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tarjapearce · 9 months

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soccer family Miguel meeting wife’s family for the first time and vice versa?

Oh dear. What a bumpy ride. 🙃

Bit of angst in the end. (Will do her meeting his family later, don't worry ~)

Pt 2 here

Teeth pulled at the inner soft skin on your lips, chewing and biting away the waves of raw anxiety that washed over you.

"Stop that. You'll hurt yourself."

Miguel mumbled as he drove to your family's home. It was an unsettling surprise for you to know that your family wanted to meet him. But what truly surprised you was the fact that they knew.

Ever since you moved out from your family's home at 18, many things stopped happening. Fights, verbal and emotional abuse that went both ways, the constant comparison to your other same age family members and you, and of course, you being pushed around and invalidated.

College was a different kind of freedom for you. And the start of a new life without them. You barely visited them, even skipped the most important holidays to be away from them. In a way, it was thanks to that that you met Jessica. She had been a wonderful support on your life.

"I know... just-"

His large hand covered yours to then give a kiss on the back of your palm

"You'll be fine. And if you don't feel comfortable enough, we can go."

"I'm uncomfortable already and we haven't even arrived yet."

"They can't be that bad"

You deadpanned and sighed.

"Corazón, look. I know family's difficult. I really do, but a couple of hours won't kill you. It's a good chance to prove them wrong."

"I've got nothing to prove them, Miguel."

"Right. Still, won't be a bad idea for them to see you doing fine. Talvez asi se callan el hocico y te dejan en paz" (Maybe that way they'll shut the fuck up and leave you alone)

You giggled at his words.

In truth was that you told him everything, it was sort of sad yet amusing that you bonded over trauma sharing. It was a mutual catharsis that somehow ended up strengthening your relationship. He didn't know them, but for the things you had shared with him, he knew he'd be curt and polite.

You'd warn him about their modus operandi. They'd present themselves as kind and welcoming, but bit by bit the snide and passive aggressive remarks and comments would show up. You had hope that after years of barely visiting they'd change.

Something you were about to find out as he parked outside the colonial looking home.

"No matter what, stay away from the Horchata. My auntie thinks she is good at it but... it's yuck."

He chuckled and soon, you'd get out the car. Miguel rubbed your shoulders soothingly in an attempt to ease your restless nerves.

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"Buenas gente" (Hey, People)

One of your elder aunts, the only one you truly liked and always supported you back in college came to greet you with a loving hug, "Mija!"

"Hola tía" (Hey auntie)

You hugged her back and mumbled a quick 'I missed you' before letting Miguel come into view.

"Tía, This is Miguel. My boyfriend."

Auntie gasped at the sheer size of him but gave him a gentle smile.

"Nice to meet you, mijo."

"El gusto es mío, madrecita" (The pleasure is mine)

"Oh! He speaks Spanish!"

The two shared a brief laugh as auntie invited you further. With a hand Miguel held a small present, a bottle of your dad's favorite rum and bunch of roses for your mother. and the other one he held your hand.

It seemed like a regular carneada for him, except that this time there wasn't meats to roast, but soup. Your mom's special seafood soup that was only done in special occasions. You could tell it would be difficult to leave emotionally unscathed when your mom and dad, three aunties, two cousins, and your brother were there.

Upon you making an appearance before all of them, the world stopped for a second, your breath was caught in your throat as you mentally prepared for the game of pretense.

"Mi niña! Come here!"

Your dad followed by your brother made the first ones in making an approach. The size difference sure was shocking for them all. Your father and brother had to crane his head up to see Miguel.

"¿Qué tal? Un gusto conocerte." (How's it going? Nice to meet you)

Miguel shook his hand with him firmly, something your dad approved. And then Miguel handed the packaged rum to him.

He had explained how you'd told him about his favorite drink. Your dad invited you and introduced Miguel to the whole family.

Some of your cousins oggled him shamelessly. Earning a frown from you.

However the biggest challenge laid ahead. Your mother had been watching both from afar, tending to the food with some of your aunties.

And when it was her time to be greeted, you held tighter on his hand. His thumb rubbing on your skin, reassuring.

You'll be fine.

"Mamá" You mumbled and her so ever deep stare settled on Miguel. Not even in you first, but Miguel.

"Fo you, Ma'am" Miguel gave her the roses which she took with a strained smile.

"Thank you very much. Miguel was it, right?"

"Así es." (Correct)

"Are you hungry? Made your favorite soup."

Her stalking gaze shifted between Miguel and you.

"Thanks. A bit would be nice."

"Hm. Go sit, Miguel. We'll tend to this."

Her gaze returned to the food and you nodded at him. He wasn't comfortable with the idea to just sit and watch. But by the things you had told him, it was better to not create unnecessary drama for you.

-----

Everyone seemed at the expectance of something happening between you and your mother. Your brother was trying to make casual conversation with Miguel, but his curt and simple answers made him desist. Plus, it didn't help his mahogany eyes seemed lighter.

If they were nervous about him looking so big with deep red eyes, they'd surely freak out by his fangs. It instantly made your stomach churn, you knew Miguel didn't appreciate people pointing at his insecurities so brazenly, even worse without knowing him.

Everyone sat down, a little blessing before anything and soon the feast begun.

Of course, eyes were settled on both of you and your interactions. Miguel followed your instructions to then help you break the crab.

One of your aunties smiled at it.

"So, Miguel, where do you work?"

Here we go

"Lab Manager at Alchemax."

Your brother whistled and nodded approvingly, just like your father.

Your relationships with him sure was strained, but at least he seemed to have a bit more self criterion than the rest when it came to pick sides. You'd rather him neutral. Just like your dad.

"Wow, you surely outdid yourself this time, cariño."

That cariño sat sickly fake in your stomach. She was the one that always instigated the fights further when you thought everything would calm down. You didn't smile, just ate.

Miguel was given a beer, a round of collective gasps as he tried to open the beer with his fangs. Your other auntie made a cross sign on herself and your mother's eyes widened.

A custom you still couldn't get out of him.

"Do they hurt?"

"How does one get those? They look so cool!"

"Are they comfortable?"

Your eyes caught the glimpse of him tightening his grip on the spoon.

"Ya pues!" (Knock it off!)

"There is no need to yell"

Silence immediately came to the table as your gaze and your mother's clashed.

"Disculpa eso, Miguel." (Im sorry for that, Miguel)

your dad shook his head at your cousins.

"Do you plan on having kids?"

You couldn't help but hide your face in your palm.

"Mamá, stop."

"What? I just wanna know! You're getting old enough to have kids. And Emanuel is always asking about you."

"We haven't discussed it yet." Miguel cleaned his hands with lemon, rinsing away the fishy smell out of his fingers. The coldness in his voice only matched your mom's icy stare.

"Oh."

"But do you want to have kids, Miguel?"

"Dios mío, ma! Ya basta." (My god, Mom! Enough.)

"Why are you so mad over a question?"

Miguel's jaw clenched. It made sense for him why you didn't visit. The way you rolled your eyes, made the ones that had finished already to stand up and leave. Their cue to leave things unfold.

Your elder auntie seized your mom with a glare. Your dad only recoiled to himself and your brother sighed.

"Ma, eso no se pregunta." The only attempt of him to calm the boiling tension between the two. (Mom, you don't ask such things)

Miguel gave you a 'do you wanna go now' stare. And you shook your head. Leaving would only make things worse. But you found the perfect excuse to leave the table.

"Need help, mi amor?"

"Sure."

He was perceptive to pick up your cues, the both cleared up the table and took the dishes to the sink.

---

"I'm so sorry you had to put up with it." You mumbled as you washed and he dried. The kitchen felt tiny for him.

"S'fine."

"Are you mad?"

"A bit uncomfortable. But no, not mad."

"We're leaving after we're done here." a deep sigh escaped your lips, "This is exactly why I don't come here."

"Whose Emanuel?" You groaned and shook your head.

"A man mom thought it was fun to pair me with a long time ago. I never indulged him but he never got the memo ever since I left this place"

"Sounds like he never got over you."

"Yeah, cause mom kept feeding his hopes of me getting with him together."

"Is that why you moved out?"

"One of the reasons, yeah."

You finished the dishes and Miguel excused himself to the bathroom.

He could hear the voices from the other side. One of your aunts surely and your mom.

"I give them a year."

"Did you see his... fangs? I've never seen something like that! And his eyes too!"

"Esta niña... Me va a sacar canas verdes. From all The guys she could pick, she gets one that is twice her size. Why she can't pick up normal guys?" (This girl, will get me green hairs)

Miguel's eyes turned apprehensive as his mouth settled in a straight line.

He had to hunch over the sink to take a look of himself in the mirror. He looked pretty normal, by any standards, until of course, he smiled. Pointy canines bigger than the average people stood out the most. His eyes were a different shade of brown. That was all.

He was fine.

He was normal.

He knew things like this would happen, he expected a bit of trouble. Not this.

His head felt heavy. Sudden spiral thoughts plagued his mind, corrupting the good things he held dear in his mind.

"As long as he's rich, don't care."

"Emanuel's surely richer than him"

That was the final straw. He knew you weren't that type of woman. Hell, you had invited him multiple times, knowing that you'd get broke for a couple of weeks. And still did it anyways. You loved to pamper him.

Why?

His steps guided him back to you. You were stressed and surely would cry at night. But so far you were keeping it together.

Your heart sunk a bit when looking at him. Neither of the both could stand being a second longer in the house. He followed you as you said your goodbyes. You didn't hug none but your elder aunt, and your dad, though the latter got an awkward hug.

You went back home. Neither of you said much during the trip back.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#t writes✨#Pre Soccer Family ⚽🕷️

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wrecked-writer · 1 year

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Wild Sorcerer Merlin Au pt 1

Uther finds out about Merlin’s magic and he is to be executed

This is set around s2 or 3 so before evil Morgana

The gang ( Morgana, Gwen and Arthur) help Merlin escape but Merthur have a huge argument

“ I can’t believe you’ve lie to me all this time!” “I didn’t want to I just-!” “I don’t wanna hear it!”

In the end Merlin leaves with a bitter and sad relationship with Arthur

Arthur is inconsolable, his best friend and the man he loved trusted the most in the world lied to him! He is bitter and angry and so so sad.

The knights of the round table still come to be but Merlin’s role could never be replaced

Uther dies estranged from his children and Arthur takes the throne

Morgana’s dreams get so bad that she runs away to a Druid camp and is never seen from again

Years go by and not a single day has Arthur not thought of Merlin, even after his failed attempts at courting Gwen (she was always better off with Lancelot anyway)

One day while hunting they encounter a really bad and corrupted magic animal

They are losing the battle and as all hope is lost a magic burst comes in and saves them all

They’re injured and confused and scared but alive

A Druid finds them and after Arthur swears their safety, leads them to their camp where they are healed

Arthur watches the camp in wonder and is talked to by a Druid elder

She’s an ancient thing, skin so wrinkled with experience he can’t help but feel like a child in her presence

She is kind and patient

She talks to him of mundane things and he forgets for that moment that she is a Druid, someone raised with magic.

She hands him soup and warms it with magic. He wonders at that because never has he seen magic used for mundane and simple things

That prompts the knights to ask about that magic burst that saved their lives

“Was that magic you guys?”

The druids sit in a long silence before the old Druid lady comes up to them

“It must have been dear Emrys” “Emrys? Whose that?” “Oh my dears, who do you think has been protecting Camelot all these years?”

The druids then explain how Emrys has been protecting Camelot from several years now. They mention a few that they know of (the priestess Morgause being stopped several times) and talk of the many protection spells and wards that surround Camelot.

Arthur is confused and kinda terrified. Why would this Emrys protect Camelot, protect them, when they could be killed for even simple warming spells? What do they gain? Who are they?

The druids speak of Emrys’ power and how it keeps growing everyday.

“He visits sometimes, sometimes to set wards for us, sometimes to learn whatever spells we know, sometimes just for company. He’s a lonely boy, that one. The weight of the world on his shoulders and a horribly kind heart. You are fortunate to have him on your side.”

After dinner they rest and Arthur can’t help but think of Merlin and how he would react. He decides to finally lift the ban on magic.

They get back to Camelot and Arthur begins drafting the laws on magic use before lifting the ban

A few months go by and in that time Arthur notices the little sparks of magic protecting Camelot. He tries to make the laws as quick but as well as he could. He went to the Druids for help on what could be done to make more accurate laws on magic

He asks them on where to find Emrys, to thank him and ask for his help. And perhaps to add him to the court because someone whose been protecting Camelot so fiercely in spite of the dangers should be part of the council.

The Druids can only shake their heads sadly “He can only be found when he wants to be.” and leave it at that

Later Morgana comes back after about Arthur working to lift the band. Their reunion is bitter at first but when Morgana explains why she left they come an understanding with one another

She works together with him [and the roundtable] to lift the ban. When they ask her about Emrys she gives them a funny look.

“You don’t know?” “No, Morgan, we don’t. The Druids only say we’ll find him when he wants to be found”

She scoffs unbelievably “That blasted fool!” And storms out

No one sees her for almost a week before she comes barging back in the council room, dragging a cloaked figure by their cloth( who is clearly trying to remove her grip)

Arthur was angry with worry and demanded to know where she went.

“Where the bloody hell have you been!?” “First of all watch your tone when speaking to me. Second of all, i went ahead and got Emrys since you lot are too incompetent to do so” “…….THATS EMRYS!?”

They argue and bicker some more while Emrys struggles against Morgana’s grip, a misstep here leads to the cloak coming off

Arthur looks and practically swallows his tongue at who he sees.

It’s Merlin

#honestly not the best but I wanted to get the idea out my head #fanfiction #writing #ao3 #Merlin #bbc Merlin #bbc Merlin Arthur pendragon #bbc Merlin Morgana pendragon #bbc Merlin morgana #bbc Merlin Arthur #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #Morgana pendragon #bbc merlin Gwen #guinivere #bbc merlin Lancelot #lancelot du lac

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tennypress · 5 months

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MINORS DNI

WARNING: angst, jaegyon is red flag, gender neutral reader

“I dug my key into the side (into the side), of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights (both headlights), slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats…”

“Baby please it was an honest mistake” he says nonchalantly on the phone. You can hear him drive in that stupid car if his.

“Honest, HONEST?!?! What me seeing you with another girl in the car was an “Honest” mistake Jaegyon?!

