#and there’s just something about side-character ships that makes me squeal

[keepofkandrakar]

there’s absolutely zero reason for it and i have not gotten to the later chapters yet but i think merula snyde and ben copper could be neat. 🤷‍♀️

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

That Fluff Alphabet is making me melt already 🥹 Shanks is my present comfort character ❤️ (and Sanji, of course, but I'm just requesting Shanks for now), and I would love to see your headcanons for:

Domestic

Hugs

Listening

No rush! Thank you as always for sharing your talented writing with us lil' mortals. We are unworthy 🫶

First one!! And it's our silly redhead??

I am squealing.

Only internally, though. Don't want to frighten the neighbors.

Anyway. Gonna post this, then get the Fluffy Alphabet Masterlist set up.

For my other asks, I have already logged the requests for Mihawk and Sanji and edited the main Fluffy Alphabet post accordingly.

D is for Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning and other such household chores?)

“The only way this ship would feel more like home would be if you came with me.”

Settling down by definition isn’t exactly in Shanks’s nature. He has always considered himself at home on the sea—but when your relationship gets serious, he’s going to do absolutely everything in his power to convince you to come with him.

Will literally get on his knees and beg if he has to. There’s no room for shame, he wants you with him and he’ll do anything to make it happen. So in that way, he is perfectly content with "settling down."

As far as chores go, he does his best. There are a lot of things that are difficult to do with only one hand, but he’s learned to make due in most respects, and he always wants to help as much as possible. Any partnership is supposed to be fifty-fifty, and if he can help with anything in any way, he's going to.

He’s a little scatterbrained, so his cabin tends to get a little cluttered on a semi-regular basis; but if it gets to the point that it’s a problem or he notices it’s bothering you, he’ll straighten up himself without being asked.

H is for Hugs (How do they like to hug you? How often?)

“Oh, nonsense, you can stay a bit longer.”

His primary love language is physical affection, so if you happen to be near him, he’ll have his arm around you in a second.

Pulling you to his side almost absently and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead or the crown of your hair, even if he’s in the middle of talking to someone else or otherwise occupied.

Constantly sneaking up behind you to wrap his arm around your waist because he thinks it’s just adorable when you jump in alarm and scold him or elbow him in the ribs for scaring you.

Absolutely refusing to let you go until he’s done hugging you, even if you have something you need to do, and probably pouting about it a bit after he does. Mostly all in good fun...but really, the more often you have your arms around each other, the better.

L is for Listening (How are their listening skills? Do they hang on your every word, or is it sort of in-one-ear-and-out-the-other?)

“Er…what was that, doll?”

Poor, poor easily distracted baby. He tries. He really does.

A lot of times things will go in one ear and out the other, but he doesn’t mean anything by it. He really doesn’t. He’s a bit scatterbrained, he has a rather large crew to run, and things do get overlooked or forgotten from time to time.

He always feels absolutely awful about it, will apologize endlessly even if you’re understanding.

But it's only the little things. Important things, dates like your birthday or your anniversary, little seemingly insignificant details about when you first met or first kissed or anything of that sort that even you might have forgotten? Those, he doesn’t forget, and he never will.

Actively listening, though—you’re going to get quite a few vacant stares, quite a bit of “Hmm?” or “Sorry, love, I was miles away,” accompanied with a guilty grin.

[twoidiotwriters1]

How OP men would react in a situation where you get anxious (Straw hats men! x fem! reader)

A/N: Just working... bye -Val

Characters: Sanji, Luffy and Zoro

Words: 1,612

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Sanji:

Storm 

You wake up as another lighting strikes the peaceful silence in the Going Merry. Your body’s covered in sweat, your heartbeat pounding on your chest and the tears dripping down your cheeks. “Shit, shit, stop!” You say at loud as you cover your ears. “Please,” you sob. 

You always wanted to be like those people who enjoy the sound of the rain and are fascinated by lighting, but no... 

“Fuck! Stop!” You leave your bed, feeling frustrated and exit your room. 

The storm makes the ship lurch dangerously sideways, making you tremble in the corridors. The place you reach without thinking is the kitchen, and you fall inside immediately and crawl behind the counter. 

“Y/N?” You hear a voice, but your trembling body won't let you react to it “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Sanji kneels in front of you. 

Another lighting strike makes you squeal before you can say anything. 

Sanji frowns. “The storm?” He asks. 

You feel his strong arms move you to his lap and hug you against his chest. 

“It’s gonna be okay, sweets,” he coos as he caresses your back. You clutch your hand on his shirt like your life depends on it, his body heat and tender touches try to calm you. “I got you, baby. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I promise.” 

He keeps saying sweet reassuring things to you as if the storm isn’t out there. 

“You’re so brave, Y/N,” The storm is fading little by little. “So strong and smart. Don’t worry about anything, you can trust me. Oh! You know what this reminds me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, “When we made that complicated cake,” he chuckles. “I was scared and anxious, but you reassured and trusted me. You helped me in the kitchen, and we made a total disaster all over the place.”  

You remember too. You raise your head to watch him.  

“We burned the mix three times!” He exclaims laughing. “And the flour was more in your face than in the cake,” You giggle at that, so he lowers his head and smiles softly at you. “We did it at the end, didn’t we?” You nod. “But you never gave up on me,” he leans and kisses your forehead. “Are you feeling better, love?” 

You nod again. “Thank you, Sanji.” 

“There’s nothing to thank, darling. It's a pleasure to have you in my arms. You know what I’m thinking?” 

“What? 

He moves his arms to hold you tighter. “I’m starting to think my arms are made for holding you.” 

You smile. “I think so too,” You lean to kiss his cheek. 

Luffy

Being in the spotlight 

“So, is it true that you’re the only one without a devil’s fruit?” A girl interrupts your walk. 

“Uh?”  

“Who’s the stronger Straw-hat?” Asks another boy. 

“How did you defeat that super strong man?” The people surround you and ask you many questions. 

 “Are you dating someone?” 

“Is it true that you’re the future pirate queen?” 

Your body starts to shake, it’s hard to breathe and your hands are covered in sweat. “Please, just back off. I don’t know—” 

“Are you having a family with Monkey D. Luffy?” 

“Who’s more handsome?” 

Meanwhile, Luffy’s enjoying food at the corner when he hears his name. He turns to look for the person, but he stops startled as he sees all the people reunited on the other side of the room. 

“Nami,” she’s by his side. “What’s going on there?” He points. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Guys!” Usopp arrives taking off his binoculars “They’re surrounding Y/N!” 

“What?” 

Luffy stretches his neck, and he finds you in distress. “Usopp,” he pokes his arm. “I have an idea.” 

** 

The lights turn off and then, just one reflects to the other side of the room. “Ladies, and gentlemen,” Usopp appears. “May I have your full attention, please? I want to show you something. I’m sure you’ve never seen before!” He moves dramatically. “And for that, I need everybody to walk closer to me!” The crowd move slowly, curious about the new show. 

Out of nowhere, you feel a grip on your waist and are pulled until you crash into a body. You open your mouth to protest but Luffy makes a sign to be quiet. He lifts you, so your legs hug his low waist, and you hold him by the neck. Luffy jumps and runs out the window and through the big house’s roof to finally land in a flat part. 

When he makes sure you can stand, he lets you go. 

“Holy shit!” You’re heavy breathing and put a hand on your chest as you sit down. 

“Are you okay?” Luffy asks. 

“No, Luffy. I’m not okay. A million people cornered me, asking me stupid questions and they demanded answers, then being treated like a fucking ragdoll and fly to the damn roof!” You yell at him exhaling all the frustration. 

He moves awkwardly, not knowing what to do. “So, how do you feel now?” He smiles. 

You frown standing up. “Why do you ask me that? How blind are you? I'm annoyed, overwhelmed, and exhausted. They don’t know about us; they don’t know me. I mean, how dare they ask me all that bullshit and treated me like I’m the weak one of the group? Shit! Someone asked if I’m having children with you! We saved them two minutes ago and they want our gossip? Why?” 

“You should scream!” He raises his arms. 

“What?” 

“Scream! Like this!” He screams like an animal as he jumps many times. “C’mon! Your turn!” 

You’re so confused by now, but your body’s shaking still so you obey him. Both of you scream so loud that your throats hurt. Somehow, that helps and makes you feel lighter. After a while, you look at Luffy and he smiles wide. You hug him tight. 

“Thank you, Lu.” 

He giggles. “You’re welcome!” He hugs you back. “Now, I’ll go for more food for us,” he says ending the hug. 

Zoro:

Crowd 

The city’s downtown is crowded, and it’s the stupid festival's fault, Zoro thinks. 

You two must find Luffy before the Marines do, but the people and all the distractions make it difficult. At some point, Zoro feels your small hand grabbing his wrist and he turns to see you out of breath and trying not to get lost, the people are moving and crashing into your body like you aren’t there. 

“Shit,” he murmurs. Zoro quickly takes your hand and leans at your height. “Y/N, hey. Breathe, breathe for me, c´mon,” You look at his eyes with fear. 

“I can’t—I have to... Zoro, help,” you try to say. 

He nods ignoring his lack of orientation and he takes all his focus on getting you safely out of there. He pulls you closer to his body, then he remembers Nami’s words ‘If you need to return to the ship, follow where the big fish statue is, and you’ll see the Merry—Zoro, wake the hell up!’ He shakes his head. 

“The big fish!” He yells and points at the other side of the fountain in the middle. “Let’s go, I got you,” he tells you as he puts an arm around you and starts to push people away. He can feel your tense body and he checks your status every few minutes. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” 

The second he says that a loud bang is heard, causing panic among the people. They run and scream everywhere. 

“Zoro!” You yell. 

“Fuck!” He thinks fast as he kneels near you. “Hop up!” He points at his back. 

You jump, hold his neck and place your legs around his waist, hiding your face on his shoulder. Zoro makes sure you’re okay and run as fast as he can. Although some people push him, he continues his way without stopping. 

You close your eyes as the tears fall without control. You can’t think of anything else but to hold Zoro. 

“Y/N, hey,” Zoro whispers. You open your eyes slowly and realize that you are back on the ship. 

