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ghostlyfleur · 1 month

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

eddie munson x shy!oc

contents: anxiety, curse words, friends to lovers. lovesick!eddie, inexperienced!reader, self-consciousness, first kiss, sharing clothes. eddie’s jacket is oversized on reader. can be read as x reader, but a bit oc too? carnival date.

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eddie munson is in love.

she is entirely inexperienced in anything romantic or sexual; no first kiss, never even got close to it. extremely shy and anxious, has a seemingly innocent aura, is a bit out of sorts, ditzy, with a sort of luna lovegood vibe. doesn’t argue with people, always tears up if confronted about anything, doesn’t have beef with anyone and is a lot more rational than emotional even though she tears up so easily. also doesn’t hold grudges or care what people think of her…

the thing is, she has been introverted her whole life, a very anxious person, and so doesn’t understand that eddie munson likes her because she needs to be told how people feel about her very explicitly otherwise her mind will convince her they hate her. anxiety is like that. and she’s the kind of person that has a hard time realizing that people can perceive their existence and have feelings for them, no matter what type of feelings, so even though eddie is not at all shy about flirting with her and giving her all of the attention in the world in his over-the-top, overdramatic way, he also knows that if anything other than the friendship he’s thankfully managed to build with her is going to happen, romantic-wise, that she has to be the one to initiate it— but she’s oblivious!

on the other hand though, she doesn’t even bother hiding her infatuation with eddie — it’s a lot more than infatuation by now. she’s always looking at him with stars in her eyes and laughs at his jokes and smiles that big, square, goofy smile whenever they lock eyes and constantly praises him because he deserves to feel as special as he is, right? and she goes into detailed talks about lord of the rings with him, likes many of the same bands he does or simply lets him play his favorites for her, and she truly loves to watch hellfire play dungeons & dragons.

her eds even made her a special edition pink hellfire shirt. ‘cause he’s a simp.

one day, as she’s out with chrissy and heather outside a diner, talking and laughing and catching up, eddie is close by somewhere with friends. his van is parked nearby.

it starts getting chilly, and eddie’s girl starts shivering, so she quickly excused herself away from the girls, “gimme a second!” and reaches through the open window of eddie’s van, making a mental note to grill him about it later — “‘cause it isn’t safe, eds!” — to grab his leather jacket thinking of how he has told her over and over that she can borrow it, that “what’s mine is yours, sweets. i don’t mind sharing if it’s with you”, so she figures it’s okay, right? and goes back to the girls who are fucking smirking like they see something she doesn’t.

it’s about fifteen minutes later, and eddie is walking towards the trio, simply because he misses his girl and wants a hug, when he sees it.

she’s wearing his jacket. his jacket.

in typical eddie fashion, he makes a scene— gasping dramatically, he clutches his chest over his heart and falls to his knees, because fuck what anyone around thinks. his precious girl is wearing his fucking jacket! and she looks like a fucking angel.

“eds, what are you doin’?”

“do you know how heavenly you look in my jacket? i just had to get on my knees to worship you.”

the boy shuffles closer to his sweet girl on his knees still while he talks and she’s flustered, okay? she’s shy and her face is on fire and she’s covering her cheeks and giggling. and because it’s eddie, her eddie, she’s not running away to have a panic attack. ‘cause it’s eddie and he’s being sweet, so she can’t focus on anyone else long enough to feel crippling anxiety or embarrassment. doesn’t even care that chrissy is cooing and heather is smirking.

“that jacket is yours now, you own it. you pretty much own me by now.” eddie says, on his knees, in front of her

“it’s okay that i took it right?” she makes sure even after his display of joy, ‘cause anxiety isn’t rational “you said i—”

her eddie knows her, though. he stands up, gets real fucking close to her, so close they’re almost touching, with this look of absolute adoration and “i’d give ya everything i have if i could, pretty.”

fast forward a few days later. chrissy kept yapping on and on to the oblivious girl about how “in love” eddie is, but it’s as though her brain won’t let her even entertain the idea.

that’s until she’s having a semi-regular quote unquote friend-date with eddie, something they’ve done quite a few times before, and this time they go to the fair. they’re doing everything couples might do, eddie is very aware of this, and he’s over the moon to just be enjoying quality time with his pretty girl until she spots a photobooth, “oh, eds! we have to!” and eddie’s desperately counting coins to pay. the pictures go a little something like this:

after coming up blank with pose ideas, they just look at each other and laugh, but at the sound of his free and bright laugh, she just stares at her boy like he’s a dream come true— first pic is taken, looking at eddie like he hung the moon while he’s mid-laugh.

eddie notices her staring and goes from loud laughs to breathless ones, a smile on his lips, and whispers a soft “what?”— second picture is taken as the girl quickly presses her lips to his, her very first kiss, and it’s caught on camera.

the third picture depicts eddie’s sweet girl nervously rambling “i was going to ask for permission first, i promise!” while eddie has a glassy, dreamy look on his face, slack jawed, looking at her lips.

and at the fourth snap? eddie presses forward to shut her up with another impossibly soft and tender kiss, both of their eyes are closed and his hand is holding her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek.

after they part from the second kiss, eddie acknowledges that it was her first kiss, a shy “was that okay?” to which his sweetheart just smiles really big and nods excitedly over and over with a breathless giggle. that was the perfect first and second kiss and she couldn’t ask for more.

they hold hands the rest of the night.

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starbleye · 3 months

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Megumi has always been good with his hands, just not his emotions. Until now. (cw: smut; wc: 2200)

Megumi knew his hands like the back of, well, his hands. Art had always been a part of him from a very young age. Finger paints turned into oils on canvas, sidewalk chalk became charcoal sketches. Most importantly, mud pies turned into clay sculptures. If there was one form of art that Megumi was drawn to most, it was pottery.

The minute he came into contact with those dollar store modeling clay kits, he knew he wanted to hold on to it for the rest of his life. He dedicated years of his life, starting with throwing together simple shapes and dishes manipulated by hand. As time went on, his hands became more dexterous in fashioning the clay to match his vision. Delicate yet firm touches to the clay allowed Megumi to craft his imagination into the tangible world. He dedicated himself to his art, he worshiped his talent.

Until you came along.

Unwavering, unshakeable Megumi was rocked when you first entered his life. For the longest time, he believed he was content with his solitude, abhorrent to unnecessary connections that could only bring him pain. He only trusted the porcelain of his heart to be held in his own hands, yet he craved for your soft arms to carry the weight of his fragility.

You were always the source of light in a room from the way you carried yourself. You were sound with who you were and rooted in where you stood, drawing the energy towards yourself with a subtle hand. You lifted Megumi out of his self-induced confinement, but you never pushed or shoved him more than he could take. He could never understand how a person like you could even stand to be around a person like himself; cold, apathetic, protected.

Yet you never looked at him in pity. Instead you saw Megumi as a young kid who was thrust into a life he wasn't ready for and commended his attempts to open up, as small as they were.

But Megumi knew he stood no chance at having you. His desire to have you all to himself was one sided, but he would rather wallow in his craving to have you in his arms rather than scare you away with his feelings.

"How long have you been throwing that?" you asked, shaking Megumi from his thoughts. He looked up at your curious eyes before looking back at the clay on his wheel, smooth as can be. Not as smooth as her skin, he thought to himself.

"Long enough, I guess," he replied, solemnly. The only reason Megumi was in the studio today was to get his mind off you and the date that you were supposed to be on. As fate would have it, your date stood you up and Megumi's studio was the first place you turned to in order to let it all out.

He sat in silence at the wheel, twisting and contorting some sort of vase that widened and narrowed to his heart's desire. All the while, you ranted about your latest trials in love, condemning each and every man Megumi knew wasn't good enough for you. "That's the last time I ever go on a blind date," you finally sighed, relaxing your weight against a table.

He continued to sit silently, overflowing with the urge to hold you tenderly and prove himself better than any other person who dared look in your direction. "Do you have anything to say?" you asked, fishing for any advice or consolation from your dear friend.

"I need to wash my hands," was all Megumi said as he slammed a fist into the misshapen vase out of frustration. Wordlessly, he got up and headed to the sink, tryin oh so hard not to focus on the perfect pout you gave him. How he wanted to run his fingers against your soft lips, to let his own lips memorize the feeling and taste of them. Shaking his head to rid himself of such thoughts, Megumi did his best to thoroughly scrub the clay out of his hands. All the while, a sudden fire lit inside his core, spreading through the rest of his body despite his attempts to quell it.

He turned back around to find you observing the sculptures on his shelf. One had caught your eye; the bust Megumi had created to resemble his mother. Lithely, he slipped behind your frame, maintaining a friendly distance but close enough for either you or himself to close it.

You sensed his presence behind you and, without turning around, said, "This is beautiful, is that your mother?" He nodded. "Makes sense, you have her eyes..." you trailed off, suddenly feeling Megumi become dangerously close. Risking it, you turned around to come face to face with those blue eyes, clouded with an emotion you had never seen before.

Megumi's throat dried up as he attempted to rasp out your name. "Please..." was the last thing he could muster before he closed the gap, hovering his lips inches from yours. He could feel the warmth radiating off your cheeks as he waited for you to reciprocate.

A second passed as you tried not to reel from the shock, but your body moved before your mind could understand as your hands intertwined into his obsidian hair.

A noise escaped Megumi's mouth as years of pining escaped his body in that kiss. Tenderly, he felt your soft lips moving against his, tasting faintly of cherries. His own hands moved from his sides to the space between your hip and waist, fitting perfectly.

Mindful of the delicate pottery behind you, Megumi began to guide your body towards the closest and cleanest table. Not once did he take his lips off yours, only opening his eyes briefly to make sure no one would get hurt. When your body hit the edge of the table, you let out a small gasp as Megumi's strong hands lifted you up effortlessly.

Still, his eyes remained forcefully closed. "Megumi, look at me," you said, pulling away from the kiss.

"I can't, I'm dreaming," he murmured, tilting his head down to stop anything from breaking this fantasy come true.

A hearty giggle came from your chest as your hand cupped his chin, then his cheeks, before gently coaxing his eyes to open. "You aren't dreaming," you assured him, leaning in again and leaving a trail of kisses across his jaw to his neck. His core was close to yours and you both could tell the other was definitely real.

Your own throat started to feel dry in a way you had never experienced before and your hands trailed to the hem of your shirt. "Is this okay?" you asked, starting to wrap your legs around Megumi's waist.

A look of desperation crossed Megumi's face as he let out a hastened "yes" and brought his hands under your shirt as you began to lift it up. Never had you heard a man moan as tenderly as he had when his eyes fell on your breasts.

And never had Megumi felt or seen skin as beautiful and real as yours. With a careful hand, his fingers traced the span of your abdomen, taking in the full sight of you. "Oh, god. I'm touching an angel," he breathed out. He continued his hands upward to your bra, unhooking it skillfully and immediately laying his hands on your nipples.

With skillful digits, he rolled the flesh of your breasts as if he were shaping clay. Megumi was already committing the feeling to memory so he could use it when he was alone. "More," you let out quietly, not entirely embarrassed but definitely flustered at being held so well by your best friend.

Abiding by your orders, Megumi tilted his head towards one of your nipples and used his tongue to stimulate them, causing a satisfied groan to release from your chest. You had already started moving yourself against him, so Megumi moved his hands to your hips to start a rhythm. He also began to roll his hips against yours to increase the feeling.

Still, he needed more. Looking at you with an approving gaze, you nodded as Megumi began to undo the button and zipper of your pants and quickly discarded them. "You're so wet," he said in almost a question, amazed that his touch caused you to react in such a way. His hand made a path to your core, pushing aside your panties and stopping at your clit to start rubbing it.

Megumi seemed to know how these things worked as he applied firm pressure here and there, changing direction and movement depending on your reaction. He watched your chest heave as you breathed deeply to keep your grounding. Your hands were grasping for anything to keep your head tied to your body. Instinctively, your legs started to close from the attention, but Megumi's powerful hand held your thighs apart as he began to slip a finger into your cunt.

"Megumi!" you cried, the pleasure building. He looked up at you, the cloudy emotion from earlier finally being pinpointed as carnal desire. His finger stroked your insides as if he knew it by heart. Almost instantly, he found the place where you were most sensitive.

For every moan and groan and praise you let out, Megumi responded with the same if not more. You could feel yourself starting to approach your orgasm and you leaned up to hold onto his shoulders, digging your nails into the skin. Megumi could feel you tighten around his fingers and let out a moan, imagining how it would feel to have you tighten and come all over his cock.