“Oh cmon , it was probably another guy-“ “What, some other guy has another car that has another red and blue car that states NO MORE CONFIRM on their car, REALLY?” You say over the phone clearly pissed as you packed your shit. He tried to make an excuse but failed to do so.

You just leave his apartment as you make sure you had everything before throwing the key he gave you on the couch as you take your luggage to your own car. A nice silver Porsche your father had gaved you after you finished your exams. Throwing it in the trunk as you start your car. Before driving off, blocking him on every platform. Huffing as you start the engine and drive off.

The reader might think, “oh she must be so sad, or is she gonna get revenge. “They’re totally gonna get back together and she will shit on his heart.” Well in my own logic(lol) here is how to went:

She fully speeds as she arrives at a secluded beach. Parking her car as she angrily smokes. Grumbling on how she fell for his stupid face, or how he looked like some people that she knew(ahem ahem DG, Eli, and Johan) as she crushes the cigarette under her heel.

She put up a plan that will ensure her revenge and possibly not end up in jail.

She comes up with a couple of strategies

1. Scratch his car - nah she doesn’t wanna get sued

2. Cheat on him? - too much work

3. Find the bitch who slept with him - she’s probably big or something and will probably get sued

4. Block him and never speak to him again - she’s already doing that

There’s another solution: Get a better look and shit on him with her new looks - sounds better and is easier(and also legal)

“So that’s it!” She says out loud. She drives to her own separate home and get ready. Watching different YouTube videos for I don’t know, maybe an hour before finding the perfect video. Then getting a different outfit as she texts up a friend she knows and ask him about that car race meet up spot that she knows that jaegyon will be at and they agree.

The following week comes up and she’s with her friend as they went to who knows where as she flaunts her new looks. Form her hair, makeup, outfit, and heels as she finds a spot for her Nissan Silvia s13 in a big spot as the other people admire her.

She talks with them as she talks about her car when she sees him in the other side next to two girls at his side as he talks to some of his friends. His friends caught up and whisper to him as he notices you and glanced your way sometimes. You only ignored them as you chill with the other car owners, some of them being friendly

There was an announcement where there would be a race. Your ears perked up and headed over there as you see your good friend participating against, a very oddly familiar car. Oh shit it’s his car isn’t it

You walk to your friends side as you warm them up and he gave you thumbs up as you see a swarm of girls near his side. Ugh

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After the race was over your friend won and you congratulated him. As you head to your car you hear yelling and see Jaegyon come towards you. In a panic you drive away and far as you could as you head home.

You sit at him as you wash your makeup when you heard your doorbell ring. Running over you open the door and met up with a tall blondie. Jaegyon…

He just looks at you before excusing himself in

“What the hell are you doing here” you asked a bit pissed

“Came here to say sorry…” he says. Looking away

“Well I don’t want your apology so get out”

“But-“”No buts, out!” You point to your door and shut it. Sighing in relief as you sat back down as you just finished your relationship

#najaegyeon #lookism x reader #x reader #angst #racing

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httpsdana · 9 months

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84 Jude bellingham with a Brazilian reader PLEEASE

Sal o Azúcar ?~Jude Bellingham

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I PUBLISHED THIS AND REALIZED THE REQUEST SAID BRAZILIAN READER. IWROTE THIS AS SPANISH IM SO SORRY. EITHER WAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

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players/drivers I write for

84-“as much as I love listening to your native language, you know I can’t understand shit.”

warning: this is google translated spanish

"why wouldn't you let me help you" Jude whined, following y/n around in the kitchen

"Jude. I've told you this a million times before. I cannot fuck up tonights dinner. this is the first time your parents are coming over here to Madrid and you helping me isn't gonna be the best choice" y/n repeated, sighing at the boy who was following her around

"that's really offensive" Jude mumbled, sitting down on the countertop

y/n knew he wasnt actually sad, but she was right about everything she said. Jude wasn't the best help in the kitchen

"you can help me by bringing me the ingredients when I want them" she suggested making Jude's face lit up

he nodded excitedly, jumping off the counter and standing next to her.

She started preparing the dinner with Jude standing next to her. The soup she was preparing needed salt and needed to be stirred well and she shouldn't stop the stirring

"Jude. salt please" she said, urging him to rush

He grabbed the jar of 'salt' and gave it to her. y/n, without looking, grabbed a big amount of it and put it over the soup, and continued her stirring

"thanks babe" she said, smiling at Jude. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head, and stood beside her until she finished everything for the dinner

"Denise. Mark. its so good to see you guys again" y/n said, hugging the couple in front of her

"come on in. Jude is just getting dressed" she led them to the living room

"of course he's still late. I wonder if you're the one who waits for him when getting reafy for a date" his dad joked, making the three of them laugh

"I heard that"Jude said from behind, annoyance evident in his voice, but a smile was plastered on his face because of seeing his parents after a few months

He gave them both a hug, and they sat down for a chat

"I actually helped y/n with dinner" Jude said proudly, making his parents laugh

"oh no. how did that go?" Denise asked, making Jude put an offended hand on his chest

"it was alright. I didn't let him do anything beside bringing me the ingredients" y/n said, making his mother laugh

"that was a good choice. when he was young I had to beg him to leave me cook alone" she said, making her husband and y/n laugh

"that's not true" Jude gasped, making them laugh harder

"enough talking about how bad Jude is in cooking, how about I serve you guys dinner?" y/n got up, leading them to the dining room

She went to the kitchen, with Jude following her

"that wasn't nice" he pouted, making her chuckle

"well...we were only speaking the truth" she shrugged, placing her hands on his chest, his hands placing themselves on her hips

He just laughed, and leaned down, pressing his lips on hers. Before he had the chance to deepen the kiss, y/n moved back and pushed him away

"stop your parents are waiting for the food" she turned, grabbing the pot of soup

"take this. and I'll bring the rest" she gave it to Jude

They all sat down for dinner. y/n filling up the bowls of soup for the parents

Denise had the first sip of her soup, before she started coughing hard

"everything okay?" y/n asked, worried something might had happened to her

"honey. I think you're mistaken between the salt and sugar" she said, making y/n turn to look at Jude. He had an awkward look on his face when his girlfriend glared at him

"you gave me the sugar instead of the salt?" y/n asked, making Mark laugh out loud at his son

"how was I supposed to know its sugar instead of salt?" Jude said defensively

"Joder, Jude, ponemos la sal en el tarro azul y el azúcar en el tarro rosa." y/n said in an angry tone. before realizing she was speaking spanish instead on english (fucking hell Jude. we put the salt in the blue jar and the sugar in the pink jar)

Jude looked at her dumbfounded, before speaking up

“as much as I love listening to your native language, you know I can’t understand shit.” he said, making his parents chuckle

y/n let out a sigh, rubbing her temple before turning to his parents

"I'm really sorry guys. I promise he won't be entering the kitchen again" she glared at Jude

Denise shook her head and said everything was fine

"I think the rest of the food has sugar instead of salt too, how about we order some pizza?" Jude said with an awkward smile

They all laughed, before nodding

"let me do the talking. I don't think your spanish is good enough to order a normal pizza" y/n joked, grabbing the phone from Jude's hand

#football #football blurb #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader #footballer imagine #real madrid #jude x reader #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x spanish reader #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham drabble #jude bellingham

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borathae · 2 years

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"You had a bad day, but luckily for you, your husband knows exactly what to do to make you feel better again."

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, domestic!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, soft dom!Reader, kitty as a nickname, Yoongs gets very needy from giving her oral, Yoongi's hands, relaxing massage which turns sexy, slow fingering, slow oral, some humping, nipple sucking, missionary, she tops him from the bottom, edging, which turns him just a lil bit bratty, soft spanking, eye contact *screams*, kisses, unprotected sex but they are clean & on birth control, snuggles afterwards, he is just ideal :(

Wordcount: 5.2k

a/n: I feel like all I'm writing about these days is married life ahaha I think my body clock is trying to tell me something here. Oh where, oh where is my happy marriage to an absolute cutie of a man? 😔 no but seriously, Yoongi is the cutest and I am deeply in love and I also wanna blow his fucking back out while asking if he wants breakfast in the morning. Enjoy besties 🤍

"Honey?" your husband’s voice is quiet in the silent room. He spoke softly, looking at you with worried eyes.

"Urgh", you let out.

"What's wrong?"

He came home to your shoes not having been put away and your bag having been left in the hallway. Something which was highly unlikely for you as you are a great lover of order and tidiness. He knew what that meant. You had a bad day. And so he cleaned the mess for you, stepped out of his own shoes and went on his journey to find you.

He found you in the bedroom with your face buried in the pillows and your fluffiest onesie on.

"Everything", you answer him.

"Everything. Oh no, that’s a lot."

The bed dents beside you, then you feel a warm hand place itself on your lower back. He rubs slow circles on it.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't know, I’m just sad and mad and tired and everything hurts", you whine.

"Oh no, that sucks."

"Yeah, big stinky suck."

"Yeah, big stinky", Yoongi agrees, giving the back of your head a soft pat.

You inhale audibly and exhale, making a sound of utter despair as you do.

"Aw honey", Yoongi says, leaning down to kiss your hair, "don’t worry, I’m here now."

"Ye, I know", you turn your head so you can look at him, "Yoongi gimme kiss."

He does so gladly, caressing your cheek once he pulls back.

"Thankies", you mumble, looking a little happier already.

"Do you want some food?" he suggests to which you shake your head.

"I already ate on my way home. Leftovers from last night. They were the only thing keeping me from ending it all."

Yoongi snorts.

"And the aspect of seeing you. It helped too", you add.

"Aw honey, you’re cute", he says, kissing your forehead which paints a smile to your lips.

"How about I'll quickly go eat something and then get ready for cuddles?" he suggests.

"It's alright, you can do something else. I think I’m just gonna stay here and sulk."

He nods his head in understanding, "I'll be quick."

Yoongi returns whenever. You didn’t really count the time. You just laid there and boiled in your little soup of self pity.

Speaking of soup. Yoongi had soup for dinner and left you some for tomorrow. But that was beside the point. What truly matters was that he has now entered the bedroom in his comfiest pajamas and a mysterious looking bottle in his hands.

You eye it.

"Get naked honey, I’m gonna massage you", he says, revealing the mysterious bottle to be your massage oil bottle.

"Really?" your eyes seem to light up, "you'll really massage me?"

"Yes, only if you want to of course."

"Yes, wow. I want to", you say, taking off your onesie quickly and then plopping down on your stomach, "I'm ready."

Yoongi has to chuckle. You are so adorable when you are so eager for his massage. Yoongi likes to argue that he is quite talented in massages. You say that he is because his hands are "literally carved by the gods or maybe sex demons" and that "whatever he does with them sends you to the moon and back", but it is also because he really likes making you feel good and so he practiced a lot.

Bear in mind the practice was on your body, but you tell him that he is a literal master of massages these days. So it was definitely worth it.

Yoongi sits down on the back of your thighs, keeping his hands on your back.

"Where does it hurt the most?" he asks.

"Like everywhere, but my shoulders are killing me."

"Got it. Don’t startle, here comes the oil."

"Ah Yoongi cold", you whine.

"Sorry, I'll warm it up", he says and once the bottle is closed again, he places his hands into the little puddle of oil and begins spreading it.

He goes slowly, using his palms for now. Your skin needs to be equal parts covered. He concentrates his touches on your upper back for now, as he will do your lower back separately.

"How's that?"

"Good, not cold anymore."

Yoongi finishes off spreading the oil, finally giving his fingers a task as well. He begins with his thumbs, rolling them in downwards motions from your upper shoulders to the middle of your back. He draws the touches along your spine.

"So nice", you say happily.

The two of you are quite obsessed with massaging each other, actually. It is one of your most beloved quality time activities. You can find relaxation that way and improve the connection you and him share. It feels so intimate to massage each other. Truly, feeling the other's skin so slowly and for such a long time strengthens the love you share tenfold.

"Can you feel how tight I am?"

"Yeah, you’re really tense. What did you do today that got you that tight?"

"It's probably from all the anger tensing I had to do."

Yoongi works on getting an especially stubborn tension point out of your upper latissimus dorsi, using his fingers and knuckles for it.

"Tell me about it."

"Rick made me sort through the cabinets even though he knew that I was supposed to help with the deliveries today."

"Oh damn okay, that’s so unfair. He's such a prick."

"Yeah right?" you huff out air, "I hate him so much."

"Same, he's such a snobby idiot."

"Right? God honey, you just get me", you sigh contently.

Yoongi smiles to himself. He feels good when you rant to him and he can help you feel better through it. He feels like such an accomplished husband whenever he does.

He trails his touches to your upper shoulders again, using his fingers to feel for the tightest spots.

"There, yooo okay it hurts so much there."

"There?"

"Yes, urgh it hurts."

"Sorry, I know. I have to get in there to get it out", Yoongi says, working diligently to fight this stubborn tension.

You huff out air and groan.

"I'm being abused here."

He chuckles, but softens his touches.

"You're so dramatic, it wasn’t even that hard."

"Yeah it was. You’re way too strong."

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly and smiles. He trails his touches down your back again. It makes you relax in a sigh.

"Yes, do it like that tonight. I just wanna relax."

"Okay, anything for you", he says.

He reaches the middle of your back, using the flat of his palm to spread the oil. He ends up needing more, covering your lower back in it as well.

"So nice, oh honey love that", you whisper and exhale in a happy sigh.

Yoongi is massaging your lower back. He traces your spine, outlines the dimples on it, touches your sides.

He also oggles your naked butt from time to time.

It is also very hot. Massaging each other isn’t just relaxing intimacy, but also incredibly hot. Most of your massage nights end with eager fingers between other's legs and sloppy tongue kisses. It’s just way too sexy to be touched and to touch for such a long time.

Tonight is no different. Yoongi feels an ache of longing in his chest. An ache only the warmth of your pussy could heal.

He dares to go further down. His palms first then his fingers.

You chuckle lazily, wiggling your hips slowly.

"Love your butt", he says and gives it a good squeeze.

"Mhm, me too. Love your butt too", you say and crane your neck to send him a knowing look.

Yoongi lifts himself off your legs and watches how you open them for him. So you want it too.

"Really?" he still makes sure.

"Yes", you allow him.

