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writer-in-theory · 2 years

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berry sweet on your lips

TW: Period-typical homophobia, Some Internalized homophobia, Implied abuse (Steve's dad is a pos)

When Steve was seven, his Mama caught him in her makeup.

He was sitting up on the bathroom counter, sloppily drawn eyeliner over his eyelids and trying to apply bright cherry red lipstick to his lips without smearing. The application process required so much focus he hadn't realized when the front door opened downstairs, or when his mom called repeatedly for him to come down to dinner. He did hear the surprised little yelp from her though, and the sigh once she realized which eyeliner he'd accidentally broken.

"Honey, those aren't toys to play with." His Mama's voice was tight like she was barely containing her frustration at the lost products. Dad always made her upset, and Steve didn't want to add to it. So it didn't seem like a good time to correct her, that no, he wasn't trying to play. He'd seen how pretty makeup could make people, and he wanted it. He wanted to be pretty.

Instead, he sighed and nodded, hopping down from the counter. "Sorry, Mama."

"It's okay, baby, that stuff just isn't for kids to play with. C'mon, let's get you washed up and we can get some dinner."

It wasn't the last time he'd thought about makeup, though it took years until Steve found the courage to try again.

It happened when he was fourteen in Carol Perkins's basement. He, Tommy, and Carol spent most nights together anymore. The Perkins' always volunteered to babysit Steve when he was younger and his Mama started going on business trips with his dad, and they always let Tommy come over so he wouldn't be left out. That basement with its bright tie-dyed blankets scattered around and posters of every attractive celebrity you could imagine felt more like home than his own house.

Maybe that was why he felt so comfortable suggesting it in the first place.

"Ugh, I need more girl friends, honestly," Carol groaned, flopping back onto the pile of pillows and blankets she'd acquired.

"What now? We're not entertaining enough?" Tommy teased from where he and Steve were playing air hockey. Steve's knuckles were sure to bruise tomorrow from the speed with which they were knocking the puck at each other but they hadn't stopped laughing yet. "Need to go braid Tina's hair and talk about boys?"

"You're not boring," Carol clarified, "but it'd be nice to do someone's makeup and talk about boys every once in awhile. A girl needs some gossip."

Tommy laughed, so Steve laughed too because it seemed the right thing to do. But really...it didn't sound so bad, did it? So when the laughter died down, he spoke up. "You could put makeup on me, I don't care," Steve shrugged.

He did. He did care so much. Even the thought of it made his heart flutter, threatening to fly away at any second.

"Really?" Carol raise one eyebrow, sitting all the way up and twisting around to face him. "You'd let me put makeup on you? The whole thing, I don't do boring makeup."

"C'mon, man, don't let her do that to you," Tommy groaned, but Steve just shrugged again and abandoned the air hockey table, coming over to sit down on the floor with Carol.

"It washes off, right?" As if he hadn't known how easy it was to swipe off red lipstick, though it would always leave a deep tint to his lips like he'd been eating berries. "It can't hurt."

It at least made Carol happy, and seeing her smile as she rushed off to retrieve her makeup bag made Tommy's grumbles about ditching the game worth it.

And you know, it was fun. Carol was actually gentle, and seemed to know what she was doing. Steve had his eyes closed most of the time while she brushed powder and liner on them, as she swiped mascara on and tried to perfect whatever glamorous look she'd seen in her latest magazine. She did talk about boys too, all about which girl had crushes on each boy that they knew, and why Eric Thompson was the most crushed on boy in Hawkins Middle.

"Eric Thompson? Get a grip, Perkins, you can do so much better than him," Steve told her, laughing at her indignant shout.

"Seriously. The guy's a total meathead," Tommy called from where he was sprawled out across one of the couches, idly watching whatever movie the Perkins' decided to rent for the night.

"You're a total meathead," Carol shot back in return. "Not Stevie here, though. No, I think after I tell all the girls about what a good guy you are, you'll be the new king of Hawkins Middle."

"Screw Hawkins Middle, I better be king of Hawkins High for this," Steve laughed, only because he had no idea how to thank her for it. By the time he'd left the Perkins' house the next morning, the bright eyeshadow and tacky lip gloss had been washed away but the feeling of pure peace it had brought him persisted.

Steve hadn't dared try again, not until he was sixteen and saw a guy wearing nail polish. It was one of the Seniors, the one who wore all black and who the whole basketball team called The Freak. And maybe he was a freak, Steve didn't really ever have a reason to talk to him and find out, but the sight of the swath of black over his nails left Steve breathless.

"You taking photography this semester, Harrington?" The guy—something Munson, Steve thinks—asked when Steve hadn't stopped staring in the hallway.

"Huh?" Steve startled, looking down both sides of the hallway as if to check if any of his friends were seeing who he was talking to. "No?"

"Shame," Munson let out a little 'tsk' noise, the way Steve's dad always did when he was disappointed. "You could've taken a picture and made it last longer."

Oh, oh. Steve's face flushed red, and the second he saw a flash of another green and orange letterman he panicked. They would know, oh God they'd see him with The Freak and it would all be over, they would figure out that he wanted to paint his nails too and—

Steve wasn't proud of the words spoken after that. They lingered far after he'd said them, swirling in his head until it sounded a little more like his dad was repeating them over and over again, reminding Steve of just what kind of person he was to stay clear away from.

It was that guilt that finally convinced him to go to Melvald's, where the kind woman at the counter didn't question why he was buying the cheapest makeup products he could find. He didn't even know if any of it would look good together, he just knew he needed it. He needed a way to see himself like this before he messed up again where someone could see, where someone could figure him out.

And so began the careful ritual. Every night he'd rush home from practice, lock his bedroom door even though he knew his parents were away on another trip, and swipe the makeup over his eyes, cheeks, lips. He got better at it with every attempt, until the liner wasn't shaky and his lipstick didn't look like it had already been kissed off (and now, wasn't that a thought).

Except that was the trouble with secrets, wasn't it? They couldn't stay buried for long, not when Hawkins was so small and this felt so much larger than the town, than the state, than anything Steve had ever been apart of.

It was only a matter of time until his dad found out.

That night he'd been sloppy, unprepared for his parents to come home early. The light in the upstairs bathroom had gone out and instead of changing it he'd moved downstairs, where the lights had already been switched out to a cooler white that made it easier to see what colors he was painting his skin with.

Steve Harrington was pretty sure he would die that night, all over deep red lipstick and perfectly-drawn eyeliner.

He didn't know where he was running to, all he knew was that he couldn't stay in Loch Nora. He ran until he was near the edge of town, nothing but trees and the one road leading out surrounded him. Steve hadn't had his car keys on him, and there was no way he could go back for them without facing his dad's righteous anger. Steve let out a painful cry, finding nothing left to do but lay down on the pavement and stare at the stars. He was barely eighteen, no car, no money except whatever bills were stuffed in his pocket, no plan. Just himself and that damned red lipstick still lingering like berry-stained evidence on his lips.

He didn't move for anything. Not when the night grew chilly enough to freeze his joints and prick up goosebumps on his arms. Not when the rumble of an old car engine came roaring in the distance, or for the subsequent squeal of brakes and a loud horn.

"Shit, Harrington, I know you have air for a brain but what the fuck are you do—" The person cut themselves off, like from seeing the state of him. They'd probably hit him too, kick at him while he was down because why the fuck did he think he could get away with this shit in the middle of nowhere Indiana?

"Shit, Harrington," the voice hissed again, sounding as pained as Steve thought he should feel.

"Get on with it," Steve voiced, voice rough with tears and the violent yells his dad had hit out of him.

"Get on with what?"

Steve rolled his eyes, turning his head to meet Eddie Munson's gaze. He wondered if he still painted his nails. He wondered if it even mattered, because even Eddie Munson didn't do what Steve did. "I'm tired, man. If you're gonna get your revenge on me make it quick."

That startled Eddie, reminding Steve of just how expressive the guy was. It was almost humorous, the way his head reeled back and his eyes widened impossibly far.

"Get in the van, Harrington."

Right, if Eddie was gonna murder him he couldn't do it out in the open, not where anyone could be driving by.

So Steve picked himself up from the ground, not bothering to brush off his jeans before sliding into the passenger seat. They didn't talk the whole drive. No music played. They just sat in complete and total silence, punctuated only by the nervous taps of Eddie's hand on the steering wheel.

Eddie Munson must be stupider than he was. Most murderers wouldn't drive their victim to their own trailer before finishing the job. Though, Steve supposed all Eddie had to say was that he saw Steve Harrington wearing lipstick and it'd all be waved away. Upstanding citizen, that Eddie Munson was.

"Shower's back there, there's a first aid kit on the shelf," Eddie spoke, unable to stand still once they got inside the trailer.

And that, well that was just downright weird. Steve tilted his head to the side, eyeing the little hallway Eddie waved his hand at like it might jump at him. "What's happening?"

"What do you mean?" Eddie sounded tired, like he hadn't slept in weeks. Steve felt like he'd never slept at all, like he might never again.

"You...aren't you gonna...?"

"I mean, I could if you think you're gonna fall," Eddie said nervously, eyes also watching the hallway. "Just tryin' to protect your modesty, man."

"What?" Nothing was making sense, and Steve was beginning to wonder if maybe his head had hit the tile floor one too many times because this was supposed to be simple, cut and dry.

"Can you just go clean up, Harrington?"

"Why?"

"Because I hate seeing all that damn blood on you, okay?" Eddie snapped out, voice raising in pitch the more worked up he got. "I don't know what the hell happened, but I hate it."

Oh.

"You're not...you're not gonna...?" Steve repeated, including a lackluster air punch.

That seemed to make everything click in place for Eddie. He sucked in a breath and both hands flew to the top of his head, scraping through his unruly curls. "Shit, you think? Nah, man, I'm not a piece of shit like whoever did that to you. C'mon."

Eddie started walking down the hallway, and honestly this all felt so vaguely dreamlike Steve couldn't do anything but follow, wordlessly sitting on the toilet lid where Eddie waved for him to be. The other man was knelt between his legs, wiping off his face with a wet washcloth. His touch was gentle, experienced as he wiped away the blood and set to work rubbing antibiotic onto each open cut.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Steve whispered out, eyes focused on the barest hint of eyeliner on Eddie's eyes. The other man clearly wasn't wearing it to be pretty though. No, this was drawn on with intentional haste, and made Eddie look so fucking badass that Steve didn't know what to do about it. "I sucked in school. I was awful to you."

Eddie's hands didn't stop, brown eyes focused on Steve's lips as he wiped at the split in the lower one. He could see the breath hitch in the other man's chest though, a quick collapse of Eddie's chest before his breath restarted at a normal rhythm. "You did suck, but that doesn't mean you deserve this."

Steve didn't say anything else, couldn't really. Not when the lump in his throat grew until he was sure he would never be able to breathe again, and the tears began to spill without inhibition. And Eddie, well Eddie let him. He just kept patching him up, never saying anything, never berating him or looking disgusted by the tears. He just sat with Steve while he let it out, eyes looking to Steve's every so often as if to check he was okay.

"I think something's wrong with me." The whisper sounded so loud in the tiny bathroom, echoing around and around and smacking into Steve's chest repeatedly.

"No." It was the first time Eddie seemed bothered by anything Steve said all night, fingers gripping tightly around the corner of the counter he was holding to keep himself steady. "There's nothing wrong with you."

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but Eddie cut him off. He looked Steve right in the eyes, a kind of fire lighting up in those dark brown eyes of his. "Steve Harrington, there is nothing wrong or broken or shameful about you. So you like to wear makeup, lots of guys do."

"I've never met anyone who does."

"Because you're in Bumfuck, Indiana," Eddie continued on, never sounding more passionate than he did now. It was intense, sure, but Steve had longed for someone, anyone, to say what Eddie was now. And of course it was the guy with the painted nails he'd been enraptured by years before. "Just you wait, pretty boy, there's a whole world out there with people like us."

Like us. Like us.

"C'mon, you need some sleep. We can figure out the details in the morning."

"Wait...what?"

Eddie laughed a little, shattering the heavy moment with a burst of pure warmth. He stood up and offered a ringed hand out to help Steve up despite him not needing it. Eddie's hand was cold in his own, but it felt right there.