Without warning, he sped up his leisurely pace to bring you even closer. You started to cry out his name in warning when he suddenly pulled himself away. At first you were confused as to the abrupt distance, but your confusion was answered as Megumi began to strip himself of his own clothing.

Quickly, you ran to your purse and grabbed the fresh condom you had put there earlier. Megumi hadn't fully taken off his pants or boxers before you pushed him into a nearby chair. He obliged to your taking of control, whimpering when your smooth hands came into contact with his searing cock. You pumped him a couple of times before slipping the condom on, earning a stuttered moan with each pull.

"I need you. So bad, please," Megumi murmured, eyes lilting in your direction. Wasting no time, you slowly began to sink onto his lap, your breath catching in your throat as you stretched around him.

Megumi was not faring too well, hands flying to your hips the minute your cunt enveloped his tip. Trying to practice his self-restraint, he gripped your hips to stop himself from shoving his whole length into you. If he thought clay was his life, you had officially changed that.

You continued to sink onto his length, Megumi noting that your pussy was more malleable than the clay that sat rejected. Finally, you had taken him to the hilt, both of you letting out euphoric moans. "You're so big," you sighed, looking down at where you two were connected.

Megumi couldn't take his eyes off the angel that was now seated on his lap. The sheen that had accumulated on your skin had you basking in an ethereal glow and he could've sworn you sprouted wings that fluttered so delicately. The moment you two connected, he knew he would worship you for eternity and more.

You started rolling your hips, coming off his lap slightly before taking all of him again. You held your bottom lip with your teeth as you started to speed up your pace, increasing the intensity of your rocks as well. "I need to hear you," Megumi said, in between moans. A slew of profanities slipped his lips as you released your bottom lip and a chorus of pleasure spilled from your mouth.

His hands began to wander your body, trailing from your hips to your inner thighs, then up again to your breasts. He moved on to your graceful arms that were wrapped around his shoulders. His hands found their way to your neck and he loosely closed his fingers around your neck, causing you to roll your eyes back.

Overwhelmed and nearing his own orgasm, Megumi wrapped his arms around your back and held you close, starting to thrust upward to meet your own rolls. A white fog began to seep into the back of Megumi's vision as he felt himself get close.

"I'm about to-" you started.

"Me, too," he finished, holding you impossibly tighter as both of your thrusts started to increase intensity. With an incoherent slur of your names, curses, and moans, you both finished simultaneously.

Megumi released broken whimpers as his own seed spilled into the condom and he felt your warmth trail down as well. He held you on his lap, keeping shallow ruts as you both rode out your highs. Your chest was rising intensely as you tried to catch your breath, not bothering to get off. "How long?" you asked.

"Since I met you."

(this is my first time writing in a LONG TIME, i really hope you enjoy and take care of yourselves !!)

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi smut #jjk smut #aged up au #pottery

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theroyalyandere · 1 year

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Hi! May I request some headcanons for the yandere emperor & a fire mage? Maybe a fire mage that works for him/the empire?

yandere!emperor x fire mage!reader

authors note: I would like to make this gender neutral if you don't mind :> I added some spicy scenes but not full on smut!

content warning ⚠️: dark content, yandere, murder, noncon/dubcon, kidnapping

let's set the scenario shall we? you first met the newly crowned emperor as the new fire mage of his empire

when he first laid his eyes on you, he thought you were the most loveliest being he has ever seen

he kept his eyes on you so intensely that he never looked at anyone inside that room besides you

his eyes tell a dangerous story, so you look away trying to focus on the words of your master introducing you and a few other mages to serve the empire

the emperor immediately approves and makes a request for his servants to escort all of you to your rooms

a week in the palace, the emperor always took time to visit the mages' chamber to check the latest updates on everyone's work but actually he's there just for you

he's always behind you, following almost breathing down your neck

he keeps asking so many questions you try to keep up with him as he is the emperor

everyday, despite his duties he always manages to find time to see you even during your times of relaxation

he's very possessive and obsessive, he found out your schedule through his spies and every person you interact with your daily life

if someone ever gave a hint of interest with you small or big, it doesn't matter because that person will be declared dead the next day

it worries you what has been happening around you, you later confided with the emperor who has now become a sort of companion to you despite his presence by your side making you isolate yourself from everyone else

his eyes had a glint but his words were full of reassurance that no harm will ever come in your way, just continue being his little mage and he will secure you for life

you did as you were told so, you were often called to be by his side to the point you couldn't even work properly due to the amount of time spent with him

he loves to see you perform your magic infront of him, always watching with a fascinated grin

he indulges you and your fixation towards your experiments and he always gave you the latest gadgets and things that would help you improve

he also moved your chambers right next to his without your permission, despite your protests he says it's for your safety and so you will no longer walk far from his own

he makes it very clear for everyone that you are untouchable

as your relationship progresses his actions became a little more... Intimate

you found his hand lingering with whatever skin he could find or brush his hands on it

he also has a thing with pressing your back to his chest

you would not resist fearing for his anger when he gets too close for your comfort then he breathes you in like a drug

he took a liking to showing you as you were his spouse by making you stand beside him at balls earning the stink eyes of the nobles and whispers

it would definitely reach to him and immediately that person is either dead or fallen from nobility

one of the mages bitterly expressed the obvious favoritism towards you and the next day they were found dead

you grew cold when you found out, it's no denying who's the cause behind the deaths that has been circulating

however you are not a fool and you kept your mouth shut despite the urgency to run away because you no longer felt safe

the emperor could sense your anxiety and he knew it's only a matter of time he has to make extreme actions to keep you by his side

despite your magic he is still smarter than you

you thoroughly made a plan on how to escape the capital and yet to no avail you found yourself cornered by his men

you used your magic against all of them defeating some but they did not relent and still decided to pursue you

you felt something hit you and you fell unconscious

when you wake up, you are in a extremely dark place only wearing a thin robe with shackles around your wrists and ankles making you immobilized

your struggle echos and soon the door opens with the emperor coming in with a dim expression on his face he sits infront of you and tries to brush your face but you turn away

you beg him to let you go and stop the madness but your begging only spurned him on

"you think you could run away from me my love? I am not the emperor for nothing dear. you should never underestimate me. ever. again." he says with a growl his expression almost looks manic

it scares you what he has turned into

he gets on top of you and you try to kick him away

"tsk tsk, stop being defiant now obey your emperor and submit. I will guarantee you everything you want if you obey me."

he places his hand around your throat to stop the flow of oxygen and slowly your movement ceased then he let go

he gets closer to your face and licks the tears streaming down your eyes, his hands untying the thin robe covering your body

your nakedness makes your vulnerability even worse as your stomach fills with dread with what is about to come

his hands rub and grope your skin making you nauseous with his actions

he breathes raggedly almost salivating at the thought of consuming you whole

you cry out more

"If you don't stop from being naughty, I guess I have to go with the rough way."

okay this is kinda meh I'm sorry 😞

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #royal requests #yandere #yandere emperor x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #mage reader #yan emperor #yandere emperor #mage!reader #yandere x gn!reader #yandere x gender neutral reader

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afewproblems · 1 year

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I want Steve to find out about the simultaneous games that happened at the beginning of season 4.

That Eddie insisted that the hellfire session went on as scheduled, despite the fact that Lucas wouldn't be able to make it.

Lucas, one of Steve's kids, who Steve had defended from being beaten up, putting himself in the line of fire from that racist asshole Billy Hargrove.

Lucas, who had been pushed aside and alienated from his longtime friends just because he also liked sports and wanted to try and remain afloat in the ocean of high school.

Lucas, who loved his friends and and enjoyed different things, because spoiler alert you can in fact be a jock and like Dungeons and Beasts or whatever the hell it was called. Steve enjoyed Star Wars and could dunk, proof right there.

But all it took was one word from Eddie, and Dustin and Mike not only didn't go to Lucas's game, but they couldn't even be happy for him about the championship AND their final session of their long-term campaign went on as scheduled despite the absence of the oldest Sinclair.

Sure Jason Carver turned out to be a crazy asshole but Steve knew exactly how it felt to be caught between worlds and the biggest difference was that Lucas had always been a good person.

Unlike him.

One nice thing about his King Steve days was that he knew how to push, and he could turn it on for a day, just to knock some sense into a certain curly haired metal head.

"Hang back a sec man," Steve says almost casually as they exit Eddie's van after pulling into the movie theater. The kids tumble out of the open doors and race towards the building, pushing each other in their hurry to get in line for the second running of Highlander.

"What's up Stevie?" Eddie says, his dimpled grin comes out in full force as he looks Steve up and down, leaning back again the front of the vehicle grill. His arms cross loosely over his Black Sabath shirt and the various rings and chains sparkle in the high afternoon sun. He looks great today.

Focus Steve.

He clears his throat and sighs, trying to get into the heads pace from earlier when he initially found out what happened from Dustin. He had been absolutely furious.

But the flame of righteous fury had dissipated, leaving behind a cold feeling of disappointment in Eddie. It hung heavy and immovable in his chest, he needed to talk to him.

"Hey uh, I heard about the championship game man, Lucas's game".

Eddie tilts his head slightly, his brown doe eyes scanning Steve's face with confusion.

"What the basketball game back in March? That was like six months ago man? What about it?"

"Did you ever apologize to Lucas?" Steve asks, he keeps his face neutral, not wanting to influence the answer as Eddie scoffs. Not a great sign.

"For what Harrington?" And that stings a little, he'd been Stevie for the last two months or so, sometimes a Honey or Sweetheart thrown into the mix and Steve felt that they were barreling their way towards something new.

Steve swallows, he can't let this go, not even for Eddie.

"It was a shit thing to do man, to not let Lucas play and to not let Dustin and Mike go to support him--"

"Those kids know that the campaign comes first, that's the first tenant of Hellfire and they know that going in!" Eddie snarls, he steps forward towards Steve who holds his ground with narrowed eyes.

Fine.

"I thought you were above that sort of thing Munson, judging people for the things they like? Assuming things about a person and writing them off".

Eddie stops, his face paling slightly, his angry expression flickers once but remains in place as he crosses his arms again.

"Those games can't be rescheduled man," Steve continues with a shake of his head, "it's not even the school that decides the schedule for the season, it's the districts and the coaches, and who fucking cares if he was on the bench for most of the season? Because he played! And none of you were there".

Steve sighs and runs a tired hand over his face, "Not even his friends who he has known since pre-school. And with Will gone and Max dealing with all that shift from Starcourt and Vecna it was just the three of them, and you took that from him man".

Eddie stares at him, he says nothing, he doesn't even look like he's breathing right now and Steve feels like shit.

"I'm just saying, if you do that again, to any of them, to my kids," Steve says matter of factly, "then we'll have a problem".

"That supposed to be a threat, King Steve?" Eddie sneers at him, but his shoulders are dropping, and there is no true heat behind the words.

Steve shakes his head as Mike pops out of the double doors of the entrance and yells at the pair of them to, shit or get off the pot because what hell is taking them so long?

"No Eddie, it's not a threat because I'm hoping that you'll do the right thing. Because I know you love those kids and you're not an asshole".

He turns on his heel and heads towards the doors, leaving Eddie with the empty van. His heart thumps wildly in his chest, and the cold feeling in his chest spreads and spreads as he goes over the conversation again and again.

It stings a little to know that he's ruined whatever he had with Eddie but he couldn't let this go, friends don't lie after all.

He grabs their tickets, still buying one for Eddie --just in case, though the other man has not entered the building.

Steve tamps down the tight feeling of disappointment that grows the longer Eddie remains outside. If Eddie takes off, leaving them there, Steve can cover, he'll get Nancy to pick them up or maybe Jonathan --they're on better footing these days. He'll say Eddie had some kind of emergency come up, that Wayne needed him for something.

Yeah, friends didn't lie, but how could he break the kids' hearts like this?

They thankfully don't seem to pick up on this as they chatter about Sean Connery and what flavor of soda to get.

"Oh there you are dude! We thought you got kidnapped!" Dustin suddenly crows beside Steve, he turns to see Eddie behind him, a strange expression on his face.

Oh thank God.

"Nah, just had a quick smoke before the movie man, uh actually I wanted to borrow Lucas for a sec if that's cool?"

The kids look from Eddie to Steve, as though to check if he knows what's going on, Eddie hasn't been this shifty since March when Chrissy's death hit the news.