And so it happens that Yoongi sits down on his heels right between your legs. He can see your pussy from that position. His fingertips itch for a feel of it, but he controls himself. Instead he kneads your inner thighs, making you part your legs further.

Your breathing is quickening. You are wiggling your toes in anticipation. You really want his touch. You were hoping that tonight's massage would go to such lengths and now you are aching for his fingers.

He inches closer, letting his thumb brush your pussy.

"Hah", you gasp and lift your hips. That felt like electricity on your skin. You chase him. Yoongi gives it to you.

He places two of his fingers on your pussy and rubs them back and forth slowly.

"Honey", you moan, parting your lips. His touch is electric. You are so hot because of it. This is the exact distraction you needed tonight.

Yoongi watches his fingers, feeling his cock harden at the view. You are wet even if he didn’t touch you for long.

"You're so sexy", he rasps.

Yoongi touches your clit and rubs circles on it. Your hips lift themselves again, you grasp the pillow.

"Wow", you whisper then make a soft sound of approval.

It turns him on so much to see you that way. It also turns him on to know that he can get you so good in such a short amount of time.

He tries something. He slips one digit into you. Carefully and slowly.

"Yes, oh baby", you moan, welcoming him oh so happily. This is where he belongs. This right here is heaven.

"You're so wet", he whispers, moving his finger in and out of you. He watches it. How it looks lodged inside of you, how wet you get it and how your pussy is stretching around it.

He slips free to touch your clit before slipping back inside. Skillful just as his massage. Yoongi knows exactly what you like.

"You're so good", you praise and sigh, feeling bolts of pleasure course through your veins when Yoongi touches your clit again. He stays there, making breathing oh so difficult for you.

"So good…"

He aches again. You are so wet. It looks so yummy. He wants it on his tongue.

"Oh god, baby. Your touch is heaven", he hears you moan and yet all he can concentrate on is his salivating mouth. He has to give in. It is unbearable otherwise.

Yoongi lies down and connects his mouth with your middle. He sucks softly, letting go of you a second later.

He listens to how deeply you exhale. He feels how you shake and then tense in anticipation.

He does it again. One suck for just a second then he lets go of you again, letting his lips hover above you. You taste magnificent. He is so obsessed.

“Yoongi”, you sigh and move.

Yoongi dodges your leg as you flip onto your back, claiming his rightful spot between your legs once you are resting comfortably. He shimmies closer and touches your core. His long finger he buries inside of you, keeping you parted with his other hand. He connects his lips again, kissing and sucking on your clit slowly. He comes up for air every now and then, sneaking glances at you.

Your eyes meet. No words are spoken and yet you understand each other perfectly. This is what you want and in return this is what Yoongi is oh so willing to offer. He scoots closer and connects his mouth with your core again. This time he keeps close, swirling his tongue over your clit while his dark brown, oh so sparkly eyes are locked on yours’.

“That’s really good”, you tell him breathily and reach down to run your fingers through his dark hair.

Yoongi shivers at the touch, letting the softest of sounds roll over his tongue.

“Ah”, you gasp softly, lifting your brows, “hah your voice, I feel it.”

“Mhm”, he hums, watching how this makes your eyelids flutter, “mhm”, he does it again, sucking on your clit just to let it go.

His lips are glistening, looking pinker than they normally do. His eyes are just slightly widened, he looks cute like that. His cheeks are reddened, it spreads over his button nose as well. You give his hair a soft ruffle and Yoongi smiles contently.

His lips find their home back on your core, his tongue dances through your folds and over your clit. Getting pets while he is eating you out will always motivate him to do better. Tonight is no exception.

You pet his raven hair and Yoongi gives you his best performance. You twirl strands of it between your fingers and Yoongi gives your magical spot a skilled curl of his finger. You tug on it softly and he moans needily. You scratch your nails over his scalp tenderly and he grinds his wet tongue against your clit until you tingle. Truly it is a win-win situation for both of you.

“It’s so nice”, you sigh, dropping your head back in the pillows.

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “so nice.”

He slips a second finger inside, sending a jolt through your legs. You roll your hips up then drop them in a shudder.

“Yes, that’s good. Like this…”

He moves them in and out slowly. Just how he did before when you were still on your stomach. They manage to go even deeper in the new position, which he likes a lot. You like it a lot too, tingling all over. Your husband has the best fingers, he really does. Strong and manly and yet never rough. Always tender and loving. And skilled. Oh so skilled.

Paired with the slow licks he gives your clit and you are floating. This is the best end of a shitty day you could have wished for. You knew that once you would be home with your love again, everything would be better again. But you hadn’t expected him to be just so incredibly good at making it better. Which is quite unfair of you. You married Yoongi afterall. And Yoongi has always made it his goal to brighten your dark days. Even back when you and him were still friends secretly yearning for the other, he was always the first person to cheer you up with sweet words and little self-made snacks.

Yoongi stops again, kissing your clit before lifting his head. His fingers continue their movements. In and out slowly, deep curls and wiggles. You peel your eyes open and tug on his hair.

“Back”, you whisper.

“You taste so good”, he says and flutters his lashes at you cutely.

You smile, “thank you, but I want you back.”

Yoongi chuckles, “okay, okay”, he mumbles, fulfilling your wish gladly.

“Mhhm yeah”, you sigh, placing your hand on the back of his head, “now don’t stop.”

Yoongi nods his head in obedience, giving you a cute little moan. He changes between slow sucks and skilled licks. It is a smooth movement, blending into one until it fills your veins with bubbling warmth. Truly, you are tingling everywhere. Your chest feels so light, your stomach is filled with butterflies, your legs are literal jelly. Yoongi turns your body so weak in such a wondrous way that you wouldn’t even mind if you stayed that weak for all eternity.

“Oh”, you tense then shudder, “okay now actually don’t stop anymore. Ah baby…” This right now felt magical. The tip of his tongue is drawing circles on your clit, his fingers are curling deep inside of you. He is so wet and warm on your pussy too, his tongue is so soft. Every single sensation feels ten times better and you know exactly what that means. He found the spot. The one spot which will make you orgasm.

Yoongi flits his eyes up, studying your features. Your eyebrows are lifted, your lips are parted and your eyes are squeezed shut so tightly your lashes threaten to disappear.

He must have found it. He furrows his brows in desperation and rolls his hips into the mattress. Breathing gets harder for him and so he begins panting through his nose while his tongue is drawing circles on the spot which makes you tense oh so much.

You feel how quickly he is breathing. It is tickling your lower stomach and makes your core feel oh so sensitive because with each exhale, Yoongi lets out a small moan.

“Baby, ah god that’s so good”, you choke out, arching your back, “fuck.”

Yoongi whimpers, grinding his cock against the mattress whilst wishing it was your pussy instead. He has soaked through his pants by now, it makes the fabric stick to his dick and creates a little wet spot on the sheets.

“Fuck, baby. Ah”, you tense around his digits. You need one more swirl of his tongue. This is all you need. Your nerves are hypersensitive, your muscles are so tense, you can’t breathe. One more swirl.

Yoongi moans and swirls his tongue.

“Yes”, you break, smothering him with your pussy as your body goes up in the flames of your high.

Yoongi ends up having to hold you down just enough that he can continue licking you through your high without missing your favourite spots.

You tug him away by his hair once it gets too much. Yoongi feels droopy, burying his face in your inner thigh to nibble on it desperately. His hands are groping your legs and hips, his teeth are tickling your skin.

“Yoongs”, you laugh breathily, “that tickles.”

Yoongi makes a tiny sound, which is a mixture of a huff of air and a grunt. He abandons your inner thigh just to kiss your lower stomach and then right up the middle of your stomach. His big hands are on your side, following along his lips. He sucks on one of your ribs softly.

“Tickles”, you chuckle tiredly, “Yoongs don’t, it tickles.”

He whimpers oh so cutely, cupping your breasts just to squeeze them together and bury his face in them. He wiggles his head from side to side, purring deeply.

“Baby”, he makes you laugh. He is so adorable.

“Hmpf”, Yoongi huffs out and lifts his head just to guide one of your nipples to his lips. He takes you in greedily, licking and sucking on your nipple like a hungry little kitten.

“Baby…” you sigh, chasing his mouth.

His fingers are holding you safely, his palms are big enough to fit all of you in them. They are warm and soft.

Yoongi lets go of your nipple, letting the string of saliva break. He exhales shakily then takes in your other nipple to make it just as swollen and sensitive as he did the other. And while he sucks on it, his fingers play with your other, making sure it wouldn’t lose any of its stiffness.

He mewls and lifts his lips again. His fingers take your nipple instantly, keeping it oh so sensitive. He shimmies closer, pressing his soaked pants and hard cock against your core. His eyes are widened cutely, the tip of his nose is glimmering oh so cutely.

“Kitty wants pussy”, he says, giving you a cute pout.

His words make you shiver.

“But kitty just got pussy”, you rasp, taking his chin between two of your fingers to wipe away some of your arousal which has gotten stuck on his skin, “I fed you so well, didn’t I?”

He pouts harder, looking so adorable doing it.

“Yes, but it hurts”, he whines.

“What hurts?” you ask, knowing very well what he is talking about.

Yoongi rolls his hips into you and pulls a face of utter despair.

“My cock hurts so much”, he keens and does it again.

One deep roll of his hips, grinding his big bulge right against your pussy.

“Yeah it hurts? Did eating my pussy get you all desperate like always?”

“Ye”, he lets out and nods his head. He nuzzles into your neck, giving your breasts a big squeeze, “please”, he whispers, “please, please.”

You dance your hands down his back and hook them in his pants. With one tug, you have it pulled over his perky butt, working carefully to get his cock out safely. Yoongi wiggles and whines, reaching down to help you. He tugs them down until they are lying messily around one of his ankles while the other was free. He is too horny to care. He needs you so bad.

You welcome him back with open arms. Yoongi falls into them happily, bucking his hips forward to sink his cock into you. He glides in easily, muffling his sounds with your neck.

This is paradise. He is finally back where he loves it the most.

Yoongi begins moving the moment he bottoms out. He pours his entire heart into those thrusts, caging your head between his elbows while his hands are engulfing your head most tenderly.

“Fuck”, he croaks, dropping his forehead against yours. He rubs his nose against you like a love-drunk kitten.

“Do you like it?” you ask in a sigh, holding his buttocks between your hands. They are tensing and relaxing with each roll of hips.

“Yeah…ah so much”, he presses out, trembling on top of you.

You wrap your legs around the back of his thighs, forcing his cock to lodge oh so deeply inside of you.

Yoongi huffs out air, grunts and shudders. A moan tickles your neck, his pouty lips follow.

“Feel that? Feel how I’ve got you?” you whisper, hugging his torso.

“Yeah”, he keens, lifting his head just to end up rubbing his face into your cheek cutely. Love making gets him so good. He would never actually admit that it does, but he does such a terrible job at covering it up that you have long figured him out.

You love it too. Especially when he is all needy from eating your pussy. He gets especially clingy when he is. And you are living for it.

You pull him closer, twisting your fingers in the hair at the back of his head. It has gotten oh so long these days. It fits him so well.

Yoongi kisses your cheek then hides back in the crook of your neck. His heart is hammering in his chest, his breathing is oh so quick and worked up.

You turn your head and press your lips into the side of his head.

“You’re mine”, you rasp into his hair.

“Yeah…” he lulls, tensing up and releasing all the tension in a shuddering breath, “don’t wanna stop.”

“Neither do I, your cock’s so good baby.”

“Wanna cum”, he confesses next and then whines sadly, “don’t like that I am.”

“You’re so cute”, you have to chuckle, “kitty really needed pussy, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, so bad”, he huffs out air and lifts his head again. His eyes are half-lidded, looking oh so drugged up, “don’t wanna cum.”

“Then don’t”, you tell him, reaching down to stop his hips with a strong hand on his butt.

Yoongi furrows his brows and huffs out air in distaste. You just edged him. You literally just edged him with your pussy.

“Why?” he whispers, voice just slightly pitched.

You give him a playful smile and with a soft nudge, you show his hips how they should move. Both your hands are on his butt and your eyes locked with his’ oh so demandingly.

“Like this”, you say, making him rock back and forth in the slowest of movements, “that should be easy to do, shouldn’t it?”

“But…edging”, he whines, “it hurts.”

You laugh, “you’re so whiney. You don’t wanna cum, but don’t wanna edge either. What do you want, kitty? Decide.”

Yoongi blushes and then buries his face in your neck in embarrassment.

“You’re mean”, he mumbles, making you chuckle.

“You know I’m just teasing.”

“Mhm”, he says then shudders, “oh-oh god, fuck it’s so good”, he keens, stumbling out of the rhythm you guided him in.

“Slow baby, slow”, you pull him back, squeezing his hips with strong fingers.

Yoongi mewls and shudders.

“Don’t edge me”, he begs but still follows your instructions. Once again your pussy is oh so tight and warm, but edges him oh so cruelly. Barely any movements, just slow rocking back and forth. Yoongi is being kept right on edge. And we are talking right on it. Edging with your hand or mouth at least gives him moments where that unbearable burn dies down again. But you keep him riding on it. Hot and deep and yet not enough to throw him over the edge. He is destined to dance right on its thin line, wobbling but never falling.

You grip his hips and then force them to speed up again. Fast and deep.

Yoongi has to gasp for air and grab the upper edge of the pillow with one hand.

“Oh fuck, oh, ah, yes, so good”, he moans.

“You fuck me so well, baby”, you rasp, clenching around him.

Yoongi tenses and shudders. He lets out a groan, having his voice crack at the end. One more tense and you stop.

His hips are still again, your hands are on his ass oh so strong. The fire in his stomach aches unbearably.

“Why?” he whines, throbbing desperately while the warmth of your pussy feels like torture around his cock.

“You almost came again, don’t worry I helped you”, you speak softly, caressing his butt.

“You’re so mean”, he keens, “please more”, his beg swirls against your neck just as softly as his lips do mere seconds later.

Your caresses turn into slow movements again. Back and forth with a soft roll at the end when he is oh so deep inside of you.

Yoongi has to follow. Dancing his hips right to the melody your demanding hands play. Slow and deep. He graces your favourite spots, fills you up so well, feels like burning up himself.

He twists the pillow until his fingernails ache.

“Please”, he begs, “seriously please.”

“Please what?” you ask, slowing his hips down again.

