#this blew up on tiktok and I’m scared

[wraith-t0wn]

I drew the bg3 cast as ponies. Apparently the only autism I got was the gay pastel pony and the gay high fantasy rpg autism and not the math and science autism I GUESS.

Oh and bonus bloodweave bc I’m obsessed with them

Will be updating with Jaheira and Minsc + alt designs for Astarion and Halsin whenever I get to them!!! :3

[bangarangdarling]

blame the “hitting on your mom as a punishment” tiktok i just saw that literally blew my brain up. established because they’re disgustingly in love and because i say so

Eddie would normally consider himself pretty immune to the roar of arguing teenagers. Chaos surrounds their little Party. They’re not a quiet bunch when all together. It’s all shoving and yelling, giggling and roughhousing. Carpet-burned battle scars from the floor of Steve’s living room.

Lord knows Eddie himself wasn’t an inside-voice kind of person. He was certainly wont to standing on coffee tables and screeching demands for the remote when it was unjustly stolen away by villainous hands.

Eddie loved these people to death, and they were a lot of fucking fun to hang out with, it’s just this...this was an unreal level of noise. A normal sleepover night turned a little too rowdy, the adolescents celebrating the start of Summer with a bang.

Steve had already asked them to keep it down four times this evening. Nothing seemed to calm them. Not requests. Not threats of being sent home. Usually their Dungeon Master threatening their characters’ souls did the trick, but no go. 

Getting teenagers to listen? A feat more impossible than defeating creatures from an alternate universe. 

Dustin and Erica were in a bitching match about the best D&D class. Lucas and Mike had been fighting over movie choices for the last half hour. Eddie’s money was on the VHS player breaking before that, the constant mishandling and shoving of tapes had the poor thing practically smoking.

Will, ever the diplomat, was trying to be an impartial party when asked his movie opinions. Which, of course, caused more yelling. 

Max and El had been the only ones being semi-quiet, but that quickly ended when they followed through on their surprise attack pillow fight, pummeling the boys senseless and causing the already unbearable volume to kick into overdrive. Eddie could practically feel Steve’s migraine building, even from where the dude had retreated to the kitchen. Dinner had been pizza. Quick. Easy. Clean. Or, it would have been if it hadn’t had been for the food fight. Steve was still in there scrubbing cheese out of his parents’ tiled backsplash. Dishes clattered in the distance when the cacophony hit its crescendo. 

It was the proverbial straw. 

“Alright, that’s it! Hey. Come on, guys. Knock it off,”

Nothing. 

“HEY!”

He maybe overdid it that time, but the absolute ear-splitting boom of a yell he let out stopped the ruckus dead. 

Silence rang for a beat.

Huh. Maybe Eddie should try out incorporating that into his music. He honestly hadn’t known he could get to that range. 

The teenagers in the room stared at him, not cowed in the slightest, but curious enough to know what the hell Eddie’s problem was. Max was the first one to quirk an eyebrow at him.  “Geez, need attention much?” 

Eddie folded his arms to show he meant business. “Steve has asked you guys to tone it down. You’re waking the fucking dead. Why don’t you guys, like, actually go be good human beings and help him clean up your mess you all made in the kitchen, huh?” 

Lucas snorted. “Yeah, okay, mom. Why don’t you go help him, you guys will probably just make out in there, anyway.” 

It was a teasing comment. Meant to jokingly rib before getting back to doing whatever the hell they wanted to do.

But, see. That just gave him an idea. 

Never let it be said Eddie couldn’t be creative with his punishments. He was a DM after all. 

“Alllllllright. New plan. Listen up or suffer, ankle biters,” 

He really didn’t appreciate the snickers that brought about when he was trying to be intimidating. Rude. 

“You going to send us to our room or something? I’m real scared,” Erica’s scathing, dry wit was unparalleled, truly. 

“Nope. Better. It’s a new rule: You little shitheads give me attitude and don’t listen, I hit on your babysitter.”

It was silent for a minute, brains audibly computing that statement and coming up ERROR. Will hesitantly spoke up. 

“Uh, Eddie, I really don’t think that’s--”

“Yeah, what the fuck?” Mike interrupted. “Why would you beating up Steve hurt us? I mean, like, I guess it would emotionally, but that’s fucked up, man.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes, still smirking wickedly as his plan solidified.  “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of hitting, young Wheeler. Though, it may yet get physical--Hey, Steve?” He called out. The sink in the kitchen shut off after a second.

“Yeah?” 

“Can you come here?” 

The kids shuffled around on the floor warily as the other man walked into the living room. The energy had obviously shifted, it was probably an odd vibe to walk in to, but Eddie cut Steve off before he could ask any questions.

“You tired?”

“Uh, no. I’m fine--”

“It’s just you just keep on runnin’ through my mind constantly. I figured you’d be exhausted, sweetheart,” Eddie purred, the words cloyingly sweet and full of exaggerated charm. 

There was a countdown, three, two, one...

A collective groan let out. A few uncomfortable laughs.  “Dude, what the hell?” 

“You guys agreed not to be gross in front of us!”

“Oh, my god, can I actually get sick from how cheesy that was?” 

Eddie had to work at keeping in character when his very first line had pulled the intended reaction. He was already reaching forward to curl an arm around Steve, pulling him in in a slow, sultry attempt at being smooth. 

“What? Can’t I be sweet on my guy? You all will understand when you’re in love one day. Right, sugar?” 

Fake gags and retching sounds, too dramatic to be real protests, but still indignant and annoyed. Eddie was pretty sure Dustin slapped a hand over his eyes.

“Uh...yes?” Steve, who had previously looked like a car accident had happened directly in front of him, was catching on to the play. He eyed the disgruntled floor-children with a growing grin and let Eddie snuggle up to him.

God, his baby was so clever. He always knew what Eddie was thinking. 

Too busy having a non-verbal conversation with Steve on how to best annoy the kids, Eddie didn’t see Mike turning his attention back to the tv. He did, however, hear him telling the others to “Just ignore them, they’ll get all gushy and leave us alone.” 

Oh, Michael, Michael. Wrong move. 

“How you doing, babygirl?” Steve flushed, deep and red and--huh. Okay. Revisiting that one in the future. “You good? You need anything? Your head hurting, sweet thing? I can kiss it better,”  Eddie ducked forward to kiss Steve’s cheek. It was chaste, a sweet little thing...that Eddie made infinitely worse by the smacking, obnoxious kissy sounds he emulated there. The chorus of groans and protests started up again. He didn’t even pull his face away to call over to them. 

“I’m sorry, is that attitude? Am I hearing more attitude?”

“Dude, Eddie, noooo!” 

“Jesus, it’s like watching your parents make out, oh my god.” 

“You guys, let’s just go already,” 

“Yeah, I’ll take washing dishes over this,” 

The grossed out teenagers whooshed past them. Grumbling and glaring--except Eleven, who smiled up at them sweetly--leaving Steve and Eddie standing in the living room, still wrapped up together. 

It was too tempting then, with the kids safely out of range, for Eddie to resist the temptation to drop his kisses a little lower down Steve’s neck. To let them get a little less chaste. Just a little.

What can he say? He’s a weak man. 

“That was evil,” Steve hummed. His shoulders dropped, though, relaxing into Eddie’s hold, the closest thing they’ve had to quiet all night settling in. 

“Hey, I accomplished two things. Got them to chill out and I get the perk of feeling you up in the middle of sleepover night. It’s a win-win.” 

A crash and a muffled argument broke out in the kitchen before Steve could respond to that. 

The audible scuffling was cut off by Eddie calling out “Your ass looks great in these jeans tonight, Harrington!” 

The fierce whispers and shushing were enough to get both of the older boys cackling loudly. 

[sturnioloshacker]

virgin no more - a vinnie hacker smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

cw: softdom!vinnie, sub!reader, praise kink, pussy eating, vanilla sex, soft sex, creampie, smut. this is an nsfw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don't, i'm not your mother

summary: you lose your virginity to your best friend vinnie

i’ve been thinking about it for so long and i feel that this time, it’s right. for years now, i’ve been a virgin. sure, i’ve had my fair share of kisses and makeout sessions in my past relationships, but i’ve never had sex with my past partners. one, i wasn’t ready and two, i’m terrified of losing it to someone i don’t trust with my heart and soul. but lately, i’ve been having thoughts about losing it to my best friend vinnie. vinnie and i have been best friends since his high school days in seattle. we both moved to la when he blew up on tiktok and now we’re both living in his new recently brought apartment.

it’s not my fault though! have you seen the man?! from his chiseled jawline to his perfectly sculpted god-like body that has been carved by the angels in heaven, he’s just simply irresistible. not only that, his personality is truly one of a kind. the sweetest, most caring human being on planet earth who wears his heart on his sleeve. the only problem is, he’s my best friend and i’m scared that he may not feel the same way that i feel about him. what if I ruin my friendship with him? that would be super awkward and embarrassing. then again, he hasn’t ruined our friendship every time he brings a girl home and fucks her senseless that she basically stumbles out of the house the next morning. 

after taking the time to build up some courage, i decide it’s time.

“hey, vin. can i ask you something?”

“of course, what’s up?”

“this may be super awkward and embarrassing and you don’t have to answer, but what’s it like not being a virgin?”

“woah, um. it’s great, i guess. why you asking?”

“i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’m ready to lose my virginity.”

“that’s great, go for it!”

“i want to lose it to you.”

the silence in the room is so thick, you wouldn’t be able to cut it with a knife. vinnie and i sit opposite each other, our minds racing over what just transpired. great, i just ruined the most amazing friendship i could ever ask for. 

“you want me to take your virginity?”

“yes. i trust you with my whole life. and i love you so much.”

“i love you so much. can i please kiss you?”

“please.”

he slowly leans in to capture my lips in one of the most passionate kisses i’ve ever had. the kiss is soft yet so hot. i feel him tug at the bottom of my shirt, wanting to take it off. i reach down to take it off my body, his eyes zoned in on my chest. his kisses move to my chest, kissing the tops of my tits before making his way down my cleavage. i unclasp my bra and remove it, letting it drop to the floor. 

“they’re so pretty, oh my god. can i please touch?”

“of course, vin. they’re all yours.” i smile at him.

vinnie groans before using his big, strong hands to grope at my tits. squeezing, massaging, licking, sucking and biting, all of these combined had me weak in the knees. he’s making me feel so good right now, and we haven’t even had sex! i drop to my knees in front of him, the feeling of being so aroused is making me dizzy. my eyes are level with vinnie’s growing bulge. he looks big, is he going to fit? oh my lord, he’s not going to fit. i start pulling down his sweats, wanting to desperately see what he’s hiding. i release him from the confines of his underwear. jesus christ, he’s not fitting. there’s no way that all of THAT is going to fit inside. 

“like what you see, princess?” he smirks.

“yeah i do. it’s so… big.”

“as much as i want your mouth around it, tonight’s about you.”

he grabs me by the back of my thigh, scooping me up into his arms. he gently throws me onto our bed before crawling up to me and placing a sweet kiss on my lips. he moves down my body, stopping at my panties. he looks up at me, a cute yet seductive smile plastered on his face.

“can i take these off, sweetheart? wanna see what i’m working with.”

“yes.” i breathe out, my heart racing and head spinning

he slowly removes my panties, gasping at the sight in front of him. he tosses my panties to the side before licking a stripe up my pussy with his tongue, earning a moan from me. i feel his tongue suck and lick at my clit, the feeling of pleasure rushing through my veins. 

“you okay, sweetheart?”

“yes, please keep going. it feels unreal.”

vinnie continues his actions, only this time, he speeds them up. my little bundle of nerves that have never been touched by a man before are so alive and so sensitive, i can barely form any words now. i suddenly feel a tightness in my stomach. is this what i think it is?

“vinnie, i-“

“you close, baby?”

“i don’t know. my stomach hurts though.”

“you’re close to having an orgasm. want me to keep going?”

“yes! please don’t stop! i need to know what it feels like.”

vinnie sucks and licks my clit a little more before i feel a strange rush through my body. my legs shake at the intense pleasure, my stomach contorts and my pussy clenches at fresh air. my breathing is rapid but is soon calm as he slowly stops his actions.

“you did such a good job, baby. i’m so proud of you. you ready for my cock now?”

“i think so.”

“if it hurts, we’ll stop okay? i promise to go slow and make you feel good.”

“okay.”

vinnie lubes his cock up and jerks it for a bit before aligning it at my entrance. he slowly pushes in, the pain almost unbearable. 

“want me to stop?”

“no, i’m okay. you can keep going.”

he pushes himself all the way in, bottoming out when he’s fully inside. we both moan at the feeling. i slightly adjust to make sure it fits and won’t destroy me. i nod my head, signalling to vinnie to move. he starts to slowly rock in and out of my pussy. the pain instantly becomes pleasure again as he fucks my walls. i wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him closer to me. he leans over, hovering over my figure before placing a kiss to my forehead.

“oh vin, you feel so good. i love you.”

“i love you more, sweetheart. god, i’m so glad you chose to lose your vigirnity to me.”

our lips connect in a passionate kiss. vinnie wraps his arms around my back, holding me close so that our chests are touching. he continues rocking into me and making me feel oh so good. i feel that strange rush coming back again, this time it’s stronger and right on the edge.

“oh vin, i’m close.”

“yeah? cum for me, pretty girl, cum on my cock for me.”

vinnie thrusts one last time and i feel all the same sensations from when he ate me out. 

“oh fuck, pretty girl. you did so good, i’m gonna cum now okay?”

“please cum inside me, vincent. i need you so bad.”

vinnie moans at my words and it doesn’t take him long before he’s shooting ropes up and around my walls. i moan and whimper at the warmth inside me, watching it as it slowly leaks out. he pulls out and flops on the other side of the bed. 