"Try to keep up, Harrington," he teased. "If you don't mind sharing a bed, you can stay here. Us freaks have to stick together, right?"

"I mean...your uncle won't...?"

"Nah, Wayne'll love pissin' Robert Harrington off," Eddie answered coolly, "And he's cool with...everything."

And despite Steve's skepticism, he was. Wayne Munson was pretty much the greatest support anyone could ever have. His face had flashed dangerously when Steve admitted what happened, saying the world had no place for men who hit their boys (Steve wondered only briefly why the topic seemed to pain Wayne so much). And living with Eddie Munson, well, it was great. The trailer was small and Eddie kicked in his sleep, but Eddie also smiled from the second he was awake and the no place had ever quite felt like home in the way the Munson trailer did.

And the next time Steve found the courage to sit and do his makeup, it came with bright smiles instead of that old, lingering fear.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #kinda #they'll get there #stranger things #steve x eddie #canon divergence #au no upside down #tw homophobia #tw implied abuse #jay writes in theory #this is totally unedited sorry you get it as is #steddie headcanon #steddie ficlet

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honeyedmiller · 1 year

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Night Terrors | Din Djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

disclaimer: this takes place post-season 3 so if you haven't watched yet there will be spoilers!

warnings: slight mentions of violence, nightmares, mentions of loss that only happens in nightmares, angst, din is insanely vulnerable in this, lots and looots of fluff, slight mentions of smut but no thorough descriptions. 18+. minors dni.

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: Din can't seem to shake the continuous nightmares he has, and he seeks solace from you to ease the pain.

divider by the lovely @saradika

It was a beautiful, sunny day on Nevarro. You watched after Grogu as he levitated frogs from the pond out front, babbling away in something far off from Basic.

You smiled down at the little green creature, knees tucked to your chest as your chin rested on top of the arms wrapped around the tops of your knees. You yawned softly, not having gotten much sleep the previous night.

Din kept having nightmares every single night. He would never tell you what they were about, but you know they scared the living life out of him with how pale his usually tan face would be in the moonlit bedroom you two shared.

He'd wrap his arms around your center a little tighter while nuzzling his face into your neck as you held him, raking your hands through his damp brown curls on his head. Your heart ached knowing he was suffering from these continuously awful nightmares, and all you could really do for him was be there to comfort him—or let him bury himself in you until he even forgot his own damn name.

While you loved being intimate with him like that, the reasoning behind it made you want to cry for him. Not in any way that says 'Din, you're hurting me', no—crying for him because whatever these terrors were about seemingly shook him to his very core, to the point where he'd go most of the day without even talking.

Even his body language was different. He was more jumpy, more rigid, and his affections for you during the day seemed to come to a slow halt. This was a complete one-eighty of his usual suave, cool and possessive-over-you demeanor.

You wanted to talk to him about this so badly, but you didn't want to upset him or trigger something in him that could cause rash behaviors. So, you just stayed quiet about it as you lost sleep over your lover's silent troubles.

Din's tall frame blocked half of the sun that was shining brilliantly on your back, and your head tipped up to see your Mandalorian in shining armor. He held a cup of some hot liquid in his gloved hand, to which he stretched his arm out so you could take it.

The blissful smell of caf filled your nose, and you hummed in content as you took the cup from his hands.

“Thank you.” You offer Din a small, sweet smile before turning your head to Grogu again before taking a cautious sip of the hot liquid.

Din maneuvered his large body to sit down next to you. He crossed his legs so his right knee was touching your left. You took note of the subtle touch. It was something that he hadn't done in awhile during the day, so you savored it silently.

You both watched as Grogu was waddling around the pond, playing like a child really should've all along. Greef Karga offering this house to Din once he got back from his mission with the other Mandalorians to defeat Moff Gideon was a nice surprise. Karga had a soft spot for Din and Grogu, and over time, you as well.

He was more than happy to give you three a home to where you could settle in peace and actually live a normal life. At peace you were—well, at least you and Grogu. Din was trying so hard to live in normalcy; it was something that he craved desperately. He was trying so hard to adjust to this new life of his. He just didn't know how.

“I was thinking,” Din started, his voice quieter than usual. “We could go to town today to pick out some fresh fruits and meats for the next couple of weeks.”

This clearly took you aback. Din didn’t like going into town often. He wasn’t much of a talker to begin with, and he liked his little bubble with his clan of three—far away from anyone else.

But, him offering this to you was good. Shocking, but a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

“I’d love to. Let me get changed and we can go.” The glee in your voice was evident, and it warmed Din’s heart. You kissed his visor softly before dusting off your legs and turning to head into the house.

Unbeknownst to you, the Mandalorian was also extremely exhausted. He would try to avoid sleep at this point because he was terrified of the same nightmare happening once again. He thinks going into town will be a good distraction not only for you, but for him as well. He knows how much you like to look at the different stands at the market, taking your time to pick out the perfect fruits and meats for everyone.

You appeared by his side again, wearing a pretty brown dress that was floor length with a thin cream scarf wrapped around your shoulders.

“Mesh’la.” Din commented, wrapping his hand around your calf under your dress as he rested his helmet to your abdomen.

“Such a sweet talker.” You teased, resting your hand on the back of his helmet.

“Only for you, cyar’ika.” He murmured, standing up so he was now towering over you once again. You’d brought Grogu’s pod out so you could have him follow you both effortlessly without having to worry about losing him. The little booger got distracted quite easily.

You picked Grogu up and set him in his pod, not without a few whiny protests from him, but he settled in quickly once he realized you were all going somewhere.

The walk into town didn’t take too long. Forty-five minutes at most. It was a bustling scene today, with vendors around every corner and townsfolk littering the paths. This was probably the busiest you’ve ever seen it.

Din put his hand on your lower back to guide you through the crowd. You felt his thumb rub soft circles into your back, whether it be reassurance for him or yourself, you were unsure. But you loved when he touched you like that in public. It made it known you weren’t to be messed with—not that the citizens of Nevarro had ever been rude or unpleasant toward you.

You spotted your favorite fruit vendor and made a beeline for her stand. She greeted you kindly as you picked out plenty of fresh, ripe arrays of the delicious fruit.

Din appeared at your side and the vendor smiled kindly up at your shiny partner. He leaned down to you, leveling his helmet with your ear.

“Here’s some credits for the food. I’ll be back in an hour.” He whispered, caressing your arm.

“Where are you going?” Your brows furrowed as you slipped the credits into the bag you had slung over your shoulder.

“I need to run a quick errand. I’ll be back. Meet me in the towns square when you’re done.” He murmured, and cradled your cheek with his palm ever so gently. You turned your head slightly to kiss his leather-bound palm, nodding.

“Okay.”

“You be good to her, okay Grogu?” Din looks down at his green bug-eyed son, causing him to tilt his head and coo. You giggle softly and watch Din as he nods at you before turning on his heel, heading in the direction of Karga’s quarters.

“Looks like it’s just you n’ me, kiddo.” You grin, and he returns the gesture as you pet his head gently.

For the next hour, you’re gathering all of the food supplies you think you three will need. You make a point to grab Din’s favorite meat, which luckily happened to be the same as Grogu’s. They were both fairly easy to shop for, especially since Grogu wasn’t a picky eater.

Just as you were about to leave, you spotted a vendor who sold herbs and spices. You made your way to the table and looked for ingredients to make a soothing tea that should help Din with his nightmares. You remember your good old ugnaught friend Kuiil (may he rest in peace), who was one of the wisest you’ve ever known, teach you how to make this specific tea to calm you from your anxieties and nightmares you used to have.

After he taught you to make it, you made it often, so you luckily never forgot how to brew it up. You’d hoped this would work for Din because Maker, it seems as if these nightmares wouldn’t cease anytime soon.

You thanked the vendor as you gave him credits for the few herbs you bought, finally making your way to the towns square where Din said he’d meet you. Sure enough, your beloved in shining armor was leaning against a building with his arms crossed, seemingly looking around with nonchalance. He spotted you and his son rather quickly, pushing himself off the building before making his way to you.

“Hi, handsome.” You greet him, and he thanked Maker he was wearing his helmet because he was blushing like a fool underneath it. He still could never get used to your kind compliments toward him.

“Cyar’ika.” He nods down at you, offering you his arm to loop yours through. He grabbed a couple of bags from you before you three began your journey back to your humble abode.

It was sunset by the time you three got back to your home, and Din quickly helped you stow away everything you got from the market. He saw the herbs you’d purchased and was going to ask you about them, but he decided against it as you were quite the avid tea drinker.

Grogu was well under a deep slumber for the night, as he’d had a long day playing and eating his favorite foods. You made a simple stew for dinner and brewed the tea on the side, and since Grogu was happily tucked away in his bedroom, it was just you and Din for the rest of the night.

He’d already stripped off all of his armor, including his helmet, so it left him only in his flight suit. It was nice to see him in his rarest form—no armor, no helmet, just a beautiful, loving man inside and out to be in the company of. Din. Your Din.

The only thing that genuinely worried you, though, was the immediately noticeable dark circles under his beautiful brown eyes. He was exhausted. You could tell.

You were determined to make him drink that tea tonight in hopes of it working its metaphorical magic on him.

Din was staring at you from across the table as you both had finished the hearty stew, and your gaze snapped to his once your thoughts were brushed to the back of your mind.

“What?” You huff playfully, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“I have something for you.” He says, reaching into a pocket of his flight suit. You sat there patiently as whatever it was was now clutched in his large hand, as his free one reached for both of your hands across the table.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika. I want to give this to you as a promise. A promise that I’ll always love you, protect you, and support you throughout all of our endeavors in this life. You are the only one for me. You complete me; you complete this clan of three. I’d be nothing without you or my son by my side.” Din is quiet but sincerely heartfelt, making your heart squeeze in absolute adoration.

He grabbed your other hand and unveiled what was in his palm. It was a bracelet. He clasped it onto your wrist, the dainty but shiny metal heavy. You turned it over to see the charm, and tears sprung to your eyes. It was a simple, tiny mudhorn made out of the same silver material that the bracelet was made out of.

Then it dawned on you—the bracelet was made out of beskar. The same shiny beskar Din’s armor was made out of.

“Din,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “It–It’s so beautiful. Thank you.” You cried, and the soft look in his eyes was enough to make you want to melt into a full-on sob.

“I love you.” You sniffed, admiring the beautiful bracelet that sat perfectly around your wrist.

“I love you more.”

And that was the last of the words exchanged between you both before he carried you off to your shared bed, making the sweetest love he knew how to you.

It had only been a few hours after you both had exhausted yourselves from your passionate love making, quickly dwindling down to a much needed slumber. It was peaceful—Din’s soft breathing on your chest as he lay his head on you, arms wrapped around your torso, and your head rested on top of his soft mane of curls. The breeze was cool enough to keep you both at a comfortable temperature. It was peaceful. Until it wasn’t.

Din popped up with a sharp gasp, gripping your arm so tightly in an unconscious state that it made you immediately jolt awake. He was squeezing your arm unbearably hard, making you cry out in pain as his grip only seemed to be getting tighter.

“Din, Din! Wake up!” You shook him violently, trying to pry his hand from your arm that you’re sure was already bruised terribly. When he kept thrashing around and crying out, you had to think fast. You maneuvered your body so you swung your legs over him so you straddled him. You took both of his shoulders in your hands, squeezing as hard as you could and shaking him as rough as you could muster up.

“Wake up!” The ring of your own plea shocked you as it sounded loud but broken, cracking as the tears spilled from your eyes at the throbbing pain in your arm.

His eyes finally snapped open, chest heaving uncontrollably as his pupils adjusted to the darkness of the room, looking up at you. His gaze moved to the hand wrapped around your arm, and he immediately let go.

Tears were in his eyes as he sobbed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to him.

“Cy-cyar’ika, I’m s-so sorr-y.” He cried, and you tried to shush him gently.

“Din, breathe, it’s okay. You’re safe.” You wept, cradling the back of his head with your hands.

“You’re here.” He choked out, not letting up on your body. Confusion took over you at his words, and you lifted yourself up enough so you could look him in the eyes.

“Din, honey, what were you dreaming about?” Both of your hands moved to cradle his face, and he immediately melted into your touch.