“Let me cum, please.”

“Yeah? Finally decided what you want?”

He nods his head and shivers.

“I fuck”, he grunts and scratches his nails down the pillow, “can’t take more.”

“It didn’t take you long to make your decision, did it?” you taunt.

“___”, he presses out, tensing his buttocks, “please, close.”

“Slow”, you order, stopping him with your legs and a harsh grip on his hips.

“Fuck. Goddamn fuck, can you let me cum? It’s not that hard”, he sounds impatient, maybe even a little bratty.

He makes you chuckle, which in return makes him whine because you are clenching like crazy when you laugh.

“You’re a brat”, you say, spanking his ass just hard enough that he flinches forward with a gasp slipping past his lips. You make his hips move again afterwards just enough to stimulate his cock, but not enough to satisfy him. Oh poor Yoongi is trembling on top of you, twisting the pillow to its limit.

“___”, he whines, nudging your cheek with his button nose, “please ___ please.”

“You want it?”

“Yes, want it.”

You stop, forcing a heartbreaking mewl to escape him.

“Why do you wanna hurt me tonight?” his voice sounds close to tears.

“Well you said that you want it, not that you need it. That’s a difference.”

“What?” he lifts his head, giving view to his ruffled bangs and glassy eyes, “you serious? We picking words now?”

You spank his ass, making his eyelids flutter and his lips part.

“Talk back again and I’ll make you fuck the pillow instead of my pussy.”

Yoongi’s face falls in complete desperate devotion. He cups your cheeks, letting his forehead fall against yours.

“You’re so hot”, he croaks, rocking his hips just the slightest bit, “oh god, you’re so hot.”

His quick panting is tickling your skin, his lips are brushing against yours, his eyes are glued to yours even if your visions are both blurry from closeness.

“Mhm kitty, so good”, you sigh, caressing his buttocks and hips.

“So good”, he breathes, poking your nose with his button nose. It makes you close your eyes and tilt your head up just so you can kiss him. You want to kiss him, get lost in the sensation and never leave again. But Yoongi doesn’t let you, because Yoongi is needy and therefore breaks the kiss just to beg again.

“Please I need it”, he tries, giving you a cute little sob, “need it so bad.”

“Mhm, you need it?” you coo, tickling his lower back. He has it arched so perfectly.

“So bad, please.”

You smirk in amusement.

“Well then fuck yourself stupid will you?” you demand and grip his hips to give them a maddening rhythm to follow.

Yoongi’s arms almost give up on him.

“Holy fuck”, he presses out and moans loudly. Then he takes over. He ruts into you with restless hips and a throbbing cock. Your hands are merely resting on his ass, feeling him tense oh so nicely, but doing nothing to control his movements. This was his task again. And Yoongi is hellbound on feasting on this privilege until he is satisfied and oh so filled up.

“So good, fuck, your pussy’s good”, he grunts, “gonna make me cum so hard, holy fuck.”

His hips stutter but he forces them to find their rhythm again.

“Now”, he moans, “oh- now.”

You can feel it happening. It fills you up oh so warm and good. Yoongi groans before he falls completely silent and unmoving. He is even holding his breath, orgasming so hard that his entire body is tense.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Ah, ah, ah”, Yoongi’s voice returns, high-pitched and desperate. His body is shaking, his hips are chasing your warmth, “yes, ah yes, yes, oh god yes.”

“You’re so hot”, you press out, feeling dizzy in pleasure.

“Feels so good”, he mewls, pressing his hand into the mattress so strongly that he actually manages to lift his torso for a few seconds, “ah”, he lets out with his head tilted back, shaking out his last burning wave, “darling”, he gets out then drops on top of you like a limp ragdoll.

He shudders uncontrollably, making a desperate sound as he does.

“You good?” you ask him.

“Yeah, holy fuck”, he rasps and exhales loudly.

“Agreed, that was intense.”

He nods his head, “like fuck, you just…wow.”

You smile, “mh-hm yeah, right? Thank you so much for this, I really needed it.”

He snuggles and nods his head, “I’m happy I could help.”

Yoongi finally manages to lift his head. His face is heated and sweaty from the amazing sex you just had. His bangs are ruffled and just slightly damp. He looks so, so happy. You feel happy too.

“The shower I took was so unnecessary, I’m so sweaty”, he says and chuckles.

“Yeah same, I’m so sticky and I’m leaking on top of that.”

“Sorry, I feel like I just came way too much.”

“It’s hot, don’t apologize.”

He smiles shyly and lowers his head back into your neck. He nuzzles and sighs happily. You begin playing with his hair, tracing his spine with your other hand.

“Should we like, take a shower together?” he suggests.

“We could do that, couldn’t we?”

“Mhm yeah, we could.”

Yoongi lifts his head again and by just one look at your sparkling eyes he knows that he has already won you over.

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tatsumessy · 1 year

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No Will to Live ~

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Pairing: Zoro x FemReader!

Theme: Angst, sadness, fluff

Synopsis: You lost all will to live and being a devil fruit user you knew the quickest way to go out was the sea.

Request: Open!

I’m writing separate parts for each OP character.

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This was after another fight that the whole crew was participating in. Once again you found yourself useless in battle, you know they would never outright say anything you about the lack of assistance you provided for them but sometimes their faces showed it.

Sitting in the hammock you held your face in your palms as the tears fell non stop. With Sanji and his weird abilities he heard you crying and came busting in the room. “Y/n, are you okay? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Quickly wiping your face you looked up at him with red puffy eyes and a stuffy nose. “Nothing. Thank you for checking up on me.” You gave him a forced smile and started fiddling with your fingers. “Did that idiot moss head do something to you? I swear-” you stopped him from talking by grabbing his hands.

“Sanji, he did nothing. I haven’t talked to him all day. I just don’t feel well is all.” He nodded his head and ran off yelling he was going to make you some soup. His goofy personality still failed to put a smile on your face but you faked it until everyone went to sleep.

Standing up off of the bed you walked out the room closing the door behind you and wrapping the thin blanket around your torso tightly. The cold wind brushed across your face as you walk towards the edge of the deck looking down into the water.

Taking your slippers off you stood on top of the ledge letting the blanket go a watching as the wind blew it away into the ocean. A year slipped down your cheek once again as you unhooked the necklace from behind you and held it in your hands.

It was a necklace that Zoro got you on one of your few dates you went on. Tossing it onto the deck more tears fell. “I’m sorry.” You whispered to yourself before taking a step forward and falling into the water.

The water in gilded your body weakening you by the second as your vision started going blurry. You were starting to lose consciousness feeling yourself drowning, suddenly a large figure was swimming towards you grabbing your body and pulling you out the water back onto the deck.

You hunched over coughing out the water that went into your throat. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? YOU CANT SWIM REMEMBER!” He yelled at you flicking water off of himself.

Your crew mates started running out of their rooms being woken up from their sleep. “What happened?” Nami asked rubbing her eyes adjusting to her surroundings, Chopper was already by your side checking your heartbeat.

“Y/n. Did you fall into the water?” He asked giving you a check up in his office, you couldn’t speak to anyone because questions were just to much for you. He left the room leaving you by yourself in the office crying non stop.

Zoro walked in seeing you cry, he planned to just yell at you for being a dumbass. But seeing you in tears hurt him, “Y/n.” You stopped crying hearing him call for you, “What the hell is going on with you, you’ve been acting weird since the fight.”

Ignoring what he was saying you wiped your face flinching when you felt a cold hand on your cheek. He forced you to look up at him and he knew you couldn’t answer him in the state you were in. He wrapped his arms around your waist picking you up and carrying you to one of the bedrooms.

He laid you down and took his shirt off forcing you to lay on top of him. Giving in to his touch you wrapped yourself around him crying into his chest. “Zoro I’m sorry for being so useless.” He let out a long sigh, “When have you ever been useless?” “All the time.” Your voice cracked with each word.

“You’re such an idiot. I don’t know where your getting these dumb thoughts from.” He ran his fingers through your hair massaging your scalp trying to put you to sleep. “You say some crazy shit. If you were upset about something you should’ve talked to me about it.” He kissed the top of your head pulling you closer.

“I don’t know how to help you if you won’t talk to me. I can’t read minds.” You took a deep breath and looked up at him rubbing the side of his cheek with your thumb. “You probably wouldn’t be able to understand.” “Try me.”

Sitting up you leaned against the wall grabbing his hands to play with his fingers. He watched you play with his left hand while he used his right hand to hold his head up as he leaned on his side. You explained to him how you had been feeling recently and instead of yelling at you for being stupid he listened and when you finished held you close to him.

“Don’t ever think of yourself less that what you are. I would never want to be with someone who was weak and weak is not something that you are Y/n.” He placed a kiss on your forehead egging you to go to sleep because he knew how tired you were.

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echo-stimmingrose · 7 months

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These are some of the things my best friend (@officiallydoubtful) said while reading The Lost Hero' for the first time with little to no context.

Part One

*Meeting Leo for the first time* Yeah he's an arsonist.

Jason shouldn't have a last name.

Was what do you mean was?

"'Gleeson was a saytr,' Annabeth said"

Is he dead or is he no longer a saytr?

Jason's Roman

Me: What gave you that idea?

Idk

Chiron what do mean? Why should he be dead?

*Despair* What are Snauseages? Is it a typo??!?!! It's capitalized!! No!!!!

"If he's only a head, where does the food go when he eats?"

Jason's asking the real questions here!

Sacrifice chickens to them!

*Scolding* Stop breaking the fourth wall

Good on you Jason, you're your own person.

WHAT? WHO DID YOU KILL? RACHEL!

"Phone calls from supernatural convicts demanding you bust them out of jail"

*Shrugs* Everyday occurrences

*Presumably talking to the characters, voice strangely motherly* The last chapter isn't here yet, idk what chapter this is but it's definitely not the last one. *Taps book lovingly*

"*Annabeth insults Hera*"

*Snorts* Annabeth….

*Meeting Clovis*

"He looked like a baby cow"

Aww that's adorable!!!

You almost dissolved!?!?

"He held a spear with toasted marshmallows"

*Distressed* Why are they toasted??? He just walked up to the fire!!

Order in the court.

Okay so we know where Nico is somewhat. We think he's looking for Percy but we don't know where he is, we just know what he might be doing.

Seven…?

What? Jason what? What? Jason what? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? Okay that's Latin… okay ummhhmmm, okay he's, yeah. couldn't let Rachel speak for herself huh?

Catholicism gets brought up a lot in this book.

Chiron goes: It's their canon event, I cannot intervene.

*Attitude* Oh were you calling roll?

"The great stirring"

Stir? Like soup?

Cookie dough?

Captain Sunshine!

*Exasperated* JASON!

*Looks at me* he's not boring he's just confusing!

I wonder why you think he looks like a Roman statue, I wonder why.

Electric.

You're just gonna shoot lightning out of it?

Oh no, you're gonna shoot lightning to it.

Opposite way.

Yup I was right. I was right about his dad.

JuPitEr

Oh there is another prophecy down there.

He needs his own prophecy.

Swooned? Oh like sway, I get it.

Well that's ominous. but what else is a prophecy supposed to be!!!

*Drew calls Piper ugly*

*Gasp* That was mean!

You know what I think is real ugly? You're personality. *Snap snap snap*

Piper are you….? Hmmm *Deep thoughts*

*Strains* What is that word????

Beware the Earth? What? Hold on.

*Concerned* What are you going to build, Leo???

Leo, I have a slight feeling I know what your coping mechanism is.

Dumpster girl!!! Don't just say that to her!!!

Of course she gets claimed right then-! *Yells at themself* STOP READING AHEAD.

Of course he's thinking about everything in his childhood, why wouldn't he be?

Pillows?

*Intrigued* A boat made of fire.

*Sharp Inhale* Why were you sleeping in the fire place? Why did she put you in the fire place????

*Gasp Laugh* She let him play with knives!

Oh that's sad.

We need to stop putting demigod heroes when they're children next to snakes!

*Mother voice* You really like that boat. That's what you're gonna build eh?

*Gasp* *Stern Voice* Give him back the boat picture. I don't care if it's not time for his quest yet you can give him back his drawing! It's not like he's gonna ride that into the sunset!

*About to go to war for Leo* Stop exploiting the kid!

*Happily* Morse code

*Closes book*

*Sets book down*

*Shrieks in agony*

His mother…..

Don't you ever say your dad went for milk ever again!

He still dreamed of the flying boat

Oh no.

*Sad* Oh it's gonna happen.

No! No no no no no no no no no no don't do that!

*groan*

*Quiet pleading* No no no no no no no no

Oh, who is she?

EARTH?

oh crap, who are you?

Don't kill his mom.

Like I know you already did it but please don't.

Leo do not blame yourself for that.

Leo Leo Leo, listen to me buddy, stop.

Noooo!

*Gasp*

I wanna give him a hug…..

Okay so his mom's death was worse than I thought.

But I figured he was gonna blame himself for it.

*GASP* A DRAGON

Ah yes

*Smiles* Okay Leo, okay.

This was the twilight zone.

No it's not, it's just the woods.

Don't feel guilty for using your firrrrrreeeee.

"Could metal dragons smell?"

Can they???

What the hell are you talking about, boy?

Aww, he got jalapeno juice in his eye!

Ugh….. okay…. Skipping over that….

Okay I've definitely read ahead, don't do that….

Aww, the dragon doesn't have wings…

Haha, talking to a dragon like a dog

*Amused* Leo just got flipped off in dryad

Are your wings just somewhere else???!??!?

It's not going to move out of your way if you keep pointing at it.

Uh What?

1864!!??!!?? Whaaaat???

"Jason dreamed of wolves."

Huh? He what?

Me: Oh yeah, have fun with that.

What??? What's gonna happen??????

Why do you know this place?

*Upset* Don't tell me you're a furry.

Is this a fanfiction????

*Crying* Wolves don't feel sympathy…

The mother wolf!

*Crying* In the wolf pack, weakness was not an option

Okay???

What is Hera doing here?

Do the wolves not like her?

Hmmm

*Wolves don't have much of a sense of humor*

I do, this is very funny.

Wolves don't have Alpha wolves!

*Tsk Tsk* Rick, you shoulda researched more.

*Looking at the Chapter Numbers*

Why does he think we know Roman numerals? I mean I do, this is fourteen. But still.

Why doesn't it have a bathroom?