You sit down, back against the wood handrail and Zoro kneels in front of you. “There you go,” he smirks looking at your eyes and grabbing your face. “How do you feel?” 

You analyze yourself, checking if your body is complete; your heart isn’t rising anymore. You’re… fine. “I’m okay,” you smile. “Thanks to you”. 

He nods caressing your cheek. “Are you sure? Do you need anything?” 

“Just… just you, please,” He moves to your side, and he lifts you to his lap as he holds you to his chest. “I was so scared,” you mumble. You feel his kiss on your forehead. 

“It’s okay, it’s over now.” 

“Have I ruined everything?”  

“Usopp found Luffy, and the others are coming, you don’t have to worry.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t say crap like that, everybody’s scared of something.” 

“You aren’t,” You lean back to look at him. 

“I was scared too,” he looks away. “Don’t tell anyone.” 

“About what?” 

“Let’s just— uh,” he groans, “just let me hold you before someone sees us.” He pulls you back again. 

“But what scared you?” 

“Forget it.” 

“But I want to help you, what if it happens again?” 

“It won’t, I’ll make sure of it.” 

“But—” 

“Lose you, okay!? Scared the shit out of me, damn it!” 

“Oh.” 

After a minute of silence, you hug him again. 

“You’re my hero, baby,” You smile hearing his scoff. 

“Shut up,” you giggle and you’re sure he’s smiling too. 

“My knight in shiny armor.” 

He puts a hand over your mouth. 

[instacarma0798]

Title: Wings of Mischief

Ship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (but only if you squint)

Warnings: background character death?

(A/N- I might make this into a full story, but have a little drabble while I get over writers block)

You sighed as you listened to the familiar sound of water drip from the ceiling in a constant pattern. Your knife twirled between your fingers, the metal now warm from use, as you waited for your hostage to wake up.

It was a red-headed woman, you think your dealer called her the Blue Spider or something, you weren't sure. Anyways, big money was involved and it seemed like fun so who were you to say no? The woman was tied to a chair, adorning a deep red t-shirt and black pants plus some sneakers. You almost wished her eyes were open, they were the most beautiful shade of green.

The woman groaned as her eyes blinked open, taking in her surroundings and you grinned. You leaned your chest against the back of your chair and draped your arms over it as the woman adjusted to her surroundings.

"Hiiii!" you drawled, "Nice to see your finally awake."

The pretty red-head glared at you as she finally gained full consciousness.

"Aww, don't give me that look," you pouted and twirled your knife once more, drawing her eyes to it.

She struggled against the restraints bounding her to the chair, metal handcuffs securing her hands and legs to it. After a moment she gave up and went still glaring at you.

"Ok so," you started to stand and walk towards her, stopping when she spat at your feet, "Hey! That was rude," crossing your arms and pouting your crouched in front of her, "Look, it's nothing personal, but you are going to make me big, big, big, money."

She eyed for a moment before grunting out, "You're new."

That threw you for a moment and you blinked wide eyes at her, "Thank you..? I'll take that as a compliment."

The woman shrugged as best she could, "Go ahead. You just aren't like other kidnappers."

"Oh it is a compliment!" you squealed, "Thanks!"

She didn't seem to appreciated your cheery attitude.

Sighing, the woman titled her head, "Have you ever thought about using your talent for good?"

You waved your hand in the air as you stood, "Meh. Good, bad those are all just labels. I prefer the term fun."

"Fun for whom exactly?" she questioned with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

"Me!" you exclaimed casting your hands out to your sides in a dramatic fashion, "duh."

Subconsciously you twirled your knife between your fingers once more, the action somewhat soothing having been a pattern since you were young. You pursed your lips as you paced around the woman, noticing her fingers twitching at the cuffs around her wrists. So she was smart. Good.

"Oki Doki," you clapped your hands together, forgetting the knife and wincing when you hit it, "Ow. Anyways, here's the deal cause I like you. Imma leave, my contracto/r will be here soon. If you're gone," you shrugged helplessly, "you're gone and you kidnapped me. Deal?"

You smiled when she simply glared you at you, "Oh honey, I noticed your hands working the cuffs already, I'm sure you'll be gone by the time my employer gets here."

Snatching your duffle off of the counter on your way towards the window you turned and blew her a kiss, "Toodle loo!"

Wings sprouted from your back, ripping your clothes (dammit, you just got new ones), as you launched yourself out of the window and let the wind carry you away.

<____________>

You didn't see the woman again for a few months, picking up a few jobs here and there. That was, until you were supposed to kill this super fancy man - to be honest you forgot his name - at this super fancy party. Thus you bought the fanciest clothing you could find. In reality, you ought to buy a dress, but that just wasn't your style so you went with a suit instead.

Smoothing it down you looked in the mirror as you stuck earrings into your various ear piercings and tightened your tie. The party was supposed to start half an hour ago, so you could be fashionably late - not that anyone was expecting you.

Once you arrived, blinding lights met your eyes, disco lights, and people chattering all around. It was rather loud for your taste, but it would have to do. You sighed and got to work. Locating the man you were supposed to take out wasn't hard to do, he was an older man with greying hair and a bushy beard.

Rolling your eyes you mingled until he excused himself you took your chance. Also excusing yourself from the random woman you were socializing with you trailed after the man. He rounded a corner, heading towards his private room.

Before you could enter after him a hand yanked on your suit collar, blocking off your air, and you stumbled back.

"Hey!" you yelled, "That was ru-"

Your legs were swept underneath you, cutting off your sentence. A weight, surprisingly light, was pressed onto your hips. A pale face stared down on you as a woman pinned your arms to the ground.

You grinned up at the red-head who you had captured a few months prior, "Y'know if you wanted to be on top all you had to do was ask."

She wrinkled her perfect nose in disgust before hissing, "What are you doing here?"

Huffing you flipped the two of you over, this time you on top, "I like this better," you wiggled your eyebrows, watching her nose crinkle and eyebrows furrow once more, "I just hafta do something then I'll be outa your way sweetheart."

Giving her a wink, your pressed a small device into her side - an electrical shock flooding her body as you hopped off just in time. Brushing invisible dust off your hands you stared down at her. Damnit, you didn't think this through. Ok...where to put her? You glanced around a tad frantically before locating a random door and dragging body over and shoving her inside the random room.

"Sorry sweetheart," you whispered, "I have a job to do."

The rest of the job was easy, you killed the fancy dude - blood spilled out of his neck and flooded the white carpet, staining it your favorite color. You leaped out the window once more, your wings carrying you back to your safehouse.

<___________>

Your next meeting with the woman was, to your shock, in one of your own safehouses. Priding yourself on having rather secure houses, you were quite shocked. The woman showed up with a man who carried a bow and had sandy blonde hair.

"Hi!" you chirped despite your surprise, "I see you brought a friend this time."

You turned some bacon over from where they sat sizzling in a pan on the stove, even though it was around midnight. You held the pan up, bacon cooked and ready to eat, "You want some?"

Both humans stared at you questioningly as you plopped your bacon onto a plate and grabbed a piece with your bare hands, "No? Ok."

It took a moment before either of them could formulate a response, but it was the man who did so, "No eggs with those?"

Gasping, you placed a hand over your heart, "How could you? Are you suggesting I commit cannibalism?"

Crunching down on the bacon you giggled as both humans stared at you, perplexed once more. You waved a piece of bacon around, "Relax, I'm joking." Rounding to counter you stood in front of them with your hands on your hips, "So, what do I owe the pleasure of two SHIELD agents?" It was hard not to identify them as such, and even with your limited knowledge of the how human's worked you were able to see the emblem on the man's shoulder.

The woman pursed her lips and regarded you for exactly two breaths before she spoke in her silky smooth voice ( you refused to admit that it sounded like heaven to your ears) that had the slightest rough Russian inflection, "You're an...oddity. SHIELD wants to learn more."

You let out an exasperated sigh, "First HYDRA and now SHIELD," your lips formed a pout and you sagged your entire body, "Can I just be left alone?"

The man shook his head with a small, almost fond, smile, "Sorry kiddo, no can do," he pulled handcuffs out of his pocket, "Would it be a stretch to ask you to put these on and come with us?"

"Ooooo!" you clapped your hands together in excitement, "First, not a kid," you held up one finger before holding up another, "Second, you brought friendship bracelets? I'm honored."

The woman looked close to snapping, much to your amusement, and stated in a deadpan voice, "Those are handcuffs."

"Eh, technicalities," you shrugged in indifference and popped your last piece of bacon into your mouth, "Any chance I could get your names?"

Honestly, you didn't expect to get their names - they were most likely spies after all. Especially when the man opened his mouth but the woman elbowed his side with a glare. They seemed to have a mini staring contest before the woman sighed heavily.

"I'm Clint Barton and that's Natasha Romanoff," the man introduced, gesturing between the two.

"Great!" you chirped, wings sprouting out of your back once more.

You shook them out, a couple feathers dropping to the ground as you winced and the two stared in shock. You took their moment of stunned silence to jump out the window with a flip, your wings sprawling out and spreading wide. Distantly you could a faint, "I told you so!" causing you to giggle.

[mikuni14]

I wanted to reply to this post by @italianpersonwithashippersheart and it turned out to be a very long text, so I'm posting it separately 😉

I have a tactic of reading posts on Tumblr, that as soon as I start reading and see that the author is going in a direction that I know I won't like, I immediately stop and move on (ALTHOUGH sometimes the author writes something I don't agree with in such an engaging way that I read it to the end for intellectual pleasure, or it's someone I like with whom I disagree just this time, but I read it anyway because, after all, I like that person for a reason 😚). That's why, fortunately, I usually (<- key word, usually) avoid fandom wars and problematic fandom behavior. I do this because I know how irritating fandom can be sometimes, especially when a it goes to war to defend its blorbo, or ship, or the entire series. And I regret to say that defenders are the most aggressive... Personally, I don't mind fans living on ships, their blorbo, squealing about them and so on. (I mean, I do that!) Unfortunately, as I'm sure you all know, so many fans who live it, LIVE IT and it's not just fun for them, it's the meaning of their lives. This is where the attacks on actors come from, like the recent attack on Nut, a homewrecker 😆 in Pit Babe, having the audacity to be friends with the actor playing Alan AND HE BELONGS TO SOMEONE ELSE!, or, as in the case of DFF, tearing Ta into two parts by his ukes two fandoms lmao. Unfortunately, such behavior poisons a positive fandom experience and even I can see it, even though I try very hard NOT to see it.