“It’s Moff Gideon. I keep–” He paused, swallowing hard as if he kept speaking he’d quite literally die from lack of oxygen. It took him a minute to compose himself as best as he could before he continued. “These nightmares that I have. They’re always of Moff Gideon capturing you and Grogu and I can’t find either of you. Bo-Katan tries to help me but it’s no use. In this one–,” Din tries to catch his breath, but a heartbreaking sob escapes him instead. “He k-killed you right in front of me.”

Your breathing stopped as you stilled, your brows threading together. Now you understood. You don’t even know how you’d cope with having nightmares like that, especially one so severe seeing Din being taken away from you with nothing you could do about it.

“Oh, Din,” You leaned down, sorrow in your eyes before you kissed him gently. You pulled apart from him slightly, thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “I’m right here. I promise.” You sit up again and dangle your newly prized possession—the bracelet he gifted you—in front of him and pointed at it.

“You see this? You’ll always have me. I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, ner cyare, I’m never going to leave you. Not in real life, not in your dreams. I’m safe. Grogu’s safe. You’ve got us for eternity.” You rest your forehead against his as you lean down again, and as his sobs subside, you two hold each other for awhile before he starts to kiss your neck very softly.

“How badly did I hurt your arm?” He whispers, hating himself for unconsciously laying his hands on you in a hurtful way. Hurting you is the last thing in the whole universe he’d ever want to do.

“Not that bad.” You lied, feeling the unbearable throbbing pain as you spoke.

“Cyar’ika, please don’t lie to me.” He cups your face in his warm palms, eyes searching yours. You give him a small smile and sigh, knowing he sees right through you.

“It’s going to leave a dark bruise.” You admit, and his lips tremble in pure sadness.

“Maker, I’m so sorry. I never meant–”

“Sh sh, I know. I know,” You shushed him, kissing his forehead. You let him hold you a little longer before you began to move off of him.

“Where are you going?” Your heart broke at the tone of his voice, but you slipped on your nightgown over your naked body before offering him your hand on your uninjured arm.

“C’mon, I want you to drink something to help you. With the nightmares and lack of sleep.” He took your hand and slipped his underwear back on before you led him into the kitchen. The moonlight was bright enough throughout the house that you didn’t need any lights on, which set a calm ambience.

You poured Din the premade tea you brewed hours before, handing him a cup. He looked at you then looked down at it, cautiously lifting the cup to his lips as he sipped the lukewarm liquid carefully. You both sat in silence as he drank the rest of the delightfully surprising semi-sweet liquid.

“Let me look at your arm.” He says as he lifts you up on the counter, making you eye-level with him. He takes your arm softly and skates his fingertips ever so lightly over the already purpling bruise, making you suck in a breath and flinch. Even the lightest touch hurt. He gave you a look of apology before kissing your shoulder, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

You tangled your fingers in his soft hair, kissing the side of his head in comfort. You’d never seen Din so defeated. He was a strong man who’s armor made him nearly invincible, but underneath all of it, he was a beautiful man with a beautiful heart who had the strongest love for his tiny family. He would tear the whole galaxy apart to find you and Grogu, and he’d easily take a blaster shot if it meant you two got to survive. You two were everything to him, and although he sometimes had a hard time expressing his feelings, you knew very clearly that he loved you both so very much.

“Let me give you a bacta shot. For your arm.” His eyes meet yours once more, and you’d usually never agree, but the pain in your arm was like nothing you’d ever felt before. You almost felt sorry for the poor laiserbrain criminals Din had killed just by choking them to death with his iron-like grip.

You nod your head wordlessly, hand dropping from his hair as he turned on his heel after telling you to ‘stay right there, he’ll be right back.’ He was back in less than a minute with a pad of alcohol and the bacta shot. He wiped down the area above the bruise on your arm, administering the shot in such a hasty manner that you barely even felt it.

He patched up the little poke on your arm, helping you off the counter. Sleep suddenly overcame you both like a wave crashing to a shore. You threaded your fingers through his and pulled him back to the bedroom, clambering into bed. He followed suit, pulling you in carefully as your injured arm rested on his chest. The strong, steady beat of his heart had you nearly unconscious in less than a couple of minutes at most.

That night, Din had finally slept the most tranquilly he ever has in his life—free of night terrors, wrapped around the one he loved, and finally at peace knowing his clan of three was truly safe in this house they’d all made a home.

mando'a translations:

cyar'ika: darling, sweetheart

mesh'la: beautiful

ni kar’tayl gar darasuum: I love you

ner cyare: my beloved

#din djarin imagine #din djarin fluff #din djarin one shot #din djarin imagines #din djarin #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal imagine #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian imagines #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x female reader #din djarin x f!reader #din dijarin fanfiction #din grogu #grogu

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killmongerskeepermain · 2 years

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Past Regrets // Shuri

Summary: You made a promise to T'Challa in the events of his secret illness. A promise you couldn't keep without hurting Shuri. If you could change the past, you would.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst // Fluff // Mentioned Character Death // My sorry ass attempt at angst lol //

Words: 2.5k

Bendifuna usisi wam omdala - I needed my older sister.

A/N: As stated this is my sorry excuse for angst. Some of yall are GIFTED. Because yall be making me cry and shit! Lol

You remained still as you heard Ayo announce that you were home. You never thought you'd be back in Wakanda so soon. The phone call was brief but unpleasant. The king, T'Challa had passed on. The man you called your brother. The man who helped you in your dark times. The only one besides Queen Ramonda who understood your reasoning to leave Wakanda behind in the first place. He had requested you be there for the funeral. To console his mother and sister. Giving the Queen words of comfort was easy but Shuri? She will most likely shut you out immediately. After all, you didn't leave on good terms with the princess.

"Y/N. We have arrived." Ayo spoke softly. She always treated you with respect. Even after falling out with your sister Okoye and your ex. Okoye was another thought that caused your stomach to drop. You haven't seen or spoken to her since you left 2 years ago. It was time to face them all as you felt the ship land. You slowly stood as the door opened revealing the soft smile of the Queen and the scowl of the princess. As you step off the aircraft Queen Ramonda was the first to welcome you with a tight hug.

"Thank you for coming back my child." She smiled before you gave a small bow. You made no move to hug Shuri as you spoke to the pair. More so the queen.

"My condolences to you Queen mother. Princess." You locked eyes with Shuri for a second before turning back to her mother. "I hope to offer comfort for your loss." She gave a short nod before motioning to Aneka to show you your room.

“She didn’t have to come back mother. We don’t need her here.”, You winced at the malice in Shuri’s hushed voice before the queen called out to you once more.

"I will be there to speak with you soon Y/N. It's good to have you home." She said as you followed the Dora to your old room. It was still the way you left it. Nothing had been moved out of place.

"I was expecting my room to have been changed into a place where Shuri throws her old projects in." You said and Aneka shook her head.

"Both T'Challa and the Queen insisted nothing be touched in case you ever decided to come back. You ran your fingers over the dresser before biting the bullet. "How's Okoye?" She let out a small sigh before giving you a wide smile.

"She's okay. She was supposed to accompany the family upon your arrival but asked me to come instead." You gave a short laugh as you sat on your bed looking up at the ceiling. "Sounds like her. Thank you Aneka." The Dora dismissed herself as you began to go through your bag, ugly memories flooding back, filling you with sadness.

// Flashback //

"What are you on about now Y/N?" Shuri asked you with her face buried in the sequence before her. Ever since Killmonger attacked a couple of years back she's been stuck in the lab doing any and everything she could possibly think of. Except get good rest and actually eat a meal.

"Shuri you haven't left this lab in weeks. You have to rest for awhile sthandwa." You said in a soft voice but she waved you off. You were trying not to get upset as you watched her speed around the lab. "Shuri I'm serious. Your mother is worried about you. And T'Challa wishes to see his sister more." While it was true you also wished you could tell her the full truth. The truth is T'Challa now has an undisclosed illness. He doesn't want to tell Shuri because of how she'll react. All you can do is try to push her to spend all the time she can with him. As neither you, his mother or he knows when the time will come. "They can easily walk in here if they want to see me so badly."

"After everything that has happened don't you think you should be with them more? Killmonger? Thanos? You all lost so many years after that. Goes to show anything could happen and you all should spend quality time." You said and she froze before throwing her tablet down on the table.

"And how would you know? You didn't get snapped away!"

"No but I had to deal with the loss of all of you! I had to live here while you all were gone! Don't make this seem like I was affected. I just want to help!" You shouted as she was in your face now.

"I don't need help Y/N! Why try to fix what isn't broken? Everything is fine. Everyone is fine. We don't need a family therapy session." She spat and you dropped your shoulders in defeat.

"I'm just saying anything can happen, Shuri." You spoke as she turned her back to continue working. You looked up at the ceiling to keep the tears from falling down your face. You didn't want to tell her why you pushed so hard for them to spend time. Not during a fight. But it was now or never. "I'm leaving Wakanda." She spun on her heels as you stared at the floor not wanting to see her reaction.

"This is not a time for jokes Y/N." She said and your eyes found hers. Disbelief floating around her orbs and you bit your lip. Realization crossed her features when you didn't respond and you swore you saw a flash of anger quickly replace it. "Seriously. You're leaving me." You didn't want her to think that way and opened your mouth to speak before the door to the lab opened as Okoye entered.

"You two can be heard all the way down the hall. Can you just make up and relax?" She questioned before looking between you. You avoided Shuri's stare as she burned holes through your face. "What is going on?"

"Go ahead Y/N. Tell her." You sadly sighed as you were put on the spot. You had planned it out how to let everyone down gently. Including Okoye. "Tell her! What are you scared of your big sister now?" You tilted your head at her outburst before Okoye stood in front of you.

"I'm leaving. Leaving Wakanda for awhile." You mumbled and she went rigid as you searched her face for a reaction. Anything. But it seems she was still in her Dora Milaje state as the princess was present. It hurt.

"Since you're leaving, Okoye will see you out." Ouch

"Shuri-"

"You've said enough now, get out. Go enjoy your life. You won't be missed here." You turned to your sister for help but she stood tall without as much as a word. You scoffed at the two before exiting the lab with haste not bothering to look back.

// End of Flashback //

And you haven't turned back until now. A soft knock interrupted your thoughts and you turned to see Queen Ramonda with a smile on her lips. She scammed your face and could tell you were having an internal battle with yourself. Without a word she pulled you into a hug rubbing your back with words of comfort. "Everything will be alright Y/N."

"I'm supposed to be comforting you remember?" You laughed and she rubbed your arms.

"I think it is best if you talk to her. Maybe it will do you both some good."

"Some good? She's probably going to ignore me until I force her to talk. After our last fight, I'm sure she doesn't want anything to do with me."

"I beg to differ. She still isn't aware of the reason you left. Her brother never got the chance to tell her." She said and you felt your body freeze up. She still just thinks you just up and left. You gave a small nod as she kissed the top of your head before moving to leave you to your thoughts. You couldn't find the strength to move from your spot as you tried to think of what to say. 'Hey I'm sorry I left but you needed to hang out with your brother before he died?' Sounds like the perfect icebreaker. Pushing your braids out of your face you gathered your courage before making your way to the lab. Your palms started to sweat as you balled your fists trying to calm your nerves. Upon entering you lowered your eyes to the ground, hearing all the commotion around you. Then you heard her.

"It's simple really. But I'm sure you tried your best." She spoke to a scientist before she turned to walk the other way. Her being froze when she met your gaze and you bit the inside of your cheek. "Is there something you need?"

"No I'm just-"

"Then you have no reason to be in my lab." She spat and you sighed. She's still mad. Why wouldn't she be?

"Princess if you just hear me out." You tried to reason with her before she dropped her things and turned to look at you. Memories of your last fight came rushing back but you held your ground, refusing to be intimidated. She grew taller and now stood over you but you had a promise to keep.

"There's nothing for me to hear. You said what you had to say the last time you were in here. Now leave." She said with authority in her voice, leaving you a bit irritated. "Now you're hard of hearing? I said leave."

"I am not one of your scientists, Shuri. You will NOT speak to me as such. So stop acting like a child and let's talk." You retorted, dropping all formalities as she held an unreadable look in her eyes.