Steve nudges Lucas by the shoulder, leaning slightly down to say, "I'll grab your snacks, go on".

Lucas gives him a confused look over his shoulder before following Eddie outside the entrance the doors swing closed just as Dustin whirls on Steve.

"What the hell was that!" He demands with crossed arms and a scowl on his face, his blue eyes scanning Steve's own for something, some information about what is going on outside.

"Yeah, you guys are being weird," Mike snarks from over his shoulder, he's standing with Will and El who watch the interaction with curious eyes, "first you take forever to come in and now this?"

And so much for the kids not picking up on it.

"You guys are pretty nosy," Steve hums, deflecting with a small smile as he ruffles Dustin's curls and steps forward with the rest of the line.

Dustin glares with narrowed eyes and huffs, "Fine, I'll just ask Lucas about it".

Steve snorts, he isn't sure if the kids have even talked about it. They've all been friends long enough now that this one event wouldn't be enough to hurt this kind of friendship. But it's certainly been on Dustin's mind since he was the one to bring it up to Steve that morning.

"Good idea," Steve says with a smile as he steps up the the counter, he looks at the kids before smiling at the clerk, "okay what's everyone having, let her know".

***

The lights have dimmed and the pre-show has started by the time Eddie and Lucas make their way over to the seats Steve and the kids have saved. Steve hands Lucas his popcorn and soda, sprite and orange crush mixed, as he makes his way over to the empty seat beside Dustin. There is a wide smile on his face, and it startles Steve slightly as he realizes he hasn't seen Lucas with one around Eddie in months.

His heart hurts at the thought.

Eddie drops down beside Steve, blowing out a long slow sigh as he does.

He scrubs a pair of ringed hands over his face roughly before finally relaxing into the shitty theater seat and reaching over to snag a handful of popcorn from Steve's bag, spilling kernels all over the place.

Steve rolls his eyes and tips the bag closer to Eddie who immediately grabs a second handful.

Eddie is facing the screen, but his eyes are trained on the seat in front of him, the projection illuminates his face in whites, yellows, greens, and blues as the movie begins and Steve can't look away.

He eventually tips his face towards Steve, "You were right," Eddie murmurs before finally taking in the screen as he looks away again. Even though he's sitting nearly boneless and slumped in the seat, his shoulders are tense, upset.

Guilty.

"I'm glad," Steve whispers, and he is.

The icy feeling of disappointment that held his chest in a tight vice grip all morning finally loosens as he leans into the armrest and feels the warmth of Eddie's shoulder soak into his own.

"Thanks Steve," Eddie whispers, his warm breath ghosting over Steve's ear as leans closer, letting their hands brush in the darkness of the theater.

Steve closes his eyes, and lets himself bask in the warmth, even for just a moment.

#steve harrington #stranger things season 4 #everyone lives #protective steve harrington #mom!steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie isn't a bad guy but it was pretty shit how he treated lucas in volume one #the party #pre steddie #dancing around one another #hurt feelings #slight angst #where is all this angst coming from???#I dont think steve would have been very happy if he had found out in the show that dustin and mike had ditched lucas #but they are teenages so they get a bit more of a pass when it comes to this sort of thing

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violetsaffron5 · 10 months

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In Another Life (4)

Chapter 3 • series masterlist • chapter 5

4 | Commitment Issues

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader and Geto x f!Reader

An argument with Satoru leads you to the front steps of a place you swore you'd never return

Words: 4.3k

cw: angst, arguing, canon typical violence, descriptions of panic attack/anxiety

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It’s quiet on the way back to your shared apartment.

You’ve been wondering if Satoru saw what you did, though it’s fairly obvious he saw something, he hasn’t expressly said it.

After returning to the venue to mingle with your guests, Satoru kept his hand tight on your waist the rest of the night preventing you from leaving his side again.

He’s quiet, which is incredibly unlike himself. Happy or frustrated, it’s never mattered to him, he’s always had something to say about everything.

Which is just another reason to believe he witnessed your infidelity.

The walk and elevator ride from the basement garage to your penthouse is equally, eerily quiet until Satoru unlocks the door, motioning for you to enter, and closes it behind him.

“I thought you were done seeing him behind my back,” Satoru states as the door clicks closed.

The look you give him is a mix of shock and confusion, because you know you had never told a soul about seeing Suguru shortly after he defected. Your stomach curls in on itself with the look of disgust Satoru is staring at you with, icy blue eyes with a fire burning behind them.

It’s not a look you’ve ever been on the receiving end of. Despite his power and abilities, it’s easy to see why with one glace from Satoru, his enemies go running. It’s truly frightening, having his anger directed towards you.

“You know, I was really hoping you were going to come clean to me, going to see Suguru a few weeks ago,” Your eyes widen at his announcement because the only person who could have possibly said something to Satoru is fucking Ijichi, “Instead, I catch you fucking him at our engagement party.”

Somehow, the tension in the air has gotten even thicker. It’s hard to breathe, let alone think. There’s not much to say, other than the truth, even though hurts, “I just needed to see him again. Just to be sure about all of this, about us,” your voice is weak, shaky, “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

Satoru lets out an unamused laugh mixed with a scoff, “We’ve been together for years, and you’re still not sure?”

“I-I don’t know…” It’s barely a whisper as you run your hands through your hair and tug lightly at the roots in frustration, “it’s just- it’s complicated, okay?”

The feelings you’ve been harboring are complex and trying to sort them out on your own hasn’t been easy. You’ve been telling yourself you’re fine, you don’t need Suguru as long as you have Satoru. That you’re one-hundred percent totally happy with the man who’s standing in front of you.

But that’s clearly not the case when you used a note as an excuse to see him one last time before you married his best friend. Feelings that, with just a few words hastily scribbled onto a piece of paper, sent you running back to Suguru.

“Three years.” Satoru states harshly, “And clearly I’m the only one committed to this relationship since you’re off whoring yourself out to your ex!”

Your heart cracks at his comment, tears welling in the corner of your eyes, “Can we please just talk about this calmly and not say things we don’t mean.”

“You cheated on me at our engagement party, and you expect me to be calm?”

“Satoru, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say or do to make this better, I just… please. I want to work this out.”

His face is void of all emotion when you take a few hesitant steps toward him. His cursed energy prickles your skin when you reach your hand out to grab his, if you can touch him, hold him, maybe that will make things better.

Except you’re unable to, his infinity is up, protecting him and not letting you past it.

You open and close your mouth several times, trying to find the right words. Trying to tell Satoru this was a mistake, that you want to be with him and how sorry you are for the pain you’ve caused, but nothing comes out.

Instead, the tears that have been welling in the corner of your eyes finally break free, streaming down your face. You want to talk this over until everything is better until things were the way they always have been between you, but you know, all you can do is give it time and hope he doesn’t hate you for your mistakes.

“Three years,” Satoru states again, voice clipped but no longer raised, “That’s how much time I’ve wasted with you. Three years, and I’m still the only one committed to this relationship.”

Your brows are pinched as you scoff at his audacity, “How can you think I’m not committed?”

“You fucked another man at our engagement party! That’s pretty clear if you fucking ask me.”

Before you’re able to reply, Satoru is gone in the blink of an eye, warping out of the apartment to wherever he decided to go, likely the school, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Too many of them.

Running your hands over your face, you wipe away the tears streaming down your face and sniffle a few times before sulking off to your bathroom to get ready for bed, waning to just sleep the pain away.

Everyone always says you’ll feel better after sleeping, that things will be brighter in the morning. You’re not convinced that’s going to be the case this time.

In the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror for several minutes, the bright lights from the vanity shining into your sad, puffy eyes.

You don’t look like a cheater, but you don’t look like yourself either.

Your cheeks are flushed, skin splotchy from crying; eyes half-lidded in despair. You look as miserable as you feel.

There’s a heavy pain sitting deep within your chest, so heavy it feels like your body could crumple to the floor at any moment, and you’d be okay with it.

And you couldn’t blame Satoru if he wanted to curse you either.

He didn’t deserve what you did to him, he didn’t deserve what you’re putting him through or to be treated this way.

For as many excuses as you would like to make about why you cheated, the fact of the matter is you’ve never been able to control yourself around him. As soon as he touches you, it’s over, melting into him like it’s where you’ve always belonged.

The definition of high school sweethearts through and through, until he defected and left you.

Satoru was there to pick up the pieces, to mend you and put you back together, and you were there for him too. Two shattered hearts were brought together by shared pain and anguish.

You’re not sure when it happened- when your admiration turned into fondness; the feelings having snuck up on you.

The guilt, the first time you kissed, the first time he held you in his arms in a way that was more than platonic. It was an adjustment for both of you.

But Satoru has never understood you the way Suguru did. Never quite got your jokes the same way Suguru would. Never thought your achievements were near as impressive as Suguru did.

Still, you looked past it. Maybe your love for Satoru was a replacement for Suguru, projecting onto him but you were never going to be as happy.

And that’s never been fair to Satoru.

What you did was absolutely not fair to him either.

Satoru’s been gone for almost two weeks and you’ve yet to hear from him or even see him. You’ve gone into the school a few times, trying to bring yourself to work but each time you spotted Satoru’s students, and he wasn’t in tow, your heart would sink over and over again.

So instead, you’ve opted to take personal leave and lay in bed, day in and day out. Curled into a ball until you fall asleep, waking up to a wet pillow case realizing tears slipped out during your dreams.

You’ve tried calling him a few times, but each time you’re met with his voicemail box immediately. It makes your chest hurt like your heart is going to rip out of your chest and shatter into a million pieces right on the floor.

This letter has messed with your head more than you initially thought it would. Made you seek out your ex, reopen old wounds and cheat on the man who’d done nothing but love you in the worst time of your life.

There’s been a thought scratching at the back of your mind about your life, and who you love.

How you love Satoru and right or wrong, how you still hold a love for Suguru as well.

Staring at your ceiling, eyes glazed over as you look at the swirling patterns above you know you need to do something. Nothing is going to get solved this way, if you just keep laying in bed.

Taking a deep breath, you wipe the tears from your face. A decision needs to be made.

If you don’t make one, you’ll continue to hurt not only yourself but those you love as well.

And you don’t want to be in the same position twenty years from now trying to send yourself a letter in the past, wondering if you had made the right decision.

You’re standing in front of the same grandiose temple you found yourself in front of a few weeks ago. Thinking, once you had left last time, you’d never make your way back here again.

This time, you’re more nervous than before. Certainly less confident in the status of your current relationship, with twisted and confused feelings regarding the two men who have been incredibly important during different stages of your life.

The double doors creak as you enter the temple, and once again the same busty woman comes out of nowhere, glaring at you as her heels click on the marble with haste. You briefly wonder if she does anything aside from spying on you and patrolling the entrance.

She raises an eyebrow at your attire before rolling her eyes, stopping a few feet in front of you.

Today, you opted to wear your uniform, hoping it would help provide some comfort in coming back to see Suguru. Hoping it will act as a guiding light in this unknown time.

“Geto said you’d be coming.”

You’re scratching your eyebrow, giving a nervous chuckle that even after all this time apart, he knows you well enough to know you’d come searching for him again.

Rather than pushing past her this time, you let her lead you down the halls of the temple until she knocks on one of the doors.

You can hear Suguru give a mumbled “come in” before she opens the door, entering before you.

The room is empty, aside from Suguru, with traditional art on the wall and again, candles lit in various portions of the room. He’s sitting in a chair in the corner of the room with a bookshelf next to him and a small table in front. Suguru’s reading a book when he looks up, greeting you with his signature, calming smile.

“You can go, Manami,” He states without looking in her direction, to her dismay, you’re sure.

Suguru is in similar attire as you saw him last time; a gold-colored Kaseya over black Yukata robes with white socks on his feet.

Manami pauses for a moment, looking between the two of you before turning her nose up, walking out of the room, and closing the door behind her.

You’re sure she’s probably going to listen in on your conversation from the other side, you’d certainly be tempted to.

“To be honest,” Suguru states, standing from his chair and putting his book away on the bookshelf next to him, “I thought you’d be coming to see me sooner than this.”

“Maybe you don’t remember me as well as you think you do.”

He smirks, “Maybe you’ve picked up a thing or two from Satoru. How is he, by the way?”

“Fine.” You’re trying to answer as nonchalantly as possible, though you’re not sure how well you succeeded based on the knowing smile he gives you, “I’m not here to talk about him.”

“Oh! What are you here to discuss then?”

His voice is amused as he sits back in his chair, leaning on the table in front of him with his palm resting on his chin, waiting for you to continue.