“that was amazing. you’re seriously the best.”

“glad you enjoyed, princess. now let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

he kisses my lips before scooping me up into his arms as we go to clean up our mess. i can now say that i’m a virgin no more and that my virginity has been taken by the one and only vinnie hacker.

[moonlightdancer26]

My predicted ratings of Taylor Swift’s songs in her upcoming album The Tortured Poets Department:

(hey, so basically to anyone who isn’t a Swiftie, this post is gonna make zero sense to you so just ignore this lol)

1. Fortnight — 5/10, I genuinely don’t think I’ll like it, maybe it’s bc the AI version on tiktok isn’t my style at ALL and kinda ruined it for me. Plus the title doesn’t stick out at all and I’m so sad that this song is track 1, esp considering her most recent album Midnights had an iconic opening track.

2. The Tortured Poets Department — 8/10, I always LOVE her title tracks and I’m so excited for this one.

3. My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys — 7/10, the title doesn’t really stick out to me but I feel like it’s gonna end up being an amazingly catchy song. Negative points for the easy rhyme. (“boy” “toy”)

4. Down Bad — 10/10, I���M CLAIMING THIS SONG IDC IDC, I HAVE SUCH HIGH HOPES

5. So Long, London — 10/10, I’m actually terrified to listen to this song bc not only is it TRACK FIVE, but I know for a fact that I’ll sob. I’M SO EXCITED AND SCARED.

6. But Daddy I Love Him — 5/10, not too bad not too good, love the Little Mermaid reference but idk something tells me that I won’t vibe with this song

7. Fresh out the Slammer — 6.5/10, the title’s interesting and I have no idea what to expect

8. Florida!!! — 4/10, hate to say it but I feel like this might be my least favourite

9. Guilty as Sin? — 10/10, ALSO CLAIMING THIS SONG, I’m so excited for this omgg

10. Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? — 6/10, I feel like the lyrics are gonna be similar to her song Anti-Hero, which makes me super happy, but I’m deducting points for the painfully corny title.

11. I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) — 9/10 for relatability reasons. Like damn Taylor thanks for calling me out. But also there’s a SLIGHT possibility that this song is about M*tty Healy and I am simply very concerned about that.

12. loml — 7.5/10, I just KNOW it isn’t just gonna stand for “love of my life.” Taylor’s too much of a genius to use that abbreviation for its common meaning.

13. I Can Do It With A Broken Heart — 7.5/10, -2.5 points for the corny title, but I do expect to cry when I hear this song, and well, who doesn’t love songs that make you want to rip your hair out?

14. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived — 9/10, I saw someone on tiktok say there’s a correlation between this and the story of Rumpelstiltskin and it blew my mind. I have high hopes for this

15. The Alchemy — 9/10, manifesting that this sounds like The Archer and has parallels to Invisible string (“a single thread of gold tied me to you”) 🙏🏼🙏🏼

16. Clara Bow — 9/10, I just know this song is gonna be interesting and addicting as hell

On April 19, I’ll reblog this post after I listen to the full album and I’ll confirm or deny these predicted ratings. If anyone wants to join in on this, go ahead!

[trentlvrr]

Best I ever had - TAA

Summary- your friend set you up with a random guy she met at the club. Will he be the one aka the best you’ve ever had or the complete opposite? Keep reading to find out! ;))

Info and warnings: cursing, fluff, this is my first fanfic so Ntm on me 🙁

Chapter 3: departure

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*ping* *ping* *ping*

‘Who tf is texting me this early’ I thought to myself as I picked up my phone and looked at the bright screen.

*3 messages from ‘bestie 💗’*

I then looked at the time.

*5:00 am*

I groaned but unlocked my phone to see what leia wanted.

Bestie 💗: y/n

Bestie 💗: Y/N

Bestie 💗: Y/N M/N L/N WAKE YO ASS UP

I chuckled at the message and replied to her

Y/n: girl it is 5 in the morning

Bestie 💗: ik ik but I just can’t stop thinking about Jude

I gasped.

Y/n: call me.

Leia then FaceTimed me and I picked up. “So tell me what’s going on” I said amused. “Okay okay so I just can’t stop thinking about that day with Jude and we’ve been texting ever since then and he’s just perfect” she says sighing. I laughed. “You have a boyfriend lei” I said. She groaned. “I know but Toby has been distant these past days and he’s stopped checking up on me and whenever I grab his phone even to take a silly little picture he snatches it back and looks at me nervously” she says with her head hung low. “What?” I said with my brows furrowed. “That son of a bitch” I cursed. “What?” Leia asked confused. “What do you mean “what”? He’s cheating on you lei.” I said with a frown. Leia looked horrified. “What?” She said with a cocked eyebrow. “He’s cheating on you girl.” I said crossing my arms. “Where’s the evidence” she said crossing my arms getting defensive. “Girl wdym where’s the evidence, the signs are right there” I said. “I guess you’re right” she replied sighing. She looked down to the floor, sad. “You alright?” I asked with a worried tone.

“Am I alright?” She said looking up at me. “Girl I’m perfectly fine” she said laughing. I was shocked at how fast her mood changed. “What?” I said. “Tbh I’m glad” she started. “Let hot girl summer commence” she said throwing a fist up and jumping up on her bed. “You can not be for real” I said holding back a laugh. “I’m as real as I can be” she said smirking, looking like she’s about to do something mischievous. “What are you about to do?” I asked amused. “I’m about to text Jude, I’m going out tonight” she winked. I laughed. “Have fun bae” I said. “Oh yk I will” she said giggling. I laughed. “Alright bye, call me later” I said. “Okay!” She blew a kiss. I caught it then I hung up.

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Since I was wide awake now, I went to the kitchen to get a quick snack, pop tarts. I was scrolling through TikTok when a call came it.

*FaceTime call from “Trent ❤️”*

I answered the call.

“Good morning beautiful” he said smiling. “Good morning handsome” I said biting back my smile. “How are you?” He asked. “Im great, how are you?” I asked eating the rest of my pop tart. “I’m great now that I’m seeing you” he smirked. I rolled my eyes. “What do you need Trent?” I asked. “What do you mean? I can’t just call my beautiful girlfriend?” He asked. I almost choked on my pop tart from shock. “Girlfriend? Trent we just met” I said laughing. “Yea but you know…” he started. “I know what?” I asked curiously. “You know I like you a lot” he said looking at me. He sounded so genuine and his slight smile and dreamy eyes almost made me melt on the spot. “Oh stop it” I said hiding the blush creeping up on my face. “I’m for real y/n, I like you a lot, I don’t care if we just met, I know you’re my soulmate” he said. I looked at him with a straight face. “Be so fr Trent” I said laughing. “I am fr.” He said seriously. His tone and expression kinda scared me but he looked so fine. “Oh okay.” I said nervously. “I want to see you y/n” he said. “Okay, when?” I asked getting up to throw away my trash. “Right now.” He responded. I whipped my head back to look at him. “Right now? Trent it’s 7am” I groaned. “I know but I want to see you so get ready, we’re going out” he said. “Trent, stuff doesn’t open til like 11 or 12” I said chuckling. “Oh right” he said quietly. I laughed. “You can come over though and we can hang out til then.” I proposed. “Alright, I’m coming over” Trent said getting up from his bed. We said our goodbyes and I hung up.

After a while Trent arrived at my house and we hung out

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My legs were spread across Trent’s lap as we watched keeping up with the kardashians. I didn’t like the show but the drama made me watch it. Trent then looked at his phone. “It’s 10:30, get ready babe” he said. “Can’t we just stay here Trent” I said moving my legs and hugging him from the side, my head on his chest. He kissed my forehead. “I would love to but I really wanna take you out” he said. “Why?” I asked looking up at him. His expression changed from amused to sad. “I’m leaving for England tomorrow” he said looking down. “Tomorrow?” I said getting up. “Yea” he said also getting up. “Oh.” I said looking down at the floor. There was silence. “Fine, I’ll go get ready” I smiled up at him. He smiled back. “I’ll be waiting for you” he said. I then headed to my bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. My eyes started watering. ‘Y/n you cannot seriously be crying over a man you just met’ I thought to myself as I wiped my eyes. I then showered and fixed myself up. “Even though im sad at least I look good” I said to myself while looking in the mirror. I then went out and put in my shoes and accessories then looked at myself in my full length mirror. “Perfect” I whispered.

(Outfit)

I walked out of my room and headed to the living room where Trent was waiting for me. “Woah, you look gorgeous” Trent said walking up to me and putting his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Thanks” I said smiling and resting my arms over his shoulders. He looked into my eyes then my lips and kissed me. I deepened the kiss, running my fingers through his dark brown locs. He then pulled away. “Well at least this time we didn’t get interrupted this time” I laughed. He smirked. “You are so so gorgeous y/n” he said. I smiled. He then gave me a peck on the lips and let go taking my hand in his and we left my apartment and headed to the car.

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The car was silent but it was a comfortable silence. I just looked out the window looking at the beautiful scenery before I turned to talk to Trent. “Trent” I started. He hummed. “Where are we going?” I asked. “It’s a surprise” he said smiling, keeping his eyes on the road. I huffed and crossed my arms. “Don’t be like that” he said putting his hand on my thigh. I smiled and relaxed my arms. “Can I play some music” I asked. “Yea of course” he said. I connected my phone to the car and pressed shuffle on my playlist. *now playing: pink + white - Frank ocean*. “This song is so calming” I said getting comfortable in my seat. “It is” he said. “Wait yk this song?” I asked. “Yea i listen to Frank sometimes” he says nonchalantly. I looked at him shocked. “Omg I literally love you” I squealed, planting a kiss on his cheek. He smiled.

We then stopped at a red light. “Put this on” Trent said checking his gps and pulling a white blindfold out of his pocket. “Uh okay” I said taking the blindfold and putting it on. I heard Trent chuckle but thought nothing of it.

The car then came to a full stop. “We’re here but don’t take off the blindfold” he said as he got out the car. I nodded. I then heard the passengers door open up. Trent took my arm and gently led me out the car. He then held me by the shoulder leading me to our destination. “Here we are” he said. “You can take your blindfold off” he added.

I took the blindfold off and gasped. “Omg Trent this is beautiful” I said looking at the picnic set up in front of me. “Do you like it?” He asked smiling. “Ofc I like it, I love it baby, thank you” I said hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around my waist and chuckled. He then looked and me and pecked me on the lips. We then separated, one of trends arms still on my waist. “When did you have time to do this?” I asked. “Well Jude, Leia and some of my other friends helped me out” he said. “Wait Leia helped you?” I asked shocked that Leia could keep that secret hidden from you. “Yea” he said chuckling. “Wait how were Jude and leia acting when y’all were preparing all of this” I smirked. “They were really touchy but I didn’t really think about it” he said. I laughed. Then grabbed Trent’s hand. “Come on, let’s sit” I said smiling.

(Picnic)

After a while of chatting and eating me and Trent both picked up and canvas. “Let’s draw eachother” I suggested. “Yea let’s do it” Trent said. I smiled. “I’m not really good at drawing though” he said nervously. “That’s okay” I said as I started drawing. Trent tried peeking at my canvas. “Stop!” I said playfully pushing him. He laughed and started on his

“Okay we show our drawings in one…two…three!” I said as we both turned our canvases around. “Trent!” I said laughing. “What?” He said amused. “A stick figure? Really?” I smiled. “I told you I’m not good at drawing” he said. I chuckled. “It’s cute” I said smiling. “No it’s not” he said pouting. “Yes it is” I said reassuring him. “No it’s not, at least yours looks like me, mine is just a stick” he huffed. “It’s okay Trent, now stop acting like a big baby” I laughed.

He smiling and pounced on me. Hugging me as we rolled around on the picnic blanket. “Trent stop, I’m messing up my hair” I said smiling. He then lifted his head up and looked at me. He was on top of me and he looked so gorgeous in the sunlight, the light hitting his delicate bit soft features made him look more handsome than he already was. I lifted my head and kissed him. Gripping his back with one hand and toying with his locs with the other. He deepened the kiss. The kiss was filled with so much passion and hunger than when we broke it off we were both out of breath. “I love you y/n” he says looking at me and putting a hand on my cheek. “I love you too trent” I said smiling up at him. He then kissed me and again, this kiss more passionate but gentle. He then got off of me and sat me back up. He fixed my hair and I smiled. After a while me and Trent packed up everything in the picnic basket and decided to take a walk.

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After a while the sun started to set. There was a lake at the park we were at so we decided to sit at the benches near it. The sunset was beautiful. “Hey we should take a picture” I said. “Alright!” He agreed. We sat my phone down on the bench, Set the time for ten seconds and stood in front of the sunset. “Quick what pose should we do?” I said. Trent just grabbed my face and kissed me. I melted into the kiss. *click* the picture was taken. It came out perfectly.

“I love you so much trent” I said looking at him. “I love you more” he said smiling. He then kissed my forehead. After that we walked back to the car and headed to my apartment.

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Once we got inside, Trent decided that he wanted to sleep over so we both changed into comfier clothes and decided to watch a movie. After a while I fell asleep.

I woke up to Trent being asleep next to me. I was in his arms and I didn’t want to wake him up so I stayed. I picked at my phone and looked at the time.

*1:00 am*

I sighed. I opened Instagram and tapped through stories til one caught my attention. I gasped and jolted up which caused Trent to wake up. “What happened baby?“ he asked. “Look” I said shoving my phone into his face. He looked at it which squinted eyes then relaxed his eyes, his face shocked. “Oh my days” he said. I laughed. “Leia really went partying with Jude, I thought she was just joking” I said. “Wait she told you she was going to?” Trent asked. “Yea” i said. Hé chuckled. “I’m glad she’s having fun though” I said smiling as I tapped through leias story. “Me too” Trent said.