"Leave us." She said in a low voice before all of the scientists scurried out of the room. "You have some nerve."

"Oh I have plenty. But I made a promise to your brother to be there for you and Queen Ramonda. And I plan to keep it whether you like it or not." Your words held her attention and she stood a few steps away from you. You held her stare before another familiar voice spoke out to you.

"I can hear you both all the way down the hall. Can we not talk in a civilized manner without going at each other's throats?" Okoye scorned and you lowered your gaze to the floor. Even after not seeing her for years you still felt intimidated by the older woman.

"We were just talking." Your words came out mumbled and Shuri scoffed.

"Now you're afraid of your older sister? What happened to all that nerve Y/N? You had so much of it when you got up and left. Left your home. My mother and brother. Okoye. You left me." She spat in your face and you swear you could hear your heart beating through your ears.

"But I had a good reason. You'd know that if you'd just listen to me." Shuri threw up her hands as she turned away from you. She was done with the conversation and won’t even listen to your reasoning.

"T'Challa wanted to give everything he could to everyone before he passed. Nakia, Queen Ramonda, you! He chose to suffer in silence so he could make that happen." You were trying so hard to keep it together in front of them. "His last hope for me. He wanted me to finish my education back in the states. Finish where I left off before he became king. He felt bad for me having to pause my education. He wanted me to make something of myself and then come back here to stand by your side! I was supposed to graduate BEFORE he died." You had tears rolling down your cheeks as you let out all the pain you held in your body. "You think you were the only one who was hurting?! He told me he was sick and to keep it to myself until he told you himself. I was going to tell you anyway but you were just so angry and unreasonable that day I said I was just leaving. I didn't want to tell you while we were fighting! I didn't want to leave but I respected T'Challa's wishes because he treated me like I was part of the family."

"Y/N maybe we should-

"And you! After everything I begged you to help me figure out how to talk to her before I left. But you kept saying the princess had things to do or the princess is busy. The princess did not need distractions. You never understood how I felt! You were always in Dora mode! Why do you think I don't talk to you!" You screamed as she stood tall but you could see tears starting to form. Her mask was failing.

"I didn't need the General of the Dora Milaje to tell me what to do! Bendifuna usisi wam omdala!"(I needed my older sister!) The words slipped past your lips in Xhosa and Okoye let the tear fall down her face. "I needed my sister. I needed you! And you both pushed me away." The silence that engulfed the room became too much for you to handle so you quickly thought of a way to run and hide. Something you were used to doing. You wiped your face before fixing your composure. "I'm sorry for bothering you princess."

You turned on your heels leaving the two in silence as you went back to your room. You walked over to the balcony and leaned on the railing. The wind breezed past you and you let your eyes close to take in the comforting feeling. You felt your body sway a little as you thought back to simpler times. Times where you and Shuri would pull limitless pranks on T'Challa. Having dinner with the family. Okoye giving you sisterly advice. Your first kiss with Shuri. Letting out a sigh you felt a presence behind you and turned to see Queen Ramonda standing with her hands intertwined.

"My apologies for interrupting you dear." She smiled as she joined you outside. "Ayo informed me of your conversation with Shuri."

"Wouldn't call it a conversation. More of a screaming match. And I did most of the screaming." You said as you found yourself in her motherly embrace. "I didn't mean to yell. It's like something snapped and I couldn't hold it all in anymore."

"It's alright child. I'm not angry with you. Honestly I'm happy you let it out. Give Shuri some things to think about."

"Queen mother. Maybe it was a mistake coming back." You whispered and she gave a soft smile.

"There are no mistakes. But if you feel as if this is not for you, I'll get the jet prepared to take you back home." She rubbed your arms and you shook your head.

"I promised T'Challa I'd give my support. To both you and the princess. It hurts, yes. But I won't break that promise. It's the last thing he wished for me." She gave a small nod. Her silence was deafening but deep down you knew she understood. She understood everything. “I’ll stay. But I’ll make sure to be out of the way. I won’t cause any more trouble.” Ramonda gave a short scoff as she hugged you tighter. A familiar warmth washed over you as you brought your own arms around the Queen. A warmth you refuse to let go of a second time.

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problems-exe · 3 months

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prim questions: how old is he? whats his favorite food (can he actually eat normal food?) what are all abilities they have magic-wise, and are they good at using them?

also I wanna know how reaper fared initially with figuring out how to take care of them (plus the immediate reaction to error showing up like "hey can you adopt this child")

Hi!! Ahh thank you so much for the questions!!! I am always more than happy to talk about Prim! I apologize for how long these answers are, but I hope I managed to answer everything properly!

Answers are below the cut because these are very long, haha

Q1. When making Prim I didn't have a specific age in mind for them, so when drawing them I just kind of imagine them as whatever age fits the vibe I'm going for. Generally when I draw them I imagine them to be somewhere around nineteen to in their early twenties. Just depends on what I'm going for though! The only two canon ages I have for them at the moment, are them being physically and mentally seven at their creation, and them being eleven when they moved in with Reaper.

Q2. His favorite food is Strawberry Shortcake! It's one of the first foods that Ink brought him when he was still in the Doodlesphere. He can eat normal food, but he doesn't need to in order to survive. He's able to survive without eating, but going a long time without doing so will leave him feeling physically exhausted. He also can eat various art supplies, something that he also can survive without. But eating art supplies helps replenish his magic. Meaning if he were to use his magic to, for example, create something, the magic he used would not replenish itself naturally. If he didn't eat any art supplies for awhile, and had been using his magic frequently, eventually it would take more energy to use it properly and could potentially backfire on him. Her favorite art supply to eat is colored pencils :)

Q3. Here's A bunch of Prim's magical abilities! As of right now these are the only canon ones, but I might tweak these a bit and add more later on!

She's able to bend and reshape her body, allowing her to change her appearance however she pleases. However, it takes a lot of focus and energy to shape herself, especially if it's a large change. So she's usually not able to keep form for long. The only exception to this, is if she's forming something that she has repeatedly made before, such as a weapon, which is what she mostly uses this ability for. This is incredibly useful in combat, as she can reshape her weapons of choice at will to suit whatever situation she's in. Generally, she sticks to using two twin sickles that form into the palm of her hands on command.

This is what they look like!

Going along with this ability, she can also create something out of thin air with the use of her magic. This is how she created her clothes. This also takes a lot of energy to do, but it's useful so she often keeps herself stocked up with art supplies that she can snack on to replenish the magic used to create whatever she made.

Of course, she also has the classic ability to summon strings that she can use to fight with, but she often chooses not to do so. They're not her preferred method of attack. Instead, she uses them in her home to string things to the ceiling.

She uses her magic to keep a solid form, it's more of a subconscious thing than anything. This prevents her from dripping ink all over the place, unless she specifically makes an effort to try and make a mess. This also means that if she hasn't eaten in awhile, she becomes quite melty and leaves ink everywhere.

She's also able to create portals, simply having to just wipe her hand on a wall, or slide her foot across the floor, allowing herself to leave ink where she touches. She then can use this to open a portal, melting into it like how Ink can with his paints.

Surprisingly, she doesn't actually use magic that often. It takes a lot of energy out of her, and to her it's not a necessity anyway. She's fairly good at using her abilities, but they took a long time to practice and perfect. Like when she first started trying to form her hands into her weapons, it just ended up leaving a large Ink puddle and proved unsuccessful.

Q4. When Error showed up to Reaper's house, with Prim at his side, Reaper was understandably dumbfounded and very against the idea of taking this kid in. He's *death* after all. The literal Grim Reaper. He would be the worst person to take care of a child. And Prim, having heard stories about different universes from Ink, is able to put together the pieces pretty quickly as to who exactly Error had brought him to, and they find themselves agreeing that they shouldn't be there. Error, however, doesn't budge, and after a *long* “conversation” (borderline argument) Reaper finally relents and allows the kid to stay. Prim isn't ecstatic about it, but has convinced themselves that it's better than the Doodlesphere.

At this point, Reaper had been friends with Life for awhile, so he had more empathy and understanding towards the living. But being understanding from a distance and actually having to care for something alive, turned out to be very different. There was definitely a struggle for awhile, and often Reaper would find himself going to Life for advise, who was more than happy to help out. He would often forget what you needed to keep someone alive, which luckily didn't cause *too* much of a problem, since Prim isn't exactly a mortal. They could survive without food for awhile, no biggie, they had been doing so when Ink forgot about them anyway. Reaper is allowed to make mistakes, because Prim won't really care or be surprised if he messes up. Atleast Reaper doesn't leave him alone all the time. Things are definitely hard for awhile, but eventually Reaper starts to improve at being a parent little by little. And eventually he finds himself becoming a surprisingly good dad.

Something a little extra, when Reaper first took in Prim he had exactly one house rule for them. Prim could never touch him. No hugs, no high fives, nothing. Reaper was pretty sure that the kid wouldn't die if he touched them, given who their parents are, but he wasn't about to take any chances. Prim really had no problem with this, as they weren't a huge fan of physical touch anyway. This however led to some very awkward moments where Prim would be having a bad day and Reaper would kind of just stand there awkwardly unsure of what to do, like 🧍‍♂️. Life had told him that mortals often appreciated hugs when they're sad, but that wasn't exactly on the table and he was shit at comforting people so sometimes he'd just kind of stand there and stare at them, make a bad pun, and then leave. This eventually changed when Prim ended up tripping and accidently bumping into Reaper, who's touch didn't kill them immediately. Reaper was definitely beating himself up about making such a big deal out of nothing.

OKAY THAT'S EVERYTHING!

Thank you so much again for asking!! I'm so happy that you're interested in Prim's lore!

#asks.exe #shynetyme06 #printerjamau

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tokillamockingbird427 · 11 months

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Because a lot of people did so, here my contribution to the Walker kids (also shamelessly to just talk about one of my OCs that i never manage to talk about):

Grace, born right in the middle of David and Logan, in April 2000, tho to a different mom, which is all fine and well, they all three were together for awhile and happy about the kid. Grace was a papa's girl, she loved Elias a lot

Tho when Grace was 8, they split up and Grace went with her mum to her home country of Germany (why? I'm german it's the only reason) There she still grew up around military, because her step dad also was a soldier, just in the german airforce.

She started growing resentful to Elias, because she thought that he didn't want anything to do with her anymore, because there were no calls, no letters, nothing from him. Eventhough she wrote him countless times, til she was 14 and gave up.

After ODIN took place she used her us-citizenship (cause she was born there) to join the us army too, given that she never really lost her sense of home to the US and also partly to see if she can manage to run across Elias or her brothers along the way and see if they even remember her.

She worked her ass of, becomming one of the best and coming on Merricks radar and getting pulled into the ghosts, where she for the first time again sees Elias, who does not seem to recognise her (she isn't running under the name Walker, but her Step dads name that she took when her mum and him got married). She plays along, staying distant to Elias, because she doesn't wanna get close to him again, not if he doesn't remember her.

She does tell him or rather everyone, in a fit, when she couldn't hold it down anymore. She basically turns to scream everything she had in her since she was 9/10 and started thinking her dad forgot her. Everyone is perplex, because Elias did say that he has a daughter out there somewhere, they all still thought she was (more or less) safe in Europe. Hesh and Logan are stunned that ther sister is back, without anyone knowing, especially because they thought that she left them, never to be heard from again.

Elias is just hurt and angry, not at Grace tho, he lets her scream everything out, before hugging her and apologizing that she felt that way and that he could never forget her, before telling her his side. Because what Grace and the boys didn't know was that the split wasn't nice behind the scene, that's why Grace's mum took her onto a whole different continent and that she left without an address or a number that he can call to keep in contact, he wanted to but he couldn't. (Also he did write letters for her birthdays and other stuff, had them in a drawer for the day that they actually either meet again or he finds an address to send them to, but they got lost in the destruction of ODIN) Basically her mother cut off all ties and the letters that Grace wrote, seemed to never have been sent out to Elias in the first place. Which obviously leads to a whole other sort of anger, but they decide to try to contact her mother, when the shit around them dies down a little bit.

When the shock dies down the boys get excited that they got their lost sister back. And they all do grow closer againm and start to catch up about how life went while they were apart.