It also seems to me that DFF viewers could be divided into two distinct groups: DFF fans and BL fans 😉 I'm a DFF fan and that's why I'm interested in meta, theories and Tan. I like PheeJin for their dynamic, but, I don't really care if they end the series as a couple. Besides, for me DFF is a mystery/thriller/slasher/social commentary series with BL elements, in which I DON'T HAVE to have a happy ending for BL relationships to be happy, I only want Tan to be happy. However, someone for whom DFF is only a BL series could be frustrated because 1) there is no monogamy 😬 2) there is "cheating" 3) the characters behave unpleasantly 4) the characters behave in ambiguous ways and it's often not clear what they think and whom they truly love 5) the characters behaviour becomes unpredictable and non-standard and often problematic 6) the plot keeps getting weird, instructions unclear 7) what about my ship?? *panic*

Regarding the concerns about the ending of the series: in any other series I would have EXACTLY THE SAME worries. But I look at DFF in two categories:

as a slasher

as a story about life, without a moral lesson

This makes me NOT worry about the ending because:

if you look at it as a slasher and my favorite film of this type, i.e. Scream and to some extent also Final Destination, there is no moralizing here, because the victims are often innocent and still die, because this is the rule of this genre: people die in masses

if we do NOT look at it as a story with a moral lesson, we also get rid of the compulsion to judge, like, did they deserve or not to die?

I know that in the DFF fandom we often joke, more or less seriously, that we would like this one or that one to die, or for everyone to die, but this is completely normal behavior when consuming media in which someone gets hurt. In the case of DFF, emotions are high because we naturally stand on the side of someone who is bullied and we see how others, through their actions or omissions, or often making stupid mistakes, saying cruel words in anger, contributed to the great tragedy of the entire family. But what I noticed is that the series does not actually moralize. It emphasizes very clearly that Non is a victim, but he is not entirely innocent and has made many stupid decisions himself, having had other choices, while also showing why he makes such choices. It shows Por as a complete asshole, while showing his environment and expectations towards him, but it does not absolve him. It even shows Keng not as a typical sweaty, brutal pedo, but someone who is genuinely concerned about Non, AT THE SAME TIME showing the issue of his pressure on Non, the money, the grooming.

The series presents dry facts, shows characters from different sides, in different situations, it also shows how events move from point A to B and further along the letters of the alphabet :) all the time discovering new facts that explain more and more, sometimes posing a seemingly already explained situation in a completely new perspective.

Personally, I don't get the impression that the series even WANTS us to moralize in our high glass tower, because the series clearly shows that the innocent, defenseless and vulnerable suffer and no one helps them. That a stupid event can lead to tragedy with the butterfly effect. That sometimes things happen beyond our knowledge, that we are just a pawn in someone else's game and, despite our sincere intentions, we cannot stop the course of events. And that the poor have a hard time and lose entire families and their future, with the first fatality in the series being the only son and the future of the richest family.

Therefore, I am 99% sure that:

we do not know all the facts that can turn all our predictions, judgments and faith in what is happening on the screen 180 degrees

whatever happens to Tan, Phee and Jin, I doubt it will be presented as a punishment/reward for anything

Tan can kill them all and not be the winner, Phee can kill Tan and live with it for the rest of his life as a loser

there is no way for the series to end sensibly AND with "the victory of good over evil" and"justice", because evil has been winning all the time and every kick to Non's face, the death of his parents, Tan's "madness", the death of two young people, the trauma of the others were proof of that, also all the lives lost and their future in which change for good is possible

At the moment, I have nothing to complain about the 10 episodes so far, for me the series is run logically, and any question marks that appear in my head, I am calmly waiting for their answers in the next episodes. THERE IS HOWEVER ONE THING THAT WILL ANGRY ME ABOUT THE ENDING: IF THE SERIES MAKES TAN A CONVERTED SINNER WHO CHOOSES LOVE, PEACE AND FORGIVENESS AT THE LAST MOMENT 🤮 I don't even want to think about it. This is the worst thing that can happen.

Despite everything, I still believe that the series will not do something so stupid at the end, that from a painfully realistic story about life with hints of a thriller and a slasher, it will turn into a fairy tale with a moral lesson, in which good (the established social order) will be rewarded and evil (anarchy represented by Tan) will be punished.

I have my dream ending, but whatever, it's my fantasy 😍 But at least 3 BL series from recent weeks ended exactly NOT the way I wanted, so I'm resigned to the fact that DFF may also fail in this matter 🤡

tl;dr everything will be fine, and if it's not fine, we have a great team to sit together and bitch together 🥳

@italianpersonwithashippersheart I fucking love rant posts 😤😤 I LOVED YOURS 💖💖💖

[kyberblade]

Cover Me (Din x Reader) - Shatter Part 4 | Dincember 2023

A/N: This is Part 4 of Shatter. It’s also my contribution to the wonderful event known as Dincember 2023! All 25 prompts in 6k words. 😮‍💨 All the prompts are in bold. I’m so excited to share it with all of you. It can be read as a stand alone, but it’ll make a lot more sense if you read the other parts first. I hope you enjoy it! Happy New Year! No use of Y/N.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Maybe some light swearing and mention of spiders??? Snark, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, Din is a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Space swearing. Mando’a. My Mandalorians do what they want. Banter. So much banter. And you’ll probably fall in love with them like I did. (I don’t make the rules.) Let me know if I missed something. (Again, all the prompts are in bold. No use of Y/N.)

Word count: 6,000 (MaGiC. ✨)

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for reading this every step of the way, counting all the words for me when I had a full day, and just being amazing. You’ve been my blessing from this hell site, and I’m not sorry I made you read about spiders so many times. 🧟‍♀️ Also a shout out to @what-the-heckin-heck and @littlemisspascal for just being amazing cheerleaders as I started this process, you guys always make me smile so much and make my little shit voice shut up, so thank you. ❤️

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“Is this information reliable?”

“Yes.”

Din hesitated, shifting his weight to one side before he went on. “What about the informant?” His head followed his weight, looking down at you with a dubious tilt.

You sighed, clutching your helmet under your arm a bit too tightly, the leather of your gloves groaning in protest as your hands stretched as far as they could to contain what you really wanted to say. With a roll of your eyes while your own weight shifted the opposite way, you huffed again for good measure, leveling his visor with a look. “Din, I am your head of strategy and tactics. When are you going to let me do my job and trust me?”

“I do trust you,” he defended, his spine straightening with the effort of his words, before his shoulders rounded just slightly with a quietly added, “I don’t trust the situations you get us into.”

You simply stared at him for a long moment, the only sounds Peli’s droids beeping in the background of the hangar somewhere as Grogu chased them with a squeal that echoed off the stone walls, before turning and walking up the ramp of the newly renovated Crest.

“Ti,” he called out after you, voice exasperated but resigned. “Look,” he sighed again, then took a few steps forward, the sand crunching underfoot until he thought better of it, and came to a halt near the bottom of the ramp when you stopped at the top, your back still to him. “I’m sorry. But your sources are usually questionable at best….”

“Your face is questionable,” you grumbled under your breath, not bothering to turn around, but he heard you, huffing softly at the slight. Holding your helmet in front of you with both hands, looking down at your visor needlessly, you sighed to yourself as was the custom in this clan, looking at the wall of the ship across from you. Finally looking over your shoulder just enough to see Din in your peripheral, still at the bottom of the ramp, you felt your features soften. “Get the kid and let’s go. We’re following my lead on who attacked Mandalore.”

Xxx

“You have the worst leads,” you said exasperatedly before pulling the trigger on the controls of the Crest, shooting a rogue ship out of the sky in front of you.

“Me?” Din barked from his copilot seat beside you. “You’re the one who trusted a pirate.” He shook his head, looking back out the viewport. “Two more, left and point three.”

The cockpit had been modified to have two pilots sit side by side, putting you on the right and Din on the left. While the controls had to be slightly recessed to make room for two people, wrapping them around the space slightly more than they had been, it worked much better for the tandem tag team style you and Din often fell into. Everything was in arms reach, or just overhead, and if for some reason one of you were incapacitated, the other would take over.

The kid still had his seat a little back and to the right of the cabin, clapping gleefully at each burst of a fireball that was an enemy ship streaked past the viewport. The rest of the cockpit was taken up with wiring and rerouting for the new controls. Peli really had worked some magic to get it all to fit in the shell of the old Crest.

With a swerve of the steering, you swept the ship to the left, Grogu squealing from his seat behind the two of you, giggling when you pulled the trigger again and caused another fireball in front of you.

“Roll.”

You followed Din’s order without hesitation. 

“No, to the left.”

“I am going left.”

“No, not your left, my left.”

“Din, we are facing the same way!” You yelled. “My left is your left!”

“Then go to the other left!” He barked.

“Right.”

“Why are you confirming again, there is only one other direction other than left-”

“No, I-” you groaned in frustration, entering a tight barrel roll to the right, making the kid let out a grunt as his safety belt held him in place. “First of all, I was saying ‘right’ as in ‘right we agree’.” The stars streaked by outside the viewport in one giant circle as you continued to spiral. “Secondly, there are several other directions besides left.”

He scoffed. “Name three.”

You ended the roll and fired on another ship. “Up. Down. Forward.” You looked across your shoulder at him pointedly, your head tilted slightly back, chin jutted forward toward the viewport. “Backward.”

“That’s four,” Din grumbled, pulling his own set of triggers to down an enemy ship that had gotten too close. The Crest flew through the remaining ball of flames, dousing the cockpit in an eerie glow. 

“We need to get down there,” you pointed at a nearby planet through the viewport, glancing at him just briefly, grinning under your helmet at his slight head shake at your jab.