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Later that day I woke up. Trent was still asleep so I left the couch and went to get ready for the day. Today was the day Trent was leaving. I wiped the tears forming in my eyes. Even though I’ve only know him for a few weeks, I really like him. I started doing my skin care to take my mind off him.

I left the bathroom after I finished getting ready and woke Trent up. “Come on, let’s go” I said grabbing Trent’s car keys. “Go where?” He asked groggily. “To your place, you’re leaving today Trent” I said. You’re leaving today Trent. I looked down at the floor. “Oh right” he said. Trent went to the bathroom and freshened up. When he got out, I passed him his car keys and we left to go to his house.

Once we got there someone familiar opened the door. “Leia?!” I shrieked. “Hey y/n, hey Trent” she said opened the door wider revealing Jude behind her. He waved. “Oh my-“ Trent started. “- god” I finished. Leia and Jude just laughed. “Come in” Leia said. Once we got in, I grabbed Leia and dragged her away from the boys. “What’s going on here?” I asked. “What? I can’t be at a friends house” she said folding one of Jude’s shirts that was in her hand. I looked down at the shirt. “What happened last night?” I asked. “Nothing, we just partied and I crashed here.” She said nonchalantly. “Nothing happened? You’re literally folding his clothes rn” I said. She looked flustered. “Okay maybe we did kiss but nothing more” she said. I looked at her sternly then relaxed my face and laughed. “Alright Leia” I said rolling my eyes. She giggling and put her arm over my shoulder and walked back over to the boys.

The boys flight was at 3 and we finished packing at 12. “We should go out and grab brunch” Jude suggested. We all agreed and out. I begged Trent to drive his car, he hesitated but let me drive it in the end. Brunch was fun, we joked around the whole time and the food was great.

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“Alright time to go” I said looking at the time, it was 1:25 pm. We packed up our things, thanked the cashiers and headed out. We took some pictures outside then we got in the car. Trent drove this time and we headed to LAX airport.

We got out the car.

*1:45 pm*

Me and Leia helped the boys get their luggage out the car. After we did, Leia ran to Jude and hugged him. Leia cried and it made me start tearing up. Jude hugged Leia so tight and his eyes started tearing up too. I then looked at trent. His eyes started watering. “Trent..baby” I said as I walked over to him and hugged him. “I’m going to miss you y/n, so so much” he said hugging me to tight. “I’m gonna miss you too trent” I said hugging him just as tight, fighting back my tears. He then let go of me and grabbed my face and kissed me. “I love you so much y/n” he said. “I love you too.” I responded. We both smiled and gave eachother another peck on the lips. We then separated and both looked at Jude and Leia. Jude was now holding Leia like she was a baby. Leias legs wrapped around Jude. They both looked like they didn’t want to let go. Me and Trent laughed. We then walked over to him.

“Come on guys” I said. Jude and Leia then separated and looked each other in the eyes for a moment. After that we came together in a big group hug. “I’m gonna miss you guys” Leia said, her voice shaky from crying. “We’re gonna miss you too” Trent and Jude say in union. We then separated and I went to hug Jude and Leia went to hug Trent. Trent then handed me his car keys. “Why’re you giving me these?” I asked. “The cars yours my love” he said. “Wait are you serious?” I asked. He nodded. It was my dream car. I squealed and hugged him tightly. “Thank you baby” I said. “No problem babe” he said. We did a quick peck on the lips and then me and Leia sent the boys off. We yelled goodbye and waved at the boys watching them leave. Leia cried and I held her.

Me and Leia headed back to my apartment. She decided to sleep over and we just hung out, talking about our memories with the boys and talking about our lives. We hugged, we cried and we laughed.

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I woke up to two messages from Trent

Trent ❤️: we made it home safe

I smiled.

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That’s it, hope you enjoyed!

Pt. 4 coming soon 🤭🤭

[house-of-slayterr]

You guys, one of my TikTok videos blew up and now I’m scared. I am suddenly at 1.8 million total likes on my TikTok page. JoJo Siwa is the reason I finally hit 10,000 and start making money on TikTok. I’m going to scream!



[shadow-says-hello]

All Lights Are Off

Fandom: Wednesday

Summary: Wednesday is a lil bit bored, Enid went to hang with Yoko, and everyone is in their dorms. You share a dorm with Wednesday and Enid. Wednesday finished her novel, so she wants to entertain herself. I headcanon that Wednesday likes to scare people.

Lee!Reader Ler!Wednesday

Warnings: tickling, kind of a scary type theme

Fic below ✨

You lie on your bed, bored. Did Enid have to be with Yoko?!? Usually you and her loved talking and watching TikTok and playing music. All you heard was Wednesday tapping the keys on the typewriter and putting the papers in a tall pile.

Thing was sitting beside her, it looked like he was sleeping…? No one could ever tell. A few minutes later, Wednesday put the last piece of paper in the pile and closed the briefcase holding all the papers. She turned around to face you sitting on your bed on your phone, scrolling through the pointless for you page.

You looked up. “Oh hey Wednesday, did you finish? Congratulations.” You say, sounding very moody.

Wednesday stared at you.

“Why do you look so glum?” She asked.

“I’m bored. I’ve been waiting for you to finish so we could do something, like talk or maybe go for a walk…” you say, a little smile coming on your face.

“What is there to talk about?” Wednesday asked.

“I…uh…I dunno. Wanna play a game?” You ask.

“Sure.” Wednesday said, turning around and smirking. You didn’t know why she said yes, she usually would look coldly into your eyes and say no, and then you would do something with Enid instead. But she did.

You also had no idea what she was whispering to Thing, but you looked back at your phone and when you looked back up, Thing disappeared.

Then the lights shut off.

All lights were off.

Was Thing controlling the lights?

You turned on your phone flashlight. Wednesday was still sitting on the chair. And then out of absolutely nowhere, you were pretty sure that it was Thing who slapped the phone out of your hand and turning the flash off.

“Uhhh…Thing….Wednesday…? Was this part of your game��? Well, you’re scaring me…” you stutter.

You felt someone tapping your shoulder, making you jump. The touch was definitely Wednesday, you could tell by the nail.

“Wednesday!!!! Stop trying to scare me!!!” You turn around and DIDN’T see her shadow or silhouette. And then the lights flickered, when the lights came on real quickly you saw Wednesday at her side of the room.

Spooky.

Then the lights went out again, and you felt Wednesday tickling your sides with both of her hands.

You screamed loudly at the sudden touch. Especially because you thought Wednesday was far away from you, you didn’t understand how quick she got behind you. Odd.

But you knew only Wednesday could pull that off, she was scary like that.

You began to laugh, because duh, you were ticklish.

“WEHENEHSDAHAY! YOHOU FREHEAKEHD MEHEE OHOUT!” You shouted through laughter. Thing turned the lights back on, and you could feel Wednesday pulling at your shoulders and knocking you back on the bed.

Wednesday appeared to be…laughing too? You didn’t know she has a lot of fun making people scream and get scared, but she was giggling a little bit, it was cute.

And then Wednesday came around and sat on your waist, her hands were still squeezing your sides rapidly, sending you into hysterics. It tickles real badly.

Your heartbeat was pretty fast, but you enjoyed this experience with Wednesday a lot. You saw her tickle Enid before and thought it looked fun.

You tried to bat Wednesdays hands away, but dang, was she fast.

Wednesday leaned her head towards your belly. She then slipped her hands under your shirt and scribbled her quick and tickly nails across your stomach. Wednesday’s tickles were probably the worst you’ve ever received.

Wednesday pushed your shirt up just a little bit, took a gasp of air, and blew and absolute killer raspberry right over your belly button.

How did this go from being scared to being tickled to death? You couldn’t believe you got a raspberry, you never knew what it felt like, and you didn’t know how badly it tickled. You’ve only ever saw it happen with Enid.

You were howling, literally, that raspberry vibrated across your whole body.

When you thought Wednesday was finished with her raspberry assault, you were wrong.

Wednesday nibbled your stomach, making you release a series of loud squeals.

Now you know what it felt like when Wednesday did this to Enid.

It was fun. You would never admit that though.

“WEHEDNEHESDAHAY WHY AHRE YOHOU DOHOING THIHIS!!!!!???!!!!!” You shrieked.

“You wanted to play a game because you were bored.” She replied.

A couple minutes later Wednesday went in for her grand finale, she blew one more huge killer raspberry on your tummy.

And then Enid came in, back from being with Yoko.

“Did I interrupt something?” Enid asked. Wednesday got off of you.

“Wednesday was tickling me, Enid!” You whined.

Wednesday looked at Enid. Before Enid could respond, Wednesday tackled her to the ground, about to do the same thing she did to you.

“Sorry Enid-” You said, giggling a bit.

The End

This isn’t my best fic but I figured I would write something because I thought the idea of this one was cute.

❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thanks for reading anyways <3

[stump-salsa]

My video blew up on tiktok and I’m SCARED!

[shesinbrooklynwithme]

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[nova-does-art]

Fashion babes are back and better than ever~ 💋

[lovecanyon]

trouble with fans

dad!harry x reader

(more of my work here)

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Ever since Harry finished tour he hadn’t been seen. Not a single photo was released of him. Maybe a few unseens had been released but that was it.

Until a group of girls saw a familiar face with his girlfriend. When a child’s giggle was heard they quickly realize that they were there with Beau.

The fans across from them had a perfect view of the child. He was sat on a restaurant provided high chair eating his fruits. He looked exactly like Harry which blew their minds.

Nobody had seen Harry and Y/N’s child yet. His identity had been not shown for their safety which was very understandable.

Being in one of the most famous boy bands and then turning into prominent rockstar was very suffocating. He never had privacy nor did his girlfriend so when she got pregnant his whole system changed.

The girls did not care though. They couldn’t imagine how many people would go insane at the sight. So they decided to snap a quick photo of the child.

But their plan had failed.

A bright flash goes off which makes Harry’s head snap towards their direction.

Both of the girls look at each other scared as he mumbles something to Y/N before she stands up and grabs Beau out of the highchair.

They didn’t think he would come over to them because Y/N was seen leaving with Beau and he was busy paying the bill.

But they thought wrong.

Soon after the waiter gave him back his credit card he walks over to the girls sat at the table.

“Delete the photo you took.”

The girls immediately act dumb furrowing their brows.

“What photo?” Vanessa questions making Harry look at her like she’s stupid. They were trying to pull a fast one on him but it wasn’t going to work.

“Yeah we swear we didn’t take a pic—“

“I’m not a fucking idiot. Delete it now before I get more pissed off.” He snaps cutting the other girl off which makes her look at her friend.

Quickly the girl pulls out her phone unlocking it. She wasn’t going to lie and say that she wasn’t nervous because she was way worse than nervous.

Many people had positive opinions and interactions with the rockstar. But the girls had a very opposite one.

They knew it was their fault not his. He wouldn’t have been acting like a dick if they wouldn’t have took a picture of his child.

Harry makes sure all phones are wiped before walking off without saying anything else which left the girls shocked.

Later on one of the girls posted a tiktok of her bashing Harry and Y/N which resulted in her getting major backlash.

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[etherluci]

MC WHO HISSES AT EVERYTHING

i randomly hiss and i just thought about an mc who’ll hiss at everything that got in their way.. now here’s how i think the brothers would react ㅠㅠ

ft. LUCIFER, MAMMON, LEVI, SATAN, and ASMODEUS

LUCIFER

what the fuck? no seriously, huh?

he’s already dealing with satan who meows, and now the exchange student’s first words were .. hissing..

i reckon he’d hiss back tho. this fucking peacock will throw everything you did, back to you!

okay now imagine that you were walking down the hallway of RAD and in front of you, lucifer was talking to diavolo and barbatos.

all was well until you realised they were walking too slow for your liking. all your attempts to letting them know your presence went unnoticed, so you hissed at luci.

turns to face you quicker than anything, really. with the ‘excuse me?’ face he has on, you hissed and told him “you’re in the middle of the hallway causing unwanted traffic, you peacock!”

you went on your merry way and listened to dia’s laugh and lucifer’s ‘wait til you’re home’ because you did not just leave him speechless in front of others.

he’s honestly that one tiktok audio. this is my home, entry pliz!

he’d use your habit of hissing against you and often times you do get shy about it.

don’t worry tho! as i said, the two of you are that one tiktok audio. you fixed his family, great succes! he cannot afford ..! so there’s something you can use on him too ~

MAMMON

poor baby.. will not hiss back but will be at the brink of tears.

as he constantly hears you hiss, he’s convinced that a witch is turning you to a cat. gradually and evidently.

and this baby, as much as he likes cats, prefers MC to be human. clinging to you feels better when you’re not all fur!

please tell him that it’s a habit you picked up, and no witch is turning you to a cat because of his debts..

bonus: lucifer saw how mammon doesn’t gamble as much as before, he approached you and when you told him “ah.. mammon thinks i’m cursed by one of the witches..” he’d use this info on mammon which effectively cuts alot of his debt. ah mc, you really are a lifesaver!

LEVIATHAN

confused.. not in a bad way but are humans supposed to hiss?

since he rarely goes out of his room, levi never heard you hiss.

you were playing a multiplayer game and while the screen was loading, levi took this chance to get another crate of energy drinks. leaving you alone in the room.

henry seemed to make fun of you, or at least it looked like it! the fish blew bubbles at you as you almost pressed your face on his tank.

you found the fish cute hehe out of excitement, you hissed at the fish.

at the same time, levi walked in and saw how you hissed at henry. were.. were humans supposed to hiss?!

genuinely concerned someone’s turning you to a cat and will prey on henry. “MC! stay away from henr.. huh?!” he stopped midway, the fish globbing as if reassuring levi that they were safe. glob glob

relieved when you’re not turning to a cat, will use you as a shield as you eventually hiss at EVERYTHING. even demons.

that’s MY MC! go on, scare the lower demons away ~（╹◡╹）

SATAN

resident’s cat lover, will find it cute whenever you hiss or do anything cat-like

the first time he heard you hiss, expect that a cat toy will be dangled over your head. especially when you’re reading.

sometimes you’d catch the toy and satan will kneel for you. only you probably..