Oh no

Oooh no

*Sigh*

Yup, Thalia.

Ah grief.

I'm starting to get really worried where Percy is.

Annabeth, for once I think you don't know something

I'm glad she can take the wolves seriously, cause I can't!

#percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #percy jackson #chiron #coach hedge

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To Give Back

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Chapter 2: Safe Place

Masterlist

Authors note: Hello! Here it is. Thank you guys so much for liking my last chapter and even reblogging! :> Stay tune for the next one next week!

Summary: You set off to find the Mandalorian after finding his kid wandering by himself.

Warnings: violence, blood, some angst, it's all i can think about but let me know if i miss anything.

Words: 2,184 (Much longer, I like.)

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Chapter 1: A Spruce Blue Plush

2 hours earlier...

The town was quite a calming one in the mornings until the afternoon. The air quite chilly and colors of light blues and darks filled the place. Light fogs from afar would later reveal what's up ahead if you go further into town.

The sun is up and barely covered from the clouds so you would get a certain amount of heat which makes the place a little more pleasant and make the scenery more enjoyable.

In one of the small restaurants, Din Djarin and the child has settled sitting in one of the outside tables for a quick meal break and as usual warm soup for the child while none for the Mandalorian.

The child was delighted to have the plushy and clearly doesn't plan to part with it. Even when he slurps the soup, Din had to watch him to make sure he doesn't spill on himself since the little one decides to tuck his plush under his left arm as he slurp. Din later became a bit amused to see that he hasn't spill a single drop.

The child sighed, satisfied as he set the bowl on the table before looking at his new plushy. He looked up at Din with a smile, lifting his plush for him to see, gurgling with delight.

Din chuckled, "I know kid... That lady was nice enough to let you have it. It was the only color left." He wipes away what's left on the child's cheek from his soup.

"... So, you better take good care of it."

It was clear to him that you wanted the plushy for yourself but you decided to give it to the child instead. There was this sort of look in your eyes when you looked at the child. The smile on your face says another thing but in your eyes, there's longing. When you turn to leave, he was about to say something but decided not to.

What also makes you interesting is that you can speak mando'a which he has never heard any non Mandalorian speak before. Also, calling him 'beautiful' out of all things? He found you quite odd and there was even no sign of fear you've given just as others would have. He wasn't sure why he didn't confronted you about it but he had to just let it go.

Every once in a while, he would notice you walk by from a distance, noticing a pattern of you deciding whether or not you want to purchase anything from one of the stalls. Coming back to them to make the final decision before setting off again.

And every once in a while, the child would point at you with an 'eh' and looking up at Din. You still being unaware that they were there.

Din happened to find the whole situation funny with the way the child would always seem to say 'oh look she's back again!' with his ears perking up and his eyes would follow you, but Din kept it to himself.

After quite some time, Din decided to stay a little bit more before his shoulders would relaxed back and later, he stood up from his seat.

"Okay, kid. Let's keep going." The little one would blow small raspberries in response, feeling a bit sad to go. Not really wanting to leave without seeing you one more time, but lately you haven't been around for a while, indicating that you must of went home.

Which Din would noticed the sun was getting close to set and decided that they should head back to his ship soon.

Only to tumble into trouble after some time in town.

2 hours later...

You hurried over to your ship, quickly finding a blanket and turning the heater on for the little one to stay warm and out of his wet and bloodied robes. You quickly check for any injuries and sighed in relief seeing that he came to you unharmed. You set him on your cot, wrapping his small body and you see that he's starting to get sleepy, his finger grasping your finger.

You smiled, "Okay little one. Stay here. I'll go find your dad. He might be in trouble. Do not move, alright?" You picked up the plushy and set it inside the blanket with him. Leaving the robe in your refresher to clean up later.

The child immediately hugged the plushy, looking up at you sleepily, slowly releasing his hold on you. You slip you finger from his hand and rubbed his cheek with your thumb, giving him a quick peck on his forehead before shutting your sleeping chamber where he will stay hidden and safe.

You huffed, grabbing your staff and blaster. Your knife already on your hip. You pulled you cloak over your head since the rain has started to get heavy, just as you suspected. You rolled your shoulder back to ease the nerves before taking off and closing your ship, knowing that the little one is safe.

...

The sound of pouring rain is almost unbearable because you could barely see your surroundings. The atmosphere immediately changed to the strong smell of rain and the town went from a light blue to a grey blue color. Lanterns are still lit up to help you find your way around even though it's already dark out. You listened closely for any sounds that may lead you to the Mandalorian.

You hoped that he's okay but judging by how big the splotch of blood on the kid's robe. Maybe not. The nervous feeling bubbling in your stomach.

And you barely know these two so why are you helping them? Perhaps the Mandalorian is somewhat a father figure or guardian towards the little one? You're pretty sure they're not related but you do know that they have a bond. A strong one at that.

Has the little already capture your heart? Was it that you couldn't bear to see the sad look on a child's face when they find out their only parent figure is gone?

Or... Perhaps you wanted to redeem yourself after what had happened a year ago?

You shook your head, feeling the sting in your eyes. Pouring rain drops on your cheeks to disguise the stray tears. Either way, you can't let that child be left alone. No way.

Your mind was later interrupted when you hear it.

The sounds of blasters going off from your left so you scuttled and stopped at the corner part of the building and took a peek around.

And there he is. The tall metal man himself in the middle of the street as he fights off one of the last thug that went after him. You could tell he's getting tired and limping on his left leg but he's not giving up.

When the last thug fell, the Mandalorian looked around frantically and you knew immediately who he's looking for. You knew you have to reunite them.

"Mandalorian!" You yell out, slowly revealing yourself. Said man stood stiff, alerted. Your hands up to show him no harm.

You continued, "I don't know if you remember me but I was the girl from this morning? Anyways, I know where the child is, but you have to come with me!"

"Where is he?!" His hand over his blaster. His voice sounded heavy and angry. His voice being modulated adds to it. It sort of sends you off guard, almost afraid and feeling a different feeling on your chest. You gulped.

"He's safe! I'm promise!" You gently said, revealing your face despite the heavy rain, hoping he recognize you. "Your kid came to me for help and I got him to safety. I know you don't believe me right now." You didn't realize you were just a few feet away in front of him. Your hands still up.

You could feel his gaze at your face. You noticed his shoulders a little relaxed but slightly moving up and down as he breathes heavily. Something was wrong. Your face softens from being terrified to concerned. You reached out your fingers slowly at him. "You're hurt-"

Then suddenly you heard the sounds of feet slapping onto the wet ground behind the Mandalorian. Your eyes widen and you peep out a 'look out.'

Before he could react, your legs moved to his left and your fingers already reached out to his arm, gently but firmly pushing him aside to safety but he had placed his right hand on your wrist, gripping it. You had already whipped out your staff with your other hand to swing at the thug who was about to attack him.

The thug was sent back into the ground on his back. He groans, lifting his head, only for you to rip your hand from the Mandalorian's grip and grab your knife to fling, and land in between the thug's eyes. Now dead, you walked over, the sound of your boots hitting the wet ground, towards the thug to retrieve your knife back.

You turned back to find the Mandalorian stare at you with his hand up before setting it over to his side. You hurried over to him, not touching but hovering your hands on his shoulder, not wanting to cross any boundaries. "You okay?" Your eyes trail down to his leg and you gasped. "Come on, I need to bring you to my ship."

"Is that..." He groans, limping a bit. You nodded.

"That's where he is. May I... May I touch you?" You asked, "I want you to lean on me since walking will make things worse for you. I'll also have to tend to your leg first, so let's get to shelter real quick."

You waited for his answer but before he was going to say anything, you noticed the change of his body as he gets more tired. He was about to fall over, making you rushed over to him. Wrapping your arm around his waist causing him to grunt in pain.

"Sorry." You hissed, loosening your grip. The temperature for sure has dropped due to the harsh weather but the heat radiating from his body almost made you want to lean into him more but you stopped yourself anyway.

"It's... It's fine. Just a bit bruised on my left side."

"Okay." You took it as a sign that he's alright with you holding him so you looped his arm over your shoulders and neck, your right arm holding his waist firmly but gently as not to hurt him more.

"You can lean on me. I'll get us out of the rain first for your leg." You led him to the side of the building that has an opened area with a roof over to keep you from the rain. You set him down gently to the floor, letting him lean on the wall. Focusing on his wound now which is located on the outer side of his left leg. You check to see how deep the cut is before doing what you needed to do and got to work as quickly as you can.

Quickly cleaning the wound with the clean cloth you got from your bag and then grabbed bacta spray from your bag before spraying it over the cut.

"There. That should help. Stuff works like magic." You said, trying to lighten things up as you put your spray back in your bad.

"You ready to keep moving? My ship's not too far from here." You finally look up, only to freeze when you realized his gaze was towards you. His chest heavily heaving as he stare at you and the sound of his voice sounded strained, making your brows furrowed with worry.

"Are you okay? Are you sick? I'" You slowly reached over his neck, waiting for him to react which he did by grabbing your wrist. You look back at him, not even phased by his reaction. You made a small smile to reassure him. "It's okay. I'm not going to remove your helmet. I know how important that is for you. I just want to make sure you're alright."

He loosened his grip but kept his hand on your wrist. You push a bit, placing the back of your hand to feel the heat radiate through the fabric that covers his neck and you sighed, worried.

"You're a lot warmer than usual... I think you're getting a fever."

"M'fine..." You could definitely hear that he's not fine.

You rolled your eyes, "Yea, sure. Come on then. Your kid's waiting." That seemed to give him a bit of energy, which made you smile.

When he released you, you put your hood over your head before helping him up by placing his arm around your neck again and lifted him. You haven't heard any more thugs coming by which was a relief so you started setting off again.

After a few minutes of silence between the two of you, he finally said, "Thank you..."

You felt a smile creeping up, "Of course."

"But why would you help me...?" His voice sounded a bit shaky under that metal helmet of his. "We barely know each other."

You thought of an answer, and came up with, "That may seem so... But I didn't want the baby to lose someone like you."

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Chapter 3: Comfort under Rain

And that's the end of chapter 2. :> Hope ya like it! Reblogs, likes, even comments are always appreciated.

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that-one-anxious-mango · 1 year

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Heyyy ☺️ I love this series sooo much, it is so nice to see Austin stories that involve a black reader. Not having to edit the story in my head to make it fit me is wonderful 🥰. For your Drabble event could you do either first date or a special date that they have had? Thank you 💕 💕

20 Questions.

Summary: It’s a in-house date night with Austin and his best girl. Where you get to know them and they get to know each other!

Contents: Fluff ofc! Mentions of deceased relatives. Little angst if you squint. Slight steaminess. Austin and his best girl being the cutest.

A/N: Hi Beautiful Humans! It’s me! I hope y’all of you are having a wonderful time. Just wanted to go ahead and drop this off for you guys and also give some special shout-outs to:

@pennyroyalcreep for not only this lovely prompt, but also for your continued love and support with my work. ❤️

@purejasmine one of the sweetest people I know and a absolutely amazing writer. Thanks for always supporting and creating.

I also wanna thank @adoreyouusugar , @denised916, and @homebodybirkin2003 whose comments never cease to make me smile.

And to everyone else who I may have missed. THANK YOU. I truly appreciate it.

Moving on I am also officially starting a tag list. As I plan to upload some things this week. So if you’d like to be added please leave a :) in the comments.

Thank you all!

P.S Everyone feel free to PLEASE comment and reblog. Also send me letters with idea and prompts. Love hearing from you all. Much love! * hugs*

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Today was Friday.

Which also meant it was date night.

And with it being quite gloomy outside for the usual LA weather the two of you had decided that it'd be the perfect day to have a in-house date night. You insisted that tonight you would to try and cook for your man a simple meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup.

A skeptical but supportive Austin would go on to happily watch you not only blacken all attempts at the grilled cheese, but also burn the poor tomato soup that you forgot to add enough water to.

And once the tears started rolling, in real Austin fashion he'd wrapped you in a blanket and placed you on the couch promising to return. After cleaning up your food fail he pulled out all the ingredients he needed and made a hell of a good pan of pasta.

After some feeding, cuddling, finger fucking , and napping. The two of you had decided that a more PG-13 activity was in order. With that you suggested a game that you'd been wanting to play with Austin for a while. Let's get deep: 20 question edition.

" Okay. Here we go, number one." You listened to Austin while you giggled staring down at the stacks of cards in front of you and then back up at Austin, who looked on in amusement. " What movie was so sad that you would never watch it again? " He asked.

" Mmmm." You thought for a minute, there were plenty but really you could only narrow it down to two, " I think I would definitely have to say either Dumbo or Fruitvale Station. I can't choose. You can only watch both once." You affirmed.

" Watching Dumbo is a traumatizing experience that no child of any age should be subjected to at all. Like just the first thirty minutes was enough for me to need a lifelong therapist. And as far as Fruitvale Station goes...I feel that the content overview speaks for itself. It's a beautiful movie, but I could barely make it through til the end." You explained.

Austin nodded, " I seen Dumbo a long time ago when I was little and all I remember is this very strong urge to go hug my mom after watching. " He said making you smile, " But I haven't seen Fruitvale Station. No particular reason why, it's just never happened."

" Understandable." You nodded reaching to grab another card off one of the piles.

" My turn. Two. What's the weirdest thing you find attractive in a person?" You moved your eyes to look at him in curiosity.

Almost immediately he said, " People who floss."

Amused in question you went, " Really? Why? "

" Yeah. I don't know. But in a weird way to me. It shows that you care about yourself. Like babe, do you know how many people don't floss. Ever." He explained.

And the more you thought about it, he was right. Gross.

But lucky for you, you didn't have that problem seeing as your upbringing had made you a bit of a dental freak. So you hit all the points in that department.

" Yeah. I guess I see your point. " You said just as a thought passed in your mind, " So, do you find it attractive when I floss." You goofed biting a bit of your upper lip.

Laughing at you he leaned over to plant a hardy peck to your lips, pulling away to say, " Makes my dick jump every time, sweetheart." He half whispered sending the two of you into a short fit of laughter.

" Alright alright alright. Next. Three. " He moved to pick up a card, " Describe our relationship in three words." He asked.

Even though you had to think a bit, it didn't take you long before you had your three words, " Meaningful.....Honest.... Adaptive. " You answered.