That's it for now, also don't ask how that worked with custody and everything, in my head basically Elias gave up his, because it all would've been difficult with Grace being on a diffrent continent, but i don't know, not my area of expertise. And to the fact that he couldn't find them, if you don't manually agree to be put into the telephone book here in Germany, no-one can find out your address without illegal methods (unless you post it somewhere else yourself, we take privacy very serious)

-🐑

That's some well thought out lore! Nice. Points for tragedy, everybody got hurt here. Dang. Poor girl, just wanted her dad.

Ngl tho she funny as hell for not telling them. Undercover until she get's pissed enough, lmaoooo.

I was gonna make a joke about needing to make my own Walker but I think I already did lmao, I forget his name tho. Roger? Call sign was dumb too. I should make like actual notes on him, it'd be fun.

#call of duty ghosts #elias walker #logan walker #hesh walker #grace walker (sheepy's oc)#me-is-confused #🐑 anon #i'll still add the 🐑 tag because well. while no longer anon. you are sheepy 🐑 baah

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yandere-fics · 11 months

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can we have the NSFW alphabet for Elisha?

I just love her too much

(I took a couple of days off to finally get around to Demon Slayer season 3, which btw god bless whoever directed it because it was a phenomenal job. Anyways I'm back and at it. Elisha is mildly gross.)

Warning: afab genitals referenced.

♡ Elisha's NSFW Alphabet ♡

♡ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) ♡

It's subpar, I mean you can ask for what you want but she's not going to fully know right away until you tell her and when you tell her, she'll feel very crappy for not realizing. It's just that her stamina is crazy high due to all the traveling so she's up and ready to go and might not realize that the only reason she feels fine is because she has unlimited stamina. You just need to gently remind her that you aren't built like that though and then she'll make sure you're always taken care of afterwards.

Inns aren't the most comfortable place but it's what you two have to work with, although sometimes you don't even have that so forgive her if sometimes aftercare is her wrapping you in blankets in a tent and making you some stew. Other times you're be staying at the home of a local nobility and she'll even call for the maids to come take care of both of you, normally she would be jealous of people seeing you like that but she thinks of it as a romantic little spa date.

♡ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ♡

Her shoulders, they're very broad. When she was younger it was something she didn't like but after meeting her darling, she really appreciates having broad shoulders and having her arms engulf her darling so easily. It makes it easier to toss you over her shoulders too if she's in a really spicy mood although it's a rarer occurrence since she's kind of a switch.

She's a leg kind of gal. Doesn't matter what kind of legs you got, she loves them. She'd probably never say it to your face since it would be far too embarrassing, even after you two have been together awhile, but she loves giving piggyback rides just so she can squeeze your legs without seeming like a weirdo. She doesn't give neck hickies(liar, she still does just maybe like one or two), she gives thigh hickies.

♡ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) ♡

Type of delusional to put on a strap and beg you to let her put a baby in you. Honestly the only one of my yanderes who I could picture wanting a baby with her darling and having a breeding kink and she is one of the ones who would not be able to naturally put a baby in you unless it was omegaverse. Although I could totally picture her finding some weird magic so she can temporarily impregnate you, even if you also can't naturally get pregnant, where there's a will there's a way and if you agreed, she'd fucking find a way to knock you up. It literally does not matter what the two of you are naturally capable of, she will make it happen if you allow it. It's also one of the few times she'll get more dominant.

Otherwise if breeding is off the table, she doesn't particularly care much as long as it happens. She's not one of the yandere who likes to go for multiple rounds or do overstimulation since you two have to travel a lot and she's mostly satisfied with a clean and easy quickie.

♡ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ♡

Panty sniffer. Did it once just cause you left them on the floor, sort of liked it and just does it sometimes. Not even in a gross sexual way, she just enjoys the way you smell so if you're out of the room, she might smell them but she'd not using them to get off or anything like that. She also is always fighting back the urge to cry tears of joy during sex, you'll never notice she might cry unless you know what to look for though since she does a pretty good job of not letting you know, especially once y'all are actually together, she wouldn't want to embarrass herself in front of you.

♡ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) ♡

In theory she has experience but in reality she was attending an all girls catholic boarding school before she fell into the kingdom so while she knew things based on what other people told her, she has never put any of it into practice. She knew what things were like sex toys since they told each other everything in the dorms but it's only technical theory. She's pretty smart so she can put things together which is how she manages to figure out how to produce sex toys since she knew a little bit about how they functioned despite never seeing them but again nothing is put into practice. She's kissed a few people but nothing beyond that.

♡ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) ♡

Whichever one keeps you from hurting since most of the time you're on the ground. One of her favorites when she has the choice is laying directly on top of you from behind especially when your legs and arms buckle from doggy style. She's not especially picky since most of the time she keeps you on top so that way you don't get hurt on the hard ground.

♡ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) ♡

Very not goofy, she's about to start crying tears of joy, even a quickie is the most serious, romantic moment to her. There's really just no goofing off with her. She might tease and taunt you at the beginning of the relationship before she shows her vulnerable side but the very moment you give your body to her, it's an extremely tender moment. She could literally be teasing you but the moment you even kiss her, she's hooked, she might try to keep being snarky but she's also pretty delusional and automatically sees this as you two being in love and therefore she can't bring herself to joke anymore.

♡ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) ♡

I have a deep love of hairy women, I think she has a happy trail, why? Idk, cause I want her to, enough said. It's very well groomed and trimmed though but it's there. Do with that knowledge as you will.

♡ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) ♡

The setting will not be the most romantic but she's going to be cooing in your ear the whole time. Luckily you're not paying attention to what she's actually saying or it would be concerning instead of romantic. She says the most concerning things in such a soft, romantic tone. She'll literally be like "I'm going to rip their throats out for you, would you like that my love? I just want to make you so happy. I promise I'll make you the happiest you can be, baby." You only hear the second part and don't hear the threats to the mercenaries that were rude earlier that evening. Might want to just tune her out during sex cause she might say some crazy shit.

♡ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) ♡

Almost never, all her energy has been put into being the adventurer since she fell into this world. She doesn't even think about it much before her darling. After meeting her darling she'll take time sometimes to do it but it's not going to be all the time and then once you're together she prefers to just seek you out for it instead since doing it with you is much better.

♡ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) ♡

I've said this multiple times but sex toys. She has a lot of funding from her travels and knowledge of new age technology so she can basically just make whatever, she's a STEM girly, she make ones that literally make you pass out and wake up feeling like you've met the gods.

There's also her massive breeding kink, she will find a way to produce her own sperm if that's what it takes, then she will stuff it inside a custom made dildo. Obviously she won't do this if you don't want children but at least let her put something in the custom dildo so she can have the experience of pretending she's breeding you. It's rather impractical since it greatly increases clean up time but she doesn't care, she will put off slaying monsters for this, she will allow villages to burn just because she wanted to do this instead.

♡ L = Location (favorite places to do the do) ♡

Anywhere as long as people aren't directly looking at you, she's not an exhibitionist but she will finger you in the dark corner booth of a tavern, but if anyone's eyes dart over to you both, they are going to lose them so eventually you force her to stop doing this. After that it's mostly up against trees in the forest, sometimes in a slow moving river, or in an inn the two of you are protecting currently.

♡ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) ♡

Highly scent motivated, if you smell strongly it will get her going. If you've been sweating alot from traveling with her then she'll want it, and if you've just washed yourself and smell sweet then it'll get her motivated too. She loves both the nice floral scents(couldn't be me, lol, I'm allergic to most flowers) that you have when you've freshly washed and she enjoys when you're at your most primal. She's also heavily motivated by battle because she's crazy she loves protecting you.

♡ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) ♡

Let people look at you when you're vulnerable, she doesn't mind if you two are loud and everyone hears everything but she won't let people see. She's also very much not a sharer, I can't see her getting along with another yandere, because of her delusions I imagine she would think they are coercing you even if you're clearly enjoying yourself with them, she will fuck you on their corpse after though so enjoy that.

♡ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) ♡

Mostly a giver since she likes smelling you(eww, please stop) but she's okay receiving too. She's not much of a 69er, it's just awkward in the forest, she won't sit on your face no matter how hard you beg, so if you want it, you'll have to force her to sit down, then she will actually start to cry. She's a hypocrite though cause while she won't sit on your face for fear of hurting you, she'll get angry if you won't sit on hers. Like legitimately angry that you are hovering above her face.

In terms of skill, she's good at figuring it out, she's very adaptable, you don't even need to really guide her, she's driven by instinct alone on this one. Like she was born to eat pussy even though she's awkward with everything else.

♡ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) ♡

Fast and soft, the only hard part will be the ground since you're doing it in a lot of harsher environments. Don't tell her that the ground was rough though unless you want her to go so slow the next few times that you're almost unable to cum.

♡ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) ♡

Almost everything you do is a quickie except for the few times you're able to rest at an inn or the house of a local noble. Even then it's a lot more rushed than some of the other yanderes would be, considering you're rushing to do it so you can get cleaned up and enjoy the amenities at the house before you have to rush out again. She doesn't view quickies as any less, everything you do is love be it sex or just walking around with her so she's not going to be too upset since in the end she's still getting to love on you.

♡ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) ♡

She's down for a lot of things, just tell her exactly what it is that you want to do with her and she'll do it. As long as it doesn't involve majorly hurting you or allowing others to see you, she'll give it a try once, at least for you.

♡ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) ♡

If you had unlimited time for these things then she could go for basically forever, you'd look like your soul was ripped out of your body by the end meanwhile she's lightly panting from a good workout. There is a reason she was pulled into this world as the chosen adventurer, she can go forever so you better count your blessings that she doesn't have time to do that.

♡ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) ♡

Duh, next question. No but seriously in the kingdom she's known for being an adventurer and once she has her darling, she is known as the one who mass produces all the sex toys. Nobles often forget that she's a dragon slayer since they know her because she invented the bullet vibe they've been using on their own darling.

♡ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ♡

Not at all, it seems strange before you get to know her since when you first met she was constantly teasing you and acting like she never took anything seriously. She'd constantly invite you to spend the night with her but the moment you oblige, all that teasing energy evaporates.

♡ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) ♡

She's very quiet, the only sounds coming out of her are sweet threats towards anyone who bothered you recently or just have a bad vibe in general. She's speaking quicker than she's ever spoken in her life and that's saying something because she was the best liar at catholic school.

♡ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) ♡

Sprained your ankle fucking you once and never did that position ever again no matter how much you reassured her that it wasn't the positions fault, you were just tired and put a bit too much weight on the foot when you shouldn't have.

♡ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) ♡

Tiny boobs. I don't know why but my mind is telling me that there is no way Elisha has anything about an A cup. They are very soft which is also surprising to learn because she's very muscular. Her legs are the most muscular part of her but she does have a pretty muscular body everywhere else too.

♡ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) ♡

It's decent, she likes it regularly but it mostly satisfied after one or two rounds, as long as she feels you've had her love proven to you then she'll stop, her yearning gets higher if you're pulling away and she feels she needs to love on you harder though.

♡ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) ♡

Does she even sleep? I mean she is always hunting a dragon or some other stupid monster so she's rarely ever getting time to sleep. She might sleep once a week but occasionally you can coax her into a long long session which might make her relax enough to fall asleep but you'll have to try really hard if you want her to fall asleep with you afterwards.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #my oc elisha

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veilkeeper · 10 months

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I HADN'T SEEN YOU REBLOGIGNG THAT ASK GAME!

ok so. one moment while i throw all of these at you, there will be two of these.

firstly for Roz (my beloved): 3 + 10 + 13 + 20 + 23 + 26 + 32 (im curious about the burn scars) and 48 <3

(consider the amount of questions payback, lov u <3)

oh... the quencies.... (im delighted) okay this one might take awhile

(questions from here)

3. What is your character’s moral alignment?

true neutral leaning to neutral good. they make most of their decisions from the "what benefits me/the people i care about the most" viewpoint with a little bit of the caveat "without needlessly fucking over random people"

10. If your Tav didn’t become an adventurer, what else would they be doing?

the last time they were in faerun they were making a living as a bounty hunter/contract killer in baldur's gate. they were good at it. so probably that!

