see when you're not doing the actions properly (especially with the bigger actions).

During the first martial arts portion with the weapons, Wuershan said that the point was for the trainees to be able to match each other's rhythm when clashing.

Now onto individual martial arts performances :o

Yeah so throughout the episode I saw another female trainee whom I didn't recognize, and I think basically she and Naxi were competing for the same position as Deng Chanyu. So they both trained in dual blades.

First evaluation after 6 weeks. Wuershan said that while there was a score, he was mostly looking at each trainee's capabilities and how much room they had to grow.

Yu Shi freestyle singing + guitar lol

Ci Sha takes 6-7 hours to get home because he's from a more rural area.

Lol Wu Yafan now old enough to join the group chat for the geges and jiejies.

Ci Sha had been training for one of the hostage son positions and only found out he would be Yang Jiang shortly before filming.

Yu Shi freestyle guitar again

Episode 3

Back from new year's vacation

Wu Yafan said that during the holidays he was doing homework (to make up for missed time at school) and everyone laughed.

Zhou Mi is kinda funny as an instructor though. I know he seemed really strict at first but now that we get to know him we see how he jokes around.

Ci Sha said that he celebrates new year at a different time as a member of the Yi ethnic group (Nov 20). So Lunar new year was just chillage time for him and he didn't make it all the way home.

I noticed this in the last episode but some of the music editing in this show isn't great. There were some scenes where people were talking and the background music was so loud. In this episode there was a part where the loud background music abruptly stopped, it wasn't even a fade out.

Yu Shi hurt his ankle playing basketball during his break and he was like 'nah I'm good to go now!' but apparently it was still hurting ^^;; Then they were playing basketball again and he hurt his other ankle.

Chen Muchi hurt his foot "break dancing"...I hate to laugh but the whole ordeal was kind of funny XD Like all the other guys were laughing XD First at transporting him out on the trolley and then the guys waving to him with a farewell song as he went to the hospital lmao

Bailiga had a cast on too??? Everybody is injured ^^;;

Nana has this fox stuffed toy :3 Btw they're all laughing at Sun Rui giving a fierce performance while on crutches

Even those who were injured kept up with training...this is The tough training montage

Sang Laoshi a dark horse in the gym? Like dude the speed at which he lifts the barbell was crazy.

Oh damn it's circuit day huh

Wuershan said that Sang Laoshi does the circuit with him ToT So it's like a "if he can do it, you should be able to too" kind of deal

The host was talking about Naran so she was like "me?" :3

Oh wow some clumsy editing but there was a shot of the folks laughing and Naran was not there, so they probably just took a laughing shot from last episode and accidentally edited it in here.

Oh my god this man XD He's such a big personality XD

WHAT apparently Hou Wenyuan's douyin was broadcast in Times Square ToT

Naran is cute haha

Wu Yafan always getting paired up with Hou Wenyuan XD They were saying how it was like he was babysitting

Oh interesting, so the purpose of this exercise was to more or less get an idea of a person's outline. Liu Tianchi pointed out that while some of the older guys were only pointing out their characteristics, Wu Yafan had painted a general picture, a muscular man with hair like feathers that was fierce.

The teachers watching Huang Xiyan's performance of a...piece of paper blowing in the wind X'D

So these guys were supposed to play "jiangshi" (which, by the way, their entire getup did make me laugh XD). I'm not 100% sure which definition of jiangshi they're going with but in this case they seem more zombie-like.

Oh damn we are getting strict Zhou Mi again!!!!!! Yu Shi couldn't recite a passage during their performance class and Zhou Mi was like "the way you're performing right now, do you respect me?"

Jing Niansong was working with Chen Muchi and Yu Shi on some skits and he was saying that he liked that they were starting to have thoughts on acting and performance. He didn't want them to be puppets, he needed them to be actors.

I've been thinking this since episode 1 but at some angles, Li Yunrui looks a lot like Zhang Yujian.

Training montage again!!

Naxi broke Zhou Laoshi's arm ToT

Li Yunrui never brought his room key card, it was always Huang Xiyan who did lol

[skullsandwineglasses]

So, it turns out that there are just 15 minutes of extra scenes split into 2 parts (a 7-minute part and an 8-minute part) to hastily tack on a happy ending. 

Ying Yuan and Yan Dan somehow cultivate back to life after incubating in the incense burner, though we’re not told how much time it took them to do so. Did it take them a week? A decade? 500 years? Who knows? Or maybe I missed it. Either way, coming back to life didn’t seem that hard.  

If it were that easy to just come back to life, then why was episode 59 so tragic? Why did it seem so hopeless? It just negates the sacrifices that they made before. Like what was the point in all of that? 

I had to wait 5 days in order to see these bonus scenes, but for someone who’s binge-watching this drama, they’re jumping from a tragic and seemingly permanent sacrifice, straight to seeing Yan Dan and Ying Yuan suddenly come back to life 5 minutes later. 

And in terms of these bonus scenes, we’ve already seen glimpses of all of them in the trailers, so there wasn’t even anything new or surprising in these extra 15 minutes. Like sure, we get a couple of cute scenes, but it feels kinda hollow and meaningless? They didn’t even show all of scenes they cut, like one kiss scene where the BTS footage of it is floating around all over bilibili. I thought that we’d see that scene in these bonus clips. It seemed like a really playful kiss scene, while the 2 kiss scenes that we do we see in these 15 minutes felt really stiff. Edit: So after re-watching those BTS scenes, it seems like the deleted kiss was in the dream sequence. The drama really peaked there. 

Yan Dan finally becomes a playwright and fulfills her dream, but there’s no emotional impact to this revelation because she never really talks about this dream of hers for the entirety of Part 2. So again, it feels very hollow and tacked on. As though they just did it for the sake of having a happy ending. 

I think the only thing I appreciated from this epilogue was that Yu Mo and Chao Lan didn’t end up together and instead Chao Lan finds happiness with someone else. 

I was just hoping of seeing more of Yan Dan and Ying Yuan’s domestic life. They’ve gone through hell over these past 59 episodes, so I wanted to see them feeling awe, disbelief, and blessed that they’re finally living their dream life together. But I did like seeing how they’re living their own life, while still being very connected with the YeLan Mountain spirit community. Gou Dan was adorable, but because they’ve condense the epilogue into 15 minutes, we don’t see Yan Dan’s pregnancy process like we did in their dream in episode 11 (but I guess that’s probably why they don’t show it because it would be repetitive). I don’t really get any warm, familial feelings from them even though I wanted to. 

Sigh. The bonus scenes were alright, but not satisfying enough. But I am relieved that this is over so that I can move on. 

[420pogpills]

random question but who on the dream smp do you think has the most attractive voice?

for me it's 100% awesamdude.. that man's voice i swear i was hooked from day 1 URGHH i could listen to him talk for hours :')

[theshireisburning-so-mordoritis]

HI BOO CONGRATS ON 500!!! This is so amazing!! Could I please have 6. "I know this will change everything, say the word and we'll forget it ever happened. But if you want this, I'll spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve." With Din Djarin?? Thank you so much for doing this boo 💛💛💛

ALIIT 0RI'SHYA TAL'DIN (Family Is More Than Blood)

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Prompt: #6. "I know this will change everything, say the word and we'll forget it ever happened. But if you want this, I'll spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve."

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Minor violence. Angst. Near death experience. A spicy moment but no smut. Protective Din.

A/N: I got *completely* carried away with this one because I've just started rewatching season 2 and I'm fully in my feels for this man. I hope you like it angel!

When you had joined forces with the Mandalorian the last thing you had wanted or expected was to gain a family.

You're a hunter. It's not in your nature to get close to people - to care - and allow yourself vulnerabilities. But it's surprising how fast you change when your heart decides it's not yours anymore and yours went wild card the moment you lay eyes on the child.

You had faltered the second he waddled into your eyeline - withdrawing immediately from the fight you'd engaged the Mandalorian in and holding your hands up as a sign of peace. Morality may not have been a word you often saw eye to eye with but you had you code - your own lines and boundaries that you refused to cross.

No innocents. No kids.

No matter what.

The Mandalorian had been unsurprisingly suspicious, keeping his blaster trained on you even as you lay down your own - a warning that should you so much as move in a way he perceived a threat, there'd be a smoking hole in your head or your chest.

He'd stared at you for what felt like an age when you offered your protection. The pitch-dark blankness of his visor piercing through you, digging beneath your skin in search of the barest hint of deception until you'd found yourself snapping with impatience.

"People will never stop coming for him, you know that right? They'll kill you and they'll take him, whether to be killed or tortured I don't know, but you won't be able to prevent it on your own forever. So trust me or don't, I don't really give a damn, but you need my help."