He punched a few buttons and the readout on the planet came up, the holo spinning above the panel between you both. After a few seconds he shook his head more vehemently. “Maldo Kreis. No. Uh-uh. No way. Been there, done that.” He pressed a button and the holo disappeared with a beep.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” You pulled the controls back, sending the ship into an ascent to avoid some ships, snorting out a laugh at Din’s abrupt huff of air and Grogu’s ruckus laughter as he squealed in joy. Reaching out, you pulled the holo back up with a press of the same button, only studying it for a second after the beep before Din had pressed it again, collapsing it with a final, hollow beep. 

Ignoring your curious gaze until you turned back to look out the viewport, Din spoke tightly as you sent the ship into another spin to the right. “Crash landed there with the kid once. Don’t need to go back. Once is enough.”

“Is it safe?”

He made a sound of indecision. “Lots of snow. Lots of ice. Very cold.” He sighed. “It was no holiday, I’ll just say that-”

“But was it safe?” You reiterated.

He didn’t answer for a moment. “Giant icicles. Frost spiders….”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Spiders?”

“Spiders.” His tone was flat.

The two of you sat in silence aside from the surging of the engines of the ship and the fire of the enemies. 

“Aw, is the Mand’alor afraid of some little bugs….?” You finally teased, sending the ship into a dive.

“Little-” he scoffed, his voice tight against the force of the gravity pushing against him until you evened the ship back out again. “No,” groaning softly, he settled back into his chair and flipped a switch to his side that released some tracking torpedoes at the enemy ships. “No,” he repeated less emphatically, looking to his right at you as the projectiles hit their mark and ignited, causing a muffled boom through the viewport, accompanied by a soft orange glow. Both the sound and illumination faded before he continued with a mumbled, “But I don’t particularly like them.”

“So it’s no Life Day celebration,” you mused, mulling over his words. Pointing the controls down toward the ball of ice looming larger and larger through the transparisteel, you sighed. “Maldo Kries it is.”

Grogu squealed excitedly.

Din turned to look at him from his seat with the biggest sigh yet. “Don’t worry, kid. We’re going in prepared this time.”

Xxx

“I thought you stocked up on rations last.”

Both you and Din stared at the single crate of food once the ship had touched down and the pirates had quit making pass by’s as frequently. His hands hung limply at his sides while yours were across your chest. You wished you’d taken your helmet off so he could feel the full force of your raised brow when you turned your gaze up to look at him, but you didn’t feel like unwinding your arms from their sternly disapproving hold.

No.

He would break first.

“Me?” He questioned, his weight shifting just slightly to the side and away from you at the accusation. “No. No, no, that was on your list.”

Your arms broke their hold on instinct and you grimaced at them, thankful for the cover of your helmet as you glared at their betrayal briefly before lifting your visor to fully stare at the other Mandalorian. 

“Me?” You pointed to your chest before poking him in his, right in the center of his breastplate. “No. Nuh-uh, don’t do that, Din. You know Peli had me doing final repairs. She sent you to the market with R5 and the kid last minute-”

“To get her some parts!”

The two of you stared at each other.

You reached out and pushed the button on his vambrace that pulled up the holo projection of Peli’s request that hovered right above it. Pointing to the bottom, you waited while he read silently.

Finally there was a quiet, belated, “Oh.”

“What’s that? I’m sorry.” You pulled your helmet off, tucking it under your arm and resting it on your hip. This required eyebrows. “I didn’t get the list, can you read it out loud?”

There was something so entirely…. Domestic about this entire argument, that it almost made you smile. Almost. Who bought the food, who was supposed to take care of this, fixing that, running a little home together, a family, responsibilities…. It was a pattern the three of you had fallen into easily since having to flee Mandalore, and if you’d told yourself that before leaving…. You’d have laughed in your own face. But now…. Now you couldn’t see it any other way. 

This was home. It was ragged, and broken, and quite frankly, falling apart at the seams most days. But it had everything you needed. Every bit of warmth. Every bit of joy, and laughter, and love. You’d quickly become a family. An aliit. And if any pirate scum was going to try and come between you…. They’d soon learn why the galaxy didn’t mess with Mandalorian’s.

Din clicked the list off without answering you. “We need to come up with a solution if we have to stay here long term.” He turned back to the crate, hands resting on his hips. “I wouldn’t think the pirates would stick around that long, but we only have enough for about three days, a week max if we stretch it.”

“That’s about one day if we let the kid anywhere near it,” you grumbled, sighing as you turned to look at the crate as well. “Guard it with your life, Mandalorian.” You looked back up at him, his visor turning to you. “It may very well count on it.”

Xxx

The Crest had a broken hyperdrive. 

Din rounded on you in the main hull, slowly, in a way you didn’t like. It oozed sarcasm. “Okay,” he drawled, “I know I was supposed to get the rations, but you were supposed to fix the hyperdrive.”

You huffed, looking down at your vambraces as you fixed them for no good reason, your helmet jostling under your arm where it once again rested on your hip as you tugged on the armor needlessly. “No-”

“Do I need to look at your list?”

Your eyes whipped up to glare at him through your lashes, his visor tilted just so. Grumbling, you let your arms fall back to your sides as you stared at the wall just over his shoulder. It was fascinating. “I don’t have a list.” You let a scathing breath out through your nose, before your next words came out on a mumbled mutter more to yourself than anything. “Besides, I did fix it. ….just seems like it was temporary.” You got lost in thought for moment, your voice wandering with them. “Maybe that’s what Peli meant by ‘partial’ converter instead of the full-”

“No wonder you forgot.”

Your eyes flew back up to meet the T of his visor once again, wide in disbelief that he’d willingly left himself this open to retaliation. “So what’s your excuse?”

Din hesitated. “Excuse me?” His weight shifted to one side just slightly, as if realization was slowly dawning after the fact.

Grinning, you mimicked him, tilting your head just so. “You had a list, and you forgot, so what’s your excuse?”

Din simply stared at you for a long moment before he turned and walked away, climbing up the ladder into the cockpit in silence.

“Don’t challenge my time management skills, Shiny,” you muttered under your breath, smirking to yourself. “I’m gonna go make a fire,” you called after him in amusement, barely looking over your shoulder his way before turning back toward the cargo hold and putting your helmet on. Once the seal had hissed all the way, you surveyed the ship for something you could use for fuel. “You’re not too attached to these extra capes, are you?”

He was down the ladder in an instant, dropping in one go. “What are you-” Din looked at the box you were staring at across the hull. “That’s a box of ammo.”

“I know,” you grinned at him through your visor. “But now I know I was right and you do have a box of backups somewhere on board.” Pulling the corner of his cape out to the side, you made a tis-king sound. “Think it’s time for a switch, Mando. This one has seen better days. Smelled them, too.”

The Mandalorian snapped the material out of your grip. “It doesn’t smell that ba-”

“Why do you think I put on my helmet?” You teased.

You chuckled, turning away from Din while he grunted at the slight as you lowered the ramp, a blast of cold air rolling up the plank. 

“Just stay inside the ship, it’s warmer,” he protested.

“The repairs needed have to start outside.” Tugging your own cape around you a bit more snuggly, you suddenly felt a lift of weight off your shoulders as Din removed your jetpack. “What are you doing? I need that in case I have to make a dash-” 

“Be quiet,” he grumbled, setting it gently at his feet before you felt a bit of extra weight coming around your shoulders, and an extra layer of heat. “This will help some. Not much, but it’s better than nothing.” He smoothed the shoulders of his cape over your own before pulling the back to the side and reattaching your jetpack back to where it needed to be. The warmth from his own body heat still clung to the tattered fibers, weaving into your own, bleeding into a pleasant hum of contentment that settled into your very bones. 

Pulling the cape tighter around you, its larger size swallowing you somewhat and acting more like a coat than anything, you tucked your chin down toward your right shoulder as inconspicuously as possible, and took a deep, measured breath. You smiled, letting it out silently through your nose, lifting your head and staring down the ramp at the world of whites and light blues as it continued to assault the Crest with harsh temperatures. “Cozy,” you agreed. “Thank you.”

The weight of his Ambam Rifle came across your shoulders next, resting neatly under your jetpack.

“For safety,” he reasoned at your slight head tilt in question.

You bobbed your head in acceptance. “Safety.” When the moment hung quiet too long, you did what you always did. “I’ll shoot any suspicious snowflakes on sight.”

To your surprise, Din chuckled in response. “Give ‘em hell.” He gave your shoulder a single pat before withdrawing his hands. “Those are not gifts. I want them back,” he teased, wagging a finger near your face when you turned to look at him over your shoulder.

“You got it,” you nodded.

Xxx

The pirate ships had continued to make pass by’s over the next few days, every few hours. One of their dingy little craft would streak across the sky overhead outside of the cave your little clan had tucked away into with the Crest, their comms chatter peppering over the frequency scanner you had running a sweep discretely in the background to catch whatever you could.

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why they were so persistent. Of all your contacts, pirates were the least proficient, often wrong and just after a few extra credits.

That’s when it clicked.

“Din,” you posed after day three, eyeing the kid to make sure he didn’t get too close to where the rations were hidden after he’d discovered them five times already. “I know why we’re stuck.” Your eyes flew up to his visor where he stood to your left next to the heater; a fire probably would have been warmer but after that first day you decided it would have given off too much smoke and, thus, your location.

“You mean besides the broken hyperdrive?” Din’s voice was droll.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m working on it!” Pressing up onto your palm a bit to sit slightly straighter, your expression turned somber as you held his beskar gaze. “Us.”

You turned back to look at the heater absently, one knee bending to prop up your arm. “Someone’s put a bounty out on us.”

Xxx

You could hear the chitter of the spiders at night. The tapping of their multiple legs skittering across the ice just out of sight.

Standing at the top of the ramp, staring out into the darkness, you sighed when Din came up beside you.

“Anything?” He asked in amusement.

Pulling your helmet off in aggravation, you groaned. “No. They don’t give off heat so this is useless.” You jiggled the helmet before tucking it under your arm. “Kick on the high beams on the side of the Crest for a minute. I want to see in that offshoot over there.”

“That seems like a bad idea.”

“They don’t fly over this time of night, they won’t see-”

“Not the lights,” he corrected. “Knowing what’s out there in the dark.”

“Then call me stupid-”

“I will.”