“satan! stop it i am not a cat!” you yelled while you held your temple. he would stop it if only your eyes stopped following the string and if you bite him. and you will bite him.

asks if you can meow too. or if you purr, when you do! expect a lot of things from satan.

will protect you and funny thing! you can use your cat-like mannerisms to soften his heart. the avatar of wrath can and will kneel for you ANYTIME, if you ask him to!

ASMODEUS

confused pt. 2

asked solomon if hissing is a human thing too when he heard you hiss at lucifer.

has a video of you hissing at lucifer up on his devilgram archives. lucifer eventually had him take it down.

when you hiss, he meows. when you meow, he purrs. asmo never hisses UNLESS you’re being touched by another lower demon.

when someone asks why he hisses, a certain person comes to mind. it’s you :D

hmm.. prepare to play dress ups with asmo tho!

also.. instead of hissing, maybe purr insteed? you never know, maybe asmo has a gift for you later ;)

[angeloroki]

tiktok towel prank with shoto;bakugo;izuku & denki

— character ; aged up!shoto x gn!reader ; aged up!bakugo x gn!reader ; aged up!izuku x gn!reader ; aged up!denki  x gn!reader 

— request ; Could you do Shoto, Katsuki, Izuku and Denki (or any other character you have inspiration for!) react to the towel prank? Where the reader pretends to undo their towel so they would be naked in front of the camera but actually they are wearing clothes. Just thought their reactions would be amazing!

— warnings ; nudity mentionned 

— a/n ; here you go sweetheart, thank you again for your request ♥

SHOTO TODOROKI 

« i need to prank shoto with this », you whisper to yourself half hilarious 

a video had just pop up on your foryou page where a girl was pranking her boyfriend by pretending to show herself naked in front of the camera,

you just wanted to see your boyfriend's reaction

you were mentally planning to do it tonight when you’d be together in the bathroom

finally it was time !

you were getting out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, when it was shoto's turn to enter.

except you already had clothes on, shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. something he didn't know.

he was quick, as you were now both standing in front of the mirror applying your after shower products

you put your phone down in front of you, then started the countdown

he glanced at you, amused and busy brushing his teeth

you started dancing on a doja cat music

he watched you through the mirror, enjoying your little improvised show

when you started to take off your towel

you saw his eyes widen

and just as you took off your towel, shoto threw himself on you to take you in his arms and hide you from the camera that was still rolling

« what the hell baby !? »

you burst out laughing before shifting from his grip

he looked at you with red cheeks, and the toothbrush still in his mouth

then he noticed your clothes

you continue to laugh before taking your phone

« it's a prank baby! oh my god, i can't wait to see it on video. » you say between laughs.

he grunted before putting his face back in the mirror

« you know very well that this body of god/goddess is only for your beautiful eyes » you say a malicious smile on your face.

« you're unbelievable y/n. » he said, finally smiling.

« that’s why you love me, baby », you winked.

« mmh, i’m not sure anymore... » he smirked.

« HUH ? »

you took his face in your hands to cover it with kisses

which provoked a radiant laugh from your boyfriend

you always loved his laugh

obviously his reaction made the video go viral, with just under 200k likes and 50k comments

“ IT’S THE CAT REFLEXES FOR ME LMAO “

“ SHEESH HE WAS QUICK “

KATSUKI BAKUGO

you were in the kitchen, your phone in hand, scrolling through your foryoupage

wrapped in a big towel that covered the clothes you were wearing under, you were waiting for katsuki to come back from his patrol so you could give him the prank you've been waiting to do since this morning

you had seen a video of a prank when you were at work, which made you want to do it too

« oi I'm home! »

« hi baby ! » you say from the kitchen.

he comes to join quickly before putting a kiss on your forehead, he took something to eat and sat in front of the kitchen island

you got up when your coffee was finally ready

well, you could start

you put your phone down so that your boyfriend could see the camera and then you started the countdown

then you started your show and started to dance on nicki minaj music

you saw through your screen, katsuki watching you enjoying your dance show

then your hands came to rest on the knot that held the towel around you

you were making your future move obvious

katsuki let out a hoot of surprise and stood up abruptly which spilled the food he was eating on the floor

then you felt big arms moving you so that you were no longer in front of the camera

« OI Y/N ! NOT IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA »

he wasn't angry but his cheeks were all red which triggered a huge laugh from your side

then he quickly understood that it was a prank

he let go of you slowly, before growling

« did you really jump through the table for this? » you say with a howl of laughter. 

he returned to his place after picking up everything, looking grumpy.

« yes and i would do it again without hesitation. »

you blew him a kiss before saying "aww".

« this app will drive you crazy. with me by the way. »

the tiktok blow up in a few hours with almost a quarter of a million views, and thousands of comments.

“YOU WERE HERE AND YOU JUST DISAPPEARED” 

" the mess he made to come and cover you lmaoo"

IZUKU MIDORIYA 

your boyfriend was sitting comfortably in the chair, typing up some important files for work.

he had been totally engrossed in his work for some time now.

he needed a distraction

so the prank you had on tiktok could only do good

while he was silently typing on his laptop

you stood in front of him, in a towel, and secretly dressed underneath, putting your phone on the shelf

without waiting you started to dance on some rihanna music

your hands went dangerously up to the knot that held the whole towel over you

deku was giving you little amused looks, totally in love with you, he had almost given up his work

then your hands landed on the towel that you tore off with a sharp blow

a horrified expression was painted on his beautiful face

« y/n the camera is still on, your followers are gonna see you naked ! »

he took you in his arms, and in an awkward way dragged you with him on the sofa, him above you

you could see that his eyebrows were frowned

« i'm not letting you go until the camera is still on ! »

you bit your lip to keep from laughing at him

his face was a mess like no other,

red cheeks, wide eyes, and especially his lips that were rolled up

her expression meant confusion and shame in itself

you finally burst out laughing and then you got out of the way so you could show him the clothes you were hiding under the towel

he blew softly and let out an embarrassed laugh.

« baby calm down it's a prank ! »

you had to hold on to his arm to not fall on the floor hilarious

he gave you a flick on the face, a smile on his lips.

« you are not the best comedian for nothing. » he said ironically.

you kiss him on the cheek. 

« i know right !»

the tiktok went viral on twitter and tiktok leaving you with countless notifications

“ HE LOOKED GENUINELY SCARED POOR BOY “

“ THE LOOK OF TERROR LMAO “

DENKI KAMINARI

you and your boyfriend denki were lying quietly on your bed,

he was reading while you were hanging out on tiktok

it was the perfect moment to make this prank that was viral on tiktok

you were ready, dressed under your towel you put your phone on the furniture in front of you

making sure your boyfriend could see the screen

he followed you with his eyes, a mischievous look on his face

« oh, a surprise dance for me i see. »

you giggle before starting the countdown

you knew in advance that his reaction was going to be way too funny

you started to dance on a music of megan thee stallion

denki was used to do the dances you did to post on tiktok

and he loved watching you have fun

you finally put your hands on your towel that you took off with a sudden move

you saw denki's shocked reaction on your screen

« y/n ??? »

and suddenly you saw your phone burn out

« HUH ? » you reacted with a gasp

denki had just thrown electricity with his quirk to turn off your phone

you turned around half pissed off and half laughing

then he understood two things :

that it was a prank

and that he had burned your phone

"oh sorry, i was just supposed to turn it off  »

you finally burst out laughing

« you're really unbelievable.»

he comes to take you in his arms

« and what about you? with all your pranks you make me lose my mind ! »

he smiles gently at you, but it’s before you gave him a peck on the cheek

« for the moment it's you who owes me a new phone babe. »

he sighed loudly

« oh hell nah, you're the only responsible for this incident. i’m not going to pay for anything ! »

« in your dreams »

with a little luck your phone wasn't completely dead, and you were able to post the video.

which went viral with 1 million likes 

"THE BEST ONE BY FAR LMAOOO”

“ ELECTRIC BOYFRIEND ”

[shotorozu]

HI AIDHAIHDHAJD I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL RN BUT I SAW THIS POST ON TIKTOK AND- BQKDHQIHAHA ITS SO FUNNY IF IT’S OKAY TO YOU CAN YOU PLEASE DO THAT ONE FOR KAMINARI, BAKUGO AND SHOTO 😭😭

IT’S JUST SO??? BAHAHAHAH THANK YOU THOUGHT ILY🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

(https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJRWVY2g/)

giving them boxers with your face on them

(tiktok trend)

character(s) : kaminari denki, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : PLEASE I BURSTED INTO LAUGHTER WHEN I READ THE TITLE, AND IM NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO LAUGH THAT MUCH 💀💀

no proof read— wrote this at 12am so,, if there are any mistakes, i’ll fix them later!

»»————-　♡　————-«

kaminari denki

you saw a tiktok of someone giving their boyfriend a pair of boxers— but it had their face on it. so, you KNEW that you NEEDED to give this to denki.

beforehand, you asked his besties— sero and kirishima, to help you out on this tiktok. because,, if you asked someone else, it would’ve DEFINITELY been questioned (and obviously, they were willing to help)

but let’s be honest, when you told them what exactly you wanted to get done, they bursted into laughter 💀 and it took them 10 minutes to recover

it didn’t take long for you to receive the pair, and you also managed to conceal the pair of boxers with dark packaging. all that’s left is your boyfriend’s arrival

now— you’d think that denki would know about this new trend going around, but surprise! he doesn’t know 🗿

and even if he did know, i feel like he’d be caught off guard anyway— if you saw someone’s face on a piece of underwear, you would be surprised too

when you were setting up your phone (for the tiktok) that was when denki comes in, “hey Y/N! whatchu doing?”

“hi denki, look! i want you to open something i got you— and it’s custom made.” this sparks his interest no pun intended, and he hurries on to open it

and he is NOT DISAPPOINTED

he doesn’t even comment on the fact that your phone is out which he assumed was for tiktok and he bursts into uncontrollable laughter, practically snorting

“PLEEASEE WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR FACE ON A PAIR OF BOXERS? I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS—” and he really meant that.

after you finished filming the tiktok, denki basically SPRINTED to the bathroom, so that he could wear the boxers 💀 he has to cherish your gifts as soon as he received them, right?

he’ll talk about them once in a while, “remember the time that you gave me those boxers? plEASE it’s still funny.”

the tiktok does incredibly well, and heck— it even came to the point where the tiktok’s sound went viral 💀 gathering 11k videos under that sound

bakugou katsuki

the idea never crossed your mind— and the tiktok didn’t show up on your fyp. but it did show up on kaminari’s fyp

you’d be scared because one, he’d scold you for spending too much money on ‘stupid pair of boxers’ which you worded in katsuki’s words

and two— this is bakugou katsuki 🧍 pranks and trends like these don’t really work on him, and you’re also scared of angering him?? you value NOT dying in the hands of an angry bakugou katsuki, okay?

but i don’t think that should be your concern anyway, the fact that you even managed to tame katsuki— was enough

back to the topic, kaminari basically dared you to give katsuki that because “he’d appreciate anything from his dearest s/o, riiigght?” and he’s not wrong

so, you receive the custom made boxers in the mail (with your face SLAPPED on it’s front) and you make sure to repackage the boxers

so that the wrapping would conceal the boxers’ print— and so that the surprise would be a tad bit more effective.

when you were discreetly setting your phone up for the tiktok, that was also when katsuki came from his daily workout routine

he’s just like 🤨 when he sees you all excited— and when he also sees the package

“what are you all excited about?” he’ll ask after pecking your lips,“idiot?? don’t tell me yo—”

“no, no! it’s for you, this time!” you reassure him, “i promise it’s not anything funny!” too bad katsuki believes you

he walks over, and immediately tears the wrapping— “what the,,” when he opens the package, he is NOT pleased 🧍

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?? YOU’RE GIVING ME BOXERS WITH YOUR FACE ON THEM??”

you just laughed out loud, rolling onto the floor in pure laughter— and katsuki can only stare at the boxers in shock, “you’re gonna wear them, right?”

“no, fuck no.” he’s so done with your shit

“aww pleaseee? those were expensive, AND they were custom made.” he’s so disappointed wjdnsjs

“i—” he sighs, “you’re lucky that i love you. i would’ve chucked this.. thing in the trashcan.”

it’s,,, the thought that counts for sure! he’ll probably wear them once in every blue moon though.

kaminari watches the tiktok, and ends up having the biggest field day— on the brighter side! your wallet isn’t that empty anymore.

if you’re curious about the tiktok’s results, it does well— it’s almost scary, considering how the tiktok blew up FAST

todoroki shouto

pleaseeee 💀🖐

now,, shouto would’ve thought that you wanted to gift those boxers to him GENUINELY. like,, sincerely

not like a gag gift, but more like a “oh hey shouto! i saw these boxers while shopping, and i thought these would look great on you.”

and you’d also think that shouto would’ve gotten a lot more used to the social thing— in a way, he has.

but,, boxers with YOUR face on them??? that wasn’t in the run through, tf

you were shopping online for clothes, when you suddenly got the greatest idea to surprise your boyfriend with a pair of boxers—

that had your face on them 💀

you don’t actually mean to tease him, but you’re just really curious on how he’d react to seeing the boxers (and if he’d actually wear them)

you place your phone in a not so obvious area— but it was also high enough to capture his reaction. when you get the boxers, they actually came in black packaging so,, less trouble!