There'd been a stifling silence that had followed - a beat of it, two, three - as you glared each other down and the kid babbled anxiously between you. But then finally, almost imperceptibly...

He'd nodded.

**

The baby follows you everywhere - playing at your feet whilst you clean your weapons and babbling away happily in your lap when they're in the cockpit. When Din awakes in the mornings and finds the hammock above him empty, it's not all that surprising to find the child tucked up somewhere with you - face nuzzled in your chest as you stroke those large ears and tell him stories from ages past.

It's almost infuriatingly cute at first. It took him months to trust you with his foundling, months spent analysing your every word, your mannerisms, for a sign that you could be out to betray them. But as time goes on he finds it harder to not believe your intentions are what you say they are.

There's no faking the absolute adoration you have for the child - the way you melt when he reaches for you - and anyone who so much has glances at you can tell he has you wrapped around his tiny, clawed finger.

It softens him towards you.

His wall of determined indifference - kept in place by curt nods and clipped words- is chipped at the the longer he watches the way you interact with the kid. The indulgent smile on your face as you sneak him all manners of treats when you think Din isn’t looking, the silly faces you pull when he becomes over-tired and fussy - earning a delighted giggle before he finally gives in to sleep in the cradle of your arms.

When you notice Din watching, he freezes. But you don't seem irritated by it, your body doesn't visibly coil tight like a snake prepared to strike like it used to when you caught his gaze. Instead you smile - easy and soft - as you nod to the bundle in your arms and then the cot in the middle of the cockpit.

He opens it for you without hesitation, slowly getting to his feet to hesitantly join you when you murmur a quiet, can you come here? I know he's asleep but he likes it when we're both there to say goodnight.

You peer up at him and for a moment his throat tightens up and he has to remind himself to breathe. Standing like this with you, with the kid fast asleep watched over by his two guardians - he could almost imagine you’re a family. 

The thought stuns him as he watches you lower the kid inside- pressing your fingers to your lips before you touch them to his wrinkled forehead and whisper a soft goodnight little one - before you turn back to Din. There's the brief touch of you hand on his arm. The gentle curl of your fingers over cold beskar and he swallows thickly as you offer a tender squeeze before sighing - sweet and warm - goodnight Mando, sleep well.

He feels his heart sort of shudder, tongue tied around a response he fails to get out before you're already gone. There's a fizzing in his chest - his gut - that he can't name, lingering even when he rubs at it with his eyes still fixed to where you'd departed. He's dazed with it in a way he can't shake for the rest of the night, unfocused like he's punched in the head.

What the hell is wrong with him?

And the feeling only gets stronger when he sees you in battle - when you put yourself between an enemy and him and the kid, daggers flicking between nimble fingers and a slow, disarming grin parting your lips.

He already thinks your pretty but after a fight? You're fucking stunning. Painted in the after effect of your elegant rage - blood spattered in an arc over the swell of your cheek, bruise kissed knuckles and a touch of ferality in your eyes.

And he hates that it makes him burn. That the more you allow him to collect these pieces of you - the soft and the fierce - your violence and your happiness - the infinitely more difficult it is become to deny the truth that is all but slapping him across the face.

Din is falling for you.

Hard and fast despite his every desperate effort not to. Because what if as soon as decide the kid is safe, you leave? Stepping out of their lives as seamlessly as you stepped in.

What if you don't feel the same and then you're simply just - gone.

**

But just maybe his fears are unfounded. 

Maybe he hasn’t spent months imagining these small, significant moments between them. The sweet, fleeting touches and the vicious protective streak you’ve formed not just for the child but for him. Your smile. The way you glow when he makes you laugh and the way you’re voice curls around the word Mando. 

Maker, you have no idea how much he wants to hear you say his real name.

Maybe he'd been wrong to tell himself that none of it means anything, that he was looking too closely. Hoping too much. He’d been so desperate to bury it deep - shoving it down to convince himself if he ignored it everything would be fine and now he’s run out of time.

He’s dying. There’s blood pooling in his helmet - seeping from it - staining him red and slick as his lungs ache with every harsh breath. Your scream still rings through his ears. The rage. The fear. Swirling to something ragged and haunting when you’d seen the explosion that had slammed him to the ground.

There was desperation in your voice as you dragged him to safety amidst the chaos of blaster fire. A plea that he wanted to fulfil so badly for you but he knew deep down he couldn't.

“Stay with me Mando. I’ve got you - you’re fine - you’re gonna be fine. Just stay with me.”

“I’m not going to make it out of this and you know it - you need to take the kid and go.”

“No! Not without you!”

You don’t look at him as your hands shake and your voice cracks - as you sink your teeth deep into your lip to try and stop it’s trembling.

You’re breaking Din’s heart. He’d hold you if he could - wants nothing more than to cradle your face in the cup of his hands and kiss you until the pain fades - but he can’t. You need to go, he needs to know you and the kid are safe before he takes that final breath and that can’t happen when you’re adamantly refusing to leave his side.

So he grips your chin and gently forces you to meet his gaze - his ribs crushed tight beneath his skin when he sees the tears streaking through the dirt on your cheeks.

“Listen to me.” He hushes you softly. “You’re the only one I trust to care for him and keep him safe but you need to go now. I can hold them off so you can both escape.” He rasps.

Your expression crumbles. “Mando, please...” 

And then everywhere is burning.

You curl yourself around him as the inferno engulfs the room and he’s torn between pulling you close and shoving you away and commanding you to run. The fear that you’ll die here with him bitter in his throat - choking him - until you lift your head and they both seem to turn at the exact moment to see the kid stand before the flames with his hands raised.

You scream as a burst of fire spirals towards him and Din has to lock you to his chest. Has to bind his arms around you with what strength he has left because you’re desperately trying to scramble towards the kid.

It isn’t until he shakes you, roughly tells you to look! look at him - he’s okay, that you finally slump back against him - a mix of terror and awe speared through your features as the baby somehow forces the flames back in a violent surge. 

When the kid falls back exhausted, Din knows this is his chance.

You look broken, defeated and torn as your eyes flicker between himself and the child. You can’t save them both, he knows it and you’re starting to realise it too. He reaches for you - gloved hand palming your cheek - slipping gently to the back of your neck to pull you down and softly touch your forehead to his helmet.

“Go find somewhere you’ll both be safe. Let me do this - let me have a warrior’s death.”

You sob but then Karga is there - holding the unconscious child out for you to take into your arms. You look at him one last time as you cradle the baby to your chest - pin him beneath a gaze that tells him there’s at least a hundred things you wish you could tell him right now. But instead your hand shoots out to grab the arm of the droid, your eyes never leaving Din’s as you say quietly.

“Make sure you bring him with you.”

**

When he limps towards you he thinks maybe you hadn’t really believed the droid would be able to follow your orders.

That your words had been nothing but a false hope for you to cling to, to tell yourself it was okay to leave him because the IG would make sure he made it. The sound you make when you turn to find him there is startled - a soft, wounded thing like the sight of him alive has ripped the air from your lungs. 

He barely has a moment to prepare himself before you’re choking on his name - pressing the kid into Karga’s arms and then immediately barrelling towards him. He opens his arms wide without a second thought and grunts when you crash into him - pulling you close to his chest as your fingers curl into a vice-like grip in his cape. Your body seems to shudder as he holds you - a violent exhale of emotion once you’ve buried your face in his cowl so he can’t see.

"I thought I'd lost you." You sniffle into his neck and his heart stutters from the raw shade of grief that clings to your voice.

"I'm sorry."

Maker he’s no good at this. 

It’s not even close to what he really feels as he sweeps his hands up and down your back - the things he wishes he could say all jammed up in the tightness of his throat.

He wants to promise you that you'll never lose him. That as long as you allow it, he'll never leave you're side. He wants to spill his guts and tell you how he felt but his tongue was tied and time was short and he could hardly concentrate on breathing correctly when you're holding him like he's your one lifeline in the entire galaxy.

He nearly blurts it out again, having to hold his tongue when the armorer calls him and the baby a clan of two. He thinks about correcting her. Informing her you're a clan of three because you're as much a part of this and a part of his life as the foundling is. That he loves you both in entirely different ways he never imagined he would get to feel.

But he keeps his lips sealed. His teeth clamped tightly together.

He doesn't let slip how much he craves the family he's told he'll have to let go.

**

Din wonders if he'll ever get the chance to tell you how he feels now you both have to return the kid to the Jedi.

It feels like they never have a true moment of peace after defeating Gideon. Immediately diving headfirst into searching for his fellow Mandalorians which proves to be far more frustrating a task than the both of you had previously anticipated.

Your first lead is a dead end.