You glared up at him through your lashes.

With a chuckle, he stepped forward, his boots a hollow thud on the ramp. “Let’s just try this first.” Din reached up and flipped on the light on the side of his helmet. It was a mere candle in comparison to the beams you’d asked for, barely making it to the foot of the offshoot you’d wanted to see into, but that was enough.

Legs. Hundreds of legs standing in place, aside from the slight shift ever so slightly away from the light, stood just at the edge of the beam's field of view.

“What are they waiting for?” You muttered as a shudder ran down your spine. 

A smaller spider about the size of your fist ran out into the snow, sliding to a stop when some of the larger ones closer to your size hissed at it. It made an about face and went back to the group.

“A reason,” Din murmured.

“Do they really need one?” You scoffed incredulously.

His head tilted to the side in thought. “You’re right. They’re probably waiting for something big to happen….” He turned his head to look at you. “And by that I mean someone big to show up.”

You swallowed. “They get bigger?”

A high pitched squeal sounded from deep in the offshoot, a low rumble answering it from further in, and suddenly you understood why the pirates were okay with waiting you out.

“A lot bigger,” Din nodded. 

Xxx

A few more days passed and your clan was surviving on an emergency stash of rations Peli must have stowed away knowing something like this would happen. Grogu had pulled one out after your stomach had rumbled for the fifth time on day three of no food, crawling across the floor with a bag as big as he was.

“How goes the hyperdrive?” Din, lowered to his haunches, asked from his perch above where you were dropped down into a hole in the floor of the Crest, banging away at the engine in hopes it would right itself.

You stopped, peering up at him as you wiped your brow and grease from the engine smeared across your forehead, your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why?”

“We’ve had a few…. Visitors.”

“With eight legs or two?” You shuddered, thinking of the ice spiders who got closer with every day. Setting the spanner against the engine, you cranked it against the screw to tighten it. “Two I can handle.”

Din chuckled. “Two. But-” He stood abruptly, peering down the open ramp.

“What? What is it?” You released the spanner, leaving it stuck halfway up mid-crank.

Suddenly, Din raised his Amban Rifle and shot, the sound echoing off the ice walls of the cavern, and causing a small avalanche of ice and snow to rain down on the top of the ship.

Lowering your voice accusingly, your hands went to your hips. “What did you do?”

Resting the rifle back along his spine, he looked down at you. “Work faster. We’ve got company.”

As you turned back to the spanner, you grumbled over the ratcheting sound, “If we could just have a droid, I could be helping you.”

“This again?” Din sighed, raising his blaster to aim down the ramp again as you began beating on the stubbornly stuck screw.

“Oh, yes. This. Again.” With a final decidedly hard whack, the screw let loose and oil of some kind began to shoot out from behind it, coating your pristine white armor in purple goo. “Kriff! Dank farrik!” Shielding your face with your hands, you looked up toward Din. “Help me!”

He let off another shot down the ramp, quickly followed by two more, his blaster smoking as he held his aim. “I am helping.”

The growl you let out in frustration had him rolling his head sarcastically. “Kid. Hey, kid.” He jerked his head toward you as he looked across the cargo hold at Grogu who once again had his head stuck in a ration pack. “Put that down and toss her that thing that’s on the crate.”

“Your cape?!” You asked hopefully, applying pressure to the leak with your hand, which only helped to keep it out of your face, liquid shooting out around your fingers.

Din snorted. “You wish.” He shot again. “It’s that coat thing you bought at the market last week. What’s it called?”

“My sweater?” You felt the downturn of your face pull it into something sour. 

“That’s it!” Din slapped his thigh with his free hand. “Your sweater.”

Your features turned from downtrodden to menacing in no time flat. “Din Djarin, give me one of your capes right now-”

The sweater floated over the hole you were in by an unseen force, and fell onto your face unceremoniously.

“Too late,” you heard the other Mandalorian say, his voice muffled through the fabric. “Thanks, kid.” His footsteps started down the ramp before you could rip the material off. Once you had, though, he was already halfway down the ramp, and nearly out of your line of sight, only the tops of his shoulders and up could be seen. “Now get fixing,” he called back up to you, his voice carrying well in the quiet cave, a slight echo tingeing his words the further outside the ship he went. “We’re about to have a full house, and I’m not liking the idea of sharing the last ration pack with a bunch of low life’s and spiders.”

Grogu squawked in protest, not liking the sound of sharing his precious food.

The leak now managed to something closer to a trickle, you grumbled as you worked on bypassing that chamber altogether. “When we get back to Tatooine, we’re getting a droid, I don’t care what you say, Djarin.”

Din groaned, stepping to the side before taking another shot, his head tilting in annoyance. “We can talk about it.”

“We are talking about it. I’m saying we’re getting one. End of discussion.” The engine charged as you flipped to a separate breaker, whirring as it began to come back to life. “There. We need about fifteen minutes for it to fully come back online. In the meantime,” you pushed yourself back up onto the main deck, climbing out and onto your feet. Sliding your helmet on, blasters already in hand, you looked to Din, then down the ramp. “Tell me where to shoot.”

An errant blaster bolt from the mouth of the cave ricocheted off the top of the ship, setting loud alarms blaring from a nearby panel. “What now?!” You moaned, trudging over to the panel to read the latest report. “They took out our long range comms.”

“Well climb up there and fix it! I’ll cover you!”

Shifting your weight from side to side, you could just begin to hear the pirates gathering outside the cave. “Surely the spiders got them by now. I sent a few men ahead to scout the area, make sure it was clear. They should be meeting us here at the mouth of the cave soon. We only need proof they are dead to collect the bounty. You go in there and…. No, I’m not going. I outrank you. You go. No…. No! I said-”

As the pirates continued to bicker, Din looked at you curiously. “What’s wrong? Go fix the comms.”

“That’s on top of the ship, right?”

Din stood up straight, his head tilted in amusement. “Aw, is my head of strategy and tactics afraid of heights?”

“No,” you insisted, standing up straighter yourself before parroting his words from a few days prior about the spiders back at him. “But I don’t particularly like them.”

“We jump to hyperspace without comms and something goes wrong, we are in deep-”

“Fine!” You barked, holstering your blasters with unneeded force. “But they touch one inch of my beskar with their blaster bolts-”

Din shook his head. “They won’t even see me coming.”

Xxx

It all happened so quickly. 

You were atop the Crest, lowered to your haunches using the torch in your vambrace to reattach the antenna, grumbling about getting the next astromech you saw for sale, when blaster bolts whizzed by your head from behind, sending you falling to your seat.

Without thinking, you drew one of your blasters, turned, and shot, watching three pirates drop, one after each shot. 

Rolling over onto your hands and knees, you crawled to the edge of the ship, and looked down to find Din looking up at you.

Both of you spoke at the same time, your “I thought you were covering me?!” overlapping his, “Why are you shooting when you’re supposed to be working?!”

A moment of silence passed before you both spoke over the other again, his “I was covering you, they missed, didn’t they?” overlapping your, “I am working, but this would go a lot faster if you would toss me up a blowtorch, Mand’alor!”

Din sighed. “Fine.” He stepped into the ship for a moment, leaving you to watch for any trespassers. He finally reemerged and tossed the tool up to you. “Keep working.”

You huffed. “Yeah, yeah.” Shimmying back toward the broken comm tower, you called back to him over your shoulder, “Keep shooting.” After pulling out the proper wires to fuse, you turned back to him again. “And next time, read the fine print!”

“The what?”

“On your list! Read everything! Even the fine print! That way we can avoid situations like these.”

Silence, then, “Are you really blaming me for us being shot at by your informants?”

“I’m-”

Skittering across the hull of the ship in front of you made you stop everything you were doing, frozen mid movement, blowtorch inches away from frying a wire beyond fixing. From your seated position, you lifted your eyes only to peer through your visor and spotted eight long slender legs cresting over the top of the ship, coming closer and closer toward you. A body soon followed, smaller than you, but bigger than any bug had a right to be.

Din kept calling your name, his voice raising in volume each time when you didn’t answer, but you ignored it in favor of making sure the bug was dead.

In seconds you’d flipped the switch on the blowtorch back to simply the initial release of fuel before a spark, brought your other arm over behind it, and ignited your flamethrower to send a wall of fire at the menace.

Its squeal of agony was swallowed up in the angry growl of the flames as it went up in smoke, falling off the ship in a twitching mess of limbs.

You turned off your vambrace, but left the blowtorch on for good measure. Its reassuring hiss as it continued to release fuel music to your ears. Should any of its hellish friends come to visit, you were ready.

“The hell?!” Din’s voice called from below. “You’re supposed to be fixing the ship, not blowing it up!” When you still didn’t answer he went on. “What happened?”

Turning off the tool’s supply of fuel, you kept your eyes peeled for any more legs before finally mumbling, “Sweet, sweet justice.”

“Do I even want to kn-”

Another spider dropped down onto the ship behind you, between you and Din, with a thunk. A thin silvery string of web shining like ice from the ceiling still attached to its back as it started to skitter towards you pulled your gaze away for only a second.

Without another thought, you switched the blowtorch back on and lit the bug up with your vambrace, sending it screeching over the edge of the ship, landing at Din’s feet with a satisfying thud.

Turning both the torch and your vambrace off, you walked to the edge of the ship and peered down to see Din staring at the smoking spider. 

The pirates at the mouth of the cave muttered quiet curses, one even swearing a soft, “They have fire?!” and ducked behind large ice drifts in the ensuing silence, their fear palpable as they took in the dead arachnid at the feet of the Mandalorian by the hands of the other Mandalorian.

You smirked. Hopefully this made them think twice before poking someone in beskar ever again. And maybe they would even spread the word to their sleazeball friends.

Watching the tendrils of smoke rise into the air from the corpse at Din’s feet, you kept your voice even. “No. I don’t think you want to know.”

Xxx

Once the shock had worn off for the pirates, the firefight had opened up again, more fast and furious than before.

You laid out on the top of the ship on your belly picking off stragglers who tried to cross the open space between ice drifts, Din laying down cover fire from his perch on the ramp to keep them pinned down. The errant spider here and there kept pulling your attention away, the fuel in both your vambrace and the blowtorch running low.