Eyes glimmering in happiness and satisfaction Austin questioned, " I know these are suppose to be short but, care to elaborate please."

" Well, I feel it's meaningful because literally almost everything we do has some type of meaning behind it. Like when you got me the fern. Or when I gave you the blanket. There's always some type of love behind everything. Plus you mean so much to me and in-turn I mean so much to you, which I guess in general terms makes us meaningful..right?" You giggled trying your best to explain your thoughts in the best way you could.

But Austin understood what you meant, he felt his heart swelling bigger and bigger by the moment, " I see. So what about honest?"

" I feel our relationship is also built around honesty. I know I've told you this before but throughout my life I've encountered a great deal of liars and that's something that I really didn't wanna come into my adult life with. Unavoidable I know. And especially in a relationship. " You began, " But with you, from the day that we sat down, listening to you be so open and honest with me when at the time I was just a complete stranger to you. It made me feel something. And from then on I've never ever had to second guess anything or feel like your keeping things from me. It's refreshing and I value that." You explained.

Austin listened intently thinking back to the first hours the two of you had spent together talking after he'd finished reading you the book. Hearing you talk about how surprised you were hearing Austin talk the way he did shocked him a bit. He hadn't really ever realized just how personal the two of you had gotten in that short amount of time. But to him now, that was just proof that this was something special from the start.

" And finally I think we're adaptive because whether it be your schedule or mine that keeps up from doing traditional couples stuff. We make it work. We adapt to whatever challenge we face together. And that's important." You finished offering a smile.

Austin return your feeling of content displaying a smile of his own. He was so happy to be with you. And to be building the kind of relationship where it's foundations were things like these. Things that would help the two of you last, because all in all. That was goal.

" I think all of that is really accurate and beautiful, mama. I love you." He said reaching for your hand to bring it to his lips and press a gentle kiss to it.

" I love you, Aus." You returned reaching that same hand to palm his cheek.

The two of you continued your little moment before moving forward.

" Number four. Name something that you wish you could do but can't." You asked.

Teasing Austin said, " Gain the ability to say no to you."

You rolled your eyes playfully. " Be serious, Austin."

Laughing some more he says, " I am being serious, woman. You have no idea the power you hold over me. It's like you just know all you have to do is bat those pretty lashes at me and say please, to turn me into a sucker." He informed.

Your smile widen, " Really? "

Austin nodded leaning back against the couch, " Awe don't be coy. Really, mama."

You sounded a ' Hmmph '.

" Well I'll just have to keep that in mind then, huh?" You said shooting him a glance.

Smirking he replied, " Don't go getting too many good ideas."

" I won't."

With that he leaned up to send a squeeze to your thigh before reaching and grabbing another card.

" Mm. This is a good one." Austin's lips twitched up into a smirk while he shot you a look.

" Oh god." You laughed rolling your eyes, " Dare I ask? "

" Yes, please dare." He wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed, " Go ahead then."

" Five, If there's a particular part of you I should touch to get you in the mood. Where would it be?" He questioned.

Playfully humming while placing your pointer finger to the corner of your lips, the curiosity of wanting to know where he thought it was himself popped in," Before I answer where do you think it is, Mr. Butler?"

" Well, honey." He sighed leaning back against the couch," Based on months of bountiful research and exhausting observations. I'd have to say it'd be your neck."

Dammit.

He was right. You loved when he touched your neck. It always left you breathless in more ways than one.

" You sure, " You challenged figuring to keep your cool," Because if I recall your always touching my thighs."

And it was true. If the two of you were laying down to read or watch a movie Austin either had to have his head rested in your lap or hands stuffed between the crevices of your thighs. In the car, Austin only drove with his left hand because his right was specially reserved for your thigh. Whenever your being a little bratty or you say something about yourself that Austin isn't fond of, you better believe he is going to send a good little pinch to your thigh before kissing the spot all better.

" That's because their my particular part of you that gets me in the mood." He informed looking at you while gliding a singular finger up your thigh to the hemline of the shorts you wore. Still never dropping eye contact he continued, " But I know it's your neck because whenever we make love and I run my hand across your neck or decide to take a good little grip on it. That my love, is when you come for me the hardest." He finished.

By now that same finger had turned into a full hand that had found it's way up to get a nice gentle but firm hold on your neck. He softly used it to pull you to him and place a nice sloppy kiss to your lips making a moan release from your throat.

Pulling back he let go with a smug grin on his face to your annoyed but disheveled expression before motioning for you to draw a card while you tried to collect yourself.

Once you had settled the waves below, you a bit shakily grab the next card, clearing your throat, " Okay. Six. What is one activity that makes you feel alive?"

Without a doubt Austin knew his answer, " Easy. Horseback riding. Nothing like making that bond with a horse, the trust you build with them is pure. And then being out and open with nature. Clearing your mind and body. It's refreshing." He explained. " I think that's why filming The Shannara Chronicles was one of my favorite projects so far." He furthered grabbing a sip of the Yerbamate on the table.

" Yep and I'll have to take your word for it, babe." You quickly chirped making Austin sigh.

Ever since you and Austin had stumbled on the topic of horseback riding one day and you had revealed to him that while you thought horses were absolutely majestic and beautiful from a distance, under no circumstances would you ever consider getting on one. Period. And to him this was a great injustice...almost as big as when you told him you didn't like PB & J's.

You shuddered at the thought.

" Baby for the thousandth time. I'm telling you it's not as scary as you think it is. And you won't know until you try it. That thing with the girl was just a freak accident. That's a exception." Austin tried to argue but still you just shook your head unphased. You knew what you'd witnessed all those years back and you were good.

" Austin." You started, " The poor girl broke her back and part of her collarbone after one of them threw her off and fell on her. I seen it happen. It's like he WWE smushed her ass on the ground." You recalled watching a friend of a friend in high-school's scary interaction with the creature. It was terrifying. " Plus I'm pretty sure that she wasn't exactly ever the same in the membrane after that either." You added thinking about some of the antics the girl had gotten into post injury.

Austin blew out a breath, " Honey, while I think the situation is terrible. I'm pretty sure there was other factors that went into the happening. But I'm telling you that it's not normally like that. You just have to trust yourself and the horse."

Hearing him you still you were unchanged and really wanting to chance the topic so you came up with the compromise, " Okay okay okay. I hear you, Aus. And I'll think about it some more okay." You suggested shooting him a look to send the message that you were ready to move on.

Taking the hint he settled for what you were giving with a somber smile and moved to pick up another card, " So the next one is a little heavier, if that's alright?" Austin questioned staring down at the card.

Feeling like you could fully trust him you nodded, " Go head, babe." You prompted preparing yourself.

" Seven, in your opinion which is worse. Emotional or physical cheating? " He asked looking directly into your eye line.

" Oh." You spoke. It wasn't like you couldn't answer or that this wasn't something the two of you hadn't discussed. It was just a bit of a uncomfortable topic was all.

" Well being honest..." You trailed looking over to his face that was locked in on yours.

" Yeah." Austin encouraged.

Taking a second to collect your thoughts you began, " Like I said before, cheating no matter what is a deal breaker for me. But, being honest I think their equally as bad in opinion. I know anyone can argue it anyway. But the way I see it is that it takes something emotional in the first place to drive someone to cheat physically. I feel like if we're in a exclusive relationship where we're trusting and committing our bodies to only each other and you go and share that part of you with someone else it's a betrayal. And same thing with emotional. If we're in a relationship and I'm giving my all to let you know that there isn't anything that you should feel like you can't come to me about, and you still go and share those parts with someone else. That's also pretty bad so..." You finished looking him directly in eye.

Austin nodded taking in what you were saying completely. This wasn't his first time hearing you express your expectations when it came to this type of dishonesty, but it was good to hear again all the same, " I hundred precent agree with everything you've said. And vice versa over here. I think our communication is good enough to where we can communicate our needs effectively to each other. But I still want you to know that we're never going to get to that point, honey. That's one of the reasons that ring is on your finger. It's a promise." Austin sincerely confessed making your heart expand.

You peaked down at the promise ring on your finger and then back at Austin.

" I know."

" Good."

" Alrighty moving on. Eight. Is applesauce suppose to be warm or cold? " You posed.

" Cold." Austin immediately responded, " That's the only right answer."

You nodded, " I whole-heartedly agree. And I'm glad to know that you aren't a nutjob. "

" Noted. Next." Austin laughed picked up a card, " Nine. What is something that you wanna like but just can't? "

You sighed in faked despair, " Saunas. I really wanted to be that girl. The insta-fit chick that has the whole sauna self care bit going. But I realized how much I really don't like being sweaty unless absolutely necessary. " You informed to a smirking Austin.

Before he could open his mouth you reiterated, " I SAID ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY."

His hands shot up in defense while he snickered, " All I was going to ask was if you wanted to get sweaty later. But seeing as that wouldn't be absolutely necessary. I guess not." He shrugged.

Smacking your teeth you grabbed a pillow to childishly toss at Austin while you tell him that getting sweaty with him will always be absolutely necessary in your book. " I'll hold you to that." He says shooting you the infamous look.

" Look forward to it. But first we have to finish this before we start something else, " You remind him picking up a new card, " Ten. Name the most fond memory you have with your moth-" You stopped mid- question instantly regretting asking, you hadn't meant to bring it up. Idiot.

Quickly you tried to shift and grab another card while shooting him a sympathetic look, " I'm sorry, babe. I- I should have read the card in my head before I read it out lo-"

But he halted your movement softly grabbing your hand, " It's okay It's alright, B-"

" No, Austin it's not I sho-"

" You should just go ahead and let me answer. I promise it's okay. Matter of fact..I want to." He said holding your eye contact to show you he was sincere until you agreed leaning back.

" I know I've said this in interviews before, but growing up not to faraway from Disney and Knotts Berry, my mom and I would go all the time. Finish all my homework earlier in the day and then drive over. We used to spend hours riding the rides or just sitting on the park benches and talking. Because I was so shy and homeschooled on top of it she was bestfriend. I could sit and talk to her about anything....God I miss her." Austin reminisced bringing a smile to his face. You could see the tears forming in his eyes and in return yours did the same.

Instinctively you reached out to him which he accepted offering you a spot on his lap.

You held onto him in silence drinking in his warmth and touch while enjoying the quiet comfort you were offering through the silent intimacy. The two of you stayed just like that for awhile. Your head against his chest listening to the melody of his heartbeat and feeling the weight of his head rested on yours. His hands ran up and down your spine gripping and rubbing.

You felt oddly harmonious with each other.

The two of you stayed like that before you let go when the brilliant idea of desert popped in your mind. Remembering that Beatrice had dropped off a royal raspberry drizzle cheesecake. You went to the kitchen coming back with two plates carrying carefully sliced pieces. You were sure this would lighten the mood.

Austin smiled taking his plate and offering you a " Thank you, baby." And a kiss to the temple.

From there you resumed your game.

" Eleven. What is the most precious or important thing you own? " Austin asked before taking the bite of cheesecake you were offering.

" Um. " You sounded setting the desert plate on the coffee table, " Well, babe. I'm gonna have to cheat a little bit." You confessed.

" Oh. How's that." Austin inquired.

" I'm gonna have to list some things." You confirmed.

Smiling Austin says, " I'll allow it."

" Good. Okay so the most precious and important things I own in no particular order is my promise ring, the blanket my mom made me, our fern, my mother's ring, and my lucky smiley hat." You listed.

" You know I love when you wear that hat." He laughed, " You always look so cute. Remember when you wore it when we went to go see the jazz band in the park. Everyone tried to steal it off of you."

" Yeah it was quite interesting. Having to fight off people with John Coltrane playing in the back."

" But anywho. Twelve, If we were role playing. What would you dress me up as? " You bite your lip waiting on his response. You were extremely curious to hear his answer.

You had to adjust yourself a little bit as you felt the gates to your 'oasis' starting to open up even more than earlier from the way he was looking at you.

" Honestly? " Austin's eyebrow raised.

" Of course. Wouldn't want it any other way." You responded.

" Well, even though it may sound cliché. In my younger years," He laughed, " The whole French maid thing intrigued me for a bit."

Your mouth twitched in a smile, " Know what. I'm not surprised. That checks out."

" What?! What's that suppose to mean? "

You laughed at his playfully offended expression while he clutched his chest, " It means that you seem like a french maid kind of man, babe. Classy. You already have this old school charm to you. So it's on-brand that you'd be into that." You elaborated.

He looked at you a second before saying a simple, " Thats fair. "

Tilting his head at you he continued, " So, if a little french maid outfit just happened to appear in your size around here somewhere. And I called to say my office may need some dusting...would you be willing to oblige." He suggested leaning over and biting at his lip.

You leaned in and said, " Oui."

He groaned and blushed a bit in response moving to grab another card only to laugh when he read it, "Right on topic. Thirteen. How many children do you want someday? "

" Um...uh..well it really depends. When I was younger I always wanted to be like cheaper by the dozen or the mine, yours, and ours family. " You giggled thinking about how you wanted a brood of children to homeschool, make three meals a day for, and be driven absolutely crazy by. But as you got older and life took it's fuzzy fun filter off and you began seeing the true colors of the world, that life started to seem less and less ideal.

You caught Austin's face which was mixed with curiosity and glee. Even though you guys had had some conversations here and there that involved kids he'd never heard this from you before. He was intrigued, "Seriously you wanted twelve kids. You with twelve kids?" He repeated for emphasis.

You laughed, " Yeah. Believe it or not. I like kids and I love my nieces and nephews even though I don't get to see them as much as I'd like. So, in a perfect fantasy world. But being realistic though. I think I would like two or four. I wanna have enough but not too many to where I won't have the energy or the time to give them all as much equal time and attention." You explained.

" I get that. And I like that it's even numbers. So no one will ever be left out of games and they'll be able to pair up when we go out to fairs or do activities." He added with a gleam in his eye.

Austin couldn't lie and say that hadn't thought of what life would be like settling down with you and hearing little footsteps roam the halls. Some could say it was too soon to be thinking about things like that, but he couldn't help. You made him want a future with you.

And vice versa.

" Exactly. Don't want anyone getting lonely." You agreed trying to play off the blush that had captured your face. You pulled a card, " Fourteen. What's your favorite thing about me?" You asked.

" There's so many different things, honey." Austin sighed trying to rack his brain to be able to just pick one thing, and then he said it, " Your unflinching ability to be kind to everyone."