The Marshal of Mos Pelgo being nothing more than an average every day man trying to protect what's left of his town and people.

It's admirable.

Not enough so that you're hand isn't immediately inching towards your blaster the moment he refuses to hand over the armour in his possession - fingers twitching when he rises to face your Mandalorian.

Vanth's lucky that the festering tension is swiftly cut by the ground trembling beneath your feet. The shaking of the building around you distracting you from your plan of shooting him in the fucking face if he tried to harm the man beside you.

But he changes his tune awful fast as the beast sweeps through. As you and Mando watch in quiet disbelief and the Marshal eyes you both, weighing his decision before he offers smoothly.

"Maybe we can work something out."

Honestly your first thought is fuck no. That thing looks like it could devour a planet and still be fucking hungry.

You're already spinning on your heel and stomping back inside. Scooping the kid out from his hiding place in the pot before you turn to Din with a stern expression and the beginnings of a hard refusal on the tip of your tongue.

But then he steps towards you - crowds you - a hand curling around your elbow and fingers ghosting along your jaw whilst his helmet dips down to watch you. It's his softly uttered please that does it. That makes you melt and begrudgingly agree before your brain can hit the brakes and remind you of all the ways this is a fucking terrible idea.

**

It's not his only bad idea.

Din realises he's maybe fucked up when he hears your agonised scream just before the dragon swallows him whole.

There hadn't been time to run it by you. And in truth he hadn't wanted to give you the chance to talk him out of it, to risk the possibility of you using that look he still hadn't managed a find a way to say no to. Instead he'd just told Vanth to tell you to keep yourself and the kid safe and then let the creature eat him.

And he just knows it's going bite him in the ass. The second he sees you sprinting towards him before he's even landed, he knows he's in trouble. Even from a distance he can tell you're furious. There's raw fury in your eyes - your body bleeding it - and he'd think you were contemplating killing him yourself if it wasn't for the tears streaking through the grime on your face.

You slam into him. Despite him being covered in blood and guts and fuck knows what else. The force of it nearly sending you both tumbling to the ground before he regains his balance and immediately winds his strong arms around you - heart crashing against his ribs as he tries to calm the rage he can feel vibrating through your body.

"Cyar'ika-"

You rip away from him like he's cursed at you. Slamming your hands against his chest plate as a snarl claws it's way out of your throat and he stumbles back, startled.

"Don't you dare Mando!" You spit. "Keep safe? That's seriously all you had to fucking say!"

He reaches for you again and you slap his hands away, his gut twisting as your anger slips for just a second and your face crumples with fresh tears.

"Why are you so determined to die on me?"

Din stares after you stunned as you storm away from him. Back towards Vanth where you quickly pull the child into your arms to soothe him and yourself. He doesn't like the fact that he's messed up so fucking royally. He doesn't like that he's hurt you.

It rips at the aching muscle of his heart - flips his stomach inside out. And still all he can do is stand there because he doesn't know what to say to make this better, he doesn't know how to fit his tongue around the words that will pacify your rage and dry the tears that are clinging to cheeks.

You refuse to talk to him as you both load up the speeder bike. Pressed stiffly against his back with your arms like rigid steel around his waist as you make your way back to Peli's. It makes him feel worse. He'd sooner take you yelling at him than this silence, the way it makes him feel like he's suffocating - incapable of taking a full breath whilst he drowns in guilt .

It makes him desperately wrack his brain for anything he can say to make things better, to make you understand that he hadn't meant to cause you pain. That he'd only been thinking of protecting you and the child.

He starts to speak - your name a hesitant rumble in the back of his throat before the bike suddenly flips and sends you both careening towards the ground. Din just barely manages to remain on his feet with the help of the jetpack, stumbling a few steps before he's whipping around to stare in horror as you and the child roll across the sand in opposite directions.

There's no time to run to either of you with blaster fire pinging off his armour. He hears one of your attackers shouting to get the kid and his heart bunches up somewhere in his throat, movements growing frantic as he's knocked further away and can only watch as you dazedly scramble to your feet. Swiping away the red that drips down face before you break out into a run.

Din's running on pure instinct.

Blistering rage.

He refuses take his eyes off you and the kid for a second. Killing those who surround him one by one, unblinking as the air fills with the sound of cracking bones - a snapped neck beneath his hands - the blood soaked gurgle of dying gasps. There's a furious scream building in his chest when a bandit reaches to snatch up the child but before it can rip from his throat you're there, blades glittering wickedly in your blood-slick hands.

"Get the fuck away from my son." 

He hears your snarl - the promise of death burning through each word before you lunge. Crimson soaking into the sand after you’ve swept your knife in a vicious arc across the man’s throat. 

It does something to Din. Your words. Your violence. Your possessiveness of this weird little family you’ve claimed as your own. It makes him want you in all the ways he knows and all the ways he can’t even begin to fathom. Head spinning and blood searing, desperate in a way he’s never felt before to get to you and hold you in his arms. 

He only takes his eyes off you both for a moment. A split second where he shoves his blaster between someone's eyes and squeezes the trigger, the smell of smoke and iron heavy in the air. But when he whirls around the sight before him stops him dead. 

You on your knees. The child bundled protectively in your arms and a knife to your neck. Your attacker has their hand fisted tight in your hair, yanking roughly as you try to move and when you hiss in pain, Din sees red.

"Don't hurt them." He demands and you stare at him wide eyed as he takes a menacing step forward. "If you leave a single mark on either of them there's no place you’ll be able to hide from me."

They demand his jetpack and he removes it without hesitation despite the look of horror and guilt that cracks across your features. When he places it down the kid is set free first and you whisper to him softly, pressing soothing little kisses to his frowning brow, before lowering him the ground.

"It's okay buddy. Everything's okay I promise, run to your buir for me."

The kid races for Din and he scoops him up into his arms, a short sigh of relief bursting through the sudden tight clench of his throat. He'd taught you a few things in Mando'a because you’d asked, curious about his culture, he’d never expected to hear you actually use them. Much less to use them to refer to him as the kid's other parent.

He knows it’s love that he feels then. It swells unimaginably in his chest - the pressure threatening to shatter his ribs. His panic rising with it because it hits him suddenly just how much he has to lose, fingers twitching on the blaster at his hip as he struggles to stop himself from putting a hole through your captor’s skull.

Instead Din watches like a hawk as you rise gingerly to your feet, inching closer until your just out of reach and the second the bandit is close enough to grab the jetpack they take the blade from your back and shove you violently towards him. You almost stumble back to your knees but he’s already lunging for you, his free arm snatching you up against his broad chest.

"Are you okay?" Din growls, squeezing your hip when you don’t answer. "Cyar'ika look at me - did they hurt you?"

Your bright gaze snaps to his - blinking slow - tiny threads of anxiety still snaking through before you ease into his touch. You murmur a tired no and his relief is instantaneous - his appetite for revenge a sudden all-consuming thing as he sends his family’s attacker up into the air before they come crashing back to the ground with a sickening thud.

The child snorts and a small smile returns to your face at the sound.

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The walk back to Mos Eisley is long.  The two of you buried beneath all of your belongings and this strange new energy that seems to pulse between you. Warm and aching. He keeps stealing glances at you, your voice lingering in his ears. 

My son. Mine.

Did you think of Din as yours as well? Fuck, he wants you to.

In all the ways he can possibly consider, he is. 

They decide to spend the night at Peli’s, allow a chance to rest after everything that's happened before you leave for another long journey with your new passenger. The kid passes out almost immediately, little clawed hands fisted in your shirt as you rock him against your chest and it’s so adorable and sweetly domestic that Din actually loses track of time just staring at the two of you as his chest buzzes with warmth. 

He startles when you rise suddenly - nodding awkwardly when you mention putting the child to bed. You disappear through the hatch and he drags his hands down his helmet as a thick groan of frustration rumbles at the back of his throat. 

This journey is going to be hell if he can't figure out how to handle his feelings for you. 

Just tell her, the more sensible part of his brain huffs but it’s a fantasy. The idea that things could be that simple. That Din at his very core doesn’t feel a terrible sense of fear at the prospect of laying himself emotionally bare. What if you don't feel the same way and it ruins everything - would you leave or would you stay for the sake of the child? 

He doesn't know which is worse. Never seeing you again or seeing you every day, knowing you don't love him as he loves you.

A tired sigh blows past his lips before he gets up and crosses the room to climb down the ladder, resigned to the fact he'll probably never know how you feel because he doesn’t know how to face his own fear in this kind of situation. It makes him feel silly, an inexperienced boy with his first devastating crush. 