“hey love,” he greets you with a quick kiss on the lips— and he quickly notices the black package that sat right next to you. “what’s that?”

“oh, speaking of which—” you hold out the box, “open it!”

and shouto is like,, hmm.. because you didn’t tell him what exactly the gift was, but either way— anything from you would be worth the suspense im sorry, but you’re just trying your best to hold yourself back

when he opens the package, he’s surprised to see what appears to be shorts, but when he unfolds the pair of ‘shorts’

😯 “is that..” he’s at a loss for worrd, completely BAFFLED at the sight of your face on a pair of boxers. out of all of the things he was expecting, it,, wasn’t this

YOU JUST CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH AT THE FACT THAT HE’S LIKE 😯 ➡️🧍

shouto’s so confused, because why are you laughing? was this not genuine? is this not a social cue he doesn’t understand? why would he not like them??

but he’s surprised for sure, so he does laugh, “Y/N, i’d appreciate anything you’d give me. so, this was not any exception— but this was certainly the most interesting gift you have given me.”

setting all of jokes aside, he takes good care of the boxers— commenting on how he doesn’t want to tarnish the fabric, or the print of your astonishing face.

he wears them when he’s not going anywhere 🗿 so occasionally, you’d catch a glimpse of those boxers in the laundry—

he’s not very shy about it, since “you gifted me them so.. i’m using them.”

when you posted the tiktok, it does extremely well— and it mostly consisted of comments like “LMAO WE KNOW HOW MUCH YOU WANTED TO LAUGH” “he was genuinely surprised lmaooo”

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Hey babes, could i request another one of those random headcannons with suna cuz i litteraly love him, and i just found and and love you so it's like a much made in heaven yk? Anyway have a good day, drink some water and eat if you haven't and sat healthy! <3

RANDOM SUNA RINTARO HEADCANONS I HAVE (GENERAL + BF + OUTFITS)

genre: fluff & crack

authors note: AAAAAAHHHH i’m sorry this took so incredibly long to do,,,,,,,but i appreciate the patience greatly :’) i really do hope you enjoy these <3

general:

he knows how to play bass

his favorite color is brown

is a skater: confirmed

and he’s one of those guys who posts his clips of his skate tricks on instagram

he’s so laid back

like definitely a “go with the flow” kind of guy

he’s really good at a bunch of card games

kita caught him smoking once </3 and he lectured him so much that suna just decided to never smoke again IWBDUEBSI

he’s actually really good at skateboarding but most of the time he’s too lazy to go skate

but will literally go skate at 2am (what is wrong with this boy)

aran and him make bets about which twin is gonna start a fight with the other first

played soccer as a kid and somehow still has all the skill

his playlists are godly

like he has one for everything

as a result his little sister ends up having a really good taste is music

almost let one of the twins give him a stick and poke tattoo but aran talked him out of it (thank GOODNESS)

loves boba with his whole heart

his mom always packed him ritz crackers when he was little and it’s still his favorite snack

he’s always chewing gum for some reason

speaking of which, his favorite flavor is watermelon <3

he daps up his friends in the hallway

snores very lightly in his sleep

if he didn’t get into volleyball, his friend group would probably be way different and not in a good way

he puts his hair up when it’s hot

atsumu plays hype music before games and suna claims to hate it but it actually helps him so much

oh god his posture is so bad

he’s really into snake tattoos

used to love drawing but he kinda gave up on it because he got discouraged by others

he used to wear loom bracelets

his music goes from hype music to garage rock to indie

people think he’s always quiet which is true for the most part but i think he actually talks a lot when he’s with his friends

made a tiktok account solely for posting all the dumb stuff the team does (mostly the twins HAHAH)

he likes horror movies (he doesn’t get scared easily)

he can beatbox

LOOKS SO GOOD IN WHITE

and also in stripes

he made a secret tiktok account and it accidentally blew up

his room is (unintentionally) a vibe: LED lights, vinyls, comfy pillows and blankets, a bean bag chair, etc…

he likes walking to the store with the twins after practice

he used to be such a bad driver oh my god (no one understands how he even got his license)

^ luckily kita made him practice with him tho

he really likes sandwiches

his hair is SO SOFT

running is probably his least favorite thing in the world

he owns a pair of these glasses

refuses to let anyone on the team look at his feet (he’s kinda insecure about them?)

can chug energy drinks like it’s water

he’s a hoe for ramen

has a black cat

her name is omelet <3

he gets pretty bad allergies in the spring and his nose gets all pink

his favorite picture pose is putting up the middle finger pfffttttt

i feel like he would be good at snowboarding

goes to a lot of concerts for underground bands (he probably knows them too)

boyfriend:

LOVES napping with you so much

y’all

also y’all

doesn’t tell you, but loves when you show up to his games

when you guys hug, he likes to tuck his head in the crook of your neck

OH and while you’re hugging, he likes to sway just a little bit (and they’re always really long hugs)

so basically his hugs are superior

he lets you paint his nails to match yours

likes when you do skincare with him

will literally bite you out of nowhere

he would definitely put his head inside your shirt/hoodie while you guys are cuddling

has a picture of you in his clear phone case

has a photo album on his phone completely dedicated to the cute and random pictures he takes of you

he likes when you run your fingers through his hair when you guys are cuddling

he’s so soft when you guys are alone omg

you’re his favorite person

loves late night dates

matching bracelets???? i’m thinking yes

he likes to ruffle your hair randomly

hates cooking for himself but if you’re hungry you bet your ass he’s gonna go on chef mode

could and would fight anyone who’s messing with you

he’s really good at braiding hair because of his little sister so he’ll just randomly braid yours

really likes holding your hand

if he finds one of those black elastic hair bands in your room, he’ll just put it on his wrist and take it with him (?? SIR)

rests his head on your head/shoulder when he’s tired at school

i know he doesn’t look it, but he’s soooo whiny when you tell him you have to leave his house

takes you to record shops

he likes holding your face in his hands (he just smiles while looking at you and it’s so cute)

he likes laying/relaxing at the park with you and just staring up at the clouds

play fights with you but he always pretends to be really weak (mostly cause he’s tired HAHA)

he thinks you have a really nice taste in jewelry

gives you hand kisses <33333

outfits:

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A Sky Full of Stars

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Fem!Reader

Words: 11340 (I know I say this all the time but this really was supposed to be a short one-shot but it got away from me because I just loved this idea so so much. Sorry not sorry.)

Warning: Nothing but fluff. Some kissing that turns into a heated make-out session that turns into a cuddling session.

Inspired by this tiktok by the lovely ameliagonzales who was gracious enough to allow me to use her idea and write this.

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote something that's fluffy slightly angsty and dialogue-centered. I'm not going to lie, this took longer than usual because of the lovely anon that decided to tell me my characterization of Din is hella off and I realized I don't care if it is because it's my writing and I get to do whatever I want with it. Let me know how I'm doing in the comments and reblogs are always always appreciated. You can add yourself to the taglist here. This is not beta'd btw.

“No silly this isn’t green, it’s blue.” The little girl put her toy away and brought out a new one, giggling at your faux pout as she shoves the new object in your hand and asks you what color you thought it was. You turn it around in your hands, trying your hardest to hide the hurt growing in your chest at not knowing what color it is. You think it’s closer to the first toy she gave you but you’re not sure. You’re never sure. You look at the girl and smile at her before setting the toy aside and wiggling your hands at her. She immediately stands up and screams as you run after her, laughing along with her giggles as you chase her around and watch as more kids join in and run away from you.

You’re not sure how long you’re chasing the little ones and you hear some of them gasp and ‘oooh’ when your young friend runs into a solid figure. You stand up and watch as the girl tears up as she apologizes to the man she just ran into. You’re immediately hugging her and assuring her that everything is okay, turning to the side and narrowing your eyes at the man that scared her half to death.

“Shame on you Mando,” you pretend to smack his shoulder three times and watch as the child in your arms sniffles between laughs when the Mandalorian tries to hide away from you.

“I’m sorry little flower, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You watch as the man reaches for a small bottle in his pocket and slowly hands it to the girl. “Here you go, a token of my apology.”

“It’s okay sweetheart, he’s a nice man...even though he doesn’t look it.” You wink at Boba Fett and giggle along with her when he sighs heavily and pushes the flask into her hand. She takes it and shakes it around, her eyes lighting up when the bottle shimmers at her ministrations and illuminates her hands.

“It’s so pretty! How did you know orange is my favorite color?” The girl slides down your arms and quickly hugs the hunter in front of you before running away and showing her friends. You look at her with longing in your eyes, wishing with all your heart that you saw the gift the same way she saw it.

“Still no color princess?” Fett questions and you shrug your shoulders as you make your way towards Slave I and sit on the ramp.

“Yup, same old same old. Who knows if I’ll ever see color.” There is a hint of hurt in your tone but Fett says nothing as he approaches you and stands to the side. He pats your shoulder once as he takes his helmet off and softly wipes at the visor to clean it.

“Don’t give up, kid. You’re still young...you’ve got all the time in the galaxy and you travel everywhere. You’ll meet them when you least expect it.”

“In this line of work? Yeah, I don’t think so Fett. But at least one of us didn’t lose the positive attitude. If I’m being honest, I was hoping to see color before the next supply run. The chances that I’ll live to go to Pasaana during another Festival of the Ancestors are practically non-existent. I heard they wear so many variations of the same color...maker, it would have been nice to experience that.” You pick up a rock and throw it away as you nervously ring your fingers and brush the conversation aside, not wanting to start the journey with a sour mood.

“Well, lucky for us, we have extra help on this run so it should be quicker. Maybe you’ll see color before you go?” Fett looks up and you follow his line of sight as another ship slowly lands just behind Slave I. You stand up and walk behind your old friend, looking back at the crates to ensure they’re still there before you approach the landing ship.

“Oh no, what poor soul did you manage to rope in this time?” You eye the ship and swear there is something familiar about it but you pay it no mind as Fett puts his helmet back on.

“Hey, I don’t always bend people to my will you know. He volunteered actually...he knows his way around the Narvath Sector and he might even tag along with us to the Forbidden Valley. So, be nice and don’t flirt with him.” Fett warns and you throw your hands up in defeat, failing to hide your smile as you respond with feigned offense.

“I’m not going to flirt with him.” You raise an eyebrow when Fett snorts at your high-pitched voice as he makes his way to the landing ship, and mutters something beneath his breath. The ship powers down after a couple of moments and you take a deep breath when the doors to the docking ramp slide and a figure appears at the corner.

“There he is...took you longer to land this time.” Fett yells to the other Mandalorian, not noticing how you take a few steps back as the man walks down towards the two of you.

“Oh well things just got a little more interesting now.” You break the silence and cringe when the Mandalorian struts past your friend and takes out his blaster. You hold your hands up when he points the weapon at your head and you watch as Fett strides to the two of you and stands in between your body and his brother’s weapon.

“You?” The Mandalorian growls and he tries to step aside and Fett holds his chest and pushes him back.

“Me!” You smile nervously and gulp when Fett turns around and looks at you. You swear you can almost see the look he’s giving you but you say nothing and hope that he can handle this situation for you.

“Oh.” You would have laughed at Fett’s response if there wasn’t a bounty hunter standing not five feet away from you and killing you a thousand different ways.

“You two know each other?” Fett breaks the silence and continues to stand between the two of you, knowing his friend’s short temper and your dumb comments might escalate this situation.

“I wouldn’t say we know each other. I’d say we met very briefly on-” You try to explain what happened the last time you saw the Mandalorian but he cuts you off. He pushes his blaster into its holster and you sigh heavily but keep your hands raised, afraid he'll change his mind any second and try to shoot you again.

“You almost blew up my ship!” The Mandalorian yells and you jump at his exclamation. His irritation seeps into your skin and you narrow your eyes at him as you walk around Fett and begin to nudge at the beskar armor with one finger. Your anger at his unfairness outgrows your fear of what he can do to you and you continue to push on his chest plate as you talk back at him and ignore Fett’s whispers to let it go.

“I did no such thing. I merely tried to fix your shitty cooling radiator panels but you scared the fuck out of me when you came up behind me and suggested I switch the parts, hence why I dropped the cauterizer and burned through the wires. So technically, you almost blew up your ship.” You’re breathing heavily and you’re sure your nose is flaring from how annoyed you are by the man in front of you. A few seconds pass between the two of you and it’s not until the Mandalorian tilts his head that you realize what you’ve just said and done. You take your hands away and swallow the growing lump in your throat as you step back and apologize a few times before you walk to the crates.

The Mandalorian stands there in silence, never once looking away from you retreating form, even when Boba Fett comes and stands him.

He’s missed this, and more than he preferred to admit.

“Little princess is fiery today.” Fett comments and notices when his friend turns and stares at him through the visor. The Mandalorian says nothing as he walks away from Fett and follows you. You’re in the middle of counting the supplies in the crates when you hear the crunching of footsteps approaching you. Thinking it’s Fett that’s come to help you move the supplies, you roll up your sleeves and ask him to take the opposite side.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at your brother. I was just annoyed because I was only trying to help and he scared me.” When you look up and see that it was the Mandalorian and not your friend, you drop the crate and stare at him. He says nothing as he picks up his end of the large box and waits for you to mirror his actions before he begins to walk back to his ship. Neither of you say anything as you go back and forth until all the crates are on his ship. You walk out and stand next to Fett, waiting for his instructions to see whether you were going to go with him or with the new member of the crew.

“So what’s the plan?” You avoid the Mandalorian standing next to you and turn your body towards Fett, hoping that he’d say that you were tagging along with him.