13. How does your Tav fight in a combat situation?

in game mechanically a lot of their time is spent using ensnaring strike on an enemy and then shooting them until that guy is dead, rinse and repeat until the encounter ends. occasionally they'll also pop divine favour for some extra radiant damage, or cast shield of faith. in my mind palace where roz is allowed to be a powerful scion even before the tadpole, they do that but with a hefty dose of "also i can light you on fire with my mind <3"

(putting the rest under the cut)

20. If you’re romancing anyone, why did your Tav fall for them? And why did that character fall for your Tav?

ive talked about this a little bit before, but initially roz was not falling for astarion. it was like, "okay yeah we'll sleep together because you want to and i dont really care." but eventually, as roz got to start seeing a more genuine side of astarion and he started to really... mean the things he was saying to them, it became a lot more about "i think i can care about you, and maybe... just maybe... you could care about me?" and that's the sort of thing that shakes roz to their core. and coincidentally, astarion kind of goes through the same thing.

23. What is your Tav’s favorite moment they’ve had with their lover?

not you sending me questions that are making me go (*/ω＼*) in real life... okay with halsin i hc back in the shadow cursed lands that he would turn into his bear form and let roz sit up cozy against him because they are always cold (they are a toothpick) and i think that was just... really nice for them. with astarion.... i think the first time they end up in roz's tent together without any blood-drinking or sex. without even the suggestion of it. that's when it first hits for roz that this might actually be about more than a transaction, so that's their favourite moment.

26. What is the most prominent color in your Tav’s color scheme?

answered here!

32. How did your Tav get their scars, if they have any?

i promised id wait for this information to be ASKED for so here we go. basically i hc that roz was from a really small creche and when they were young-ish (10-12) a training raid drew a little too much attention and the creche was attacked. and well... you know how ive said before that they arent a very good githyanki? when their creche started to burn, instead of taking up arms, they hid. everyone in that creche had either told them they should be culled or had tried to cull them, so they didn't really care if the place fell apart. however, while they were hiding, a pile of burning debris fell on them, fucking up a lot of their right side. they managed to escape the creche and do-gooder types who had no idea what was happening saw a dying kid and dragged them to the nearest temple of lathander, and the rest is history.

48. Where does your Tav feel most at home?

not to be so so so so so sappy, but whenever they get to cuddle astarion. dont tell him this, but he's kind of. everything to them.

#asks #bg3 #thankieeee these were so fun to answer lov u too #oc: roz

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am-i-the-asshole-2 · 2 months

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AITA for "cancelling" a trip?

I, 28F, had been planning a trip for 5 years now. I made arrangements with my friends (using pseudonyms) Ann, Hana, Jen (all 30F). My older sister, Karen (33F) is a single mom of 3 kids ages 5-9. She divorced her husband after he cheated on her. Ann, Hana, and Jen are also friends with Karen.

Karen found out about my trip. It was her dream vacation spot, but she could not go cause of her kids. She asked me if I would stay here and watch the kids and let her go in my place instead. I refused because I had been planning this for awhile and argued that Ann, Hana, and Jen wanted me to go with them. Karen was upset and complained that they were her friends too and said that she would convince them to let her go instead of me. I argued that I was paying for the trip, so I would still be going. Karen left with a huff.

A few hours later, I get bombarded by texts and messages from family telling me I was selfish for not letting Karen go on the trip. My mom and dad said that I should watch her kids because we were family and I was their aunt. And that Karen deserved the trip more because she was stressed from watching her kids and maintaining a job. They said that she needed the trip to have fun with her friends and that I needed to stop hogging their time. I refused.

Then one day when they were visiting, they got into my account and changed the name for my ticket to be for Karen. Karen demanded me to leave it be. My parents and aunts sided with her, saying she needed the trip more. I pretended to give in so they would all leave. Then I started a plan. I let Ann, Hana, and Jen know what I was going to do and they agreed to go along with it. Knowing Karen, she would print a physical copy of her boarding past a week early. So after she did, I canceled the tickets and changed the password to my account. BUT I kept a screenshot of the original tickets. Then I booked tickets for a flight that was a few hours earlier. I even called our hotel to see if we could check in earlier for when our flight would get there, and they agreed luckily.

Fast-forward to the day before we were supposed to head out, Karen comes over to my house and drops off her kids. She says Ann, Hana, and Jen said they will meet her at the airport. Then she leaves to go home and finish packing without waiting for the kids to walk inside. She had just left them on the porch. I take her kids to my aunt's home (the only one who didn't side with Karen) and she agrees to watch them.

The next day, I meet Ann, Hana, and Jen at the airport. When we landed at our destination, I saw that I had 30 missed calls from Karen while Ann, Hana, and Jen had 20 missed calls from her. Jen picked up and innocently asked her what she wanted. Karen immediately asked her where she was because she was waiting at the airport. Jen said they were already on the flight to which Karen asked how and "but our tickets were canceled." So I took the phone and told her that I canceled the tickets and booked an earlier flight and that we will be having our vacation now before hanging up.

We had all gotten burner phones to use while traveling around to keep our actual phones from being stolen. We left our phones in the hotel room safe during the whole trip and only got them back out when we were heading home. I checked my phone and had 100+ missed calls, messages, and texts from family saying that I was an asshole and selfish for doing this to Karen and that I was horrible for abandoning her kids.

I do feel bad a little, but I wanted to go on this trip for awhile now.

AITA?

#am i the asshole #poll #polls #tumblr polls

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michaelmyersofficial · 6 months

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31/03/2024 Sunday Afternoon

I haven't posted in awhile but I do have some general updates. No real news on the disability front. They did send me a letter that I got over the weekend asking me to confirm my details, but I have to call them on Monday since they got my phone number wrong. Other than that, there really hasn't been any movement. My family is returning home from their vacation without me. I don't mind not going because it means I will get to see my brother. On the other hand, it would have been nice to be able to go somewhere else. I really hate where I live. Speaking of visiting my brother- I almost lost the ability to go. They changed my airline tickets without informing me (good thing I checked!) and I would have missed my connecting flight and been stranded in Amsterdam. To be fair, this would have been on the return flight and not the flight to visit, but if I don't have a return flight set up, I wouldn't be able to go anyway. It took 5 hours on customer support to fix it, because they were trying to tell me my only options were to cancel, to pay $800 to change airports, or to wait and take a new flight 4 days later (I wouldn't have a place to stay in that time). None of which worked for me, but since they were the ones who changed the flight I knew they had to find a fix that actually worked. However, after about 4 hours of back and forth I was ready to give up and take the cancellation- even though that meant I probably wouldn't be able to visit my brother, and it's entirely possible I wouldn't get a second chance. Fortunately the last person I talked to come through for me, and got me a new flight that worked. So I am still able to go, but I have to set up seating yet. I also have to buy a suitcase and new headphones, so that will probably be the main mission for the week. I'm pretty close to finishing Sistersong- I'll post an update on that later. But I haven't really gotten anywhere in Red, White, and Royal Blue since my last update. I ended up reading the first volume of Yuri Espoir (recommended by Ena) instead. While I probably won't finish Sistersong today, I should be through it relatively soon. Originally I was going to pick back up in orv, but I promised my brother I'd be reading Eye of the World on the trip over so I might do that next instead. I haven't quite decided. My aunt will be starting her business up in May so I will likely be helping her out with it again this summer. This mostly just gives me something to do, as I am free labour for her and she doesn't have to pay for a laundromat. But it's not difficult to wash and fold laundry. I haven't been able to finish catching up in my games, but I feel like today has been a little more productive than usual on that front, so I do think I'm getting somewhere. I know the Zenless Zone Zero sign ups have started but honestly I'm not sure if I will play it or not. I have a friend who plays nearly every gacha in existence and whales on them too. They started playing Love and Deep Space recently which seemed neat but upon looking into it really isn't free to play friendly and I can't drop money on gacha like they can. Talking about friends- I have a friend who has feelings for me. I honestly am not mad about it or anything, and I'm not seeing anyone, but I really just think they don't understand me very well. Also like, my feelings around romance and love and sex and everything related are not very clear. I tried to explain this to them, but I think they didn't take it very well, either. I think honestly my feelings on these things could be their own post so I won't go into detail, but it's something that could be an issue in dating someone, so I think it's best to be upfront about that. Also more than just that I'm not sure they understand me as a person very well, I think they rely on what they think about me more than what I actually say, and when I say something that contradicts their thoughts, they just ignore it. Maybe I'll make another post talking about this, or about my feelings about romance.

#diary #ena #disability #brother #books #family #games #friends #romance #?

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I am a SO ready to talk Godzilla movies. I’ve only seen a handful of them compared to like the dozens I know exist-the more recent ones where they were trying to do Avengers but the big Monsties-but god I love them.

Admittedly Kong is seared into my brain because it came out at the Height of my Tom Hiddleston obsession-I even own it in dvd like I was that deep-so that’s the one I remember the best. And it’s the one I like the most because of the wide range of monsters we get to see. Big Buffalo guy? The skull lizards? Fuck yeah love my monsters wish more movies were monster movies lol.

Anyways, the others are more spattering in recollection. But I wanna ask, which of these movies is your fave, why, and what do you think of the empty core earth/godzilla goes into the center of the earth to recharge like Superman does to the sun? I remember finding that very. Odd? But ripe for interest bc in Kong they set up that whole. Under-earth world the skull things came from.

I've also only seen a handful of the movies... exactly 6 Godzilla/Monster-verse related movies (that I can recall anyway): the original Gojira and the original King Kong. And then Godzilla 2014, Kong Skull Island, Godzilla King of the Monsters (watched last night), and Godzilla vs Kong (watched today!).

I've only seen each of them once, and Kong Skull Island is the only one I saw in the theater (Tom Hiddleston obsession what....😅😅💚❤). Watching Godzilla KotM's last night was the first time I'd actually seen several of the monsters I already knew of through cultural osmosis, like Rodan and Ghidorah, which was very cool.

My favorite is hard to say. (I mean, to say the best movie would be easy: it would be Gojira, because I think it's awesome and perfect and very much a product of its time that said what it needed to say. But I feel like it's an entirely separate genre than the other movies I've seen.) I enjoyed Skull Island and I remember it being slightly better story-wise than the Godzilla movies, IE it made me care more about the human characters and they had better development and reasons for what they were doing.

Since it's the one I just watched I might say KotM is my favorite, just because I loved all the monster battles, and because there are apparently no locked doors in this world (Millie Bobbie Brown can just walk into Fenway Park, and also her family home that's been abandoned for months/years, without any keys or any problems). And also because of Charles Dance, who is a fantastic villain even though he looked like he was phoning it in and even though he didn't get eaten by a dragon (It was all I wanted... what was promised. lol). GvK was fun, but not quite enough to overcome the silliness of the premise. (like, come on, giant monkey versus radioactive dinosaur. who do you think wins? I did like that the movie turned it into a team up against Mechagodzilla/the ghost of Ghidorah.)

The first mentions of the Hollow Earth Theory kind of took me by surprise, so it took me awhile to get over the silliness of it especially the gravity inversion lmao. (Just last month or so I finished watching Sanctuary, which has its own Hollow Earth theory lol) But I did really love the concept of Godzilla's temple where he would go to recharge in KotM. (Too bad they blew it up 😭 Or did they?? Maybe Godzilla's temple where he hangs out can withstand nuclear blasts? 🤔) I love the idea that he would go to this place of ancient worship to rest and regain his strength, sleeping among the memories of when he was perhaps more literally a god. The whole "recharging from the center of the earth bc there's radiation" is whatever. The origins of Godzilla have changed so much to get him to fit into this new idea of him and his place within the world and what he represents, so... sure. The Earth is a hollow, Godzilla recharging battery. 👍

I really liked the development they did for Hollow Earth in GvK. I like that Kong's axe gets charged up by Godzilla's blasts. And I loved that when you see Kong's "throne," Godzilla is carved into the stones around the base of the throne. To me this suggests that rather than a rivalry, Kong and Godzilla have an ancient symbiosis: Godzilla is King Kong's guard dog... or perhaps "court wizard" in the sense of the archetypal magician, with the knowledge and power to comprehend a balance within nature that he then "advises" the "king" about. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I dunno but I think that would be really cool. I'd love to see more "monsterverse" movies with fewer human characters getting in the way (though I did really like Millie Bobbie Brown's posse wandering around and stumbling onto Mechagodzilla; that was a cool way to reveal that information to the audience). But more stories specifically about the interactions between these ancient creatures would be very interesting. In the special features for KotM they say that Mothra is the only female monster, which is kind of odd. I suppose Godzilla never really "dies" so he doesn't need to... reproduce in a standard-for-higher-Earth-life-forms way, but I'm pretty sure I remember Kong having parents in Skull Island, which I guess makes him (or his mom) an outlier if we're roping him into the monsterverse. Though the continuity for any of these stories is very loose (in KotM there are kaiju on every continent, but GvK is 3 years later and all of them... left? Everything's normal now. We're all fine here, now, thank you. How are you? And then Godzilla rolls up in Hong Kong and trashes it. There's one shot of a "kaiju bunker" or whatever, but no other preparations or any sort of contingencies for what to do if attacked by world-destroying monsters which last happened 3 years ago).