And as if some greater force enjoys seeing him squirm, no sooner does his boots hit the floor that he hears the sound of the fresher door sliding open, the sight of you causing him to come to an abrupt stop - a strangled noise stuck in his throat - the moment he turns.

You’re in light shorts and a soft, worn shirt - his shirt. And he can’t stop staring. His eyes dragging over your body - the bare stretch of your legs and soft curves your hips - the swell of your tits just peeking above the stretched-out collar of his shirt. His sharp intake of breath catches your attention, your eyes widening - lips gently parted - as you stilled to watch him in return. 

He thinks your name cracks out of him at some point - dark and rough - the sound of it sending a shiver through your body that he ate up like a man starved. He wanted to see it again and again. He wanted to feel it against his own skin as he devoured you, as he brought you to pleasure right here in the hull. In his own bed whilst you were wearing his shirt and then nothing at all, until there was no doubt you were completely and utterly his.

He never thought himself to be the possessive type, until now. 

He’s trembling before your knowing gaze. Desperately holding himself back whilst you take a hesitant step forward, his name a husky whisper on your tongue. He groans and the colour of your eyes snap dark. Drowned beneath the expanse of your pupils as your hands reach out for him, skating over his waist - his stomach - and up to his chest where one splays over the furious thud of his heart. 

“Please.” You breathe.

And Din’s restraint crumbles, goes up in smoke. Ashes to ashes.

"Close your eyes."

You do it immediately and it drives him wild. You’re so fucking good for him. He's ripping his helmet off without another thought, the sound it makes as it hits the floor seeming miles away the second he’s on you. Backing you up against the fresher wall, fingers snatching at your jaw and the heat of his greedy mouth crushed against yours.

He's overwhelmed by it in the best way. Your fingers scratching over his scalp and the taste of you bright on his tongue, every pretty soft-mouthed sound you make slipping from your lips to his. Din simply can’t stop touching you - he thinks he’ll die if he does - his hands sweeping over inch of you he can reach as he folds himself into you. You yelp into his mouth when he grasps your thighs and lifts you, lightly slapping at his pauldron as he grins cheekily into the kiss whilst carrying you to his bed.

He’s trying to be careful as he lies you down, as he hesitantly stretches himself over you - fearful of crushing you beneath the weight and sharp edges of all his beskar. But it’s like you want it. You want the full force of him, arms snaking around his ribs, palms flat to his back as you yank him down. A satisfied whine catching in your throat when he collapses against you with a low, heavy groan and slams his mouth back to yours.

One of his hands begin to slip beneath your shirt, fingers spaying over the warm skin of your belly, curling around your hip and for the smallest of moments...you freeze. But it’s enough. He feels it and immediately draws back on his knees, offering you what he hopes is a healthy amount of space as his brow pinches with concern.

"Shit - I’m sorry - are you okay? Did I move too fast?"  

There’s panic flaring within him - a nauseous bubbling of guilt that he’s made you uncomfortable. He swallows as you sigh, shifting into an upright position before you slowly reach for one of his hands, fingers squeezing his nervously. 

"I'm okay, I promise.” You reassure him, pausing briefly before you continue in what he can only guess as an attempt to gather your thoughts. “I'm sorry it's just been a while and everything that’s happened lately, being constantly under attack... it’s just alot. But I also care about you so much and I'm just scared I guess."

"Of what?" Din murmurs softly.

"Messing this up and losing you."

Your voice is barely above a whisper, unsure.  And he suddenly aches to comfort you, shuffling closer and reaching out in the dark to try and find your face. Your sweet chuckle as his fingers brush over your nose - catching at your eyebrow - showers the blooming sensation in his chest with golden light. There’s a soft smile parting his lips when he tenderly cups your face in his warm hands. Thumbs stroking the swell of your cheeks as he leans forward to press his forehead to yours.

"I know this is scary mesh'la. I'm afraid too." He tells you - his pulse jumping as you soften and melt against him. "I know this will change everything, say the word and we'll forget it ever happened. But if you want this, I'll spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve."

He hears the hitch of a sob and then you’re surging forward to kiss him - wet and clumsy - heart-stoppingly sweet.

"I want this, I want you Mando." You whisper against his lips.

"Din.” He rasps - shuddering as your nails scrape the back of his neck. “My name is Din." 

You jerk in surprise before a wide grin splits apart your lips, a gesture that he finds he can’t resist mirroring. "Are you sure this is okay?" You question softly, becoming boneless in his arms as he nods and places honey-slow kisses to your swollen lips.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum."

The intensity of the emotion in his voice renders you both breathless.

"Are you going to tell me what that means?"

"I think you already know cyar'ika."

Taglist: @autumnleaves1991-blog @ecuadorlady @readsalot73 @gingerbreadandpaper

[rhettjmc]

Prompt prompt! Something something one of them works in an animal shelter something something cuteness

Of course I had to write this for @theredquilt - you are one of the best people I have had the pleasure of meeting on here and you've been someone to confide in during my lowest point. Lots of love and I hope these 500 (774 actually, oops) words of pure cuteness makes you smile <3

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He comes in a lot, once a week at a minimum. Link recognised him instantly, stooped shoulders as he ducks through the doorway, chimes tinkling under the breeze.

“Back again?” Link asks, smiling.

“Yeah,” the man chuckles, shrugging bashfully as he stares at his shoes.

“Barbara has been waiting to see you.”

The man instantly shoots his head up, cheeks rosy and round. “Really?”

“Really,” Link is grinning now, nodding enthusiastically, “She loves you the most.”

For an unusually large man, he looks small and vulnerable, blushing. “I’m very fond of her,” he says quietly, shoving his hands into his front pockets.

“Have you thought about taking her home?” Link asks, unlocking the door to lead the familiar visitor to his fluffy friend.

“Yeah- I uh- I want to, but… I’m kinda scared, I guess.”

“Scared? Of what?” Link laughs again, scooping a handful of treats from a nearby bucket and holding them out for the other man to take.

“I don’t know - Takin’ care of her, wanting to be good for her - y’know?” He replies quietly, painfully honest.

“Hey,” Link frowns sadly, turning to face him and stopping just short of Barbara’s pen. “You come every week, bring her toys, she’s happy around you, you’d be a great Dad.”

“You think?”

“She’s had a tough life so far, as long as you keep lovin' her the way you do, you’ll be perfect for her,” Link reassures him, placing a careful hand on his shoulder.

“Thanks…” The man squints, reading the name tag pinned to Link’s shirt, “...Link.”

“You’re welcome…” Link begins, pretending to look for a name tag on the other man’s shirt.

“Rhett.”

“Rhett,” Link repeats, and there’s an awkward fumble of hands as they both reach to shake each other’s, Rhett’s neck flushing at the interaction. They smile shyly at each other, hands still clasped before they’re interrupted by the impatient yap from the capture of Rhett’s heart.

“Better not leave her waiting,” Rhett grins, his cheeks rounding under his beard, eyes instantly lighting up at the sound of Barbara.

“I’ll leave you two to it, I’ll come back in a bit?” Link asks, reluctantly dropping Rhett’s hand and finding the key to Barbara’s kennel.

His heart swells as Rhett instantly crouches to the ground, catching the tiny white pup in his arms as she bounds towards him. He cradles her in his big arms, tucking her delicate head into his neck and Link notices that his shoulders relax for the first time since he stepped through the door. Link aches to ask who or what in this Universe has left Rhett with such a burden on his shoulders, to sink to the floor himself and wrap one of his own arms around Rhett’s shoulders. But he doesn’t, of course, instead he shuts the gate behind him and leaves the man singing soft praises to his baby.

“I think I’m ready,” Rhett says as soon as Link comes back for the pair of them.

“Yeah?” Link grins, looking at the wriggling pup in Rhett’s arms, desperately smothering kisses and licks over his nose.

Rhett comes back the next week, with a folded crate in his arm and a fuzzy sheep toy.

“Today’s the day,” Rhett announces, his voice wavering slightly.

“Today’s the day,” Link repeats, and he’s happy for Rhett, truly he is. But he can’t help but feel like his insides have been hollowed out, knowing he won’t get a weekly visit from the gentle giant anymore.

“Is she ready for me?”

Link nods, slipping into the back to clip a leash onto Barbara. “You be good to him, Barb,” he whispers, scooping her up for the last time.

She yips in affirmation.

Rhett is scribbling on the back of a pamphlet when Link brings Barbara in, instantly looking up as he hears her paws tapping on the floor. “Hi baby!” he coos, taking her from Link’s hold. “My special girl.”

Link smiles, swallowing the lump in his throat. “You two take good care of each other,” he says, watching as Rhett tries to wrestle the sheep from Barbara’s grip.

“We will.” Rhett nods, looking back at Link. “Thanks… Y’know, for everything.”