“You’re going to go with him.” You cease to breathe at his command and clench your fists when you recognize his tone. He’s not leaving room for negotiation.

“W-why?” The Mandalorian walks back to his ship at your question and you pout when you realize that he may have misunderstood your inquiry. Not that it mattered whether or not he misunderstood...

“Fennec...we’ll meet you at Iktotchon.” You look to the ground and shuffle your feet against the sand, turning back to him and nodding quietly as you follow behind the Mandalorian.

“And princess!” Fett calls for you and you glance at him when you reach the top of the ramp.

“Hmm?”

“Try not to get into too much trouble.” You look at him with annoyance and shake your head when you realize he’s just teasing you. Standing at the large doors of the ship, you glimpse one last time at Mos Eisley before you make your way into the heart of the ship. A few moments later, the ship powers up and you watch as the barrier raises and locks just as light filters through the area. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do or where you’re allowed to go so you remain standing where you are. Not a minute later, you jump when a voice breaks the silence and booms through the ship.

“Come up to the cockpit.”

You take a deep, calming breath as you set your things to the side and ascend the ladder to the cockpit. You come face to face with a door and you’re about to knock when it slides open and reveals the Mandalorian sitting in the pilot chair.

“Sit down and buckle up.” He says as he flicks on buttons across the board. He turns his head towards you to make sure that you’re buckled in before he raises the throttle levers and begins to take off. You hold back from saying something snarky as the turbulence gets worse, only shutting your eyes when it gets to be too much. You’re not sure how long you’re sitting there with your hands clasping the leather of the chair but it’s only when you hear the seat in front of you turning that you realize you were already in space.

You frown when you open your eyes and see the Mandalorian already looking at you, the tilt of his helmet letting you know that he was silently mocking you.

“What?” You break the silence and watch as he rights himself before he turns around and pushes the auto-pilot button.

“You’re a supply dealer who hates flying.” It’s more of a question than a comment and you can’t help but narrow your eyes when he stands up and continues to stare at you.

“So?”

“Not a good quality of life.” If you’re surprised by his response, you try not to show it as you stand up and face him defensively like before.

“Says the man who wears beskar armor every minute of the day.” It’s a low blow and you know you have no right involving his religion. But you’re fed up with his passive aggressiveness and you want to make sure he knows that he can’t talk down to you.

The Mandalorian turns away and looks at the passing stars of the galaxy, softly whispering for you to follow him as he exits the cockpit. You want to apologize for what you said but you hold back instead, following him down the ladder and standing to the side when you see him moving things around.

“This is my cot, and that right there is yours.” He points to two doors across from each other at the end of the hallway and waits for your confirmation before he walks past them and shows you the refresher.

“Help yourself to any of the rations. We’ll arrive at Iktotchon in four sleeping cycles so there should be enough food for the two of us until we get there.” You’re not sure what makes you reach for his wrist when he turns around to walk away. He stands still and looks down at the hand grasping his beskar before he looks at you.

“S-sorry...I- umm, are you coming to Pasaana?” You ring your fingers nervously as you look at yourself in his visor, taking two steps back when he straightens up and looks down at your hands.

“You’re going to the Festival of the Ancestors.”

“Yes. Well, it’s me, Mando, and Fennec. So I was just wondering, you know, if there was...if you had anything lined up after this supply run. Because if not, you can tag along...it only happens every-”

“42 years. I know.” He cuts you off and you’re not sure if his body-language seems more open or not but within a few seconds of chatting with him, he’s suddenly relaxing and leaning back against the metal wall. He’s silent for longer than you prefer so you force a smile and rub the back of your neck awkwardly as you prepare to tell him to forget that you asked since he probably has more important matters to handle.

“Ok.” It’s a simple response yet you feel your skin heat up as he nods at you and walks to his quarters. He hesitates at the door for a moment before he pushes the button and steps into the privacy of his room.

You let out a deep breath and stand in your spot for a few minutes before you slip back to the docking space to bring your belongings to the room. The ship is surprisingly more quiet than others you’ve been on and you remember what he told you about it the last time you saw him. A faint memory of how he defended the size of his ship makes you giggle. Then again, you’ve heard from Peli about the piece of junk he had before this and knew that it was barely considered as machinery.

“Maker, how am I going to make it four days on this ship with him?” You shake your head as you prepare to go to bed. The twin suns were just setting on Tatooine when you were leaving and you knew it was better to get as much sleep in as possible considering how quickly things sometimes escalated on these kinds of runs.

Surprisingly, things weren’t too bad when you left your sleeping cot the following day. The Mandalorian was already awake and cleaning his weapons. You bid him a quick good morning as you moved past him and looked for some snacks. He didn’t seem like he wanted to converse with you so you opted to stay in your room for the remainder of your waking hours. A voice in your head told you to keep the door open in case he did want to chat eventually but as you thought, he never once disturbed you.

The second day on the ship was perhaps slightly more eventful. Although he continued to pass his time in silence, he did manage to ask you to help him fix something in the cockpit. You were shocked he requested your services with ease and said nothing as he stood aside and watched you tinker away with the radar display screen. He thanked you twice when you finished and told you that he’d let you know if he needed your help with anything else.

The third day, however, made you wish you could open the docking doors and throw yourself out in space. You hadn’t seen him all morning long and you thought it was probably because he wanted some privacy in the cockpit. By the middle of the day, you jumped out of your cot and grabbed some spare clothes as you headed to the refresher, wanting to shower once before you landed on the sand-filled planet the following. As you walked to the door and pushed the button, you were met with a heavy fog escaping the room. When the fog cleared, you dropped your clothes and slammed your hands on your eyes, immediately backing away from the room as the Mandalorian scrambled to wrap something around his waist. You weren’t sure how many times you apologized in the span of one minute but when you heard the familiar sound of a blaster turning on, you stood in silence and waited for him to say something.

“Pfassk, do you have no kriffing regard for privacy?” He growled through the vocoder and you shook your head to try and explain to him that you saw nothing but his back.

“I- maker, I’m so sorry. I swear on my life I didn’t see anything except your back. I didn’t know you were in there...I really didn’t or else I wouldn't have gone in.” You sigh in relief when you hear him murmur to himself as he sets down the blaster and shuffles around in search of his clothes.

“What do you mean you didn’t know I was in there? The red light was on, which usually means someone is in the fucking refresher using it.” Hearing him swear shouldn’t make you shiver and yet you do. When you notice that he’s gone still, you assume it’s safe to look at him again. Taking a deep breath, you turn around and lower your hands as you muster up the courage to try and explain to him why you couldn’t see the red light.

And boy was that a mistake. You regret removing your hands from your eyes as soon as you take a good look at him. Turns out, the beskar armor only made him look more intimidating. The man was large, made to be a hunter. He was broad-shouldered, muscular in all the right places and soft in others. You unintentionally frown when you see his bronze skin littered with scars of all shapes and sizes. Maker, the life he led was worse than you thought.

“I- uhh, I don’t...I couldn’t see it.” You hated how much your voice broke when you tried to explain yourself. As much as you wanted to blame it on being afraid of him, you knew it was less about the danger he exuded and more about the fact that you could see more of his skin than you thought you ever would.

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t know it was red.” You knew none of what you were saying was making sense but this wasn’t exactly a situation that you thought you’d find yourself having to deal with, and with the Mandalorian of all people.

“Are you fucking with me?” He was less hostile than earlier but his words were still spoken aggressively. You couldn’t blame him really, especially when you knew how strict his religion was.

“N-no. I- my species doesn’t see color until- well, it doesn’t matter. My species doesn’t see color. We just see grays. I’m sorry...I should have asked before if there was anything I needed to learn about the ship that required me seeing colors. It escaped me. I’ll try to pay more attention...I promise you I saw nothing.” You take one last glance at the heaving, glistening body in front of you before you turn around and walk in your room. You shut the door behind you this time, knowing that he probably wanted some of his privacy back and that he would need to limit himself should you keep it open.

It’s not until a few hours later that you sit up when you hear a soft knock on your door. You stand up and push open the barrier, finding the Mandalorian standing in front of you with his helmet looking straight at your reluctant expression. You wait for him to say something and when he doesn’t, you raise your eyebrows and silently ask him if he needs anything.

“I didn’t know about your...I didn’t know. And I didn’t mean to scare you with the blaster either, it’s a reflex to- umm.” You nod at him and look down to see what he’s holding in his hands. “You left your clothes lying on the floor.” He pushes the fabric towards you and averts his eyes when he sees your undergarments peaking through the shirt. You thank him as you set them down on your bag and look into his visor again.

“Ad'ika?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry.” The whispered exclamation does little to calm your nerves and you’re not sure what to say to him so you nod and awkwardly smile into the shiny beskar helmet. The Mandalorian murmurs a quick ‘good night’ before he makes his way to the cockpit, leaving you as confused as ever.

You don’t get an ounce of sleep that night, the image of him in nothing but a helmet and some flimsy pants making you wish he had shot you with his blaster instead. You refuse to admit the rising emotions you’re beginning to feel towards him, mostly because it didn’t matter whether or not he reciprocated them.

You still couldn’t see color.

He wasn’t your soulmate.

You’re afraid to leave the room the next morning, not sure which version of the Mandalorian you were going to have to deal with. It turns out, there was nothing to worry about because not surprisingly, you got the quiet, slightly shy man chatting with you. He pretends nothing happened the previous day and you go along with it. You’re just about to enter the atmosphere of Iktotchon when you receive a hologram from Fett telling the two of you of the sandstorm passing through the meeting point.

As you buckle into the seat behind the Mandalorian, he takes a moment to turn around and call for you.

“There’s going to be turbulence.”

“I- I know.” You barely hold back from furrowing your eyebrows at his comment but then he turns around to face you completely and you narrow your eyes at him with suspicion.

“I’ve landed on worse planets.” It takes you a few extra seconds to realize what he’s attempting to do and you can’t help but laugh and break the moment. You quiet down when he turns around and begins to descend to the planet.

“Are you worried about little old me Mandalorian?” You try to distract yourself from the sudden, harsh shaking of the ship but the teasing does little to calm your nerves when you realize that the sandstorm was as bad as Fett made it sound. You shut your eyes and try to picture the calm nights you’re so used to on Tatooine.

“You know, you can just call me Mando.” His voice breaks you out of your haze and you growl in response when you hear a few sounds go off above you.

“No, I- I can’t call you that. I reserved it for the other guy already!”

“You mean the Mandalorian who already told you his name?” He claps back and chuckles when you sigh in irritation at his question.

“Fine okay you’re right. How about this? Can you land this fucking ship without killing the two of us Mando?” You’re screaming at the top of your lungs and grasp the belt around your torso harder when you don’t hear back from him.

“Mando?”

“You mean the ship I already landed ad’ika?” Your eyes shoot wide open and you look around frantically, only to see that most of the turbulence you experienced was due to the sand and gravel hitting the metal of the ship.

“Oh...that was- not as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Anything beats Maldo Kreis.” Mando says as he stands there across from you and the slight tilt of his helmet at your confused expression makes you realize he may not have meant to say that out loud.

“We need to go. The storm will only get worse if we wait until night.” You nod in agreement and follow him out of the cockpit to the docking station. Mando instantly regrets lowering the docking ramp when he sees gravel quickly entering the ship. You run to your room to grab the helmet you brought with you and lock it in as you return to help him with the crates.

It’s a difficult few hours on the planet, and you grow more irritated when the Ikotchi threatens you with less supply exchanges. When his demeanor suddenly changes and he asks you to take the crates and leave, you thank him and quickly take the crates up the ramp with Fennec before he changes his mind. You never once notice both Mandalorians as they subtly push their blasters back into their holsters.

You’re leaving Iktotchon later than you prefer, mostly because both bounty hunters find themselves in a heated argument that Fennec has to end not-so-gently. You don’t bother asking Mando what the issue was when you see him strutting into the cockpit, quickly strapping yourself in when he glances at you to make sure you’re safe.

It’s a rough take off for both his ship and Slave I, but you say nothing of it, knowing that he might not appreciate any light teasing at the moment. Once you’re out of the planet’s atmosphere, Mando puts in the coordinates for Pasaana and sends a hologram to Fett, letting him know that you would be reaching the planet in less than a day.

You want to ask him if you could help in any way but you decide against it and leave him to his thoughts. You want nothing more than to take a long, hot shower to rid yourself of all the sand that managed to seep into your clothes. But then you notice the state of the docking area and before you can talk yourself out of it, you look around for anything that resembles a sweeper and clean as much of the floor as you can. You’re thankful that Mando doesn’t leave the cockpit and when you’re done, you go back into your room to grab a change of clothes so you could use the refresher.

You think you hear Mando passing by your room but you say nothing and make your way to the refresher, halting in your steps when you look at the light and find it turned off.

Great.

“Mando? Are you in there?” You’re not sure if he can hear you or not so you try to ask him again a little louder.

“Mando!? Are you i-”

“No.” You jump as soon as you hear him respond from behind you. Turning around, you clutch at your chest when you see him standing in front of his door without the beskar armor.

“I- uhh, t-there’s no light. And I wasn’t sure what that meant really.” You’re ringing your fingers again, and hope that he doesn’t notice just how nervous you are in his presence.

“Well I- I rewired the electrical circuits of the refresher so you know when it’s occupied and when it isn’t. If the light is on, it means I’m in there, and if it isn’t, then it’s free for use. No more colores.”

You look at him as if he took off his helmet, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that he went out of his way to accommodate you when you’re only on his ship for another few days.