“I just-” You take a deep breath in before clicking your tongue, “I need to see what you do. I need to understand, so I can let you go.”

He chuckles at your vibrato, looking you over carefully, “Very well. If that’s what you think you need, who am I to stop you?” He sighs before standing, placing his book back on the shelf, “I was getting ready to head to a mission myself. You can come along.”

Suguru glides across the room, placing one hand on your waist to hold you close, the other on your chin, forcing you to look up at his Cheshire grin and sharp canines, “You’re gonna need to change. Showing up in your uniform would be very bad for both of us.”

You swallow thickly, nodding your head and giving him an unsure smile, “I didn’t bring anything else to wear.”

“That’s not going to be a problem.”

Suguru calls Manami back in the room and asks her to pick out an outfit for you. She nods and says she’ll find something quickly, huffing when she turns around, catching your eye.

While waiting for Manami to return, take the time to look around the room you’re in, looking over the books and trying to see if you’re able to figure out which one Suguru was likely reading. He watches, quiet, letting you look through any drawers and papers you find - it’s pretty sparse, nothing of any real interest.

It doesn’t take Manami long to come back, a bag in hand opting to hand it to Suguru, rather than you before leaving once again.

Suguru leads you down the hall to another room, a basic bedroom with a large bed in the center, a couch and tv off to one corner, and a small walk-in closet with a bathroom attached. He directs you towards the restroom to change while he goes into the closet.

With Suguru’s seemingly everyday attire being traditional robes, you had anticipated something similar, not the sleek little black dress you pull out of the bag that pinches at your waist perfectly.

As uppity and annoying as Manami may seem, she sure does know how to pick out an outfit, with cute heels to match.

When you emerge from the bathroom you find Suguru standing in front of a full-length mirror with the fabric of a tie loose around his neck as he finishes buttoning up his dress shirt.

He smiles at you from the mirror, eyes trailing up and down the length of your body before stepping away to greet you.

You stiffen slightly when he puts his arm around your waist before relaxing into his touch more than you mean to, “You look beautiful.”

Suguru gazes at you with half-lidded eyes, watching the way your cheeks heat at his compliment.

He looks delicious with his ebony hair falling past his shoulders, a white button-up shirt, and black slacks - similar to what he wore when he showed up at your engagement party. You look away, clearing your throat because you shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him, not at a time like this, not ever.

You shouldn’t have let this go as far as it did either. But the only thing you can try to do is move forward. Make a decision and move on with your life either way.

Suguru takes you to a small cocktail lounge, to your surprise. To be honest, you were expecting more of a dingy warehouse or disgusting basement where he handles his so-called business, not some place so out in the open.

The space is beautiful with dim lighting and the quiet murmurs of patrons already sitting with friends, family, and lovers engrossed in conversation.

He hasn’t moved his hand from your waist from the moment he placed it there, thumb rubbing small circles on your hip as he keeps you close to him, murmuring in your ear, “Can’t have you wandering off. Who knows who might recognize you.”

“I-Who would recognize me here?”

You’ve certainly never been to this lounge. You didn’t even know it existed until now, but quickly realize there are a few people who glance in your direction as Suguru walks you to the bar, ordering your favorite drink. Some of them seem to be glaring at you or looking at you with disdain, you just look back at them with furrowed brows before turning your attention to Suguru.

It’s easier to make small talk with him as you wait for your drink than think about the implications of coming out in the open with Suguru. If someone who does know you sees you here with him, the higher-ups would instantly brand you as a traitor, and you’re not so sure if Satoru would bother coming to your aid right now.

Satoru has a lot of enemies, you know they’re out there, but you don’t know who they are. Not like he does. And just because you don’t know anyone in this room, it doesn’t mean they don’t know you.

The thought makes your stomach twist as the bartender hands you your drink. You watched him make it the entire time, more nervous than ever that something unwarranted may find its way into the glass.

Not that you really think Suguru would let that happen.

Suguru takes you to a booth, near the back of the lounge. You watch as the patrons in the bar laugh, chit-chat, and smile with the others they came with. There aren’t as many people here as you would expect on a weekend. The bar isn’t filled and most of the tables are empty, with seemingly only one person on staff.

“Don’t be nervous,” Suguru says, grabbing your hand as you lay your glass back on the table.

You look at him with furrowed brows as he plays with the tips of your fingers. It takes you a moment to realize your hand is shaking and goosebumps have prickled themselves all over your skin.

“I just- it feels weird. Being out in public with you. This isn’t what I expected.” You whisper, watching the way his large hand glides over your fingers and up your arm before wrapping it around your shoulder.

“I know.” He places a gentle kiss on your temple and a soft smile graces your lips before a pudgy, sweaty man in a suit takes a seat across from you and Suguru. The suit is at least two sizes too small based on the button in the center of his belly threatening to burst.

The man fumbles around his chest pocket before pulling out a handkerchief, dabbing it on his forehead.

“You’re late,” Suguru states simply, glaring at the man with sharp eyes as you watch him take a seat with a disgruntled look.

“This wasn’t exactly the easiest shit-hole to find,” he spits pulling a cigar out of a tiny case, lighting it, and puffing on it several times, “couldn’t have picked a place with a little more class?”

Suguru chuckles, “Oh, you don’t like it? I thought a cozier environment would suit us better. Or did you want to go to a club so all the patrons could hear about our plans?”

The man blows the smoke from his cigar towards Suguru in annoyance causing you to crinkle your nose and wave your hand in front of your face as you cough slightly. Suguru pulls you in closer to him, the scent of his cologne helping ease the irritation from the smoke.

“I didn’t want to meet in public at all, Geto.”

Suguru hums, “Let's head out back then. The smoke is bothersome anyway.”

Internally you’re talking Suguru so you can be far away from this sleazy man blowing smoke in your face, but you also recognize that Suguru likely has ulterior motives, which makes your stomach churn again.

Suguru takes you by the hand, and your heart flutters as he hooks your arm into his, leading you out the back door to the alleyway of the bar.

This is more of the aesthetic you were expecting. Dark, dingy, and dirty, small cramped space as Suguru says, “You haven’t paid in some time.”

“I don’t trust you,” the man replies, continuing to puff on his cigar, “none of the changes you’ve promised have happened yet.”

“Change in the Jujutus World takes time,” Your ears perk at his comment. You know he has flawed ideals but the fact that he’s still been working towards this insane goal right under everyone’s noses is incredibly unsettling, “Can’t rush perfection, after all.”

“Well, it needs to be rushed. I’ve spent a lot of money on you and your little following.”

You’re nervous, sick to your stomach from their conversation, upset with yourself that you’re here. A willing participant because you couldn’t bring yourself to leave Suguru alone, to let your past lie in the past.

Squeezing your eyes closed and taking a deep breath, you try to settle your nerves and remind yourself that you asked for this. Because you just needed to see how he is, how he’s changed, for better or worse. You just need to know.

Because if you know, if you see him in action and hear his plans you’ll be able to let him go.

You have to, right? He’s a criminal, considered the worst curse user. It’s only logical.

“Were you able to find the sorcerer I requested? The one with the black rope?” Suguru asks calmly.

The twisted feeling in your stomach is getting worse as you look around, listening to their conversation. It’s oddly quiet. No hustle and bustle from the road down the ally, no sound other than the two men talking.

The area surrounding you is tinged and distorted as well. You were so consumed with following Suguru and what his plan was that you didn’t even realize a veil was put up around the bar.

“I did. Somewhere in Africa, maybe Kenya, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway. He’ll only work for the right price and under the right conditions.”

“That really shouldn’t be a problem,” Suguru smirks, “Don’t worry about paying, you’re no longer of use to me.”

You’re not sure when he got it ready but Suguru now holds a small black sphere, grinning as he releases a giant centipede from the confines of the orb. It slithers across the floor, charging towards the man who screams as he backs away, trying to run out of the ally to the sidewalk.

You know he won’t make it. Even if he manages to get away from this curse somehow, Suguru would find him, no matter what.

Suguru came here tonight prepared to kill the man, whether he gave the information Suguru was looking for or not. It didn’t really matter to him and the realization brings an acidic burn to the base of your throat.

The curse easily catches up to him, coiling its body around the man, squeezing tight.

The muffled screams of the man can be heard as you look away, tears streaming down your cheeks, breath hitching with each crunch of bone as it strangles him. The sound of bones breaking and popping isn’t uncommon in your line of work, but it’s incredibly horrifying when it’s a seemingly innocent man.

It takes everything in you not to scream and run away yourself. Or try to fight Suguru, though you know there’d be no chance of winning.

You’re jittery and anxious and it feels like your world is about to collapse in on itself because now you’ve seen Suguru in action - now you know what he’s fully capable of.

Of course, you knew. You had been told repeatedly of the crimes he committed but part of you still needed to see it in order to believe it.

And what frightens you the most isn’t that he just committed this heinous crime in front of you without a second thought.

It’s that you’re still not afraid of him. That you can’t bring yourself to run, to call Satoru and tell him where you are, what you’ve witnessed, and beg for forgiveness for your part in this.

Your eyes are squeezed closed, fists closed in tight little balls when you feel gentle fingers below your chin turn your head.

Opening your eyes, Suguru stands with gentle eyes and a kind smile and you wonder how he can be so calm about all of this.

You’re supposed to protect those who can’t protect themselves, but you didn’t even try to stop him. You just looked away.

Tears are streaming down your face in quick succession, you’re panicking, hyperventilating, and unable to catch your breath, “y-you just k-killed him. For no reason!”

“He played his part. I didn’t need him anymore.”

“Who was he?”

Suguru eyes you for a moment, clenching his jaw, “Someone who won’t be missed. A weakling, a monkey who had resources and money. Told him if he helped, we’d make a place for him in the new world.”

“So you just killed him?”

“Yes.”

You shake your head, at a loss for words. Even if you knew what you wanted to say, you’re not sure anything would come out. You want to scream and cry and run away but at the same time, you also don’t want to leave.

“You’ve seen enough,” Suguru wipes away a few tears with his thumb. Your eyes are red and puffy and you sniffle several times, “It’s time we get you back home.”

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ace-and-the-rpg-horrors · 5 months

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i would like to share my little PJSK fantasy AU :>

so basically, in a kingdom ruled by the Otori family, there are witches being hunted down by the royal family's knights as they have been deemed a threat and are looked down upon in their society.

said witches include all MMJ members, Rui, Nene, Kanade and Ena. one discovers that they possess witchcraft abilities when they turn thirteen. the MMJ members befriended each other very soon after discovering that they had it in common and became quite well-known in the underground witch community due to being particularly skilled, while Rui and Nene tried to be much more secretive about their abilities in fear of being outcast. they performed shows together in town, Rui being quite invested in the art of combining magic and tech.

however, one day, Rui accidentally outed both himself and Nene in front of a whole audience upon getting a bit too ambitious in trying out this one spell while Nene's on stage- it went wrong and out of stress, Nene accidentally cast some magic in front of everyone (witches, especially those on the younger side, have a tendency to cause accidental magic when feeling strong emotion), so they both fled from their homes, taking refuge in the woods surrounding the village where they discovered other witches- MMJ- hiding there too and are invited to their hideout.