Link shrugs, it’s his turn to be shy.

“You’ll uh, come visit her sometime? And me too?” Rhett asks quietly, pushing the pamphlet with a phone number and a scruffy doodle of Barbara scrawled on the back.

Link feels giddy, he’s grown strangely attached to the quiet man with the huge heart and his tiny companion and now he doesn’t have to say goodbye. He reaches over the desk to squeeze Rhett’s free hand tightly.

“I’d love to.”

[midasinc]

modern era jean valjean hcs:

-he likes old people things like gardening. he and cosette had their own herb garden when she was growing up because he preferred to grow his own herbs. since cosette moved out for school, he's coped by expanding the garden to now include lots of veggies. his backyard has transformed into one big vegetable garden and valjean spends a lot of time outside tending to his plants. he always has big, red, ripe tomatoes that taste perfect every time and he's particularly proud of his asparagus garden. the front of his yard isn't edible, but it's gorgeous. he has flowers in the front yard that he also tends to religiously and most of the time when he's going to one of cosette's ballet performances, the bouquet he gets her is clipped from his own garden

-valjean loves elton john. he and cosette both do and i mentioned this in her hcs. your song makes his heart feel so full of love. oh man. he loves that song. he also plays piano and when cosette was younger, he'd play that song for her

-he has little old man spectacles on a little beaded chain. he looks like a librarian and it's super cute

-he's also very very humble with his clothing. valjean has a lot in the bank but he dresses very plainly and simply. he doesn't think he deserves the money he has and certainly doesn't deserve to dress all fancy. he and cosette have both always been really big on donating clothing when they don't need it and not overconsuming. valjean was really good teaching her about that- not buying things when they didn't need to. a lot of his clothing he's had for 20+ years, but as long as they aren't ripped and threadbare, he sees no reason to replace them. a good shirt is a good shirt.

-valjean struggles with depersonalization and disassociation. he's felt the need to change himself so often due to his paranoia and anxiety and it leaves him kind of fucked because he isn't sure if he's a real person or a costume. it used to scare cosette as a kid because she'd walk into the kitchen after school and he'd just be in the kitchen, sort of frozen with his eyes glazed over and it was like he couldn't hear her asking if he was okay. in uni, cosette starts to realize that it's a real mental barrier he experiences and due to her own experiences with therapy being helpful, she takes him to a session and asks him to consider getting help because he does deserve a helping hand whether he believes it or not

-he's aroace. point blank. he doesn't consider himself queer because he's kind of behind on what the lgbt community is, but valjean is still really really supportive. cosette takes him to pride and he just calls himself a supporter and not really a member, but he's still very much happy for her to put stickers on his cheeks and give him a rainbow lei

-valjean can do calligraphy! he's really good at it, too. it's one of his old people hobbies and he has a bunch of nice pens and inks that cosette bought for him on his birthday. he taught it to cosette when she was little, so she can do it too and if they ever send each other letters, they're both so fucking fancy. these two r dorks.

-he has... the nicest smile lines... you can tell he loves the people around him

-valjean makes a MEAN fuckin cannelloni dish. he does it with spinach and ricotta and it's to die for. he really likes baked pastas and i am TELLING you he has it perfected. baked pastas are an art to him and he is michelangelo

-cosette likes anime because she really likes the ones with cute animation and storylines and she's had so much hardship in her life that she really only cares about happy endings, and she used to watch them with valjean when she lived with him. she'd be explaining the plot and he'd be squinting at the tv like "and why are her breasts doing that" "dad please just say boobs" "it's disrespectful to young girls to sexualize them like that"

-he has a bunch of ceramic birds around the house. none of them really match, but he finds them at yard sales and feels sad that they're losing their home, so he picks them up and finds another shelf to put them on. cosette took one of them to uni with her- it's a green parrot that used to sit on their bookshelf. when she was little, she used to pretend it was her pet and secretly carry it around the house. this resulted in the parrot breaking and cosette sobbing because she was terrified of valjean getting mad at her, but he explained that it was okay and mistakes happened and helped her glue it back together. the cracks are still there, but that specific incident helped cosette trust valjean and feel like he was a father to her

-valjean is a tea drinker. he tries to cut most caffeine out of his life but he starts every morning with a mug of irish breakfast tea because he needs some kind of pick-me-up. when he gets stressed, he drinks chamomile. on the worst kinds of days, he drinks peppermint

-he's also just a geezer when it comes to technology. the only reason he has a touch-screen cellphone in the first place was because cosette told him that it would make communication between them easier and he could video chat her. she had to teach him how to use it and sometimes he still gets confused. valjean has never exited out of a tab on his google app. he has. so many. tabs open. he has no idea he can swipe out and clear them, so he has probably over 500 tabs open and his little old phone chugs so hard to keep them all up

[wayward-dreamer]

The Right Direction

AO3 Link: Read Here

Square Filled: Dog walker!Jensen

Pairing: Dog walker!Jensen x Female!Dog walker!Reader

Word count: 2,839 (Wow! I wrote something under 5K lol!)

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes the wrong direction can turn out to be the right one.

Warnings: Some swearing, a bunch of cute dogs, fluff.

Created for @spnaubingo

A/N: This is written for @downanddirtydean‘s 500 followers challenge! Prompt is in bold. I hope you like it twin!! Thank you @deanwanddamons​ for being a beta on this! As always, I’d love to hear what you all think! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​ 

A wet nose and soft fur were the first things she felt on her hand every morning. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, a groan leaving her as they adjusted to the light in the room. She felt the bed shift and heard the sound of a collar shaking, her smile growing as the furry ball landed in her lap. She stroked her little Corgi’s fluffy hair, kissing the top of his head.

“Morning, Ringo.” She planted another kiss on his head, her hands alternating between squishing his face and running over his light brown and white fluffy coat. “Someone hungry?”

Ringo licked his lips, signalling he was more than ready for breakfast.

“Alright, come on,” she muttered as she gently dropped him down on the floor of her bedroom.

Y/N got up from her bed, laughing as Ringo scurried out of the door ahead of her, stopping to wait impatiently near his bowl. His round behind wiggled, excited to be receiving his breakfast as Y/N picked up the bag of dog food, dropping some into the metal bowl.

“Stay,” she commanded, watching his innocent brown eyes look up at her. Waiting for a few seconds, she smiled. “Eat.”

Ringo gave his lips another lick, bending down and gobbling up a few pieces of dry food at a time. She smiled at him and then went about getting ready for the morning, quickly changing into her sweatpants and oversized sweater, throwing her hair up in a messy bun. By the time she was ready, Ringo was finished eating.

“Alright, shall we go?” she said, bending down in front of him and petting under his chin. She clipped his leash onto his collar, patting him at the same time. “Now, I’m trusting you to be good with the other dogs, so you better listen to me. Okay?”

Ringo gave her a little whine, causing her to lift an eyebrow. “Ringo.”

His paws started to tap excitedly against the floorboards, making Y/N give him a smile. “Good boy,” she said, scratching behind his head and standing up.

She quickly grabbed her keys, phone and wallet, heading out the door of her apartment, and walking down a few flights of stairs, Ringo in tow. She knocked on the door of an apartment, smiling as Mrs. Morris greeted her. She held the leash of her 6-year-old Border Collie, Betty, in her hand and smiled at her.

“Morning, Y/N. How are you?” she asked, as Betty’s tail wagged excitedly when she saw Ringo, more than ready for her walk.

“I’m great, Mrs. Morris. How are you?”

“Oh, you know, can’t complain,” the older woman said, handing her the leash. “Betty’s a little too excited this morning.”

Y/N patted Betty a few times, shaking her head. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

With a goodbye, she walked Betty and Ringo down the last two flights of stairs, and out onto the sidewalk. She held onto the leashes, enjoying the sun but there was as a slight chill against her face on the bright autumn morning. They walked for about ten minutes, picking up more dogs along the way. A Bulldog, a Pomeranian and a Chihuahua. Y/N walked them into the dog park, knowing how much they loved to run around and play with each other. They were all from the same neighborhood and socially used to each other, making her job much easier. However, Y/N was in desperate need of caffeine, having forgone a cup at home to get the dogs. Making a quick stop at a vendor, she paid for her steaming cup of black coffee and continued to walk them all down the path in the park, trying to find a clear spot to sit down and let them run around.

Y/N kept the dogs in front of her, all of their leashes in one hand, and her drink in the other, trying to get away from unfamiliar pets they hadn’t interacted with yet. As she smiled down at her fur friends for the morning, she basked in the peacefulness of the walk.