Anyway I hear there's another Godzilla movie coming out this year, and one called GodzillaXKong which I can only hope is the shipper movie we've all been waiting to see!! ;b

#answers #godzilla king of the monsters #kong skull island #back to king of the monsters. there's this idea in the movie that ghidorah is the false king because he's an illegal alien while #our other monsters are home grown here on earth which i thought was a hilarious and probably unintentional commentary #there is a match-up in the AvX comic that reminds me of GvK and it was Captain America vs Gambit.#i love Gambit but that is not a battle that is a curb-stomp

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gust-jar-simulator · 11 months

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The beginning of an idea.

Characters: Dot (MC Zelda), a nameless handmaiden

Prompt: The basement.

~⚠️💐🛡️💐⚠️~

"Aren't you... worried, Princess?"

Dot looked up from lacing her own shoes (she insisted, when she visited the lower town) to raise a brow at her latest handmaiden. The girl was Sheikah, a little too soft for her clan but just soft enough to crack a laugh at Dot's jokes, and the assignment had been enthusiastically accepted. It was a blessing to have someone around who understood the gravity of state secrets.

And sometimes, like now, it wasn't. Dot laughed quietly. "Worried? About what, the weather?"

It wasn't the weather and they both knew it. Still, the girl (faceless and nameless like any shadow) knitted her fingers together and glanced out the window, as if she could see the forge's chimney-smoke from here. "You've read the reports, your highness, haven't you? I don't know what he was like when you were kids, but it's not..."

"I appreciate," the princess said very firmly, "your honest concern." She pulled the laces a little too tight, whipped the knot into shape with a courtly smile. When she stood, her stance was a little too even, her breath a little too calm. The intersection of political niceties and asking the guards to teach her how to strike meant she went clear and meditative before she slid the knife home, with words or otherwise, and the shift had spooked several dignitaries to advantageous results. Dot liked that. She smiled. "Link is a lovely man. Dangerous, but lovely. Rather like yourself, actually." A tilt of the head, considering, watching. "Don't you think you should give him the benefit of the doubt? I don't think you've actually met him. I could introduce you."

The servant looked a little nauseous, but swallowed down her nerves. "Ma'am. You know what he does."

"Save Hyrule from demon gods?" Dot's smile showed a hint of teeth, and she tugged off her lacy court gloves to fold them away. Under the sheer silk, her hands puckered with scars like cracked stone.

She switched out her own jewelry, did her best to scrub off the lipstick with nothing but a rag, and made a satisfied noise in the mirror before turning for the door. She paused there, right before opening it, to turn and give her handmaiden a thoughtful look. "It's interesting that you can judge him, actually. Doesn't your mother serve the crown with thumbscrews, sometimes?"

"It's different."

"It's handled." Dot ran her fingers over the runes around the door, privacy and protection and the little scratch marks where she and Link had recorded their heights, for awhile. Until the day he stopped growing, and it stopped being fun. The pad of her finger dug into his highest mark, almost hard enough to hurt.

She hissed the breath out through her teeth just to hear the air in her own lungs, and tried to smile. It was practice. Princesses should be able to smile under duress.

She would give Link the world, all four of him, because he gave her a place where she didn't have to smile like cut glass. People called the chipped notch in her ear and the clawmarks around her shoulders unfortunate, like Vaati had bruised a perfectly good peach when he dragged her off to be married.

She probably had the legal authority to let them experiment in an official capacity in the castle dungeons. Maybe she should extend an invitation- she had the opportunity, when Vio remembered things like light and food and archery practice.

Dot pulled open the bedroom door and shut it behind her without another word.

#lu dot #my writing

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we need more Arthur getting together with a drag francis and a needy germany! both of them! a trouple

They're a good throuple.

Drag Queen Francis my beloved! I actually have an au where he and Arthur are both drag queens. But that's more of a focus on Matthew and his relationship with them though I have considered making GerFruk apart of the au. BUT this isn't about that AU lol.

Anyway. Fran and Art knowing each other since they were children. For awhile they claimed to be sworn enemies, then became fuck buddies in college. Then when they graduated they went their separate ways. Until years later, at a gay club, Arthur runs into a frantic Francis who is set to perform that night but his costume has a terrible tear. Arthur offers to help them, always having a needle and thread on him and being ridiculously fast at sewing. Anyway, after this, they start to reconnect. They still bicker and push each other's buttons but it's more civil. More friendly than they ever had been and both find it surprisingly nice.

Some where along the way they get together officially, Arthur coming to almost all of Fran's performances, becoming known as the old married couple around the bars they frequent.

In comes Ludwig a year or two later. He's a college student, away from home for the first time. Perfect time for self discovery! Except he's freaking out a bit. He comes from a small town, raised by his religious older bro, so when he started to suspect he didn't like girls...he decided to just refuse relationships all together. Until college, where most people are a lot more open to that kind of thing and Gil isn't hanging over his shoulder, he's started to notice men and what he'd like to do with them.

Also don't worry Gil isn't going to be some homophobic asshole. He's got religious guilt yes, but he is also queer and by the time Lud has started embracing his sexuality, Gil has already long come to terms with his

So Ludwig ends up tagging along with his new friends (Feli and Kiku) to one of Francis's drag shows. For some reason, he loses sight of Kiku and Feli so he decides to go sit at the bar, get a drink to calm his nerves and perhaps they'll eventually spot him or he'll spot them.

Arthur spots Ludwig first though and can tell he's nervous. Perhaps Arthur has went through something similar, denying himself for so long and then feeling out of place when finally attempting to embrace it. So he approaches, asks Ludwig if this is his first time in a gay club. Ludwig says yes so Arthur offers to buy him his first drink as a welcome.

Arthur and Fran being in an open relationship, Arthur kind of starts to flirt with Ludwig and Ludwig is flustered, but tries to flirt back because he made a promise to himself he wouldn't hide anymore. And Arthur is kind of his type. A little older, piercings, a quick wit.

Then Fran comes on to do their performance and Arthur tells Ludwig that's his partner. Ludwig is mortified that he's been flirting with a taken man and blames himself thinking he misread Arthur's behaviour. But before Arthur can clarify, Lud finds his friends and disappears.

Arthur doesn't think much of it. Though he enjoyed their chat, he figured he scared him off and he'd never hear from Lud again. Ludwig thinks too much of it.

He goes back to the gay bar to drink his anxiety away and meets Francis, this time out of drag so Ludwig doesn't recognize him. Fran can tell something is up, plus he recognizes Lud as the man Arthur was chatting up a few weeks ago. Ludwig ends up pouring out what's on his mind because he's gone without talking about this and about his sexuality struggles in general. Francis comforts him before he reveals that he's Arthur's partner and they're in an open relationship. And then Fran proceeds to explain what polyamory is and gives Ludwig his and Arthur's numbers saying that maybe they can arrange a date if Ludwig is open to it.

Ludwig sleeps on it and in the end, decides to take Fran up on his and Arthur's invitation, but he wants to tell them in person so he goes to the bar when he know Fran is performing to confess.

With Ludwig verbally saying he feels the same way, Arthur's and Francis's claws are out and they're even more forward in their flirting. And Ludwig just takes everything they give him. The affection, the words of affirmation, the drinks. Feels like a dream.

End of the night, they end up in bed together. Though they're all a little tipsy, Francis and Arthur make sure it's a night Ludwig remembers. Soft, gentle, all their focus on him and Ludwig is wondering the whole time how he got so lucky. Once they get him going, Ludwig's quite needy though he doesn't know exactly what he needs. But luckily Fruk is experienced and ease him into it.

#hetalia #hws #gerfruk #hws england #hws germany #hws france #this turned out less spicy more dramatic i'm sorry

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SaL anon here friend and AO3 may be back up but that doesn't mean I'm done bitching. On my mind is Buck, and specifically has Buck had a arc/storyline that was actuallt complete since S3?? Like we got Abby leaving, Buck dealing with it and Maddie returning in S2, and his recovery/lawsuit arc in S3 with final closure in the whole Abby thing in the finale. But what has happened since then?? Sure we learned about his shitty parents at the start but thst didn't really get a resolution, just some

some vague promises about therapy and then nothing (compare to Eddie's parents where we got that convo with his Dad in S5 and see them in a better place in S6). Then there's the whole sort of dating thing which leads to his relationship with the reporter and continues to drag through S5 and just kind of ends because it has to, not because of any personal development. I guess we can throw the conflict with Chim in S5 which *checks notes* we never see resolved on screen and the cheating business which *checks notes* was never really addressed and mostly cut from 5b since it was so deservedly hated. And now we have S6 and the sperm donor nonsense which, as discussed, has no satisfying ending in sight (someone tell KR that learning a lesson for the 45th time Isn't growth, applying a lesson is). So has Buck has anything completed for 2.5 seasons?? As badly told as it was for parts, even Madney had a conclusion to their conflict. Why is this hard?

Hello friend! I was hoping to get to this yesterday but I wasn’t at home and ended up being out until late. But I am HERE for this salt and had a little chuckle reading this when it came in because you’re SO RIGHT! Season 3 kinda closed things out for Buck and he’s just been spinning his wheels ever since, especially because completely aside from his own stuff, he’s not allowed to be as involved in other character’s storylines either. Someone mentioned awhile ago (probably @outrunningthedark, hey *waves*) that because Buck is the only one without a family of his own outside of Maddie (which JLH seems to be on limited filming duty and that time is being used (ish) for Buckley-Han family stuff), all his “personal” stories are ending up being with random and mostly unimportant side characters. We know (and love) the main, immediate Grant, Wilson, and Diaz families and as recurring characters, it’s exciting when we get to see them! Maddie’s storyline with Doug heavily involved both Chim and Buck, and everything since has been mostly about her and Chim and every once in awhile we get a little bit of the Lee family. Buck’s season 1 storyline was tied with Abby so that made sense and season 2 was tied in with Maddie and Eddie’s, and season 3 gave us a lot of Buck/Bobby stuff on top of his time being mostly wrapped up in the Diaz family, and then closing out with Abby.