Ena was disowned immediately when her magical side was revealed and Kanade always knew she would likely be a witch as both her parents were- her mother was executed for it and her father was so torn up by it that he also soon passed. back when they were both just over thirteen, Ena, lost and helpless, stumbled upon Kanade's family mansion hidden in the woods- only other witches are able to see it, so Kanade immediately knew that Ena must be one and took her in.

on the other side of things, the more experienced knights are Tsukasa, Mizuki, Akito and Shiho. Saki and Toya are apprentice knights, each having been assigned a qualified knight as a mentor- Saki, her brother and Toya, Akito. Shiho and Akito have an understanding between them as they both harbour some resentment towards their sisters for being witches- though secretly, they both miss them very much and are more so upset that Shizuku and Ena weren't able to hide it and therefore forced to run away, rather than angry regarding the actual witchcraft.

then, there's Princess Emu, who actually quite likes the idea of the witches and has often begged her family (ahem, her brothers, ahem) to stop outlawing, imprisoning and executing them. of course, not very successfully. Princess Mafuyu, from another kingdom, is currently living with the Otori family as a sort of ambassador. Ichika and Honami are Emu's personal guards while Kohane and An are Mafuyu's. however- Mafuyu is secretly a witch herself and is doing her very best to keep it hidden...

card outfits involved (pictures undercut):

Shizuku, Minori, Haruka and Airi from the witch set

Kanade and Ena from the immiscible discord set

Nene from the our happy ending set

Rui, Toya and Saki from the White Day set

Tsukasa, Mizuki, Akito and Shiho from the knight set

Emu from the Valentine's Day set

Ichika and Honami from the live with memories set

Mafuyu from the dark festa set

Kohane and An from the light up the fire set

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iheartred · 2 years

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i LOVE ur writing n it’s perfect because i need to consume more media abt the black phone. could i request the black phone x reader where reader is rlly feminine? idk how to word it sorry i hope u get it😭😭

The blackphone x reader

m.list

Them with Feminine!reader

cw : fluff/crack / reader has no distinct gender but is feminine !!(they/them will still be used!!)

a/n : I understand this in a way (I think??) I hope everyone else understands too, and I'm hoping this is what you meant whsjsh😭

(After writing this I think this is just more of a really pretty and kind!reader oo my bad whsjsh,also this will be pretty short whdjd)

Finney Blake :

Doesnt know how to be around you

Like he's always so nervous, whether it'd be your very kind and soft personality or you're entire style that take his breath away

He's like just amazed at how pretty you can be dude :C

You : Hey Finn! What are we doing in class toda- you good??

Finney(sweating) : never been better!

You : okay??

he will try to compliment you and by try I mean he'll walk up to you, stare at you like you're a God, look down, then walk away

And you're just standing there with your friends wondering what that was all about

Friend : huh?? Was he gonna ask you out or something

Robin (from the sidelines) : he was gonna say you looked nice y/n

You : oh! Tell him I said thanks!

He'd tell you over the phone how sorry he was about how weird he was

Robin Arellano :

" Eres Bonita "(You're pretty)

Is all he'd say outlook before saying it was nothing when he realized you didn't hear him

He will literally always be trying to impress you, intentionally or unintentionally he will do so

He'll literally pick you up if you said your legs were hurting

Helps you fix your makeup because he always sees his mom during her makeup and she taught him how to do a girls makeup if he ever wanted to really impress a person

You : Wow!! My makeup looks even better than before Robin, thanks so much

Robin : Ofcourse no pro-

And then you'd kiss him on the cheek as a real thank you then you'd run off saying "OKAY SEE YOU TOMORROW BYEBYE ROBIN!!!"

Bruce yamada :

Will steal your sweaters as a joke because you said he'd never rock any sort of outfit you wear

Lowkey kinda likes these sweaters, won't ever admit that though

Will do your nails with you

You : Bruce you're literally painting my entire finger at this point stop

Bruce : whattt noo that's craz-

You : Bruce. I don't have nail polish remover. Please

Then he'd stop..

Then paint you finger again and run away

Loves to show off when he's at a game and you're there, will be on 170% during the entirety of the game

If his team coach ever found out it was you who fired him up like this, expect your mother calling you down to tell you that it was the coach for the 50th time that week

Loves doing you hair, since he has a little sister I can imagine him doing her hair whenever his mom is out and about or she would just rather that her older and cooler brother do it for her

Vance Hopper :

Is probably also really nervous around you

Doesnt show or admit it though because letting someone like you ruin his reputation of being a hard-core tough guy would be embarrassing

Now this doesn't mean he'll straight up ignore you, or be rude towards you it just means he won't ever let himself be seen blushing whenever you tell him how pretty he can be too

Vance : That's embarrassing literally shut up

You : It's not though! You really are pretty, like your hair and you're eyes are just really-

And then all you can hear is rambling from your end and a Vance who's trying really hard not to show that's he's extremely flustered by this

if he felt like the day was going pretty great, he'd definitely be very openly kind to you

Telling you how gorgeous you looked, complimenting your hand writing, letting his hand linger a little longer on yours when he tried reaching for his paper

Anyways, I feel like if you asked him on this particular day he'd MAYBE let you put his hair up not in public but you know it still works

Billy Showalter :

Is nervous around you, like whenever you're out in the morning waiting for the daily newspaper he always makes sure your last so he gets a lot of time to spare so he can talk to you

Billy : goodmorning y/n

You : Goodmorning Billy! Thanks for the newspaper!

You say slightly shouting it

He loves when you talk to him, especially when you ask him for help, specifically

He knows anyone would ask for help, but when you ask it's like an angel just put a blessing upon him

will help you put your hair up with your pins, and loves to compliment them

Billy : your pins are very cute

You : thanks Billy, I get them from Walmart they cost like one dollar, sometimes even just 50 cents!

Next thing you know, Billy comes up to you with different pins whenever they have new ones in-stock

Is flustered around you a lot, but never shows it

But his front breaks whenever you pat him on the shoulder and tell him he did a good job, or thank him for helping you study for the test that day

You always walk away and never realize that you leave him a blushing mess of a man

☆ ☆ ☆

#The blackphone #the blackphone x reader #the blackphone headcanons #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #Bruce yamada x reader

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amhrosina · 2 years

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The Punisher vs. The Cat (Frank Castle x Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: Coming out of my cave where I'm in the middle of some intense planning for a Frank fic to post this! Requested by a nonnie - they used she/her pronouns in their request, so I made the reader female, but it's only mentioned one time in the entire fic, and it's a sentence in passing, so it could be almost gender neutral if you squint! I hope you enjoy!

My requests are open, but please be patient! I'm currently working my way through them while also planning/writing the opening chapters to the fic I mentioned in my author's note.

Request: Hello! Can you do a Frank x reader where she has a cat who’s kinda jealous of Frank? but warms up to him eventually

Summary: Your cat, Mister, has beef with Frank because he feels like he doesn't get enough attention from you anymore.

(Warnings: illusions to smut (but no actual smut), your cat being an asshole, mentions of blood, frank being a soft!boy for reader)

You watched the clock as its hand passed over the two, gnawing at your bottom lip. You’d been sitting in your kitchen for over an hour, silently and patiently waiting for Frank to come home. You knew Frank was likely the most dangerous person out on the streets tonight, but that didn’t keep you from worrying about him.

Your cat, Mister, purred in your lap, begging for your attention. Your hand had been running along his soft belly absentmindedly since you sat down, but Mister was an attention-whore, sort of like his mother, so you figured he had deemed your attempt at affection as “not enough”.

A clang of metal from the fire escape had you lifting Mister up and setting him on the floor. Frank always made some kind of noise to let you know he was coming in. He wasn’t going to make the mistake of surprising you again. The first time he’d ever come in through an entrance that wasn’t the door, you had jumped at least three feet in the air and shattered the glass of wine you’d been drinking.

Frank’s large form squeezed through the window and your heart thumped a little faster than usual. Every time you saw him, it took you a second to remember that Frank was yours. It was a fact, but one that you still had a hard time wrapping your head around. It felt impossible that Frank, stone cold and relentless Frank, could ever feel anything for you, yet here he was, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead as a hello.

“Is that your blood, or the other guys?” You whisper, eyeing the wet spots near his collarbone on his black shirt.

“The other guys.” He responds, tightening his hold on you.

You rose to your tiptoes, leveraging your weight against his, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He responded almost immediately, pulling your body impossibly closer to his. It wasn’t always like this when he came home, but when he acted like this, you knew it had been a long night.

His tongue scraped against yours and your knees began to buckle. An alarming howling coming from the kitchen had both you and Frank lurching away from the hold, ready to protect the other from harm. You rolled your eyes and groaned when you found the source of the howling.

Mister was sitting on the counter, eyeing Frank with distaste in his eyes. Frank narrowed his eyes at Mister, stalking towards him like he would do towards an actual threat. Mister let out a hiss, which made you roll your eyes again. You stepped in front of Frank, reaching out to first scratch Mister’s head, then pull him into your arms.

“Mister, tell Frank you’re sorry.” You mumble into his fur.

Frank was doing a poor job at holding in his laugh. He couldn’t think of anything more ridiculous than you holding your cat out in front of you and telling him to apologize for hissing. Mister lets out another hiss towards Frank and jumps from your arms, scurrying into your bedroom.

“He’s never going to accept me.” Frank pretends he’s been shot in the heart, covering the left side of his chest with both hands.

You roll your eyes for the third time in less than a minute, and playfully shove Frank’s arm.

“You just need to bond with him. He’s not used to another man in the house! When I adopted him, it was under the pretense that he would be raised by a single mother.”

“Yeah, well. It’s time he grew up a little. Maybe paid a bill or two around here. The least he could do is let his mom have some fun.”

Frank is smiling, stalking towards you again. You push yourself up on the counter, opening your legs and beckoning him towards you.

“What kind of fun?” You ask, innocently. Frank’s eyes have grown hazy and lustful again, and you can’t help but feel a little spark of excitement in your blood at his gaze. You were in for a long night.

Later, long after Frank had taken care of you in more ways than one, Frank watched as you slept peacefully in his arms. Your bare body was pressed against his, and the sheets were barely covering your tits. If he could stay here forever, he thought, he would do it in a heartbeat.

Unfortunately, he could hear his phone buzzing in the living room where he’d thrown it earlier in his haste to get undressed. He carefully unwrapped himself from your hold, sneaking quietly to the dark living room and slipping on his underwear before picking up his phone. He groaned. It was Madani, probably with another case for him to investigate.

He sat on couch, hunkering down before Madani began her spiel that would inevitably take her 25 minutes to get through. A small weight on his thigh made him jump a little. Mister was sitting on the couch next to him, pressing his little paws into Frank’s bare skin.

Frank was weary at first, not trusting Mister to not dig his nails into his thigh as soon as his guard was down. Mister, however, must’ve had a new agenda, because he began to purr, slowly climbing into Frank’s lap before laying down and making himself comfortable.

A few hours later, a soft morning light filtered through the window, coaxing you awake. Confusion overtook your senses immediately. Frank wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye, or at the very least without leaving you a note.

You jumped from your bed and grabbed the clothes closest to you, which ended up being a pair of large sweatpants and one of Frank’s sweatshirts. You hurried through the door, stopping short when you saw Frank sitting on the couch. He was in a sitting position, but he was asleep. Mister was stretched out on his lap, legs in the air.

You couldn’t help the dopey smile that overtook your face. Mister jumped down from Frank’s legs, meowing as he made his way towards you. Frank grunted awake, looking around in confusion.

“I didn’t know you two were so buddy-buddy.” You chuckled.

“He fell asleep on my lap. I didn’t want to move and risk the truce.” Frank ran his hands over his face a few times, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You curl into Frank’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He immediately latched on to you, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Frankie, you gentleman. Does that mean he likes you now?” You wonder, looking over your shoulder at Mister.

Mister lets out a small hiss in response. Frank’s chest shakes with laughter, and you groan.

“Baby steps, sweetheart. We’ll get there.”

End note: I hope you liked it! You didn't request smut, but I didn't want to make it too fluffy, so I just did a fade to black instead. I'm soooo excited about this fic I'm planning rn, so stay tuned!

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clownery-and-fuckery · 2 months

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More Nemec, Fireball and Howzer content, because I do that now(not complaining, I love them)

Howzer joined after them, but he acts like he's been around the entire time. Nemec let's him, he's not really picky with people pushing him around/bossing him about the place because he's chill like that. He'll pretend for Howzer

Fireball will NOT. Fireball will shoot every order back and pull rank when Howzer argues ("I opened the door for YOU. Nemec and I saved YOUR ass. Go clean my socks peasant") he has no problem making fun of Howzer. He thinks it's funny

Neither of them let Nemec get shoved around by anyone who isn't Rex (and on the occasional, Echo) if someone's taking advantage of Nemec's chill wave riding, they'll answer to Fireball and Howzer. They do not like people pushing their brother around >:(

Also, Nemec is Slightly Afraid of Batcher- when she first came around, he kinda stood far away from her like "🧍what the fuck is that" and when Batcher came up for affection he hid behind Fireball 😭 poor dude was shitting bricks

Fireball doesn't mind Batcher, but like Nemec, he doesn't do well with other creatures. They'll both gravitate towards Howzer when they're on planets with creatures- the bigger they are, the closer they stick to Howzer

(Howzer is just as nervous as they are, sometimes, but he won't ever admit that. He's always brave for his brothers)

Fireball made fun of Howzer's thigh holsters. I'm sorry Howzer girlie's, but I did too 😭 they were so chunky

Fireballs gotten the closest to recreating Gregor's wonderful cooking.

Nemec tried it and nearly burnt the base down. He was screaming, sobbing, calling anyone for help.