Suddenly, Y/N screamed as she collided with another dog walker, a man completely distracted with his phone and not watching what the German Shepherd and Golden Retriever he was walking were doing. Her shoulder got knocked backwards, her arm coming up and spilling her piping hot coffee all down the front of her sweater. She screamed again as the liquid seeped through the material, making contact with  her skin. Thankfully, the sweater she was wearing was thick and she didn’t get severely burnt by the hot beverage.

“Oh my god! I am so, so sorry!” the man apologized, steadying the dog’s leash as he stashed his phone away.

“Sorry?! Watch where you’re going next time, you asshole!” she yelled, using her free hand to wipe the front of her sweater with her sleeve. She hadn’t even looked up at the man yet, focusing on cleaning herself. Her ever loyal companion, Ringo growled at the other dogs, who were slightly bigger than him and were growling back.

“Ringo, it’s okay,” Y/N said, calmly as she pulled lightly on all the leashes, moving the animals  behind her legs. They were all starting to bark, getting riled up by the man’s German Shepherd and Golden Retriever.

“I really am sorry,” the man said, as he pulled the dog he was walking back, “He gets really excited when he comes here, and I was trying to message someone-”

“Well maybe don’t do that,” she grumbled, soaking up the coffee with her sleeve as best as she could. She finally looked up, her eyes blinking as she took in the guy who bumped into her. He was incredibly gorgeous, with green eyes that looked guilty and soft and plump lips that he was biting into. She looked like an absolute mess in her casual attire, and here he was, towering over her and looking like a male model in a dog park.

“Please let me buy you another,” he said, sheepishly as he pointed to her shirt.

She shook her head, a little stunned by the good-looking man in front of her. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“I feel terrible,” he muttered, frowning as he gestured to the German Shepherd “He pulled suddenly while I was texting. It’s no excuse, I know, but he must’ve gotten excited when he saw your dogs.”

“It’s really okay,” Y/N reassured him. She felt awful for yelling at him now that she saw how apologetic he was, “They’re not mine. I’m a dog walker. Only the Corgi belongs to me.”

“I am too, but this guy is mine,” he smiled, gesturing to the German Shepherd next to him, who was now sitting and looking up at Y/N. “His name’s Jagger.”

“Jagger? As in Mick?” she asked, chuckling.

“Yeah,” he replied, smiling. He patted the top of the Golden Retriever’s head, smiling. “This is Astro. Neighbor’s kid is a big Jetsons fan.”

Y/N laughed, gesturing to her best friend in the whole world, “This is Ringo.”

“As in Starr?” he asked, smirking.

She laughed again, nodding. “Yeah. The Border is Betty, the Bulldog is Jackson, the Pom is Mimi, and the Chihuahua is Coco.”

“Ringo and Jagger… we sure know how to pick some good names,” he said, smiling at her.

“Yeah,” she agreed, smiling back at him. “Anyway, I should get going.”

“I really feel awful about this,” he muttered, frowning. “Can I make it up to you some time?”

She bit her lip, smiling as she shrugged. “We’ll see.” She would have to think about it, considering they had just met, and it wasn’t exactly the greatest first meeting.

“I’m Jensen, by the way.” He offered his hand, smiling softly at her. She took it in hers and felt the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter.

“Y/N,” she said, smiling back at him. She looked down when she felt a wet nose against her hand, seeing Jagger nudging at her hand. She crouched down and patted him down, scratching behind his ears. The dogs tried to move around her to get to him, but she kept nudging them away, lightly. He whined when she stood up, pulling on his leash as he tried to follow her.

“Jagger, no. We gotta go, man,” Jensen told the dog, steering him in the other direction with Astro in tow.

With one last look at the man who she was totally caught off guard by, Y/N led the dogs away, unfortunately having to cut their walk short.  Jensen smiled as he turned and watched her walk away, hoping that he would see her again. He felt terrible and just hoped he had another shot to get to talk to Y/N. He had seen her from across the park before the collision happened. She was beautiful and despite the horrible circumstance, the moment their eyes met he knew he was done for.

They always say dogs have the best instinct about people, and Jensen was happy to know that Y/N was a good person according to Jagger’s eagerness to go with her. He just hoped there would be no hot coffee in the way of him getting to talk to her the next time he saw her.

A few days had passed since the incident in the park. Y/N was back there again, this time only with Ringo, and it was just after lunch. She handed in her article for the week, meeting her deadline a day early and decided to take her fluff ball for a run around in the dog park once she had submitted the article to her editor. She laughed as he ran circles around her on the grass, a blur of brown and white fur. As he continued to run, Y/N’s attention was suddenly taken away from him, as she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned and smiled, seeing the handsome dog walker who bumped into her a few days ago, a white cup in one hand, the leash to his beautiful German Shepherd in the other.

“A peace offering?” he stated.

“You didn’t have to,” she said, shaking her head.

He held out the cup insistently, smiling when she took it. “Yes, I did.”

She held her palm out, allowing the dog to come near her. The animal sniffed her a few times and licked her hand.  Y/N instantly moved her hand behind his ears to pet him. “He’s gorgeous.” As is his owner she thought to herself as she looked at Jensen, “How old is he?”

“He’s four,” Jensen told her, smirking. “Still acts like a puppy sometimes, though.”

“Aren’t they always a puppy no matter how big they get?” she asked, chuckling. Jagger started nudging against Y/N, wanting her to play with him. Jensen smiled, glad that his dog approved of her.

“Yeah,” he nodded, and looked down as Ringo came running to her, interested to see who her new friend was. Ringo hopped excitedly towards Jagger, not intimidated by the size difference between them at all.

“Hey buddy, you remember Jagger?” she asked, smiling brightly. She crouched down, calming him slightly as Jagger began to growl. Jensen got down to the dog’s level, holding him back slightly.

“Hey, behave,” Jensen commanded.

Comforting both of the dogs, Jensen let Jagger move forward a little first. He sniffed Ringo as Y/N let him go slightly too, to do the same. They tried to figure each other out, and one lick from Jagger had Ringo running off, turning to see if he would follow. Jensen let him off the leash, watching as he ran off, both of them play- fighting as they rolled over on the grass. Y/N and Jensen stood back, watching their dogs become fast friends.

“He doesn’t take to small dogs so quickly,” Jensen remarked as he watched his German Shepherd play with the small Corgi.

“Ringo loves every dog he comes across,” Y/N said, smiling as she watched them play. “So, I’m glad he found another friend.”

“Me too,” he muttered, smiling. “Jagger’s been lonely. I keep thinking I should get another one just so he doesn’t feel it anymore.”

“Well, until you do… he’s welcome to play with Ringo,” she stated, smiling at the gorgeous man next to her. The butterflies had returned, and she was finding it hard to keep her cool around him.

“Thanks.” Jensen smiled back at her, trying not to hold eye contact with her for longer than necessary, suddenly nervous to be near to her again.

After that afternoon, Jensen and Y/N had a standing meeting every Thursday afternoon in the dog park. As Jagger and Ringo played together, Y/N and Jensen would talk about everything they could before the dogs exhausted themselves. They discussed how they got the dogs, what they did for a living apart from dog walking (Jensen told her he worked at a brewery and Y/N told him she wrote for the paper), their favourite movies, books, music and more. By the fourth meeting, Y/N was hoping that he would ask her out on an official date. She knew she couldn’t be the only one feeling an attraction between them and wished more than anything that he would pluck up the courage and ask her. Maybe she would have to if he didn’t, but that was something she had never done before.

On the day of their usual meeting, Y/N and Jensen strolled the length of the park, walking Jagger and Ringo side by side. Every now and then, they would turn and smile at each other, as Jensen kept telling himself to open his mouth and ask her out on a date. Letting the dogs off their leashes, the owners watched on as they did every week, the dogs now absolute best friends. A brown leaf fell from the tree branch above Jensen and Y/N, landing on her nose and getting stuck there. Jensen laughed as he leaned over, using his thumb and forefinger to remove it.

“Thanks,” she whispered, looking up at him. Their bodies were close, both of them in slightly warmer clothes now that the weather was turning.

“No problem,” he mumbled, smiling. He looked out ahead at the park, worrying his lip as he thought about how to approach the subject of asking her on a date. “Okay, so…”

“What’s up?” she asked,  her stomach fluttering at the thought that the moment had finally arrived.

“I, uh… I really like you, Y/N,” he told her, his smile becoming wider as he turned to her.

“I really like you too, Jensen,” she said, beaming up at him.

He sighed in relief, nodding. “Okay, so then… I would love to- I mean that is if you want to, I really want to take you on a non-dog park date.” Dear Lord, this isn’t going well he told himself as he cringed at his bad attempt to ask her out.

“You know…” She laughed as she looked into his eyes. “Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.”