“Thank you,” is all you manage to say before you push the door and scramble in. Mando looks at the door for another few minutes before he remembers that he hasn’t eaten in a while. He cooks up a meal for two quickly and eats his share before you finish your shower. When he hears you walking out, he sits in his usual corner and brings out his weapons to polish them.

You smell food as soon as you walk out of the refresher and you throw your clothes on your cot before you make your way to the large space across the hallway. You’re about to ask Mando about the food situation when you see a plate opposite of him on the table.

“It’s yours.” Mando breaks the silence as he wipes in between the crevasses of his blaster, nodding towards the space in front of him to let you know that you could join him,

“Thank you Mando.”

Neither of you say anything as you inhale your dinner and it’s not until you’ve washed your plates and set them aside that Mando decides to break the silence.

“Can I ask you something?”

“S-sure.” You think he’s going to ask you what it’s like to not see colors and to only see gradations of gray but his question catches you off guard.

“When can your species see color?” If you were uncomfortable by his question, you did a good job hiding it from him. Mando watches as you push off the wall and return to sit in front of him, lazily pushing around the towel he was holding as you answer him.

“This might sound stupid and I’m usually told that it’s not real but I’ve seen those of my kind experience the second they could see color so I know it’s not just a fable we’re told when we’re young. Basically, we see color when we meet our soulmates.” Mando’s heart breaks when you throw him a forced smile, one he’s seen a million times looking back at him in the mirror.

“Your soulmate?”

“Yup, the person I’m destined to be with. My other half. The one that will belong to me and I to him.” Mando nods along with you as he stands up and hangs up his weapons one by one.

“I know what you’re thinking. What’s someone like me going to do at the Festival of the Ancestors? Honestly, I think it’ll be fun to attend it whether or not I can see the colors. It’s a rich culture so I’m sure I’ll enjoy it either way.”

“I can always walk around with you and describe to you the colors, t-the patterns even. If...if you want.” His suggestion throws you off guard and as earlier, you gape at him as you try to figure out what he was playing at. You think he’s pulling your leg and will laugh at you at any moment, but when he doesn’t, you realize that he’s being dead serious.

“That would be nice Mando. I might not see the colors but I could always imagine what they look like next to each other.”

And just like that, the conversation is over as quickly as it begins.

“Good night mesh’la.” Mando murmurs as he makes his way to his quarters, leaving you more hopeful than you’ve felt in a long while.

It’s a weird thing to admit but for the first time in years, you don’t go to sleep wishing you could wake up and see colors. No. You doze off wondering what it would feel like to hold his hand and maybe, just maybe, kiss it. You think of how soft his untouched skin must feel like and how calloused his scarred muscles would look.

When you dream that night, you see faint images of his lips caressing yours and his firm arms bringing you into his embrace.

And you wake up with a lazy smile etched on your face because those dreams, those sweet, lovely memories your brain conjured up during the night, felt as good as seeing color.

You can’t look at him for the duration of the morning, constantly pretending that you’re doing something or other so he doesn’t think you’re avoiding him because the last thing you wanted was to make him think you didn’t want to talk to him. But you just can’t find it in yourself to look into his visor. Every time you so much as glance at the beskar helmet, you remember what your subconscious conjured up and you stutter out a response to whatever he says.

Not surprisingly, Mando notices the shift in your behavior and he waits until you finish fixing the crates’ locks, which were clearly not broken, before he approaches you.

“Mesh’la.”

“Yes Mando?” You’re still not looking at him and Mando starts to genuinely believe that he’s done something wrong. When you try to walk past him to place the tool back in your room, Mando reaches out and takes hold of your wrist before you’re out of reach. You look at his gloved hand wrapped around your skin before you meet his eyes past his visor and Mando holds his breath because for a moment, he thinks you can see straight through him.

“You’re angry with me.”

You never realize until this moment that Mando tends to ask most of his questions in the form of a statement and it’s strange. It’s strange because it never occurred to you that he’s the type to perhaps jump to conclusions when he can’t read the situation. Setting the tool box down, you stand up and fix your shirt as you muster up the courage to respond to him.

“I’m not. I’m not angry with you. I’m- it’s...difficult to explain.” His hold loosens but he’s standing in your space and you think it’s because he’s not totally convinced by your answer and won’t let it go until you give him a proper explanation for the sudden change in your treatment.

“It’s difficult to explain why you’re not angry with me.”

There it goes again, that weird phrasing of his inner thoughts. You huff in irritation and Mando misunderstands your annoyed expression so he steps away and turns to look everywhere else but you.

“No, Mando...maker- yes it’s difficult to explain because you’re- no, not you. It’s not your fault it’s mine. I’m just not used to- gods why is this so hard?” You’re visibly stressed and it must be a sight because Mando comes back to stand in front of you and he rests one hand on your shoulder, waiting until you turn to look at him before he tries to break the anxiety-inducing silence.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. I- I shouldn’t have offered to walk through the festival with you. I should have thought of how uncomfortable you’d feel before I selfishly asked t-” You perk up at his choice in words and you’re about to ask him what he meant by what he said but he doesn’t give you a chance. “Please believe me when I tell you I only wanted to...I thought it might help.”

“You see, this is exactly why I’m avoiding you.” You’re not sure who’s more surprised by your little outburst but when his hold tightens around your shoulder, you think maybe it’s him.

“So you are avoiding me.”

“Yes okay? I am, I’m avoiding you because the last few days felt like a whiplash of emotions and I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. One minute you’re angry and quiet and it’s as if I’m not in the same space as you, and the next thing I know, you’re rewiring your damn ship so I know how to use it and then offering to pretty much waste your time during one of the most beautiful festivals in the galaxy just to make sure I’m enjoying myself. And...and it’s difficult because I feel myself falling but I don’t want to because I’m afraid...I’m afraid you won’t be there to catch me...because you don’t have to. Because why would you when-”

You’re not sure how you got to this moment but all you know is that you're’ suddenly surrounded by Mando and the cold beskar armor and his natural musk and this unique woodsy scent and it’s-

It’s breathtaking.

“Cyar’ika, I didn’t know...I didn’t know I was causing you this much distress. It’s difficult for me to- to speak my he- to speak at times. I wasn’t thinking of how I’m coming off and I was so busy trying to figure out my- my own feelings...that I didn’t stop and think of what you must be going through.” His voice is low and you think perhaps that it’s breaking with every word he whispers through the vocoder, so you do the only thing you think of at the moment. Reluctantly, you wrap as much of your arms around him as physically possible, hoping he’d understand that you were listening to him and no longer trying to ignore him.

“Mando-”

“I- I volunteered for this supply run.” You’re not sure how this relates to this current affair but you sink further into his embrace, hoping that he wouldn’t shy away from explaining why he’s bringing this up now.

“I know. Fett told me.”

“Did he tell you why?” Mando replies instantly and you furrow your eyebrows even though you know he can’t see you.

“N-no.”

“I- I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Ever since the last time I saw you, I’ve been at war with myself, with what I was allowing to happen. I knew you weren’t to blame with the cauterizer but I couldn’t accept my heart letting you...maker, I can see why you said this is difficult.” He chuckles nervously and you hold your breath in anticipation because he isn’t, he can’t be admitting what you think he is.

“W-what’re you saying Mando?”

“I’m saying I need you cyar’ika. I’m saying, I’ve been dreaming of you for the past 53 sleeping cycles. I’m saying, I can’t bear the thought of not seeing you after Pasaana.” You don’t realize how long you’ve been holding your breath until you exhale against him and Mando pulls away, keeping his helmet aimed to the floor as he continues. “And if- if you can give me a chance, I’d like to- I’d like to...well, I’m not exactly sure what you enjoy doing but I’d like to do it with you. You don't have to give me an answer now. I know I’m being selfish and I know that I- I don’t belong with you because you haven't seen color yet. But please, please consider this. Consider me.” His voice is much more reserved, lower even, than before and you realize it’s because he was probably considering not telling you up until now.

Your heart breaks at his last words because this was never something you thought you’d have to deal with. But looking back at the last few days, no matter how confusing or strange they were, you can’t help but admit how alive you’ve felt.

You know he doesn’t expect you to answer him right away and you know you should take some time to think over what he’s asking of you.

So when you lay both of your hands on his chest and ask him to look at you, Mando thinks you’re going to reject him and you feel his muscles tense when you step closer to him.

“I do...I- I am considering this Mando, I have been for the past few nights if I’m being honest...it’s actually part of the reason why I couldn’t look at you today. I woke up with this unusual thought, well, unusual to me. It’s been so long since I stopped thinking about seeing color and directed all of my attention to something, or rather, someone else.” You smile up into the visor and slowly reach to rest your hand on the space between his helmet and his cowl. The mere touch of your skin shakes him to his core and Mando has to clench his fists so he doesn’t lose control over himself.

“Today was the first time I woke up not caring if I hadn’t seen color because- because being with you, and- and talking with you and staying on this ship with you felt like I’ve already seen color. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I do...if I do, but I know that I’d like to give this, us, a shot.”

“You...you do mesh’la?” He almost sounds like a young child asking his parents for permission to have something and when you nod at him, Mando can’t hold back anymore. He wraps his arms around you once more, and carries you off the ground, smiling to himself when he hears you giggling at his dramatic display of affection.

He pulls away and you think he’s about to say something but a message comes through to the ship and Mando apologizes quickly before he ascends to the cockpit. You stay planted in your spot for what feels like hours before you hear Mando telling you that you’re nearing Pasaana. When you get to the cockpit and take your usual seat, Mando rises from his chair and approaches you, kneeling down at your feet to buckle your belt easier and ensure that you’re safe. It’s a small gesture but you know he’s conveying a thousand emotions in that little tap to make sure that you’re buckled in properly and when you smile at him, he reaches over and pushes a stray hair behind your ears before he returns to his pilot chair.

You don’t feel the turbulence once, mostly because you’re too busy replaying the brief moment over and over again in your mind until you’re sure you’ve committed it to memory.

Mando has to tap on your shoulder twice once he lands, and you nod in affirmation when he asks if you were feeling alright. The two of you make your way out of the ship just as Slave I lands. When you glance at Mando to ask him about the argument between him and Fett, you find him already staring at you. You smile at him and watch as he looks away apologetically. Maybe he really was as nervous as you.

“You’re coming along then?” Fett says to Mando as you make your way towards the desert and you pretend to focus on the dozens of kites flying in the air, unsure whether you were meant to be a part of this conversation or not.

Mando replies in Mando’a and you look to Fennec to ask her something about the kites to try and ignore the two men who may or may not have been talking about you. You’re about to ask Fennec about the colors of the flying toys when Mando steps in between the two of you and takes hold of your upper arm, pushing you ahead of the others so he could get a private moment with you.

“Is- are you okay?”

“Fine. He’s being difficult.” His curt answer lets you know that he wasn’t going to reveal what that whole ordeal was about so you nod and try to fall in step with him. You’re about to ask him about the colors of the kites when Mando leans over and whispers in your ears.

“Those two over there are red, like the color of the twin suns on Tatooine when they’re just setting. And, that one over there, the large one flying higher than the rest, it’s a dark blue...like the night sky.” You try to not let the proximity of his body affect you but the more he tells you of the colors, the closer you want him to get to you.

“That smaller one is light green, like many of the plants on Felucia.”

“I’ve never been to Felucia.” You admit to him as you keep your gaze on the kites, trying to differentiate between the colors but barely noticing a difference between the grays.

“I can take you there.” He offers with ease and you look into the visor and smile at him. “I’d like that.”

You can vaguely feel their eyes on you but you don’t bother to pay attention to them, wanting to spend as much time with Mando as you could. Once you reach the edge of the festival, you thank the Aki-Aki that approach you and wrap a necklace of flowers around you. You laugh when they reluctantly look at Mando and he sighs heavily at your death stare before he leans down and allows one of them to place a necklace around his cowl as well.

“Hey Mando?”

“Hmm.”

“Do the necklaces look the same?” Mando turns around and sees Fett and Fennec look away from the two of you. He waits until they walk the opposite direction before he looks at you and takes hold of your necklace.

“Yours have lighter colors...yellow, orange, white, pink and a few light greens here and there. Mine is darker. This is purple, and these are blue...and all of these are dark red and brown.” He points to each of the flowers and tells you its color, never once noticing the way you’re looking at him and hanging onto every single word he says.

When you hear the sound of distant music playing, you take Mando’s hand and make your way through the crowd, telling him that you want to see what they’re doing on the other side of the festival. Mando says nothing as you pull him through, only responding when you directly ask him about the color of the caravan fabrics and laughing when you joke about how he technically blends into the surroundings. And when you come across a large crate that you can vaguely see some designs on, Mando offers to make room for it on his ship so you can get it. It’s a long argument between the two of you but he wins in the end, telling you that he genuinely wanted to gift you something that you can remember him with and might enjoy some day. You almost cry at the unspoken implications of his words but when he shrugs his shoulders and hands over the credits, you quietly thank him and let the seller know that you’ll be taking it before you leave.

Over the next few hours, Mando never leaves your side once, even when you tell him that he should enjoy his time as well. You notice how he changes the subject every time you ask him to explore by himself and giggle when he responds with an opinion on some of the color combinations. It’s quite comical to be in the presence of such an intimidating individual who’s complaining about how ‘that blue doesn’t go too well with this red.’

As you’re making your way through the different caravans, you notice a table displaying a dozen large cloaks. Turning to Mando, you see that he’s busy asking one of the sellers if they have similar shirts but in darker colors. You walk to the table on the other side and look through the capes to try and differentiate between them. When you realize that it’s of no use, you hold one up and call for him to ask if he should buy a new one.