I would say that Buck Begins wasn’t so much the start of a new arc as it was informing everything that came before as the audience and Buck reconcile everything we knew before against this new information together. Which was great! But then it didn’t go anywhere. Buck starts the season with talking about how he hides his true feelings from others and doesn’t want to do that anymore and then proceeds to spend the next every episode after that still hiding his feelings from others, only now the audience is included in that. Since the show decided our characters almost never need to have deep and important conversations with each other, we have had basically zero insight into what Buck is *actually* feeling and thinking most of the time. And when he does talk with others it sometimes feels so incongruous with what we know about Buck that we’re left wondering if those conversations are truly what he’s feeling or if he’s masking. Or if it’s yet another instance of KR not understanding the character and writing shit just to write shit. *side eyes every interaction with or about tay kay and L*

“Then there's the whole sort of dating thing which leads to his relationship with the reporter and continues to drag through S5 and just kind of ends because it has to, not because of any personal development.” Catch me getting irritated all over again that we suffered for SO LONG through that whole tay kay mess, and Buck looking miserable and the cast specifically saying that it was on purpose that we were seeing his face looking Like That, only for it to amount to nothing in the end but tay kay being the same awful person she has always been but the show tried to pretend for a hot minute that she wasn’t so KR could wedge her into everything, and Buck being miserable and only stepping away when someone else he loved got hurt, again, by her actions. We didn’t get to see ANYONE in the firefam talk to him about how unhappy he was with her (but thank goodness we had time to lecture him on how he sucks at being a bf at Christmastime instead of anyone saying “dude, are you okay? this all sounds like red flags.” 🙄🙄🙄) or her Buck get to tell her or anyone else that he was unhappy and wasn’t getting the support he needed from the relationship. Which is entirely possible to do without outright calling her a bitch (which actually Eddie and Bobby both deserved to do, though Athena would say it for Bobby because he wouldn’t do it himself, and honestly Chim (and Maddie) and Hen too after the Jonah thing), because we saw it happen with the Eddie/Ana breakup! Eddie got to tell Buck that he was unhappy but didn’t know how to get out, and then he was allowed to go home and make the choice that he was not happy and it wasn’t fair to either of them for him to keep acting like he was. It didn’t outright villainize Ana (though again, tay kay deserved to be villainized at least a little because she was awful and also far more interesting as an awful person the firefam banded together to hate), but the show was just as clear in SHOWING us that no matter what Eddie said at any point in time, she wasn’t good for him OR Chris or what either of them needed. We SAW the same for BT on multiple counts, even when she was “trying” it wasn’t anything that was actually helpful for Buck which she would know if she knew even the slightest thing about him, and even HEARD it in how Buck (bless Oliver) never said “I love you/her” without looking like he smelled something awful and having to stop partway through before forcing the words out. But when it came down to it, we got an amicable breakup after Chim and Hen nearly died, Buck faced an inquiry at work, and the investigation and department were likely deeply compromised because of her lack of ethics.

A Buck/Maddie/Chim conflict arc could have been REALLY good specifically because we KNOW they all love each other, and more than that, they all UNDERSTAND why the others took the actions they did. But it doesn’t mean those actions didn’t hurt! And we got resolution (ish) for Maddie and Chim during Boston (which just kinda got tossed out the next ep with them breaking up and getting back together off screen with very little discussion between them directly or between them and any other characters), and Buck and Maddie did have a good conversation when she got back. But. I haaaaaate that we got nothing about Buck and Chim not really being okay, but making sure they didn’t drag Maddie into it and trying to not let it affect work, but everyone can kinda tell. We could have had some good Buck/Bobby and Chim/Bobby content out of that, and an on-screen resolution of them talking to each other finally and getting back to being brothers who tease each other out of love. Or that after the initial “thank god you’re safe and home and I missed you” wore off, we didn’t get Buck and Maddie talking to others about the little strain still there and how to deal with it because Buck DOES understand and he LOVES his sister but she still left, and his relationship with Chim was fractured when they were both just blindly groping trying to help in the best ways they knew how and not being able to. He missed out on as much time watching Jee grow as Maddie did, and UNDERSTANDING, and knowing it’s not personal or anything to do with you doesn’t make it not hurt. Especially for someone like Buck who feels so deeply and was/is constantly punished for having emotions by people like his parents and his gf so he tries SO HARD to not tell anyone when he’s hurting because he doesn’t think he deserves to, and god forbid someone think he’s making something about himself. Like, this could have been some good drama because like the lawsuit, no one is the villain, no one is fully in the right or fully in the wrong, and no one is to blame it’s just a shitty situation that wasn’t handled perfectly by anyone because they’re all just human and make mistakes. Add Eddie having a breakdown in the background of all of this that Buck feels coming but isn’t prepared for because he’s trying to handle everything and manage his gf, and of COURSE Eddie would talk to him, wouldn’t he? Only to get slapped with Eddie quitting and then Maddie and Chim coming back, and everything at work being out of sync like....the POTENTIAL for a firefam focused season that was deliciously dramatic while being grounded and real and emotionally cathartic was RIGHT THERE and I can’t believe the show was like, “instead of dealing with all this stuff we ourselves put in motion, how about we focus on some random side characters, tell you in interviews that stuff got resolved because I don’t want to think about it anymore, and sprinkle in an OC and some cheating while sidelining the characters this show is supposed to be about and that we keep promoting in the synopsis to trick people into watching but it’s only going to be 2 minutes crammed into the end of an episode because I’d rather spend 10 minutes showing you the set up for an emergency”. ANYWAY.

“someone tell KR that learning a lesson for the 45th time Isn't growth, applying a lesson is” 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 He’s been going in circles since s4 started but he’s not GETTING anywhere, even when he actually gets to talk to someone about something, it either never gets mentioned again after the episode (the couch stuff with Eddie/Bobby, the happiness talk with Hen), or like the talk with Hen about being a donor, it happens and then gets treated as a joke and he doesn’t think about a single thing she said until, apparently, if the interviews still ring true and they don’t go a different direction (please GOD go a different direction and wrap this TF up!), it’s too late and there is already a baby he helped make on the way. I’m actually not going to talk about that arc because this is already so long, and also I can’t think too hard about it without being filled with incandescent fury. NGL I laughed at the Instagram post about Buck needing to not be in danger, and all the comments about how it’s actually better for the plot when he is, and how the show needs new writers so he can have good scenes again. Fingers crossed after all the criticism across the board OG received (not about arcs like s5 which can be brushed off as fans just being difficult or not liking an arc but it’s over now so why change anything/blamed on fandom for being hateful because they hate women (🙄🙄🙄), but “boring” isn’t something this show shouldn’t ever be and THAT might draw some attention), Timmy can find it in his schedule to let LS’s co-showrunner do their job for a minute and check in on his OG show. Knowing that Brad is back even though he’s never done a mid-season premier episode (and the flack the show got for not having him do the s6 opening and how awful and boring it was) does give me a little sliver of hope but we’ll see.

Thanks for giving me some delicious salt to work with, I was clearly able to make a whole meal out of it! Next week gives us LS though so hopefully we’ll have some fun to talk about soon! Cheers friend and I hope you enjoy the winding rabbit trail of a salt mine I made here. 🤣

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #evan buckley #anti bucktaylor #anti taylor kelly #anti eddieana #to be safe #this is...A Lot #sorry i was in a *mood* apparently 🤣#actually i'm not sorry and i stand by this #also tay kay deserved to be booed out of the firehouse AND barred from entering athena's house or speaking to bobby #*she's the woooooorst.gif*#but at least when she was BEING the worst it was interesting #and fun to see everyone united in their dislike #the 118 are GOSSIPS and we deserved to see more of them hating her actually #ANYWAY #sorry not sorry

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Katagawa jr x reader pt1

(This fanfic takes place during before and during the war between atlas and mailwan also the gender of y/n is up to the reader)

Y/n was a well known promethan assassin they kill without hesitation, some people call them a "heart-less monster" but they don't care as long as the contract is done and their payed it was all fine, they mostly take contracts from corporations (mostly maliwan and tourge) But y/n was specifically close with the katagawa family specifically one in particular katagawa jr, they were katagawa's childhood friend they were always there for katagawa whenever he needed to vent or just talk about work, y/n was basically katagawa's right hand man..but y/n had to leave they had some contracts that were on Athens and pandora when katagawa heard this he was distraught,they reassured him that it'll only be awhile they promised, they'll come back and that they'll be back before he knew it...

It's been 10 years..katagawa had already killed his siblings on the zanarra, he always imagined y/n by his side always so eagar to do whatever he wanted them to do, and ya maybe he did imagine them in his arms while he watched his siblings being killed or them on his lap while he rules out business...he misses them alot they were his only friend they were the only person who actually cared about him AND what makes it even more special is that they werent being paid to hang around him..they were his everything. They've had this dream of running the company just him and y/n but y/n's not next to him...but that's okay they'll come back...they promised.

Y/n just finished a contract on Athens when they saw mailwan ships appear in the sky one by one they flooded the sky. They were confused maliwan never sent someone to come pick them up before, then mailwan troops dropped down one with a specific general his name was "general traunt" he announced that they were looking for a "vault key" 'why would they be looking for a vault key?' One of locals told them to piss off..they got their head blown off, everyone started to run and hide in fear y/n started to try to find a fast travel near them, they still had some contracts to do on Athens but they decided it was time for a quick stop home to the katagawa's family front door cause y/n had some questions..alot of questions.

Katagawa was coming back to his office when he found y/n sitting in his chair along with nermoruss papers spread across the desk,he was speechless after all this time there they were "so what's this children of the vault thing you made a deal with?" "Oh and also when were you allowed to "merge and make deals" with other companies jr?" "I made some changes to the corporate latter and look at me now I got an office with a beautiful view oh and that children of the vault thing ya they helped me because you know you left for 10 years.." "I know and I'm sorry kat I really am I've just been so busy with the whole assassin thing i guess i could have called but I didn't kno-" they were cut off by katagawa kissing them.

He pulled them in by the hips one hand laying on their hip and one cradling a side of their face while he was kissing them passionately, they broke the kiss after awhile "i....I was in the middle of talking you know" "mmmm..and?" They kissed him "your so weird jr..I love you tho" they said kissing his cheek he grinned at their action, he sat down and yanked them down onto his lap y/n chuckled "where are the others? you know your siblings where are they? i actually couldn't wait to have a talk with Sana.." he froze for a second "oh yeah um about that...when i said i made sone changes to the corporate latter..i uh killed off my siblings" y/n thought it was a joke so they giggled a little then they saw jr.'s expression...he was serious "YOU KILLED YOUR SIBLINGS!? KATAGAWA JR WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?"

They yelled as they got up from his lap, "well what was I supposed to do? You were 'busy on Athens' and I had plans no our plans to finally take into action it was the right thing to do!!" "No the fuck it was... killing them!? Jr come on you know bett-" "I DID WHAT I SAW RIGHT!" katagawa yelled he looked veryyy angry " ya well what you saw what was right wasn't actually right!! That was actually pretty fucked up.." "you say that but you literally kill for cash I mean you could work here at mailwan for me-" "I would never work here...you've changed you know, bandits now, katagawa your trusting and making deals with BANDITS NOW!?" "You have no room to talk, y/n your literally a bandit but I still love u more than life itself" 'what did he just say?' Y/n thought. It was silent for awhile "did you just call me a bandit katagawa?"

He froze 'oh shit' jr thought "I mean you are bandit like....but your no bandit.....my love?" y/n stared at him with an angry expression y/n was hurt it. Jr saw this and walked over to them "I'm so sorry y/n i went too far...i didnt mean it" y/n turned away with a sad expression on their face and said "I should have just talked to your dad" y/n turns away and starts to walk away.

"oh ya no go ahead leave me for another 10 years leave me wondering if your okay go ahead" they turned around listening to what katagawa said "the only reason I left was BECAUSE OF MAILWAN jr..God I can't do this with you right now" "can't do what?" They argued for about an hour more before jr grabbed them and hugged them close "I'm sorry...we took this way to far y/n"

Everything started to calm down a little, and they started talking to him. I still want an answer to my question" "what was your question again?" "Why are you making deals with bandits? I thought you hated people like that" " I do but they have something we could use against atlas and once I'm done with this war which will be soon we'll kill them on the zanarra and get rid of their shitty, smelly cult they have my darling" "you plan on killing them? That's my boy, " they say with a smile as they kiss him on the cheek.

"Now I have to get back to work I gotta fill out these forms and...oh I'm done for the day after that!" "What do you say y/n me and you could cuddle up and watch our favorite movie just like when we were kids" "I'm down I mean if u want to of course" "yes of course love after this well do that! I'm actually excited" "me too kat me too" (time skip to them cuddling up in bed watching the movie) "mm have I ever told you how soft your thighs are y/n?" They blushed "n-no you haven't" "well they are just the softest thighs I've ever touched" He grazed his hand over their thighs, they stared into each other's eyes admiring each other when they were interrupted by the movie starting they got excited y/n and katagawa had no distance between each other as they layed next to each other.

The movie is half way through now and y/n already fell asleep katagawa was starting to talk to them when he noticed them asleep he smiled and he turned off the TV placing the TV remote on the bedside table. He turned back over to them snuggling into them y/n moaned a little and katagawa giggled "goodnight love sweet dreams" He said as he kissed their forehead and started to drift off to sleep....

Tag: @handsomemilo <3

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