Your twisted up your face, " Really, you think so? "

It wasn't like you were saying that you thought you were mean. I mean sure you did your best to try and be nice and kind to everyone you came across, but you weren't the type to just stick that label to yourself.

" YES REALLY. " Austin emphasized, " You'd literally give anyone the clothes off your back and shoes off your feet. You never cease to amaze me with the grace you have with people even when they don't deserve it. Especially in that situation with the Paps the other week. I know it took a lot not to respond to the name calling and picking but you just kept going and even told the man to have ' a blessed day'." Austin recalled the icky interaction you'd had with paparazzi while out with some friends.

Shaking your head you waved him off, " I just do what I was raised to do. It's a natural thing. Can't sweat that." You said.

And that's exactly what I want you to teach our children. Austin thought.

" Yeah, babe. I know. But it still adds to your amazingness. " He concluded picking a card, " Alright. Fifteen. Where is somewhere you've always wanted to go, but never been? "

Your answer was almost instant, " Italy."

Austin blinked fast smiling, " That was fast."

You shyly grinned, " Yeah I know. I didn't mean to say it that fast but that's my number one. I've just always been fascinated by the food and culture. And I really feel like I wanna go and immerse myself in it. Ya' know experience it for myself." You told him of your dream.

It was true too. You could see yourself having authentic pasta and taking walks along the rivers. Finally trying pure gelato. Visiting different museums and taking rides on the gondola. It might sound like cliché tourist behavior but you wanted it all.

Austin was taking note of how you lit up while talking about the idea of visiting and decided to slip that note into his pocket for later.

Once you'd finished your mini ranting you picked a card, " Sixteen. Name something that you're weirdly good at? "

Austin noodled on the question. Then you watched him grab one of the unused napkins as he started to twist and pinch it in his hands.

Curious you asked, " What're you doing, my sweet baboo? "

Feeling fuzzy at the name he responded, " You'll see. Just wait a second, honey."

So waited and watched him. You found it cute how concentrated he looked.

And before you knew it. He was handing you a beautifully crafted rose napkin.

" Awe Austin." You gushed. " It's so cute. How'd you learn to do that? "

" Ah'. It's just something I randomly picked up once. But I think I've gotten pretty good at it over the years." He said.

" I hope you know I'm going to force you to do this with all our napkins now, right." You teased.

" That's fine. Anything for you, mama." He moved closer to you now wrapping a arm around you.

You didn't know why but him saying that, had made something jump in you. Something hot.

And the closer he got, the more you looked at his face. And the more you looked at his face, the more you wanted to sit on it.

Not being able to help yourself you managed to move in and capture your his lips with yours. They were always so soft.

After a minute almost reluctantly he pulled back catching apart of his breath, " Woah, Mama. Wait a minute. As much as I'd love to keep going. Don't you still wanna finish the game first? " He asked cupping your face with a hand.

"Nope." You popped the P, " Not really." You spoke before pulling him back in. He groaned in your mouth at the added friction you brought by started to grind slowly into his lap.

Still once more he found the strength to move away, " You sure?"

You nodded, but just then a funny little tease came to mind, " Know what. Actually, I do have one last question honey." You said running your against his cheek.

" Go for it, darling."

" Final question. What's your favorite sex position." You questioned positioning yourself up some more. You could see the fire dancing in his eyes and from the way he licked his lips you were sure there were fiery thoughts that accompanied them.

He sighed biting his bottom lip, " Well. If you must know. As old fashion as it may sound. I'd have to say missionary." Taking a squeeze of your ass.

" Why? " You coyly asked.

" Because I like to be able to look you directly in the eye when I make you come over and over again. The faces you make, always looks like art. Care to be my muse? " He asked taking his hand away from your face to move it along down to your throat.

And with that all you could do was nod before you found yourself on your back, on the couch looking a pretty man in the eye while he gave you pretty amazing orgasms.

#austin butler x black! reader #austin butler #dayofourloves #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfic #mangoasks #mango answers #austin butler x black reader

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phantom-of-the-501st · 1 year

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Episode 6 Thoughts

(Spoilers for TBB Season 2)

I loved this episode!!! A nice combination of fun and action with some emotional elements as well. I had a great time with it!

So of course, here are my bullet point thoughts.

Echo being put on babysitting duty and promptly losing Omega. She wanders off so often. 🤣

Love how Tech is insulted that they don't trust his forgery skills. How dare you question his ability to do illegal activities.

When I saw those droids electrocuting Gungi I was ready to throw hands. 😤

I love Gungi's character design. He's definitely grown up a bit and I love the pauldron and the wrap as a belt.

Tech automatically assuming that the blaster fire was caused by Omega. 🤣

He wasn't wrong though!

Is this the first time we've seen both Tech and Echo piloting the Marauder this season? It feels weird that we've gone so long without seeing those two in the cockpit.

Gungi looked so sad! I can't deal with this. 😭

HUNTER CAN SPEAK WOOKIE???

I wanna give Gungi a hug so bad. 🥺

Echo actually got some dialogue this episode. Love to see it. 🥰

Kashyyyk looks awesome!

I love how they lean into the fact that Gungi was really young when he went to the Jedi temple, so he isn't familiar with his home planet. He knows that these are his people, but he's still a little unsure.

Lots of webs!

Fun fact about me, I actually hate spider webs more than I hate actual spiders, so I would not be having a fun time. 😬

Weird spider things look very similar to the ice spiders! Nice bit of convergent evolution there. 😊 (And yes, my zoologist brain thinks about these things when watching TBB apparently...)

So. Much. Gungi. Looking. Sad. 😭

OUCH 😭

When I saw the wookie pelt on that trandoshan, I got so angry. 😤

Stop burning his home, you hissy bastards!

Character designs in this episode are great! ✨️

Soundtrack is also amazing, as always.

We only see brief glimpses of them, but I love how we get an insight into the traditions and beliefs of the wookies. I love that touch.

Laser sword

Echo's face the first time he was offered the soup. 🤣

Speaking to the trees!!!

When I heard the line "we'll take all the allies we can get" in the trailer, I did not think they would be talking about trees but here we are.

Weird giant monkey things are awesome!

I don't want to think about what those spider things did to Venomor. 😖

It was probably not fun.

WRECKER SPEAKING WOOKIE

Also, Echo's little cheers with the bowl was adorable. 🥰 Character development right there! 🤣

It's interesting that they talk about the fact that neither Omega nor Gungi can ever truly be children in a world like this. Especially since last episode was a chance for Omega to actually get to act like a kid for once. Last episode was very much a look into what her life should be, while this one is more of a look into what her life really is like.

Omega joining Gungi in listening to the trees. I adore her desire to understand people and their traditions, even if it is just child-like curiosity.

And I love seeing Gungi partaking in the tribe's tradition as well. He's unsure of what he's doing but he understands that it's his culture and he wants to be a part of it. 🥺

This episode is very interesting in the fact that it shows not only the repercussions of the rise of the Empire, but also how the lives of younglings was changed when they were subscribed to the Jedi.

They never really got a chance to grow up understanding their own personal culture and heritage, and that's not necessarily something we always think about.

To summarise this slight messy bullet list, I loved this episode!

Seeing not only the effect that Order 66 had on Gungi, but also his struggle to return to a place that he doesn't truly know because all he ever really remembers is life at the Jedi Temple. Seeing him fit back into the tribe is really sweet to see.

Hunter and Echo are once again the tired parents this episode. 🤣 But it was nice to see Echo being a little more vocal again, and Hunter putting his hand on Echo's shoulder as a supportive thing was nice. They don't alway see eye to eye, but at the end of the day, they are still brothers.

Actually, everyone felt like they had a place in the episode so I'm very happy about that. It's great to have an episode that feels like it's about the Batch again.

It was a solid episode and I really enjoyed it!

Even more exciting is that we get 2 episodes next week!!! 🥳 But it also means we'll be halfway through this season already. 🥲

#the bad batch season 2 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #star wars #omega #echo #tech #wrecker #hunter #gungi

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lizadale · 6 months

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MISS! I Cast *Fluff Attack* as retaliation to your tripple angst attack. You got me to 2/21 hp like damn. /j

Fr though, poor sad clown, i hope he dies stuck in a glue trap.

So. I got the motivation to write for the Polterpup speaks fic C:

{“This is what you ate?”

“Yes.” Luigi Picked up the can that were still on the floor, a tripping hazard Dimentio said when he saw it, then he went to a free counter and opened it “Not a single drop left, that’s impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“We could see the other’s of the same brand?” Luigi asked

“Yeah but it could’ve been just this one can too.”

“True but if we don’t want a talking we best not rule out any possibility” “It could just pass too.” Luigi said, moving back to the shelf.

“It keeps sassing me, I’m not tanking any chances.” Dimentio hissed

“If you say so.”

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"Good Morning!" They greeted Mario on the gardens, everything is dormant and it's beautiful. He widened his eyes but he knelt to pet them.

"Hello Doggy!"

"How are you? did you have breakfast? I didn't. You still have the best jerky treats?"

After they showed Luigi where they eat the most delicious treat. Dimentio was still very confused and asked for them to stay away from the kitchens for the time being. "Who knows what will happen if you eat anything else you shouldn't?" He argued when the pup asked about the scraps.

"Sure do, " He said reaching for his pocket, he barely pulled the package out of it when Luigi jumped down from somewhere screaming "No, Bro Wait!!" then there was Dimentio's jingle.

"Huh?" Mario stopped midway through opening it, they could sniff it's tastiness too…

"As you can hear, Polterpup can talk now." Dimentio told.

"Yes and…?"

"Apparently, it's because they ate something weird," Luigi continues for him. "And I'm afraid of what will happen if something else mix to it."

"Like the children's book series?"

"i guess?" "the what now?" Luigi and Dimentio said at the same time. They looked at each other and Dimentio gestured for him to continue.

"I don't know if it was a abc soup it ate, but something like it definitely happened"

"Can you tell me the title of the book for later research?"

"Dio, do you even read children books?"

"It became relevant."

"I mean if you want it, but there's nothing-"

"Are they always like that?" Mario said with amusement in his voice.

"Most of the time, they stopped doing it for important things now though, that's how they say "i love you" i think." The puppy says while watching, they see Mario placing a hand on his chin as to contemplate their thoughts.

"You are very smart", he says after a minute.

"Yes! I'm a smart puppy!" They say. "Smart puppy gets treats?" they do their best pleading eyes

"No." Both Luigi and Dimentio stop their thing to say it to them.

"Aw…"

Mario gets down to their level and ask "Hey Puppy can you do me a favor?"

"I can!" Maybe helpful pups gets treats? that they don’t say out loud, hopefully.

"Go to the Peach and ask her to come to the garden"

"Okay!" They say and rush towards the castle, then they stop and go back "Wait, who's the Peach?"

Mario tilts his head "You don't know?"

"No, I've heard of her before but i don't know anybody named Peach "

"But weren't you playing with her and Toadette yesterday? The girl with the crown?"

"The Princess? She got two names?" they said with an air of wonder.

"Yeah, people call her Princess Peach most of the time"

"So those koopas weren't talking about The Princess and Peach yesterday?"

"The castle guard?"

"No. they were outside trying to get in but not by the doors. Dimentio told I couldn't scare the toads, so i scared them instead until you called me to play." They tell "I had to bite the big one to scare him though. but I won't tell anyone because good pups aren't supposed to bite."

"Bro, you'll stay until the weekend, right?" Mario turns to Luigi with a hopefull look.

"Sorry, I've already thawed tomorrow's roast." Luigi said "Also it's Dio's choosing how we're spending this holiday you know he gets fussy around parties."

"Dump him."

"Is everyone in this castle out to ruin my patience" Dimentio grumbles "I'm right here!" Luigi makes the funny holding in laughter face before dragging him out by his forearm “You are not going to like the day I lose it, I swear.” He Says when he’s almost out of earshot.}

Don't worry Puppy nobody knows you bit the Big Koopa ;)

i had to stop here because i couldn't stop snickering, i almost woke up my nephew twice, hope you're having a good day ^-^

(formated the pc and lost the little guy T-T)

JFISDLK "Dump him." i mean it's a sound solution...

also there's something very in-character about Mario encountering a talking dog and just shrugging. it is the mushroom kingdom after all

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top five tertiary characters from amc's the terror

WARNING: we're about to enter my mind palace aka The Terror That Exists In My Head bc some of these guys get like. 3 lines tops so a lot of my thoughts on them are informed by fics and whatnot but here it goes

1. Charles Des Voeux: my namesake, my sewer gremlin, my beloved. he doesn't get a whole lot of screen time but when he does it is DAMNING. he's bitchy, he's racist, he's weird he's a weirdo he doesn't fit in have you ever seen him without his stupid hat on. the dezza that exists in my head is indeed a very weird guy whose mind astounds me; he thinks he's doing a very good job at coming off as Normal but he is NOT everybody knows he's weird and they're either kind of scared or think he's pathetic. extremely classist (son of a baronet, after all) but also he was shipped off to the navy bc his own family found him a little unsettling so he resents them too. of course he also has a psychosexual fixation on Dr. Stanley and the stuff he is into sex-wise more generally would probably freak an average 21st century person out so you can imagine how his 19th century peers saw him.

2. Tommy Armitage: my darling tortured boy. i am SO fascinated by hickey's assessment of him just before carnivale (while he is delusional in many aspects he is great at reading people imo); why is he so fixated on the marines, why does he "long for it" in hickey's words? does he feel degraded by his work as a steward, essentially a servant? does he feel like he's a coward and wearing that red coat would give him courage, would mean that he's amounted to something in his life? he also feeds Heather at carnivale and I think that speaks volumes to the extent that tozer probably trusted him. his devotion to Sol- AND IT IS THERE IN CANON IMO, YOU HAVE TO LOOK FOR IT A LITTLE BIT BUT IT IS THERE- is also so interesting to me. He followed that man into mutiny, into ruin, saw him become a shadow of himself but continued to love him.

3. Henry Le Vesconte: yeah, I'm gonna call him tertiary. he doesn't have a lot of lines or screentime; I think he tends to be more prominent in fics due to his station as lieutenant (and bc from episode 3 onwards he was the only surviving lieutenant of erebus) and also because HE IS A CHARACTER WITH POTENTIAL. dandy-ish and charming, with just a touch of the rake. to see him broken and desperate and ultimately mutinous, abandoning crozier to the mutineers and the ill to their fate in a desperate attempt to prolong their survival when he started off sooooo different is very intriguing to me. also post-abandoning-captain-quiet-mutiny-starvation-march nedconte makes me feral.