Jensen chuckled nervously, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope,” she said, smiling as she winked.

A moment passed as they continued to look at each other. Jensen backtracked, a little more confident this time.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at her. “Y/N, would you like to go out for dinner with me?”

She smiled up at him, finding him so adorable in that moment. “Yes.”

The first date turned into a second. The second into a third. They would meet up in the dog park, some days with Jagger and Ringo, and others with all the others they would walk on a regular basis. With huddles of dogs of different breeds, they walked closer and closer to each other, stealing kisses and loving looks.

Dates and dog walking turned into getting down on one knee, the ring box clipped to Ringo’s collar as Jensen asked Y/N if she wanted to spend her life with him, with Jagger in tow.

They married in a small ceremony, with Jagger and Ringo at their feet, more than happy to be best fur friends forever.

And eventually… the news of an addition to their little family came, with Jensen and Y/N completely over the moon with the dogs getting a human brother or sister.

Y/N sat on the couch, smiling as she patted Jagger and Ringo’s heads, both of them sitting on either side of her, their noses close to her growing belly. Jensen walked in, a bowl of popcorn in his hand, settling into the couch next her, putting Ringo’s body over his legs. Y/N turned to him and leaned in, kissing his lips softly as he turned to her.

They say that dogs have great instinct.

And for that, Jensen and Y/N would always be grateful to have two fur companions that brought them into each other’s lives.

-x-

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[astralselfships]

Do you ever just get all giddy AND BLUSHY when you watch a clip of your f/o?? LIKE... I have this one evil f/o and when he smirks I just... Like his mischievous smiles in general just fr give me butterflies 🥺🥺🥺🥺😳😳I love him sm aaaaa💕💕💕💓💓💓💓 Also I'd love to hear you gush too! We gotta share the happiness 🥺❤

Know the feeling ALL TOO WELL, ANON!

When that one villain or more or less cold and stoic F/O smirks or does something specific and you just HAD to notice it and replay it in your head several times... Good stuff 🌸

I find it mesmerizing and delightful to hear you guys gushing about your F/Os, it's beautiful to see so much love being spread by lil' human beings in such a cold world, albeit loving a fictional character, a mere idea. It's so cute that you love him so much... I swear I heard it clearly that he is completely smitten with you but you don't know that from me, shh

Also, gushing about my F/O would take me a while and awfully close to a 500 page novel but one thing I can be very sure of is : my ghost boy has made my life better in absolutely every aspect possible.

Do you ever just find yourself blushing and smiling from ear to ear by simply reading your F/O's name on the screen of your device?

Yeah... 👉👈🌸

[guardianofrivendell]

Tea and Lockscreens

Modern!Fíli x reader

Requested: Yes! For my 500 followers sleepover @cassiabaggins​ asked for prompt nr 12 from the Fluff list with Fíli!

Prompt: “Am I your lockscreen?” - “You were not supposed to see that.”

Warnings: minor injury (I couldn’t help myself) - fluff - sweet caring Fíli - rushed writing (seriously, I need to chill sometimes)

A/N: Well, I broke my promise of keeping the sleepover drabbles under 1k so this gets its own post between the oneshots. I loved my idea/the plotline for this fic, I’m only not so sure it’s well written. 

You walked through the dark streets of your hometown.

Not too fast, but at a steady slow pace in an effort to keep the night going. Even though it was freezing outside, you didn’t want this night to end yet.

You pulled your warm woolen hat a little further over your ears to keep the cold from making them red and numb.

The reason why you didn’t want the night to be over soon walked right next to you, an arm around your shoulder.

Fíli.

Tonight had been your third date, and you were already looking forward to the next one. You tried to hide your excitement, knowing that you sometimes got carried away. It made you seem clingy or too attached. At least, that’s what your exes told you.

So when you met Fíli, you tried really hard not to go too fast.

The only thing you allowed yourself to do was changing your lockscreen to a picture of the both of you. The one Fíli took on your previous date at the ice skating range.

You had shared a few kisses - nothing too steamy, sometimes holding hands or he kept you close under his arm like he was doing right now.

But that was it.

It was your little secret. Your guilty pleasure.

When the inevitable happened and you had reached your apartment building, you stopped and turned to him expectantly. This was the moment he would kiss your cheek, tell you he had a wonderful night and would watch you enter the building.

Nice and slow, you kept repeating over and over again in your mind. We don’t want to rush things. But somehow, it wasn’t enough anymore. You wanted more. 

“You want to come inside to warm up?”

You bit your lip, anxiously waiting for his response. Fíli smiled, and placed his hand under your chin, pulling your lip from between your teeth with his thumb.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he said. “And yes, I’d love to.”

* 

“Please,” he answered. He took a seat on your couch and you couldn’t help but think he belonged there. Dark slacks, white button-up shirt – with the top button open – and a matching suit jacket. No tie… Pity, you thought. It might have come in handy later, when he would tie your hands with–  Ok, that’s enough young lady! Remember to go slow! Go, make tea!

“Tea?” you asked when you hung his coat away, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tremble in your voice.

The date had been wonderful, you both had a lovely time and he had taken your offer to come inside. In your apartment. No reason to freak out right?

You excused yourself and hurried to your kitchen before he would notice your flushed state.

While you were making two cups of tea, you tried to get yourself together again.

You felt like a schoolgirl again, infatuated with the lead actor of some teen movie. It had been a long time since you felt so giddy.

You took a few deep breaths and smoothed out your clothes. You got this!

 You carefully made your way back to your living room, carrying the two steaming mugs in your hands when you heard your phone ding. That was probably your friend to see how everything was going. She could wait.

You were focusing really hard not to spill anything that you didn’t notice the message had made your screen lit up. Before you went to the kitchen you had thrown your keys and phone on your coffee table as you always did. In full view of a pair of blue eyes…

“Am I your lockscreen?” he asked, looking up from your phone, a hint of amusement in his voice.

What? No! No, no, no!!

In your haste to get to your phone so you could pretend this never happened, you forgot you were holding mugs with boiling hot water. The sudden movement of your body made the water spill over the edge, right onto your hands.

A curse escaped your mouth and you dropped the mugs.

Fíli jumped up from the couch and was at your side in less than a second.

“Are you alright?” he asked, taking your hands in his.

Before you could answer his question, a curse escaped his own lips and dragged you towards your kitchen.

He opened the tap and put both of your hands under the ice cold stream.

“Keep them there, the hot water has burned your skin,” he instructed. His voice was calm, but you could see the worry in his eyes. So cute.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and gave them a light squeeze, before he lowered them to rub your upper arms a few times.

“I’ll be right back.”

A few seconds later he returned to the kitchen with the two now empty mugs.

“Luckily they fell on your carpet, so they didn’t break.”

But then he heard you sniffling.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

He lifted your chin with his hand and wiped your tears with the back of his other hand, lingering a little longer than he probably should.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it stings a little but that’s it. And my hands are cold.”

You made a move to close the tap but Fíli’s warm hand stopped you.

“Just a few more minutes love,” he said softly.

The endearment was enough to send a few more tears over your cheeks.

“We were having such a good time and then I had to ruin it, and you’re being so nice and cute and… god!” you groaned, frustrated with the turn of events.

He chuckled.

“You didn’t ruin anything.”

“Yes I did,” you muttered.

 He leaned against your kitchen table, crossing his arms.

It gave you the chance to look at him. Really look at him. The man in front of you was drop dead gorgeous. The piercing blue eyes, long nose, the stubble you couldn’t wait to feel on your skin…

“What?” he laughed, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re the spitting image of Dean O’Gorman? You know, the actor?”

The cute dimples in his cheek you liked so much appeared when Fíli smiled. He rubbed his neck to hide that he was flattered by your compliment.

“Yeah, they might have mentioned it once or twice.”

 “Can I remove my hands now? I can’t feel them, they’re practically frozen,” you whined after a while.

He placed his hand on the small of your back when he closed the tap.

“Let me see,” he said, and he took your hands in his. They were red from the cold water, and on your left hand was a small second degree burn.

“Where’s your first aid kit?”

“Fíli,  you don’t have to do this. I’m fine!”

He held your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Let me take care of you. Please?”

Was it possible for a human to melt? Because if not, you might be the first one.

You nodded slowly and told him where he could find the necessary supplies.

*

When he was almost finished bandaging your left hand, you bit your lip again.

And just like he did outside, Fíli took your chin in between his fingers and made you release it.

“What’s bothering you?”

You sighed.

 “About the lockscreen…” you began, dreading the possible outcome of this. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

He placed the clip in its place, securing the bandage around your hand.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Fili said, taking his own phone out of his back pocket with his free hand. He held your injured hand in his other, absentmindedly rubbing it with his thumb.