Howzer poured the Star Wars equivalent of cooking oil over the fire, and they really did nearly lose the base

Rex banned them from food duty. They're not even allowed wash the dishes. Fireball is POSITIVE it was on purpose to get out of chores.

I'm watching ep6/7 rn and can confirm: Nemec is definitely the younger brother of the group- my evidence?? Rex pushing him down when they were running for the assassin, Fireball covering him as soon as he went down, and Howzer's general attitude after the room went up. That's it, that's the evidence.

Howzer, Nemec and Fireball have taken on a few "shadows" on their own, but let's be real, they have the collective braincell of a powered down mouse droid- Samson is the one who handles it (I imagine he's a gen 2/3 clone) upclose and personal while Howzer rams them with stun bolts

That being said, Samson has absolutely punted a "shadow" across the room. He'd do it again in a heart beat.

While Nemec is great at gathering and sorting intel, Fireball is more experienced with description (cause he's older/got further into training)

^^ Fireball does teach him the ropes!!!!

It's pretty often for any of them to have nightmares about their brothers (namely Howzer) turning around and being a "shadow"- very creppy business.

Howzers a bit... pushy with questioning. With anything, really. He gets a bit wound up, lost in the guilt, he needs redirection sometimes

(Crosshair can't really remember Ryloth and he's genuinely unsure when to mention it 😭 he thinks it'll be Howzer's breaking point at this stage)

While Howzer and Samson are heavy footed and hard hitters, Nemec and Fireball are light on their feet and give weaker jabs in more sore places

Also!!! Cuddle piles with them are sweet. They don't get to do it often, but when they do?? Ough, they get the best sleep

I, again, probably have more. However, I think I've spoken enough about them for right now haha- add on if you have more!!!!! I love them :))

#sw the bad batch #sw the bad batch spoilers #tbb nemec #tbb fireball #tbb samson #no samson tag?? >:“0 cruel #captain howzer

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blainesebastian · 2 years

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mutually assured satisfaction (pt1)

words: 2,278 ship: austin butler x reader summary: reader’s agent approaches her with a PR stunt to date austin butler and promote both their careers. a mapped out plan, an electric relationship–what could possibly go wrong? notes: masterlist is on my sidebar! :) if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please let me know warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @kittenlittle24

Ever since you wanted to become an actress, you’ve prided yourself on knowing the steps it’d take to make it happen. Some people are lucky, one thing leads to another and they’re on top with the world as their oyster. Everything spread out before them in neatly packed gifts with perfect bows on top. Pure accident leads to having doors automatically opened for them. They know someone in order to make a connection, or their family member is already in the business. Just the right audition at just the right time.

Not for you though. You had to claw your way into existence, into mattering, into finding the right agent and picking the right audition.

You’re making your way and you’re being picky within reason. Some would argue that if you’re lucky enough to get a shot? You take whatever is thrown in your direction. Not you though. You’d rather be able to say no to things, even if it’s not always the smartest option. You’ll humble yourself but you will not grovel for a role, or beg, or trade some sort of favor that you’d regret in the long run just to make a big break. Maybe that’s foolish for Hollywood—you don’t care though.

You know what you can live with at the end of the day.

And the thing is? You’ve done just that. You’ve broken your world wide open with a few films that have been box-office hits—you’ve gained an Instagram following, fans, a loyal agent and a reputation to develop and call all your own. Something that you’re really proud of.

Maybe that’s why it pisses you off so much that in order to guarantee the slingshot of your career, you have to hitch your wagon to Austin Butler.

Your agent breaks it down for you in a way that’s digestible, but it doesn’t make it any easier to hear. Actors and celebrities alike apparently do shit like this all the time to draw in as many eyes, drama, excitement, or money to their own personal projects as much as possible by creating situations exactly like this. PR stunts—the generation from gossip alone producing attention and interest towards their personal lives and films that they’re working on. This goes against every fundamental bone in your body that wants to make your acting profession on something genuine and yet…projected numbers don’t lie. The movie you’re filming for just isn’t doing as well as you’d have hoped and Austin is taking a leap on this Elvis film by portraying a legend.

Pretending to date one another would create the much needed spark both of you need to simmer a fire for both of your films and careers.

“This is one of the cleanest PR stunts we could do,” Christina, your agent, explains one night over dinner. “Both of you are single, no messy exes, and the projected timeline of your relationship has you breaking up right after his film hits Blu-Ray and yours ends production.”

Crinkling your nose, you push your salad away. This is just…so aggravating. You don’t care how simple it sounds. “This is…” You don’t even have the words. Just because this is something other people have done; does not mean you want anything to do with it. You just can’t believe after all this hard work; you have little to show for it. Other than this elaborate ruse shaping up in the near future.

“It’s a simple transaction,” Christina assures, “I’ve already laid it out with Austin’s agent. He gets the publicity of someone who’s already gotten their feet wet in major films with the promise of a new one coming out, just as successful. You get the no-doubt explosion of his career that comes with the Elvis film and from what I’ve heard? He was born to do this.”

You take in a short breath, pondering everything Christina says very carefully. On paper? This does sound like an opportunity that you shouldn’t pass up. But it all comes down to the fact that you and Austin are human beings that are wrapping yourselves up in one another, pretending to fall in love, date, everything that comes with that. Very purposely pushing yourselves into the public eye.

You just…you haven’t been with someone since your ex broke up with you right at the beginning of your career. There are still wounds from that, scars, regardless that you both have a decent friendship now. And while none of this would be real? Shouldn’t you focus your energy in finding something that is?

Pursing your lips, you curl your hair around your ear. “Would I at least get to talk to him first before this whole thing pops off?”

Christina laughs, taking a sip of her wine. “Of course, that can easily be arranged—you can meet at a coffee shop or something, test the waters, see what he thinks.”

You hum because…you have a feeling that this thing is going to happen whether you approve of it or not. Even though you’re the firm believer that when something looks too good to be true? It probably is. Regardless, it won’t hurt to talk to Austin, see where his head is at, to see if this is even worth doing or if you both can find some common ground.

“Certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s gorgeous,” Christina grins, playfully nudging you underneath the table with the toe of her boot. “I wouldn’t mind at all hangin’ on to him.”

You laugh lightly, shaking your head, looking down at your food and beginning to eat again. Of course that’s Christina’s perspective. But…

Even if you knew exactly what he looked like (you do) and know that he is rather gorgeous looking in a handful of unfair ways (he is), that shouldn’t mean anything. It can’t, right? Nothing about this is going to be real.

So you can’t let that get in the way.

Admittedly, you’re a little nervous for all of this to be happening anyways. Waiting for Austin at an outside table of a bistro, you take a long sip of your coffee and pretend that might quell the jittering you feel in your bones. You’re about two seconds from bolting, you still don’t understand how you let Christina even talk you into this whole plan (or rather, you should say ‘idea’ because there’s not much of a plan or a timeline that you’ve looked at yet beyond one conversation with her). Taking a deep breath of the autumn weather, you attempt to enjoy the cool air, the changing leaves, the way your sweater hugs your form.

And just when you’ve reached that moment of calm, when your heartrate is no longer thrumming against your eardrums, you see Austin cross the street in your peripherals. Chewing on your lower lip, you watch him, eyes grazing over his form.

Upon first look, you can at least admit that he’s gorgeous. There are long lines to his body, an easy muscled-tone to his arms and elsewhere from what you can tell. He’s dressed in a simple pair of jeans, a black leather jacket, a cream-colored sweater underneath paired with some black booties. His legs are ridiculously long and his dirty blonde hair perfectly coifed in a ‘didn’t try very hard’ sort of way. Naturally handsome.

Must be nice.

Once he spots you? he makes a beeline for the table, hovering in front of the seat before giving you a soft smile, “Y/N?”

You nod a little, offering your hand towards the chair to signal he can sit, “Yeah, hi.”

His eyes are a sharp blue as he sits down, running his fingers through his hair when he settles in the chair. He gives you an equal onceover, licking his lips and before you even have a chance to say anything, Austin starts—

“I just want you to know, this was not my idea. M’not even sure we should be doin’ this.” You let out a long breath and nod a little because okay, you can understand that, you’re kinda in the same boat but, “I mean, you’re not exactly my type.”

Your eyes widen a little and you can’t stop the astonished laugh from leaving your lips because excuse me? “Well you’re not exactly checkin’ all the boxes for me either, Austin.”

He winces, shaking his head, “That’s…not what I meant.” Austin looks away, a muscle working in his jaw and okay…you’re attempting to give him the benefit of the doubt because you can tell he’s nervous, annoyed, definitely out of his element with all this but…so are you? And you’re not lowkey insulting him at the same time.

“I just meant,” He clears his throat, trying again, “I was tryin’ not to date anyone else in the celebrity scene.”

You raise your eyebrows because that’s…interesting. So what, Austin wanted to find someone, for a lack of a better word, normal? Someone completely disconnected from acting, from modeling, Hollywood? It’s ambitious but the reason celebrities usually date in their own circles is because it’s hard to find anyone else that understands the things they do for the day to day, or work, or obligations. There are rare cases, sure, but Austin’s popularity is only going to explode outward from his role in Elvis. This whole ‘normal life’ thing he’s trying to pursue? You just don’t see it happening.

Second of all? “You do know this is fake, right?” Austin gives a short laugh, mostly through air leaving his nose, “Which means dating me is not gonna count towards the whole ‘celebrity scene’.”

He gives you this look, this intensity from his blue eyes as he drums his fingers on the table of the bistro. It says without so many words: I don’t want to be dating you at all, which, whatever. That’s fair. You’re not exactly thrilled that you have to throw yourself all over him and pretend to be in love.

You’d much rather, like him, go after something real. But if they didn’t equally need to do this? They wouldn’t even be having this conversation. Their agents might know better…and you trust Christina. Which makes you clamp down on anything else wanting to come out of your mouth about the aggravating commentary coming from Austin.

Rolling your shoulders back with a soft sigh, you count to five before taking a look at him again—he really is easily beautiful, you can see how he’d make a great Elvis.

“Look, I don’t like it either, but it doesn’t change the fact that we need one another.” You don’t think he’ll deny that at least. His agent might have had a similar chat with him but at the end of the day, Austin is his own person as much as you are. He wouldn’t have showed up unless he knows the same thing you do: mutual destruction, mutual advantages.

Austin nods—the tiniest acknowledgement that you’re on the same page. You hum, opening up an email on your phone of the timeline that Christina sent you to look over. You draw your thumb along the screen, attempting to get the bare-bones breakdown.

“Alright so—looks like a few months? Five.” You clarify, “It covers the end of my movie filming and the premiere of Elvis. A few red-carpet events, invitation parties,” You shrug, seems simple enough, “And the rest is just out and about, on ‘dates’, making sure we’re seen.”

Austin runs a hand through his hair as he listens, leaning back against the chair. He seems lost in thought for a few moments even though he’s paying attention to you, eyes grazing along the outside of the bistro, city life playing out around you both as if you’re invisible for once. Just normal people having lunch. You figure that’ll change—the more you disrupt the flow of how things happen, the more attention you and him will automatically gain.

Which means hidden paps, sneaked photos, candid and purposely leaked.

It all sounds like some big elaborate movie within itself.

“My agent mentioned somethin’ about a backstory?” Austin asks, looking over at you.

Humming you click open another email, “Yeah, apparently you and I have been flying in the same circles for the past month and just haven’t realized it.” That part was true—the same kind of parties, events…apparently it won’t be hard to generate rumors from there, that you two were ‘seeing’ one another or at least interested this entire time.

“This upcoming weekend we’re supposed to come out as a couple—some press for Elvis.”

Austin nods, running his hand along his jawline. “Standard black tie; m’sure my agent can get you the details.”

You blink at him because…details, right. This black-tie event will definitely not be your first rodeo, you can handle it. “What—in case you want to match or something?” You throw out there, smiling just a little. “Pick a color swatch like we’re goin’ to prom?”

Austin smirks, “Wouldn’t hate to see you in red.”

A blush annoyingly kisses your cheeks at the compliment and you shake your head as he stands from the chair.

“So we’re doin’ this?” He asks, pausing.

You take in a soft breath before nodding. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

Offering you a small wave and a promise to see you soon, you watch as Austin walks off from the table, crossing the street again to leave. You have no idea what you expected but it certainly wasn’t that.

This is either gonna be a great stunt that benefits the both of you or it’s gonna blow up in your faces.