“Din, if I don’t finish this comm tower soon, we’re just kriff outta luck.”

“The hyperdrive should be charged by now, we could just make the jump.”

“Yeah but like you said, something goes wrong, as a friend of mine used to say, thatsa big pudu.���

“Did you just….”

“I’ll never say it again, I’m sorry. He was Gungan-”

“No, no…. You had a friend?”

Looking down at him over the edge of the Crest, you bent your wrist and let your whistling birds fly, taking out a wave of the pirates to give both of you a slight reprieve. As Din took a deep breath, it was cut short when something hit his helmet with a ting before landing at his feet and disappearing in the snow.

He looked up to you slowly. “Did you just…. Throw…. A….” Din looked down at the ground just to be sure. “Vibroblade at my head?” Bending down to his haunches, quickly, he scooped up the item, then rose to his feet as he stared at it. Din gave no other reaction as he stared at the item for a long moment in silence, until finally, he turned to hold your gaze with a dubious shake of his head.

“Yes,” you confirmed. “I knew what I was doing,” you defended. “You weren’t in any danger.”

He hesitated. “Except from the knife flying at my face!”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re wearing beskar. Don’t insult me next time, then.” You shrugged. “Simple solution, Djarin.”

Din took a step toward the hull of the Crest, his neck craning further back to keep looking up at you. “I’m the Mand’alor. That was attempted murder.”

You scoffed. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

His weight shifted to one side in annoyance. “Did you miss the word attempted?”

You pulled yourself on your belly further over the edge, and effectively closer to him, tilting your head to the right as you looked down at him wordlessly. Finally, after a long moment, your voice lowered to something both playful and menacing, causing Din to take a small step back, “If I wanted you dead, you would be.”

Several spiders dropped down between the ship and the pirates who were scrambling to reassemble into any kind of fighting order. After a moment of decision, they began to move toward the Crest. 

Before either of you could start to shoot, Grogu stepped off the ramp and toward the bugs, holding one hand out. 

“Kid!” Din cried, taking a step forward.

“Mando!” You tried, pulling him to a stop with just your voice. He glanced up at you quickly, and you shook your head before bobbing it toward the kid. “Look.”

When he turned back, Din saw that the spiders had stopped moving, deciding instead to gather round and stare at the tiny green creature.

His eyes were closed in concentration, his face screwed up in focus, until after a moment he blinked them open and gave a slight wave of his hand away as if to shoo a smell.

The spiders rocked side to side for a moment just slightly before they turned and surveyed the pirates.

The thieves who had been smiling at the exchange as if they’d won immediately melted into faces of worry and began backing away.

For each step back the spiders gained several forward until each group was running, one from the other, one to the first.

Din wasted no time, turned to you and said, “Finish it.”

“But I wanna see how it ends….” You groused, sighing at his head tilt in admonishment. “Fine.” Turning, you went back to the antenna, scuffing your foot on the hull of the ship. “Tell me who wins.”

With one last zap the comms were fixed, and the three of you were climbing into the ship, firing up the engines.

“Punch it!” You called, climbing up the ladder into the cockpit.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Din mumbled, maneuvering the ship out of the cave. 

As he slowly twisted and turned to move the hulking ship out of the ice, you nudged his shoulder while climbing into your seat beside him, flipping over to your controls. “You don’t fly right.”

“Well, somebody had to save our skins.”

Both of you looked at Grogu as you entered the upper atmosphere of the planet, finding him munching on spider eggs he somehow had stashed away in the cockpit for a rainy day. 

You smiled. “Yeah. We both know who saved us back there.” 

The two of you said at the same time, “Me.”

Looking at each other, you both spoke in unison once again, “What do you mean you?!”

Grogu sighed before he giggled softly, mumbling a tired but good natured, “Patu!”

Xxx

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[sweet-villain]

Jealousy Looks Good On You~ J.Q Ft M.D

@haileighboi asked:

Last one lol fluff one shot

Ok so reader is a new actor alongside with Joseph on season 4. Their characters are love interest so with that they start dating. No one knows ofc being they love the idea of the relationship only involving them not worrying about what other think or say. Since no one knows Mason Dye is taking a liking to the reader and makes it pretty obvious at panels and events so the fans start shipping reader and mason. Our dearest boy Joseph is getting jealous you think it is cute and is kinda like “hey now you know how I feel when fans ship you a Jaime”. So the next panel comes mason is getting a little to flirty for your and Joseph liking. It gets to the point where mason asks you out before you can say anything Joseph comes up to you it a bear hug saying something along the lines of “Oh my beautiful girlfriend how I misses you so much, oh hey mason what you guys talking about” with a smirk ofc. After that you are being introduced to the fans coming on stage for the panel Joseph goes up and gives you a little kiss ;) now everyone knows you are his

Sorry again for the long idea and the many request I just love your writing ❤️🖤

Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @witchy-munson @e0509

My Master List is in This Area

You scrunch up your nose and groan as you turn over on your side seeing your boyfriend with one arm over his eyes as he slept while the other laid on top of the covers. There was a small breeze coming from the open window that Joe had opened in the middle of night stating it was too hot.

" Stop staring at me" he mumbles sleepily. You giggled.

" I haven't been staring" he uncovers his arm from his eyes as he rolled over on his side, yawning. " What time is it?" he asks with his eyes closed.

" What time is it?" you mocked, jokingly. One of his eyes peeked at you while the other stayed shut. He waited for you to answer his question and when you didn't, he rolled his eyes.

He made some sort of sound that came out of his mouth which you followed along with, he turned his with a small pout on his face.

" Don't copy me" he says with a huff.

" Don't copy me" he growled pinning your arms above your head as he gazed down at you lovingly. " What are you going to do about it?"

He hummed and tilted his head as he thought of about it.

" Joe?" he tossed an idea in his head before he settled on digging his fingers into your side causing you to laugh as you threw your head back into the pillow.

" Noooooo! Stop!" you squealed, moving away from him but he kept tickling you. He was laughing along with you enjoying making you laugh and squirm under him.

" Joe! I"m going to pee!" he laughed as he rolled over on his side of the bed supporting his head with his hand while his elbow rested on the pillow.

" You're lucky you're so cute otherwise I'd kick your ass" you mumble throwing the cover off of you. Your feet planted on the carpet as you stretched out. The shirt you wore to bed rose up revealing some skin that immediately caught Joe's attention. He reached out to trace some patterns there but before he could, you ran to the bathroom in need to pee like you told him.

He shook his head as he laid back on his bed waiting for you to come back. Joe met you on the set of Stranger Things, you being casted as Eddie Munson's love interest. You and Joe had settled on that no one needed to know that the two of you were dating. He wanted to keep his love life private and he didn't want the fans to hate you. He really cared about you and how people would treat you if they found out you were dating him.

One one hand there was a particular cast member that you have grown close with. He was funny and made you smile but his character wasn't someone your character was friends with. Mason Dye meet you at the table read when his character had some words for your character.

" I have to do what?" you read the script in your hands, wide eyed and snicking as you read that your character had to throw spaghetti and a carton of milk over his character's head in a scene in the lunch room. Mason chuckled as he waved his head, " I've had worse things thrown over my head. Trust me."

He puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

" I think Jason deserve more than some spaghetti and milk" you mumble reading the words he tells your character.

" I agree, but you got this. This will be fun" he nudges his shoulder against yours. " We're going to kill it."

Joe who was watching from down the table, leaning back in his chair as eyed Mason and you talking to each other, he wasn't jealous of the fact you were talking to another guy that wasn't him. Maybe a little.

Then you giggled, Joe gritted his teeth as he glanced down at the script and eased up seeing the next following lines after would be Eddie interacting with your character for the first time. He smiled as he looked over catching your eye, he winked causing your hear to flutter.

You were more excited to run lines with Joe as much as Mason was trying to be friendly.

At least that's what you thought.

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You were beyond excited to go to German Comic Con.

" I never been to Germany" you squealed as you hold your ticket in your hands rereading where you were going. Mason had offered yo a ride to the airport since Joe wanted to go separate in case some fans catch him at the airpot.

" You'll love it, it's really beautiful" he says. His heart fluttered seeing your wide smile and dreamy look on your face. He chuckled when he watched you bring the ticket closer to your chest as you hugged it.

" Are we going to go sight seeing?" you asked him. He nods, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants. " If you want, we can do that" Mason says as he moves up the line.

" I do, thank you so much!" He nods, with a small chuckle. Your phone bings letting you know you had a text. You pull it up seeing a text from Joe letting you know to have a safe flight and he sees you soon. He added a kiss emoji and a wink.

" Secret boyfriend?" Mason asked noticing the smile on your face as you read the text. " Oh, no it's my mom texting me. No boyfriend at all"

Mason was surprised at this, how someone as pretty as you wasn't off the market. But you were in secret.

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You knocked on the door three times letting Joe know it was you. It was like a secret code between the two of you when you were in the same hotel. The door swung open as he pulled you inside. His arms wrapped around you pulling you flush against him as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

" I've missed you much" he say. Your scent engulfed him and felt like home to him. You pulled away from him meeting his brown eyes that stare lovingly back at you.

" I've missed you more" He shook his head, a small pout appear on his face. " No, not possible" he leans down to peck your nose.

" Heard Mason traveled with you" the green monster was knocking on Joe's door was getting louder the more he thought about it. You shrugged, " He offered me a ride to the airport and made sure I was okay going on the plane. You know how I am with plane" he nods.

Joe couldn't help but feel jealous that Mason was itching his way in.

" Don't get frowny on me, Quinn. He's just a friend. But you" you throw your arms around his neck, " Are my lover."

His pout turned into a smile as he backed you more into his room.

" How about you show me what kind of lover you are?" his eyebrow raised in suggesting with a hint of smirk on his face.

" Let me show you"

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" My favorite scenes to shoot was with Y/N over here" Mason points to you with his thumb. " She's always ready on set with a big smile on her face, positive energy and I am not sure where it comes from but it changes the whole mood of the everyone."

"Coffee does help" you mumble into the mic, making the crowd chuckle. You were doing a panel with Mason at German Comic con, having met so many fans.