4. William Pilkington: he went down but he went down swinging (he's the one who dies with a wilhelm scream). did you know he interacts with Armitage at least 3 times in the show??? considering how little time they get this is HUGE trust me #tommypilks is real. I see him as a guy who was probably pretty convivial and fun to be around before... everything that went down, maybe even a little cocky but in an endearing kind of way. to see the desperation in his face as him and Tommy try to talk tozer into going back to the ships and as they face tuunbaq for the final time and thinking about what he used to be.... Jesus Christ. There's also this image:

which I think about every day. "he has that sadness in his eyes" etc. and his expression as crozier is brought to mutineer camp. also interesting!!!!

5. Edmund Hoar: considering that he has like. 2 lines I think about him a lot. The fact that he rose to the post of captain's steward in his early 20s is really impressive imo but what really made me go "hey WHO is this guy" was the carnivale soup moment:

that's him on the left, Samuel Crispe from Terror on the right. like wait a minute what is going on here. a steward kind of has to maintain a level of "propriety" and "respectability" bc they work closely with command but fuck it- its carnivale, our id is showing, and hoar's id told him to get into the soup with this other guy nearly naked. two bros chilling in a big pot less than 5 feet apart cuz they are gay. also in my mind he's like the bratty teenage daughter to bridgens' impossibly patient dad and that dynamic is very dear to me.

bonus: my "canon OCs" (people that existed historically but were not mentioned in the show) William Elphinstone Malcolm (jirv's best friend who in my show!version is in love with him and jirv is also in love with him but won't admit it) and Eleanor Franklin (Franklin's daughter by his first wife who in my show!version is essentially "what if cornelius hickey was a Poor Little Rich Girl lesbian")

#answered

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Chapter 3: Am I Going Crazy….?

So, apparently, I’m crazy or something, because Grogu doesn’t speak yet. And then I really think I’m losing it because when I’m close to him, I swear I see just little flashes of his thoughts. I’m not saying anything to anyone about that though! I don’t need any more third-degree stares. It’s happened in the past before, though, just not this intense.

We walked into the kitchen, which is too small for 2 of us to sit in, let alone 3 plus a baby. Nonetheless, we squish around the table. I brought out 4 small bowls of soup and some bread. I hand everyone theirs and sit. We all started eating and then I realized Mando wasn’t. So, I stopped, looked at him and asked if he was hungry. “No, he can’t remove his helmet in front of people.” My mom states. She continues to eat, not looking up. I look over at him.

“That sucks. So, do you just wait until we’re all done, or leave and eat by yourself?” I asked him. I stopped eating at this point, feeling a little sorry for the guy. Man, that really does suck, I thought.

“It depends.” He answers. I sat there waiting for further explanation, realizing, nope, that’s it. So, I pressed on. This is fascinating and I always had a knack for getting information out of people.

“It depends on what? Who you’re with, when, where?” I asked.

“Yes.” He answers.

“I mean, you do actually eat, right? You’re not a droid or something? You eat, drink, go to the bathroom?” Mom starts laughing as Mando looks back at me.

“Yes.” He states. Ugh, seriously. Take a joke. He clearly has a decent sense of humor if he’s been able to tolerate mom.

“Ok, ok. Sorry. I don’t mean to tease you.” Yes, I do. “It’s just very interesting is all. So, you do remove your helmet to eat, wash and stuff, just no one can be around. AND before you say yes,” I cut him off, “has Grogu ever seen your face?”

“Yes, and he has. Just before he went away for….” Long pause here, “training, I showed him my face. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see him again.” Sadness rang through his monotone voice. “Now that we are a family, since I adopted him, I can remove my helmet around him.”

“Man, there’s a lot of rules being a Mandalorian!” I said.

He replied, “This is the way.”

After the three of us were done eating, I cleaned up, wiped Grogu down and showed Mando where his room was going to be. It was tight. A standard bed, a small cot and a little table were all that fits in it really, but it’s a place to sleep. I didn’t think he’d mind either way. “I’ll go get some blankets for the bed.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind.”

“Not really.” I shot back as I walked away. I grabbed some stuff and went back and started making the bed up. “Let me know if you need anything else. When you’re done eating, we’ll be in the sitting room.”

He nodded and said, “Thank you.”

I walked out and closed the door. Mom was sitting on the ground with Grogu, and they were rolling a little ball back and forth. They were both giggling. It warmed my heart to hear this. I sat down on the ground next to her. Kids are funny. They would stress you out one minute and become the most relaxing thing in the world the next. “Can I have the ball?” I asked.

Grogu looked up, and grabbed his little, metal ball. He reached his hand out to give it to me and then pulled it back instantly. He was laughing at me, making strange sounds like blowing raspberries.

“Oh, that’s funny, huh?” I asked him. He reached out again and took it away just as fast. I got on my knees and crawled over to him with my head low to the floor. I had a huge grin on my face. “Can I please have the ball?” I asked him, about 5 inches from his face. He blew a raspberry right in my face! Oh, it’s on! I grabbed him and blew onto his neck and belly, making him squirm and squeal loudly. I heard a loud sound as the door flew open from Mando’s room.

“Is everything ok? I heard a scream!” he asked. He looked down at Grogu as I was holding him.

“I’m just torturing the little guy is all.” I looked back at Grogu. “He started it!” Grogu blew another raspberry in my face, so I did it back to him all over. He was losing it. I finally put him back down. He waddled away from me as fast as he could, right into mom’s arms.

“Was Suri tickling you? It’s ok. I’ll protect you,” she said rocking him as he cooed at her. I looked back up at Mando who finally looked calm.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut your meal short. You can go back and finish. We were just playing.”

“I finished eating.” He said standing there like he didn’t know what to do next.

“Have a seat. We do have a chair over there, but I like the floor better.” Patting the floor as I said that.

“The floor is fine,” he said as he sat down across from me. He seemed so uncomfortable, like he was unsure of how to be in a social setting. I leaned my back against the wall and stretched my legs out, raising my arms, up, stretching and yawning at the same time. I think he relaxed once he saw me do this, because he leaned back and straightened his legs out too. Mom put Grogu down and he wobbled over to Mando. “Hey kid.” He said looking down at him, as Grogu climbed on his lap. “You ready for bed?” And just as quick as he asked that, Grogu’s eyes lowered heavily, and he was sleeping in his lap.

I was such a cute scene. Things aren’t usually cute in my mind, but for some reason, this was. Here was brutal, forceful, deadly man holding this tiny little critter. I just couldn’t get over it. “Good night, sleep well,” I whispered.

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Deal

Oh. I stared into the sack, mouth agape. I was holding in my hands more currency than I’d ever possessed at one time.

I looked into the shiny glinting metal in the bag and decided that this was a new beginning. A vacation maybe. And I could go anywhere I wanted. The ancient forests of Endor? Maybe the bustling casinos of Canto Bight?

That all did sound intriguing, but I knew where I needed to go.

“Fexin. I want to go to Fexin, please.”

He typed in the coordinates and we shot into hyperspace.

The whole time he didn’t speak a word.

——

Bursting through the humid atmosphere, the watery surface of Fexin materialized into view. We landed on a dock built for ship parking. I could see the small sea town out the windows of the cockpit and my heart skipped a beat.

The Mandalorian hadn’t moved a muscle. I guessed it was my cue. It all felt weirdly unceremonious considering what we’d just been through.

“Uh. Thanks, Mando.”

I admit, I was a little miffed he didn’t even say goodbye. But like I said - nav droid.

Some weird part of me was sad I wouldn’t be around to study his quirks anymore.

But that was it. I climbed down the ladder and opened the hull, sea air flooding the cabin.

I stepped off the Razor Crest and inhaled a deep breath. New beginning. I liked the sound of that.

I stepped forward when-

“Wait!”

Turning, I saw the Mandalorian rushing down the hull’s ramp towards me. Did I forget something? Did he?

“The wiring. You know how to maintain a Crest?” He was still hung up on that wiring job?

“Yeah. My dad worked on vintage ships. Taught me how to upkeep them. You know, so they can still fly.”

He huffed out a laugh and my eyes widened. I couldn’t resist not basking in the moment a little.

“Did I just make a Mandalorian laugh? Holy Maker, call the authorities to mark it as a holiday.”

He sighed. “I-...you fight good.”

It was my turn to laugh. He didn’t speak a word to me on the way here, so what was this about?

The Mandalorian tilted his head down and squared his face to mine. “I could use a co-pilot to care for the ship, help me out on trickier bounties like Xila.”

I didn’t have a response to that. My mouth dropped into a little “O”. “I’d pay you commission.”

Holy shit, I’d just gotten offered a job to be a bounty hunter. A bounty hunter! Truly the galaxy was turning upside down. I broke away from his gaze and stared out into the Fexin Sea, not knowing what to do.

Well, I could do the one thing I came here to do first.

“I came here with my parents when I was thirteen. It was the first time I went off world, for my birthday,” I told him. “And when we came here, I’d say maybe a ten minute walk or so that way, there was this restaurant that had the best chowder I’d ever eaten. I think about that chowder.”

The Mandalorian looked at me, and even through the beskar I could feel his bewilderment. “You wanted to come here...for soup?” “Yes. So the least you could do is buy me dinner while we talk this over.”

——

It tasted just like I remembered and it was all I could do so my eyes did not roll back in my head from the enjoyment. The Mandalorian sat across from me in the bustling restaurant. A kindly waitress stopped coming by after he refused anything to eat twice. In the small tourist town he looked jarringly out of place, all shiny and stiff in a quaint little cafe. I forgot about the helmet and felt a little bad that he couldn’t partake, but I was also enjoying his blatant discomfort a little more than I should have.

“I don’t know how you deal with ration packs when you’re able to fly to places like this,” I said, finishing my bowl. He huffed in response.

“So,” I continued, “you want me to be your co-pilot. And you’d pay me.”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

He gave me an estimate based on a month’s hunt. It made my bartending salary look like chump change.

“Where would I live?”

“On the Crest.”

“With you?”

“Yes, with me.” I could sense some annoyance creeping into his voice, but I wanted to get all the facts straight.

“Okay, okay. And I would essentially be your mechanic?”

“And help out with some bounties. Not the easy ones.” Well, but of course.

I nodded, tracing my finger along the wood grain in the table. The bar job was only ever a stepping stone for me. I just never knew any sort of direction beyond that. As for the actual hunting aspect, I had proved myself. Xila’s rifle with that Empire crest loomed in my mind, and I said what I was thinking before I lost the courage to. “I’ll do it, but on one condition.”

His posture perked up. “Name it.”

“You said you could tell if a job was for the New Republic or Empire remnants. We only take jobs that benefit the New Republic.” “What?” he exclaimed. I knew this wouldn’t go over well, but I held my ground.

“I won’t do anything to benefit a dead Empire. And besides, if I’m on board you’ll be able to take more jobs even if you lose some. It’s not like you’re struggling, you’re covered in beskar.”

He looked away, clenching his fist, and for a moment I realized I might have blown this. I couldn’t let that happen, not when I’d just realized I truly wanted it.

“Look around this room, Mando. I would bet anything that not one person in here was untouched by the Empire. Every person had something taken for them, whether it be their home or their freedom. Their family.” His head shot up with dangerous precision. “I’m finally in the position to do something about it. And I don’t think you’re exempt from the shit the Empire did.”

He was deadly quiet after that, just staring at me, before letting out a deep sigh.

“Fine. We try that, but if my quota suffers, we’re done.”

My shoulders slumped in relief. I reached out my hand across the table.

“Well then, Mando, I think we have a deal.”

He took my hand, his grip firm. “Yes, we do.”

——

Leaving the restaurant I had an idea.

“Hey, you go back to the ship, I’ll catch up,” I say, ducking back through the doorway. I approach the waitress Mando scared off.

“Hi there, sorry about him. He’s not used to...all of this. Do you have any containers I could get some chowder in to take with me?” ——

“I’m back!” I called, coming into the hull with chowder in hand, very pleased with myself. He was tinkering with some blaster, sitting on a cargo bin.

“One more condition,” I said to him grinning as I handed him the container. He took it, looking at it intently in his hands.

“Thank you,” he responded, soft and earnest.

Maybe this was going to turn out just fine.

We decided to stay in the Crest on Fexin for the night, planning on setting out in the morning. I sat outside as he ate, looking out at the waves reflecting the light of the moons above, and had a horrible thought.

What would my parents think? Would they be disappointed in me for taking a position as a bounty hunter?

“Why do we hide the books, momma? They’re sooo pretty. I bet other people would like to read them, too.”

“Well, baby, not everyone wants us to have them. Some people think they say too much, put bad ideas into people’s heads.”

“Bad, like what?”

“Like...kindness. Curiosity. Truth-seeking.”

“But I thought those things were good things!”

“Very good, Larkin, they are! But you see, some very bad people do not think that. And those people would not be kind if they knew we had them. These books are very old, older than you and me. And it is our job to protect them until the bad people go away.”

“But why do we protect them, momma?”

“Because, my baby, that is what we do. We do the right thing, don’t we? Now, can you keep this a secret close to your heart?”

“Yes, momma. I can be good.”

I roughly wiped away the sudden tears that snuck down my cheek, sniffing. Mando had agreed to not take any Empire jobs. Maybe I could actually put the skills I’d learned to do something good. I could be good.

I closed my eyes as the wind dried my tear stains.

“Hey.” Mando’s voice shook me out of my thoughts. “I’m going to lock up for the night. You should come in.”

I was standing in the hull when I realized I didn’t know where I’d sleep. On the floor, I guessed. I just hoped he at least had a blanket. “You’ll be sleeping in the bed,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. “Huh? No, it’s yours! I’ll find somewhere else.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion.”

He started climbing up the ladder to the cockpit, leaving me dumbfounded.

“We leave for Nevarro in the morning,” he called down, then silence. I guess I was alone for the night.

Crawling up onto the mattress, I found it was firm and there wasn’t a blanket, but my body screamed in thanks when I reclined out.

I barely had any time to think about whose bed I was in before I fell asleep.

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