Let's just see how good of an actor Austin is.

Ahhh! There’s part 1, hope you all liked :) thanks for reading

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler drabble #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #mas series #mas

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lxvenderjewel · 4 months

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song/ship analyses part 6: merthur and "call it what you want" by taylor swift

this one was inspired by a video i saw on yt: merlin & arthur || call it what you want [CC] go check it out after this!!

“My castle crumbled overnight” i mean in both s4 and s5 arthur loses control of his kingdom so like

“They took the crown, but it's alright” i know arthur’s like. magic-high during the s4 finale but if the shoe fits

“All the liars are calling me one” being a king he’s probably been called a liar a lot, even by his own father he’s been called a liar (which is like. hypocrite much??)

“Nobody's heard from me for months” during the entire s4 finale no one knows where arthur is except merlin

“Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to” merlin’s arthur’s servant, so of course he’s walking with his head down towards him (well maybe not with his head down he doesn’t have that kind of respect for arthur 💀)

“High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new” merlin never seems to be swayed by public opinion, he always has complete trust in arthur

“So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to” can you imagine how many rumors swirl around merlin and arthur? this lyric is so perfect be real

“Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm” whenever arthur goes through hardship merlin’s always right there. when uther dies merlin sleeps right outside to offer arthur comfort as soon as he needs it

“All the jokers dressin' up as kings” morgana

“They fade to nothin' when I look at him” i think arthur has a lot of faith in merlin. like as in merlin is part of what motivates him to be a better king for his people

“And I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right” he often fumbles romantically, and when he finally thinks he has gwen, he ultimately loses her to lancelot, but merlin stays with his unwavering loyalty to arthur

“I'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers

Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right” arthur and merlin antics, like that one pillow fight scene in an episode i can’t recall, and “trust him like a brother” of course he does. a term that comes to mind for merthur is “t’hy’la” from star trek, which roughly translates to “friend, brother, lover”

“Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night” merlin’s eyes when he does magic

“I want to wear his initial

On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck” this line reminds me of the deleted scene where arthur gives merlin his sigil (which i think is in the video as well)

“Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

Which is more than they can say, I” many people look at arthur like a kind of god, considering he’s king, and even his knights, who he’s closest with, still look at him with some sort of reverence, but merlin treats him like just another person, which must be so refreshing, to not have any expectations on your head and to be just known as you are without and preconceived notions

“I recall late November

Holdin' my breath, slowly I said

"You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?"” he never actually says it to merlin but this line reminds me of when arthur is with gwen and he tells her he dreams of living in some village with merlin and just being a farmer, and living a calm, soft life

once again go watch the video!! it’s very well made and the person who made it is awfully talented

#can you tell i'm a swiftie #merthur #merlin bbc #arthur pendragon #taylor swift #reputation #call it what you want #song/ship analysis

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Part 2 to the uhm . Reader leaving and rocket trying to get them not to leave fic LOL

You hold rockets hand, giving him a sad smile. “I promise, I’ll be back. I won’t be gone for long.” you say, looking into his eyes. He had taken the whole, you leaving the guardians thing pretty hard. “I just need some time. To think. To reflect.” he understands. Of course he does. He knows what it feels like to not belong, and he never wants the person he loves to feel that way. At first, he was angry with you but now has come to an understanding. He’d do the same if he had those feelings towards the guardians.

“Come back soon, okay?” he says, and you kiss him on the cheek with a smile. “I will.”

There had been some sort of distress signal, from xandar. Typically rocket hated this place, but this concerned him now given the fact you’ve been staying there for about a couple months now. You two have been sorta in contact, for the most part you have tried to talk once a week. However as of late you haven’t been doing that, which concerned him. Of course, he was worried if you found somebody else, new people to belong to, instead of the guardians, instead of him. While you had told him many times to stop being so negative all the damn time, towards others and to himself, he couldn’t help the way his brain operates. As soon as the guardians arrived, it was pure chaos. Although rocket knew as a guardian of the galaxy, he should be concerned about the innocent people, his mind went to you. Maybe it was selfish of him but in the moment he didn’t care, quickly running off before quill could even say anything. Quill didn’t even bother, already knowing where rocket was heading and decided that he didn’t care all that much, since he also worried for your safety.

Rocket ran as fast as his feet could take him, eventually his hands as well as he started to run on all fours. There were a lot of explosions, a lot of fire. Rocket had always known you to be strong, but there was no way for you to defend yourself against something like this, not without a ship, without people to back you up.

And there he found you, on the floor, struggling to get up. He thanked his lucky stars that nobody was attacking you in the state you were currently in, as he looked before him he saw many soldiers taken down. He was far too focused on you to even see who they were. The closer he ran the more serious your injuries appeared to be. You were clutching your side, and he could see blood seeping out through your hands.

“Rocket?” you ask, surprised to see him. “What the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be… uhm…” you lose your train of thought, if the fact you of all people, cursed at him wasnt enough evidence to him that you weren’t in the right state of mind. “Yeah yeah, there was a distress signal so we kinda had to come here.” he explains, holding onto your cheek and tilting your head to check on your head injury a bit better. He sees that your head is bleeding because of some huge cuts, but other than that your heads okay. It’s your side he’s concerned about, so he grabs your hand. You refuse to let go, and he assumes it’s because you’re in pain. “Listen, I know it hurts but I need to look at it, bare with me okay?” he asks, and it’s the nicest you’ve ever heard him be towards you, so you hesitantly let go of the wound. He examines it, and nods. “Okay, hold onto the wound, I need to take you to the milano so I can patch you up. You’ll be fine, but I need to make sure you don’t lose a shit ton of blood.” he carefully explains, slowly helping you up. You gain the gist of what he’s saying, but he can tell you’re only half listening. “Shit.” he mumbles, as you start to lose consciousness.

Eventually you wake up, you slowly open your eyes and notice you’re in some sort of… hospital bed? You slowly sit up but feel a sharp pain at your side and hiss. It’s only then do you notice rocket sitting in a chair next to you. He pushes you down onto your back. “Rest.” he says, rather curt with you. “You need it.” he says, then going silent. Usually rocket is never this short with you unless he’s mad at you. You try some small talk, knowing how much he hates that. That’ll surely get him talking again, you know it. “How are you?” “Tch. I should be asking you that.” he says, finally looking back at you. “Yknow I’m mad at you, right?” Rocket says, being rather blunt. You sigh, giving him a tired smile. “Yeah, I know. Cant it wait? I’m kinda tired as shit right now.” “You wouldn’t be if you would just talk to me. You haven’t spoken to me in week y/n. Weeks. What the hell has been going on with you? First you leave me out of the fuckin blue and you lose contact with me and now I find you almost dead. I mean seriously, how do you expect me not to be angry with you?” Rocket says, pretty much lecturing you. It’s not what you wanted to hear from him, especially today. You scratch the back of your head, “I was scared shitless, okay?” Rocket continues, “I mean I thought I wasn’t gonna be able to save you just now. The least you can do is tell me what’s going on.”

You don’t bother trying to fight him on it, knowing that he’s right. You look away, “as I’ve said, I left because I don’t … belong with you guys. But as I’ve learned, I don’t belong here either. I learnt that the hard way, I guess.” you say, albeit rather cryptic. “The hell does that mean?” Rocket questions, already losing his patience with you. “The people of xandar do not like me apparently, somebody sent a bunch of people to kill me.” you shrug, before explaining a bit more, not waiting for Rocket to say something “I got into a fight with somebody at a bar, and I guess the guy was crazy enough to hire a hitman. The hitman in question also being crazy enough to burn down a whole town and said hitman had a bunch of … soldiers … I guess?” you once again shrug at the absurdity of it all.

“So let me get this straight. The time you’ve been in xandar you’ve been… what? Fighting some guys at bars for no reason? Getting yourself involved in things you shouldn’t?” you almost audibly sigh as you feel yourself get lectured by Rocket of all people. This just isn’t like him. “Without me?” there it is. “I can’t believe you y/n! Why are you being so distant from me!” you close your eyes, “because I needed time to deflect, think about my life, decide where it is I belong.” you state, and Rocket is left wondering, “where have you decided you belong?” aloud.

“I’m not exactly sure.” You admit, but continue. “I don’t always feel I belong with the guardians, but I do feel I belong with you. I’m not gonna leave you again, I think I’ve decided that I belong here, with you. Saving the galaxy is what I’m meant to do.”

And to hear those words, rocket smiles.

“Don’t think I’m gonna just forget you nearly died on me, seriously. You’re gonna have to work real hard to make it up to me.” Rocket says, and you sigh with a happy smile. “Yeah yeah, does a kiss work?” “Tch. I’m not so easily bribed.” he says, trailing off. “But…” he lifts a finger up, “it is a start.”

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"Haven't you heard? Witches don't burn."

Character: Gaz. Maybe angst?? Mainly romance tho! Warnings: Reader gets caught in a fire, Again maybe angst? , Somewhat suggestive flirting.

A/N: This was made at 5AM... I got the idea and had to write it despite being sick. I swear ill make part two of exile, once I feel better!

--- <3

There were always rumors on base you were some sort of witch. The harsh wounds that would take months to heal, took days. The paperwork that would take hours? Minutes. You had crystals in your room as well, but you always told them you were just huge on crystals. Just like other people your age.

Scaring the new recruits was funny as hell. When ever you got your work done earlier than everyone else. You went out of your way to scare them. Acting like you were chanting something out of a book to just pulling out a stick and saying a Harry Potter line. Always had them running.

Today was just another one of those days, you went out of your way to buy a crystal ball on your time off. Setting it up and sitting right by it. The recruits would be heading in from practice in about a minute. All worn out and tired. Hungry and drained. You turned on the crystal ball and it glowed purple. 5....4....3....2..

1.....The doors to the hallway banged open. And the chattering flooded your ears. The groans and the hungry rumbles set there fate in stone as they rounded the corner. The closet you sat in had the door peeked open. Enough for the purple light to shine through. The hallway went quiet. The whispers becoming noise to fill the hallway. "You open it!" A boy whispered to the girl next to him. "No! What if its that witch everyone has been talking about!" She whispered back. Hitting his shoulder.

"Dear God you two, I'll do it. I swear, all of you are being a wuss." Somebody spoke. Loud enough so everybody could hear it. Everyone began to back away from the door, as the person began to walk towards it. They reached their hand onto the door handle and slowly opened it. When the door opened, you began to chant. Loud. Circling your hands on the crystal ball infront of you.

"WITCH!!" They screamed. All of them running off in different directions. Like sprayed roaches. You tried to hold in your laugh but couldn't. You laughed to the point you were crying and holding your stomach on the floor. It was fucking hilarious. Someone joined your laugh, and you looked up to see who it was.

Gaz.

Whipping your tears and finishing you laugh, he spoke. "Scaring the new recruits again love?" He chuckled making his way to the closet to help you up. "Yeah.." you giggled. "Never gets old. They seriously think I'm a fucking witch!" You scoffed, acting offended. "Yeah, well...." He helped you up, bringing you into a hug. "..Your my little witch. Put a spell on my heart?" He cooed. Placing a kiss on your forehead before resting his head on your shoulder. "Cheesy." You rolled your eyes. Running your hands around his back. Bringing one up to his hair. "But pretty fucking adorable. Maybe your a succubus then? Tricking me with your looks?" Grinning, He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his mouth. Planting a kiss on it. "And you know what succubus's do right?" He winked. Teasing you.

"Oh don't get me started." You rolled your eyes, laughing. Snatching your hand away and walking off. "Hey!" He chased after you, taking your hand again as you both bicker and talk about your day. You were his witch who put a spell over his heart. And he was a succubus who used his charm to make you his.

Then why did it come to this?

The fire got bigger as the building welcomed it. The smoke became more unbearable and it got harder to see. Harder to breathe. Your name rang throughout the coms. Gaz and the rest of your team yelled for you, trying to know if you were still alive. Still worth saving to get to exfill. You coughed. Reaching for your coms, trying to press the button. Only for it to be broken.

---<3

Gaz looked into the fire. Struggling to get out of prices grasp and to come get you. Tears trickled down his face. Pure anger and sadness was all he felt. "LET ME FUCKING GO" He snapped at price. Trying to free his wrist from his hold. "Gaz, we are all fucking upset. But we have to fucking go or we are all dead!" He growled at gaz. His hold becoming stronger the more he struggled.