" Oh don't get me started on her order" he laughs as he speaks into the microphone. " Excuse me, there is nothing wrong with my order" Mason gives you a look that you can't help but throw your head back in laugher.

" Anyways, every time someone gets to shoot with Y/N, there is a change in the room full of positivity and there are smile in the room too. She's such a great person to act besides, she's incredible" he looks at you with his eyes shining brighter than the room itself.

If you looked at Mason, you'd notice his eyes shaped in heart shape hearts as he looked at you. He listened as you talked about your character, how much fun you had coming onto the show and everyone being so welcoming.

" I don't really think that Mason would fit in with myself and Jason here, he's really a big jerk" Mason nodded his head but he was too busy to stare at your lips and listening to your words. You were captivating him.

The panel was over before you know it and Mason even let you go down the step first like a gentleman.

" That was so much fun" you turn to look at him. His arms wrapped around your shoulder as he walked out with you.

" It was" he looked over to you matching your smile.

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Joe huffed hearing from Jamie that you were going out to dinner with Mason and Grace. He felt a little better that Grace was coming too but you've been spending so much time with Mason.

" Just a dinner, baby. I will be back before you know it" he met your lips in a kiss. His eyes roam your outfit staying longer on your legs.

" Before you go" he gotten from his spot on the bed, tugged you to his side as his hands fall to the softness of your ass. " Joe.." you warned, cheeky smile lit up on your face.

" I'll miss you" he leans down capturing your lips with his, giving your ass a squeeze. He couldn't help but feel that green monster inside of him knocking on the door again.

" I'll miss you too" you mumble against his lips when you pulled away. " What's gotten into you?" you gasped feeling his lips on yours again but this time he licked into your mouth.

He was going to make you late but he didn't care. They both could wait.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You were finding it hilarious how many of the fans were shipping you with Mason. There were manips, there were ship names already, there were your character and Mason's character instead of Eddie.

" oh god" you mumbled scrolling through twitter and instagram.

" That's not my name but I'm sure I can make you scream more than oh god" you threw a pillow at Joe as he walked around the couch and settled besides you. " What are you looking at?"

He leaned over to look at the screen and frowned. You took his silence as his way of telling you he wasn't happy with what he saw.

" Hey turn that frown upside down, I think it's cute. It's like the fans ship you with Jamie. Joe shook his head, " That's very different, love."

" Awe is my little Joey jealous?" Joe grumbled something underneath his breathe as he looked away. You set the phone on the bed as you wrap your arms around his neck.

" You have nothing to worry about, I promise you" Joe mumbled underneath his breath how he didn't trust Mason but wrapped his arms around you pulling you flush against his body.

" You're mine" he leaned down brushing his lips against yours, " Mine" he mumbles against them as he fully presses his lips against yours. You kissed him back, one hand going down his chest as the other played with the end of his hair.

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Joe wasn't too fond that you were doing a panel with Mason yet again, his team and your team have been putting you both together. The fans were eating both of you up with making content. He saw the manips, the videos and the pictures that the fans were making, it made the uneasy feeling inside of him grow with hunger. He hated the fact that he couldn't do anything about it.

He had to do something about this. He wasn't going to stand anymore watching from the sidelines as Mason thought he had a chance with you. He had his team put him with yours and Mason panel for some reason and you didn't mind. But Mason shifted in his seat once Joe had joined you on stage sitting in the chair besides you.

Joe shot you a small smile while holing his microphone.

" I mean have you looked at Y/N? She blows me away every time she speaks. She's so smart, so beautiful, so sweet and she's so caring. I could not have a better co star" Mason says as he looks over to you, placing a hand on your knee.

" Oh stop it" you spoke into the mic, a hint of red appears on your cheeks. Joe shifts in the chair next to you, trying to keep his cool.

" I'm serious, you're so talented and you belong on every possible film, show out there" Joe clenched his jaw as his eyes turn into slit watching Mason.

As the panel went on, Joe kept shifting in his seat clenching the microphone and clenching his teeth when Mason spoked highly about you. When Joe was asked the questions, he spoke highly about you, how much he had fun filming with you especially the kissing scene you two had.

You couldn't stop blushing all through the panel.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Mason watched you talk to Grace, laughing at something she said while he stood on the side nervously looking around. He has seen what the fans had posted about you and him, the manips, the videos and the pictures. The fans were shipping you both and he felt like he had a connection with you. He felt like this was the right time to ask you out. He felt like if he didn't then he would never get a chance.

His heart speed up as he decided now was the time to walk over and make his move. His palms grew sweaty, his heart raced and his mouth felt dry as he stood in between you and Grace.

" Hey Grace, Y/N" he smiled, looking more at you than at Grace. Her eyebrow raised before she decided to give you two space to talk. She didn't know that you were dating Joe even, no one knew.

Joe walked back into the building after a quick smoke break and he noticed that you were alone talking to Mason. Something in him snapped as he watched.

" You know, you're really are the prettiest girl I have ever seen" Mason starts as he nervously look at you, biting on his bottom lip.

" That's sweet of you, thank you" you didn't know that he was flirting with you all this time that he grew closer to you. You thought he was being friendly.

" Are you seeing anyone?" from your expression your face, Joe took that as his way to walk over.

An arm wraps around your waist as a body pulled you to their side, your nose picked up a hint of cigarettes, the feeling of rings against the small exposed skin on your hip and the voice of your boyfriend.

" Oh my beautiful girlfriend, I've missed you so much love" Mason mouth drops open as Joe flashes a grin, " Oh hey Mason, didn't see you there. What are you guys talking about?" Joe smirks as he looks down at you.

Your own mouth is dropped open because you and Joe have not discussed telling anyone about you two dating. Now, Mason knows and is staring like he's seen a ghost.

" Your boyfriend?" Mason asked, shocked.

You nodded, " I'm sorry Mason. I'm dating Joe."

His whole face dropped as his mouth formed an "o" and he nodded.

" Happy for you" he swallowed the lump in his mouth as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, " Excuse me, I have to get going. It was nice seeing you, Y/N.. Joseph" Mason mumbled as he passed Joe who patted his shoulder looking amused as ever.

Once Mason has left, you turned to face Joe.

" What was that? I thought we weren't going to tell people" Joe shrugged as he laced his fingers with yours.

" You're mine, I don't like it when something of mine is looked and touched like he did"

Now your smirking, " What?" he asked.

" You're something else, you know?" He rolled his eyes. " Good thing you're really hot when your jealous."

Before the two of you had a chance to kiss, a squeal was heard. Your heads turned to see Grace clapping happily as she looks over to you.

" You two are so cute, finally!"

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As the both of you walked out, walking along side each other and fans were waving at you both, Joe laced his fingers with your pulling your hand up to his lips.

Screams were heard as fans shouted, " She's dating Joe!." You were sure that they were taking pictures. Joe stopped causing you to stop in your tracks as you were confused on why he stopped.

" What are you doing, Joe?" you asked. A hint of nervousness crosses your face.

" I'm going to show the world that you belong to me" you were about to roll your eyes but Joe cupped your face with both his hands staring down at you with love in his eyes.

" Kiss me" you whispered.

His face beams with happiness as he leans down, kissing you. The fans screamed louder. You weren't sure if it was screams or happiness or screams of shock but you didn't care.

The whole world knows you took Joseph Quinn off the market and you were happy to be his.

[aliasrocket]

I wanted to say something for an anonymous comment about feeling less embarrassed of having feelings for Rocket. I must say I totally understand that.

A month ago, when GOTG VOL 3 was released, I went to see it at the cinema with my mother, I spent the whole movie very excited for Rocket, but right in that scene where he is on the verge of death and he meets Lylla again, SOMETHING INSIDE IT CHANGED ABOUT ME, because when they were hugging I realized I was JEALOUS, and in my mind I thought "OH NO, IT'S HAPPENING TO ME AGAIN", because I always fall for characters that might be unconventional or weird to other people , then I start looking for fics and I realize that there are not many for the same reason, or there are many where it is more platonic and I think "IT IS NOT ENOUGH" And it's more complicated for me because my first language is not English and in my language there is NOTHING. So meeting people who write Rocket the way I imagined really makes me very happy. I'm even thinking about writing some one shots myself but it's hard, I've never written NSFW and I find it kind of funny that I want to start with Rocket.

Oh my god this was absolutely sweet.

Yes!! Everyone IT IS OKAY TO LIKE UNCONVENTIONAL CHARACTERS. LITERALLY, IT IS NOT A BIG DEAL!! JUST BE YOU!!!

And I’m really sorry there isn’t much fics in your language, but on the bright side I’m really happy that you’re at least able to read and write in english even if it isn’t your first language!

Also, yeah, in my experience, besides sighing the whole goddamn movie (except for the first 10 mins, I will give myself that,) I remember leaving the theatre in a sigh and going on ao3 like “ah shit, here we go again” bc this is the 1982838th time I’ve visited ao3 for some really obscure ship or an x reader fic for a very underrated character.

And about that Rocket smut, I understand how can it be daunting and I’d really love to help you!

Ykw, let me make a quick guide for anyone who’s scared of writing Rocket smut!! But for those of you who wouldn’t wanna read some real ugly/stupid stuff, don’t press the ‘keep reading’ line, haha.

a quick (and definitely unhinged) guide to writing Rocket smut XD

OBVIOUS NSFW WARNING!!! It gets ugly guys please THIS IS YOUR WARNING I’M NOT JOKING!!

If you’re uncomfortable with heavy nsfw please turn away now!!

written by aliasrocket (89P13 on ao3 hehe)

Suitable for any smut involving Rocket! (Looking at you guys, roquill shippers. Don’t worry, I welcome all ships on my blog <3)

This is supposed to be a writing smut guide specifically meant for Rocket so I’m not gonna go into the basics of writing smut, but if you’re a total beginner, here’s some pointers to help :

the genitals, legs, muscles, brain : main places that tend to be the most stimulated, exhausted or absolutely wiped. That being said, you can use these as a starting point for describing the feelings the characters or the reader may feel in the moment.

besides the main thing, you could try to set the mood by maybe mentioning how the moans sounded like, (screams, squeals, cries etc.) and other things the characters were doing to ground them in the moment, like gripping the sheets, gripping the other person’s shoulder or hips, etc.