“Hey Mando, maybe you should get this instead of-”

The question dies in your throat when Mando glances away from the vendor and holds your gaze. Your brain refuses to catch up with what your eyes are seeing for what feels like an eternity and your hand flies to your chest and clench it tightly as your heart skips a beat at the sight in front of you. It takes a few seconds for you to inhale deeply when you realize that you aren’t breathing and you feel your heart skip a beat when you watch Mando strut towards you. He drops what he’s holding in his hands and takes a few strides in your way, not caring to hold back as he wraps one arm around your waist while the other rests on your neck and tilts your head so he could take a better look at you. You still can’t wrap your mind around what just happened and you’re not sure what he’s saying until he lightly shakes you in his arms and raises his voice to grab your attention.

Maker, his voice was unlike anything you’ve ever heard. It was hoarse yet calming, the kind of calming that one could only dream of feeling.

“Mesh’la, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” His voice shakes you to your core and your eyes shift down to his lips, tilting your head to the side when you follow the scruff peppering his handsome features and memorize the different colors of his hair. Gods, you couldn’t put a name to any of them but you knew you liked the combination of the light and dark outlining his sharp jaw.

“I- I don’t...maker. You’re...you’re-” You’re unable to form a coherent thought and as you reach out to touch his cheeks, Mando clenches his jaw but doesn’t dare to move a muscle. He realizes that this is the first time you see him without his helmet and he finds himself praying that you find him, at the very least, okay to look at. His hold on you eases when he feels the palm of your hand caress the side of his face before you push his hair aside. Mando nuzzles into your touch and he shuts his eyes to commit this moment to memory. The last time someone was this gentle with him broke his heart, but he found himself longing for a similar feeling with you. Only if it was you.

“N-no...please. Look at me.” Your whispered request drowns out the music of the festival and Mando’s eyes flutter open immediately. He looks down at you and can’t help but shift his focus to your parted lips as you try to speak again.

“Mando? What...what color are your eyes?” You hold your breath as Mando’s gaze softens when he meets your eyes again. He doesn’t know why you’re asking but he answers you anyway.

“Brown.” His voice breaks but then you’re smiling up at him as you reach for his cheek with your other hand and rest it on his heated skin. He’s not sure what brought about any of this but he can’t care less, not when you were here, in his arms, touching him so gently and looking at him like he was the only one that mattered across the galaxy.

“Hmm...they’re a beautiful color.” The admission sends a shiver down his spine and he doesn’t register the meaning behind your words until he sees your expression change to one of panicked shock.

Oh.

“You can see color?” Mando doesn’t intend to sound so accusative but his tone must have been harsh because you nod and snatch your hands away from him as if he’s burned you. You don’t dare look anywhere else as the reality of the situation settles in your mind.

It’s him. It’s been him all along.

“I- I can see color.”

Mando watches as you blink in confusion before you look to the side. You do a double-take when you see the vibrant colors of the festival and Mando steps away as you walk around him and approach a caravan hanging clothing of all color gradations. You ignore everything else as you softly trace the different colors and patterns on the garments before you walk over to the next little cart and stare at the vibrant jewelry. There’s so much to take in and you forget for a moment where you are. When you look away and turn your eyes to the sky, you can’t help but smile at seeing the kites gliding through the air. You don’t know which one you want to focus on because they’re all so pretty so you stand in there for a few moments to take it all in.

It’s not until you feel a presence next to you that you remember how you came to see this new world. When you begin to ring your fingers anxiously, Mando takes a step towards you and takes your hands in his palms.

“Cyar’ika, do you need anything?” He doesn’t know what to say and your lungs refuse to expand when you finally look at him again.

You spent years conjuring up different scenarios in your head to try and anticipate what to expect when you finally meet your soulmate. But standing here, in front of Mando, in the middle of the Festival of the Ancestors, you realize that this compares to nothing.

“I- I don’t…”

“If you want me to go-”

“No! N-no, please. Stay here with me. Stay here with...me.” Y

ou tighten your hold around his hands to prevent him from leaving. Mando nods and turns back to the caravan he was standing by to grab his helmet. You say nothing as he carries it and looks at you, but your eyes must give you away because Mando throws you a quick smile as he keeps it on his side and leads you through the festival.

Neither of you discuss the new development but you don’t ignore it either. You continue to steal glances from each other every now and then, especially when Mando leans over and tells you about each of the colors. Except this time, he doesn’t tell you so you could imagine what they look like. He tells you so you could memorize what each pigment is and begin to recognize them on your own. It’s almost as if nothing changed with how often Mando describes to you the gradations and patterns, but you know that this was far from the truth. And with the way Mando breathes softly against your forehead when he leans down to talk to you, you sense that he knows this as well.

He’s much more forward with his touches now, perhaps even a little shameless too. Hours ago, he would apologize if he pushed you by accident or shifted closer to you. But now, he was walking with you with one hand on your lower back and he would stand longer behind you as you asked about a new color shade.

As the sun slowly sets across the sky, you turn to Mando and wait for him to finish his drink before you ask him about the others.

“Do you mind if we don’t tell the others just yet?” You watch as Mando’s expression falls and you shake your head immediately so he doesn’t misunderstand the reason behind your request.

“Not because I don’t want them to know about us, I- maker, it’s just that I’ve experienced so many changes in the span of a few days and I want to make sense of things without...without someone asking me too many questions about what I’m feeling. I want to let this sink in? And- and I’d like it if it’s just you and me. Please.” Mando is quiet for a while and you think that maybe it was the wrong thing to say to him.

“Us?”

You can’t hold back your laughter at the soft question and you almost fall over from how hard you’re giggling at him.

“That’s what you took away from everything I just said?” You sigh in relief when he mirrors you and chuckles in return.

“I’m sorry cyar’ika, I- of course. Whatever you need from me.” He’s a man of few words but he somehow knows what to say to calm your nerves.

“Thank you Mando.” You say as you turn your attention back to the setting sun to watch the colors change across the sky.

“Din Djarin.” He whispers to you after a long while, and you meet his eyes briefly, your furrowed eyebrows silently asking him what he was referring to.

“My name is Din Djarin.” His gaze is piercing and you find it much more intense now that you know for a fact that they’re your favorite color. “So you can start calling the other guy Mando again.” Your heart skips a beat when you see dimples appear on his cheeks as he grins at his own joke, and nudges your shoulder so you could relax into him again. You say nothing and lean against his shoulder, resting your head on his beskar armor and enjoying the cold sensation against your heated skin.

You’re not sure how long the two of you sit there in your bubble and watch the festival as it continues on for, but you’re interrupted when Fett approaches you and clears his throat to catch your attention.

“We’re leaving.” The Mandalorian says as he watches you closely. You think you’re being subtle studying his armor but Fett notices how you continue to look between him and Din’s and he tilts his head to the side as he turns to his friend and barely holds back from smirking at him.

Din nods and lets them know that you would be returning with him back to Mos Eisley. Fennec is about to ask why the two of you are acting differently when Fett shakes his head as he looks at you.

“Until next time princess,” Din’s posture straightens when he hears the nickname and narrows his eyes at the man trying to get a rise out of him.

“Usenye.” You snap out of your haze when you hear Din growl at his brother and wave goodbye to him and Fennec as they walk away from you.

“Is everything okay between the two of you?”

“Yes sweet girl, don’t worry about it.” You flush at the pet name and Din notices how you shiver at his touch when he raises your chin to take a better look at you. He slowly leans towards you, never once breaking eye contact as he grows closer to your lips. “Is- is this okay?” He asks and refuses to move a muscle until you respond to him. You’re already breathless and he has barely touched you but you muster up the courage to answer him.

“Y-yes.”

He smirks when your hoarse voice fans over his cheeks and as much as you wish for him to take whatever he wants, you’re thankful that he’s being patient with you and ensuring that you’re comfortable.

“Sweet girl,” Din whispers as he finally captures your lips in a chaste kiss. It’s at this precise moment that the festivities begin to pick up but you don’t notice the fireworks filling the skies or the music growing louder. You shut your eyes and hold onto Din’s wrists as he moves against you and deepens the kiss. When you gasp at his ministrations, Din’s hold on your neck tightens and he pushes you back until you lay on the blanket he set down for you. You moan as he slips his tongue past your lips and swirls his tongue across yours. Fisting your hands into his cowl, you try to pull him closer but cry out in pain when the beskar armor digs into your hips.

“I’m- I’m sorry mesh’la. I didn’t mean to-”

“No no it’s...it’s just your armor. I promise, I- I liked this.” You gulp nervously when you see an amused expression take over his handsome features.

“Is that so?” You don’t have time to react to his question, squealing in surprise when he suddenly stands up and pulls you along with him.

“What- where are we going?” You ask him as he pulls you through the multitude of visitors and Aki-Aki. He stops abruptly and speaks to one of the natives before he pushes you into the caravan standing behind him.

“Din, we can’t just-”

“I asked for his permission. Don’t you know, all of these are for visitors who want to stay the night.” You’re about to ask him why you’re staying the night out here instead of his ship but you can’t seem to form the question because you see Din taking his armor off.

It’s mesmerizing watching him take each beskar piece apart but when he’s down to just his clothes, it occurs to you that this night might be going somewhere else. Your nervousness must show on your face because Din walks towards you slowly and takes your hands in his. He kisses your wrists before leans over and rests his forehead against yours.

“Don’t worry cyar’ika, I’m not… I won’t- we’re not here to do anything other than talk. I didn’t feel comfortable taking my beskar off out there so-”

“I trust you Din.” You interrupt his word-vomit and lead him to one of the corners of the tent so you could lay down next to each other. When you rest your head on the pillow and finally look up, you’re met with a small opening in the ceiling of the caravan that gives you a perfect view of the blue night sky lighting up with fireworks.

When Din finally seats himself next to you, you whine in irritation and pull him down until he’s on his back next to you. Din never once lets go of your hand and he occasionally raises the palm of your hand to his lips to kiss across the skin.

“Can I ask you something?” You don’t look away from the fireworks when you speak, not wanting to miss seeing any of the vibrant shades of reds and yellows as they broke through the clouds.

“Anything sweet girl.”

“Why did you take off your helmet? I thought your Creed prevented you from showing your face.” You hope the question isn’t too insensitive or private, and when Din takes longer than you like to respond, you finally turn to him to apologize. But Din cuts you off before you can even say anything, keeping his focus on your wrist to distract him long enough so he could respond.

“I had a son once, well, he wasn’t mine physically but, he was mine. He was a foundling by Creed and I was tasked with bringing him back to his kind. It’s a long story that I could tell you another time but...when I had to give him up, I couldn’t bear the thought of him never seeing me without the helmet. I needed him to see me, to know what I willingly gave up and what I had to do to ensure his safety. I’d taken off my helmet once before and even thought it was my choice, I didn’t want to. But in that moment, before I watched him go, I decided that he was more important than my Creed. He was...he was everything to me. And it took a long time to realize that personal connections and relationships weren’t a weakness, they were a strength. My strength.” You’re not sure when you turned to your side and nuzzled into his embrace. But you couldn’t focus on anything else but him and the way his eyes twinkled in sadness when he mentioned his kid. It was a shocking admission and you never once thought of him in such a role but looking back at the last few days, you didn’t find it impossible. He was kind, quiet, sweet, adn patient.

“I keep my helmet on almost all the time but I only take it off around people I trust. I’m telling you this because- because I trust you. I trust you cyar’ika. I took it off earlier today because I wanted you to see me...and also because I was trying to pick out a gift for you. I figured if I didn’t preface it with anything that it would be less dramatic but- little did I know.” The indirect mention of the not-so-little change you experienced earlier today makes you smile.

“If I knew you needed to look into my eyes for you to see color, I would have taken off the helmet the first time I saw you.” He trails his nose across your cheek before he kisses your eyes and your forehead, smiling down at you when he sees how relaxed you feel in his arms.

“It wouldn’t have mattered.” Your response surprises him and he pulls away and looks at you quizzically.

“I- I saw you before my eyes saw you, Din. My heart chose you before my soul did. I...I think I knew when I saw you again…I think a part of me knew that you were it for me and that it didn’t matter if I didn’t see color with you because- because you were...you’re perfect.” You feel a weight lift off of your chest when you finally confess to him what you’ve been feeling for the past few days and you shift impossibly closer to him to let him know that you were telling the truth.

“I’m not perfect mesh’la.” His laugh is self-deprecating and he only stops when he feels your hand slip around his back and hold onto his shirt like your life depended on it.

“You are to me.” It’s perhaps too forward for him and Din doesn’t know how to react or respond to your confession so he nods at you and nuzzles into your neck to avoid any more of your intense emotions.

“You haven’t told me yet what your favorite color is.” He tries to change the topic, not expecting your response to shoot through his chest and into his heart like a blaster.

“Brown obviously.” You answer instantly and without hesitation.

“Why ‘obviously’?”

“Well, it’s-it’s your eye-color Din. What other color could be my favorite?”

His heart ceases to beat at your adamant reply and he pulls away again to look into your eyes to see if you were teasing him. Instead, he finds something swimming in your eyes that would have terrified his soul had he met you years ago.

“Ner kar’ta,” Din moans into your ear as he rests up on his elbow before molding his lips with yours again. You don't know what any of the Mando’a means but you have a pretty good idea of what he’s trying to convey in that moment and you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him closer to you. When he lays back down and pulls you into his side, you can’t help but take one last look at the night sky, finding the stars shimmering behind the multitude of fireworks. You watch the different colors blend with each other, and you almost cry when you see the yellows and greens and blues mixing so beautifully together to create new gradients across the galaxy.

But none of them compared to the color of Din’s eyes. And you go to sleep dreaming of the moment those kind, dark, brown orbs captured your soul and whispered affections into your heart.

Translations

Mesh’la - beautiful Cyar’ika - beloved/darling Ad’ika - little one Usenye - go away Ner kar’ta - my heart

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