---<3

You limped through the fire, the pain in your ankle becoming harder to withstand. A metal rod was on the ground when you tripped trying to get out. You were able to heal it to some degree, but not fully. How? None of anybody concern. The metal rod still stuck out of your skin, it clearly visible. You grabbed ahold of a wall. Leaning against it as stability, you once again began to shift to some sort of exit. The flames or the jump was the least of your worries. It was the fall and the building slowly collapsing.

Your breath grew heavy, as the smoke filled your lungs. Walking into another ring of fire, allowing the flames to dance over your skin. Only to make it to the other side and for the fire to leave your skin with it. The doors felt infinite. Like every door you opened there was another door to open. Another hall way to walk down and another fire to walk through.

How long have you been in there? How long ago did they leave you? How long ago, did he leave you. 15 minutes? Or an hour? Seconds felt like hours. So you truly had no idea if its only been 5 minutes. But there is always a light at the end of a tunnel. Or, darkness, in this case. Beyond the fire ahead you can see the opened door that lead to the outside. The door, to the night sky.

You walked into the fire. The flames trailing up your legs, wrapping around every curve of your body. Trying to take you for itself. Only for it to fail and for it to only tickle your skin. Causing no harm to your body or clothes. As soon as you walked out, the crumpled to the ground. Only to hear the call of your name, and footsteps running towards you.

---<3

It was just constant argument between price and gaz. "We can't leave her." "Shes clearly fucking dead, and she wouldn't want us dead. We have to go". The restraint could leave marks on his wrists, and the yelling could leave his mouth dry. The tears that stained his checks stopped as the tears were no longer available.

"MATE.. IS THAT FUCKING..."

Soap yelled pointing towards the front door. A shadow figure on the other side of the flames, an outline of you. The argument went quiet as gaz snapped his head to the front door. Them all watching as you began to walk through the flames. "What the FUCK is mate doing?? Is mate an idiot?! Their going to get fucking burnt alive walking through that. " Soap spoke. Ghost chipping in. "Talk about burns.".

You walked through, completely unharmed by the flames. And dropped onto the floor. You were still awake, just weak. The metal pole that was through your ankle visible. Gaz looked towards price, we begging eyes for him to let go. Price nodded. Letting go of his grip on gaz. He bolted. Yelling your name and sprinting towards you.

----<3

He crouched down by you. Your eyes droopy. "Kyle..." you mumbled. "Yeah! Yeah its me." He grabbed you. Propping you up towards him. He began to check for any more injuries. Expecting burns, more bleeding. Only to be met with nothing. "How the hell did you not burn?! Your not hurt anywhere. Besides your ankle. Which already looked almost healed!" He spoke fast. Thinking he was seeing this. Only for you to giggle and his gaze to be meeting yours.

"Haven't your heard? Witches don't burn."

A/N : HAPPY HALLOWEEENN!! I'll proofread it later <3

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outercrasis · 1 year

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The Distance - Ch 10

Pairing: Din Djarin x Pilot F!Reader (reader is petite/no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 2.1k / T (will become M/E in later chapters)

Warnings: none:)

Summary: An explanation is owed.

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You stay in your room until dusk has fallen. Tex arrives a little later on, bringing with him your datapad and giving you the opportunity to vent a bit. As an astromech he isn’t the most emotionally developed being you could speak with, but it helps to get your initial swirling thoughts in order.

As you get them sorted out you realize you’ve fallen into a pattern from years ago that you swore to never return to. A pit forms in your stomach, dredging up feelings long since locked away and forgotten. The realization makes you pause mid-sentence, prompting Tex to give you a low, concerned beep.

“Kriff,” you say, exasperated with yourself. You refuse to end up back here – this is a different time, you’re dealing with a different person, and damn it this is your ship. Steeling yourself, you make your way down the ladder to find Din.

The man in question has kept himself busy while you’ve been tucked away in your room. He’s moved around the crates again, pulling them all back in towards the Chimera. A small part of you laments that you weren’t around to see him hauling them around the field. Devoid of his body armor, it would have been quite the show.

Most of the crates are underneath one of the ship’s wings, neatly positioned around a small but steady campfire. The fire shines brightly in the dimming light of day. It gleams off of Din’s helmet from where he’s seated on the edge of your blanket from earlier. Leaning back against a crate his long legs stretch out before him, thick arms crossed over his chest. Absently, you think of how much more comfortable it looks than when he holds the same position with his beskar on.

Tension hangs thicker than the smoke in the air as you approach. Din’s helmet doesn’t turn your way, but you can feel the weight of his eyes drilling through you. To your surprise, Grogu isn’t anywhere to be seen.

Needing something to break the tension, you ask, "Where's the kid?"

Din’s helmet stays pointed at the fire. "He's in bed. Running around wore him out."

You sit, the quiet slipping back into place. It wasn’t the best icebreaker in retrospect.

The planet you’re on is beautiful at night. The fire crackles gently, mixing with the soft songs of the native animals that are bedding down in the forest. The sky has turned a deep purple, stars starting to shine with pinpricks of light that become brighter with every passing minute. It’s always amazed you how different the night sky can look depending what planet you’re on. Before you can start to get lost thinking about the calculations of lightspeed and how in some corners of the universe you can see stars that no longer exist, Din speaks.

“I’m sorry.”

You look over at him in surprise. He’s still staring into the fire. Despite initial impressions, you’ve come to know Din as a well-mannered and considerate person. With that said you’ve never heard him say those words.

In your momentary shock you nearly exonerate him right there, no questions asked. Apologies from him are normally done through actions, not words. Breakfast already set out for you when you come down the ladder, your tools cleaned until they shine, throwing extra credits your way for supplies without asking for them. Simple things, thoughtful acts that often directly tie to whatever he feels he needs to apologize for. You got the message. The words were never really needed once you did.

Din fiddles with one of his still loose suspender straps. “I pushed too far. I got caught up and forgot who I was sparring with.” His helmet tilts towards you, sincerity bleeding through his words, “I never meant to hurt you, can’gal.”

Speechless, you move in towards Din and place a hand on his arm. He flinches at the contact. You immediately drop your hand, stuttering out apologies. You hadn’t considered that his forearms and hands are still bare.

“No, you can- you can touch,” Din says, interrupting your rambling. His hand falls to his side, slightly flexing.

You almost reach out again and pause. “Are you sure?” The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable.

Din nods. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

His hands are softer than you imagined. There’s a single soft line of callus at the top of his palms but they’re otherwise smooth. Your arm lays lightly overtop his. “Is this okay?” you ask. He nods again. You can feel his pulse thrumming through his skin.

“I’m fine, Din. A little sore maybe, but I’m fine.” It’s true that he went too hard, but your pride was hurt worse than your body. "Would you mind explaining what happened? Then I might consider forgiving you." You playfully bump his shoulder, doing your best to let him know that everything is still alright. An explanation seems to be a fair ask though.

A modulated sigh slips out from under the helmet. "I was raised in the Fighting Corp. Sparring was near constant for me, day and night. We were taught as warriors that every fight could be our last, even a spar. The concept of going easy on someone became foreign."

You suppose there's a reason Mandalorians are considered the best warriors in the galaxy. You're not sure anyone, yourself included, really considered what that would entail. It's not like Mandalorians were born with innate fighting knowledge – everything they knew was learned and ingrained into them the hard way until it became second nature.

Din continues to explain. "I should have been focused on training you, but I got caught up in the fight. My own training took over and I didn’t realize it until Tex shocked me."

His head tilts towards the sky like he's asking some greater being for forgiveness. You don't know if Mandalorians have religion in the typical sense. You lost yours a long time ago. The only constant you've ever found in the galaxy is yourself. You think that's starting to change.

"Is this because of what happened on Rishi?" you ask. The question catches Din off guard.

"You never cared about whether I could shoot a blaster or throw a punch before. It's the only thing that's different. You want to make sure I can put up an actual fight."

It makes sense. You’re not really mad about it either. The fact that nothing like that happened before Rishi, or before Din joined your ship, is pure luck in a galaxy like this one. You aren’t helpless, but the extra skills certainly can’t hurt. Besides, how many others can say they were trained by an honest-to-maker Mandalorian?

"You can already put up a fight,” Din says, lightly squeezing your hand. “I don't want it to be the last thing you do."

Your heart seizes in your chest. Was that his thinking behind all of this? Not simply to make you a better partner or generally better fighter, but to keep you alive? Either you have the scope of what happened on Rishi all wrong or it affected Din in a way you never noticed. No matter the reason, you find yourself stunned. You’re not sure anyone beyond Tex has ever cared if you stayed alive.

Hastily, you wipe away a tear threatening to fall and hope Din doesn’t notice. If he does, he’s kind enough to not say anything. Satisfied with his answer, you look to change the topic.

"The words you were shouting? That was Mando'a, right?"

"It was."

"Can you tell me what the words meant?" There’s a long enough pause that you worry you've somehow offended him by asking. There could be some rule that non-Mandalorians can't know the language for all you know. Din isn’t usually the most forthcoming with details about his culture. "You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to."

Din finally turns his head to look at you. Despite holding his hand you didn't realize just how close you were to each other. "It wasn't exactly nice," he tells you.

You can’t help but laugh. "Since when have you known me to care about nice, big guy? The first time we met you put a gun to my back and the next day I let you on my ship."

He can hardly argue with that. "K’atini means… it means something along the lines of 'suck it up' or more literally, 'it's only pain'. I heard that one a lot while I trained as a Foundling. Nar dralshy’a essentially means 'try harder'. It uh, it was meant to be encouraging."

You chuckle. "You had me expecting something far worse. I thought you were calling me a moof-milker or something."

"You'd know if I called you something offensive."

"It's a beautiful language," you tell him. "I don't know if it's allowed, but if you ever wanted to teach me more of it then I'd love to learn. It seems a shame you don't get to use it more often."

"I'd love to."

You lapse into a comfortable silence. The fire crackles, more stars coming out to shine, a gentle night time breeze blowing through the tall grass. Din’s hand stays in yours and you kindly ignore the way he momentarily stiffens when you start to rub your thumb across the back of his hand.

As much as you want to sit back and truly relax, there’s one question now that keeps plaguing you. You debate whether you should ask or not but you’ve always been a little too curious for your own good.

“Din?” you ask. He answers with a low hum to let you know he’s listening. “Before me or Grogu, when was the last time anyone touched you without trying to hurt you?”

"Years."

His whispered answer splits you in two. Without another thought you release his hand, crawling into his lap and throwing your arms around his neck. It’s no surprise that he doesn’t know what to do at first – you're thankful he doesn’t pull some crazy move to throw you off of him.

Slowly, his arms fall around you. They're still light and uncertain until you give him another squeeze. It's like the dam inside him breaks.

His arms are thick and strong around you, pressing you tight against his chest. His unyielding helmet is a bit awkward to navigate around but you find a comfortable place for your head to lay on his shoulder. Closing your eyes, he envelops your senses. The softness of his body pressed against yours. The gentle rub of one hand along your back. A smoky, comforting scent that can only be Din mixed with the campfire. Listening closely you swear that you can hear him, his actual breaths, unmodulated, coming from under the helmet.

If you were slightly more daring you'd risk a kiss to his exposed neck, but that's further than you're willing to press tonight. A hug is one thing – a kiss would be something else entirely. A step too far, even for you.

You're thankful that he chose to continue to forgo his beskar. With the armor on this wouldn't be half as comfortable. Din also hasn't complained or readjusted you, so you must be just fine the way you're positioned on his lap.

Not for the first time since he's come on board the Chimera, you wonder what he looks like underneath the helmet. Human, male, and the warm tan of his skin are all you know for certain. Discovering his tattoos today had been a revelation for all you know of his looks. You have next to nothing. No details, no indication of what could be.

You think his hair might be brown. It’s the most common color for humans and would compliment his skin. Brown eyes would match as well, but then he might surprise you and have bright blue eyes instead. That sounds like Din, full of surprises. The rest of his face seems beyond speculation. It’s all too unknowable, any option too likely. You want to know but you don’t inquire. You respect his Creed far too much to ask.

At some point, your hold on one another loosens. You pull back slightly only for Din to gently rest the forehead of his helmet against yours. Words tease the tip of your tongue and yet you can't form a single sentence. Part of you longs to stay here all night, wrapped up in his arms.

The fire begins to die down, signaling the end of the moment. Reluctantly you pull yourself away from him. You immediately miss Din's warmth. His hands linger on you for a second too long as you stand, erupting butterflies in your stomach.

“Goodnight, Din.”

"Jate ca, can'gal'ika."

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