“Here,” he smiled and gave you his phone.

You looked up at him questioningly. Why would he give you his phone? 

“I saw your lockscreen, so it’s only fair I showed you mine.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. You giggled. Dear god, you were acting like a school girl. But when you pressed the side button of his phone, your smile faltered and your breath hitched. 

His lockscreen matched yours. 

“You’re not the only one excited about us…,” he whispered before he nuzzled his face into your neck.

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[maybe-your-left]

LOSE THE SHORTS WITH KYLO AND HIS CANINE COMPANION.... TOBY ✨

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!

RECAP, in the last installment of Boyfriend Kylo, we bought a black pomeranian puppy named TOBY.

———

“Fuck,” Kylo grunted in your ear. His lips pulled back to bare his teeth, thrusting wildly into your hot pussy. You had been aching for him when you woke up, crawling under the black sheets and sucking him into your mouth. Deepthroating his length as he woke up, since then he had fucked you twice. Now onto round three, both your collective cum dripping out of your abused heat.

Your left leg was hoisted up on his shoulder, opening your pussy up for him. Allowing him the thrust deep, knocking against your g-spot with his heavy tip. Kylo had his arms hooked underneath your back, cradling you to his sweaty chest. Folding you in half underneath his large form, from above his back was wide enough to engulf your entire form. You were moaning wildly, your right hand weakly holding onto his shoulder while he fucked you.

All the blood in your body had rushed to your pussy, clit throbbing as it was ground against his public hair. Both of you were sweaty, slipping up and down the sheets. Kylo had kicked off the covers, letting his bare legs breathe as he dug you into the mattress. You locked lips, moaning as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Giving you shallow thrusts while you sucked on his tongue. Kylo mumbled into you, “Such a good girl... so full of my cum.”

He pulled his mouth away, gazing at your kiss bitten lips and soft face. Brows pinched together in pleasure as he pounded, “Ky-y...more!”

“Yeah,” he groaned, “I’ll give you more, gonna full you up again. Make it spill out of your pretty pussy all day-,”

BARK BARK BARK

“What the-?”

BARK BARK *slam* BARK BARK

“Kyyy-lo,” you whined, throwing your head to the right and out stretching your sweaty palm off the side of the bed. “Toby fell!”

“Why,” Kylo puffed, halting to a stop inside you, “Why is Toby in here?”

You giggled as the puppy lapped at your fingers, soft yips and whines falling from his throat. His big brown eyes stared at you, full of love and adoration for his master. It had been a week since you bought him, without permission, and Kylo still hadn’t given him away. You pulled your hand away lightly, giving Toby a big smile while you cooed at him, “Good morning baby boy! Did you sleep good?”

BARK BARK

You smacked Kylos shoulder, Tobys slobber coating his skin. “Gross,” he flinched away, your pussy clenching around him instinctively. “Fuck-get him out of here!”

“Don’t ignore him!”

Kylos nostrils flared, clenching his jaw and he pushed himself off of you to glare down at the puppy. Who instantly cried out for his Dad, tail waggling so fast he fell over. “See! He loves his Daddy!”

“Do not call me that while I’m inside you,” Kylo growled at you, his tone clipped and tensed as he scooted away from you. You whined as he pulled out, your heat begging for him to be buried inside once more, “Where are you going?!”

“I’m not fucking you with that bug eyed rat watching,” Kylo yelled over his shoulder, locking himself into the bathroom.

———

You and Kylo had showered separately, he was ticked off at you for babying the puppy during your intimate moment this morning. So you were being punished for it now, you walked out of the bedroom. Clasping your earrings on as you whistled down the stairs, “Baby boy!” you whistled a few more times, “Toby boy, where are you hiding?”

Silence.

You trotted down the stairs, heels clicking as you made it to the kitchen. You set down your purse, along with a dark red collar and leash for Toby. The tones matching your outfit, you walked around the island. Spying his food bowl still full from filling it earlier. “Bubba?”

Kylo grunted from the living room.

“Where’s Toby?”

You heard shifting from the couch, followed by a loud sigh, “I threw him over the balcony.”

“WHAT?!”

“Mm.”

“Kylo! Where is Toby?!”

“Calm down,” Kylo snapped, his hand shooting up from the couch. You stomped over to him, ready to scold him but your threats died on your tongue when you saw him. Kylo was laying flat on his back on your large sectional, a hand on his stomach and the other in the air signaling you. Curled on his chest, right between his pecs, was a snoring Toby.

His black fur blending in with Kylos long sleeve sweater, the two of them almost melding in with the furniture. Your bottom lip popped out, tears threatening your eyes as you whispered, “Bubba... he’s asleep on you!”

“Mhm,” Kylo hummed, his eyes shut as he waited for you to do something to startle Toby. “He just laid down while I was napping.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Yes,” his right eye popped open. A frown digging across his face, “I didn’t put him on me if that’s what you’re thinking.”

You leaned over Kylo, his eyes now focused on your cleavage. Slowly becoming clearer to him as you bent over his form, you pinched Kylos cheeks. Smooshing his lips together in a deep pout, “Well, both of you need to get up. We’re going shopping.”

“Wha da you mea shopping?” Kylo mumbled through your grip. Shaking his face away as he sat up, his left hand grabbing Toby so he wouldn’t tumble down. “Why is he coming with us?”

“Because he’s our baby.”

Kylo groaned, following you into the kitchen, still clutching Toby to his chest, “If you want a baby so bad I can give you a baby.”

You snorted, threading your arms through your pea coat before turning to your boys. Kylo glared at you while you clicked Tobys collar on, giving his a soft kiss to his furry forehead. You gazed up at Kylo, his eyes softening slightly at you.

“I don’t need a miniature Kylo,” you hummed, grabbed your purse and keys off the table. “Not yet.”

———

Kylo was pissed when you got down to the car, he had gotten you a gold Porsche for your birthday earlier in the year. It was brand new, leather interior and state of the art technology. Complete with a personalized license plate that read “Kitten”.

What threw him off was the car seat dog bed you had in the backseat, complete with little safety leashes and toys for Toby to chew on while in the car. All matching the colors of your outfit, and his collar. You had scooped Toby from Kylos arm once you got to the parking garage under the building. Giving him kisses while you clipped his harness to the seatbelt the store had educated you on.

“Why can’t he just go in the trunk? He’s a fucking dog!”

“Kylo!” you hissed, “I’m not letting him tumble around back there, especially with you driving.” You buckled yourself in the passenger seat and batted your eyelashes. Giving Kylo a big smile so he would get in and have a better attitude, if he was freaking out about the dog bed he was going to lose it when he saw Toby in your purse.

The first stop was Chanel, you were picking out gifts for various family members for the holidays. Wallets, scarves, purses, anything you liked was set on the glass counter. Stewing in the corner was your loving man, holding your purse.

With Toby in it.

The shop girls fawned all over the puppy, lifting him from your arms the moment you came in. They all knew who you were from how much time you spent at the store. So they were fine with him being inside, which set Kylo off further. “What do you think of this?” you held up a black purse.

Kylo spoke with a clipped tone, taking deep breaths as he watched you, “I hate it.”

“What?”

“It’s ugly.”

You scrunched your forehead, walking over to Kylo with the purse, “But you liked the other one, what’s wrong with this one?”

“You asked my opinion,” Kylo growled, “And I hate it. I don’t want to buy it and have to carry a dog in it when it’s almost $500.”

“Are you gonna be nasty all day?”

Kylo crossed his arms, slightly squishing Toby as he readjusted, “Maybe.”

Silence.

“Do I have to carry the bags all day?”

“Maybe.”

“Well,” Kylo placed a quick kiss to your forehead before he walked towards the couches, “Looks like Ill be in a bad mood today then.”

Kylo left you alone during the rest of the shopping trip, silently carrying the shopping bags, and Toby. He complained about having to carry him, saying that he had a leash and legs. Toby could at least walk next to him. But you just shook your head, “He’s scared of all the people on the street Kylo, just hold him for a little bit so he knows you love him.”

At the last store you were shopping at, you spied Kylo on the couch once again. Laying on his back, he had Toby suspended in the air with both his hands while he glared at him.

You tip toed over to see what he was doing, and perhaps to intervene in case he decided to chuck the dog like a football.

As you got closer you heard mumbling...

“I don’t see why your mom likes you so much.”

A heavy sigh.

“But you are cute,” he brought him down to his face, letting Toby kiss his nose. A soft chuckle came from his mouth, “Good boy.”

———

i’m SOFT FOR TOBY AND KYLO. YOU CANT KEEP LOVE LIKE THAT APART. 🥰❤️