Okay, so, about Rocket in particular …

Yeah, of course writing smut about a fucking Raccoon isn’t going to be fucking easy. But don’t worry, as someone who has studied all 3 gotg films and slowed down quite possibly every single Rocket clip in existence (enough to know Rocket … is genuinely CANONICALLY is very particular/skilled with his fingers, he knows where he’s putting them and knows EXACTLY which buttons to press on any tech, so … definitely good at using his fingers if you catch my drift) I think I might have gotten the hang of it to help some of you guys out.

So first off, when I write Rocket smut I always imagine he’s his comic height instead of his mcu height (don’t search it up, you’re just gonna be depressed about it trust me) so all you have to know is that if he pressed you up against a wall his head would be around your shoulder blade area. For missionary, he’s probably around your collarbone.

Rocket canonically has sharp and absolutely grown out nails. No, they’re not retractible. I’ve done research on this, but if you’d like to write him fingering someone, Rocket can have his nails trimmed.

It would hurt if Rocket bit you. Like, it would fucking bleed. So I’m sorry to say to those biting kink girlies (those are me hi) but Rocket can only afford to give you or someone else some nibbles on the skin unless you guys want some serious bloodplay on your hands. This is because he has protruding fangs on both his upper and lower row of teeth, his lower ones more prominent than the top.

Rocket can, however, eat you out. Don’t wanna get too into depth with this but basically his tongue can stick out his muzzle pretty well and his nose makes for a good clit-stimulator HAHAHAH

!!! : (this is going to be a description of the average raccoon penis so skip this if you don’t wanna know about this because you can DEFINITELY write Rocket smut without having to know this so please be free) I had to research this for a very specific request (pls ily shameless anon/pos) and I almost cried out of the loss of my sanity but anyway, raccoons have a baculum bone which is basically a bone in their penis that helps with copulation, its average length is about 4 inches but can be longer if you catch my drift. The genital itself is a like a rod with a ‘spiky’ end (it’s not actually spiky but it looks that way) compared to human genitalia, kind of like a cat’s but much longer and it is a very dark shade of brown or just plain black. Feel free to use any of these for a possible description if ever you need it, though I never really talk about it in fics, especially the whole ‘spiky’ thing. That being said, Rocket should not have an issue with size, as the the average human male genitalia is about five inches, meaning he can hit anyone’s g-spot just fine.

I might add more points if I have any more but this is all I got right now. I really hope this somehow encouraged you to write that nsfw fic you wanted, and just know everyone’s got interests, it’s fine if not a lot of people irl are into Rocket that way, because that’s literally what the internet is for!

[gwyns]

I was reblogging a pro Elain post to show girlie some love and because I agreed with what it said, but I noticed some of the comments that just rubbed me the wrong way.

One of the comments said “That's the thing. Everyone wants Az with Gwyn because she's now a Valkaryie.. but does Az want that? He hates laryians, and especially hates how they treat the women. And we have a warrior couple.. why would SJM make another?”

And then some of the reblogs said “tbh most 'girl boss' characters are just..childish pick mes—characters like elain are so mature interesting fascinating” and “I don't know about yall but i am sooooo tired of these Feisty, Sassy, girlboss female characters, who smart mouth everybody. A soft feminine and quiet female character, who loves to garden and keep to herself and mind her own business is what we need more of”

I agree that we need more soft and feminine female characters, but to put down another woman just to show love for another isn’t okay. That post didn’t even say anything about Gwyn or ships, but she still got brought up.

E/riel’s say all these thing that they want for Elain, but then they try to make her a spy or a warrior. They constantly change her plot/arc and personality and characteristics just to fit Azriel’s. Make fanart of her with weapons, in leathers, and covered in blood. Complain how we “hate” Elain for being more soft and feminine, but from what I’ve seen, most Gwynriel’s strongly support Elain being soft and feminine. They support that she likes to bake and garden. They’re not trying to change everything about her character to fit a man. It’s like E/riel’s take one small thing that someone might’ve said a long time ago and just run with it, on and on and on.

I’ve seen antis say that SJM made Gwyn’s character to try and not be like other girls. The quirky, cool girl (but now they’re trying to say Elain is like Alice Cullen who is quirky/weird?), how she’s childish & immature because she gets excited, and squeals/makes high pitched noises, and likes to make friendship bracelets. Gwyn made an excited sound because Cassian told her that he knew the former Valkyries personally. It’s normal to make certain sounds when you’re excited about something. And the bracelets were a way to honor her sister who was killed in front of her. Gwyn is rediscovering joy and happiness after being severely traumatized. I don’t see how Gwyn is childish at all. I think the only reason why they’re anti Gwyn is because she’s a love interest for Azriel and that’s just sad. It’s fine if you don’t like a character, but if the only reason you don’t like a character is because she’s a potential love interest, then that’s embarrassing and sad. Sometimes I feel unsafe to voice opinions and love for certain characters. This fandom doesn’t feel welcoming anymore. It honestly makes me really sad.

ohhh boy let me answer this point by point because it got me a little heated

they do realize that there's only so many dynamics between characters, right? and like it or not, az is a warrior. just as cassian and rhys are and both of their mates are warriors in their own right. they're equals to each other. despite feysand and nessian having similarities they're still entirely their own couple, just as gwynriel would be. they wouldn't be a carbon copy of nessian like they claim

if they want more soft and feminine women go... read other books? we know elain is getting a book, why are they acting like gwyn would take away from that? this is rich coming from the "feminist" side of the fandom... you know what reeks of misogyny? dragging one woman down to uplift another

they looooove bringing gwyn up and that tells me all i need to know about their true feelings, they're jealous as hell

i can only speak for myself, and to an extent my mutuals since they're the best gwynriels in existence, but yes! we love that elain is more feminine and not into killing or being a warrior. we want her to be who she truly is and find love along the way. it's e/riels who i constantly see try to change her, to mold her into a character that suits azriel better and wow... would you look at that? it's a character very similar to gwyn! what an amazing coincidence. oh yeah they never let anything go, calling elain boring or simply disliking her is a mortal sin or something to them but sending rape and death threats to people is ok in their book!

i hate the argument that gwyn is a "pick me" or "childish" like damn! don't y'all have joy in your lives? clearly not if you get this upset over a woman embracing life and doing what she finds fun with her friends. i admire gwyn for this, i'm very similar in that i react the same way to things i'm interested in, there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing what makes you happy. no matter if people think you're silly or immature or some other incorrect thing, they're the ones with a problem. here's some simple advice to anyone who wants it, don't let other people dictate what is and isn't "cool", do what you like. the right people will come along and embrace it with you

as for your last point, i agree completely. this fandom has become such a shithole and it's sad. i'm always here to listen and gush about characters with you though, ok? on anon or off or through dms, whatever you want 💖

[chuuwtoy]

i remember discussing with my friend if rebecca was really the blushing virgin that everyone in the fandom makes her out to be. at the time i just shrugged it off and said yes, because i didn't know much about her character (not that there is much anyway.) but after thinking about it, my opinion's changed a bit. so here's my random opinions about rebecca.

incoming airstrike: incoherent rambling.

initially i felt like rebecca was only really put into the first game to be jill's opposite, and also i guess to make it even and put a girl on the other team.

i haven't played RE 0 (and with the complaints i probably won't..) but she isn't exactly squealing and blushing whenever billy looks her way - if anything, billy is more of a flirt. maybe him giving her all these cute nicknames is just in his nature? or perhaps he just really likes her. who knows!

you could argue that everyone on her team died and she's going through this hellish nightmare on her first mission - so why on earth would she have goo-goo eyes over some inmate who supposedly slaughtered 23 people?! haha, i love analyzing these guys.

rebecca isn't afraid to put anyone in their place, she demands respect, "but that's officer chambers to you", "and dont call me little girl!" one thing i love about these lines is how it's delivered, she isn't stomping her feet and throwing a tantrum. she keeps her soft tone and says it sharply! i wish people saw her as spunkier and dominant, rather than an innocent, helpless baby.

suprisingly, she doesn't fall for chris either. i mean can you blame me for expecting her to? he's protecting her throughout the game and vice versa. she's tired and scared but atleast she has chris to lean onto. that's the perfect set up for a predictable (one-sided) romance. the same arguement could be made - she's tired, and got thrusted into another nightmare, she doesn't have time to be flustered over chris..

something that's a little odd but rebecca has respect for chris in the sense that she refers to him as "sir", when she doesn't even do that for enrico. though, im sure its because she's familiar with enrico, but not chris.

she's oddly professional for her age, but no one in the fandom gives her credit for it— and yes i know it's probably because she's a child prodigy, so perhaps she had to grow up quicker? i assume she was around adults much older than herself. ( ≧ᗜ≦) !!!

i know it's common for people to call her a tomboy because "girl + short hair = tomboy" (sarcasm). though, if i'm being honest, i never saw her as one. rebecca (and jill) are just girls, they can't really be placed into boxes - they're not clichés. you see the duality with rebecca loving basketball but also being a chemist? i LOVE that so much. she's in this male-dominated field with an age that still end in -teen.

rebecca is described as "androgynous" in her uniform and while i agree to some extent i don't really like that word too much, because it implies that jill's uniform isnt androgynous when i think that it is.. so what because jill's chest is prominent she can't be androgynous too? hmph, it always left a bitter taste in my mouth.

also i really love that she's wearing makeup in 0, it's her first mission and she's all dolled up 笑笑笑笑笑 but they stopped using ayumi's model and i guess wanted to rework her face.

this isn't meant to disprove or bash that very popular ship "rebilly" by the way! do i ship it? not quite, sorry but i dont ship anything besides myself and a certain bioterrorist えへへへへへへへへ

the novel, caliban cove, portrays her as your typical teenage girl. she gets embarrassed a lot, blushes at the slightest contact, etc etc. it's not canon though, so i didnt bother to mention it.

i haven't discussed this either but i'd like to see discussions about her sexuality, nothing is confirmed but options are always open (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

[raphmona]

How did Ramona become your favorite ship and how did you become a hardcore Ramona shipper?

I guess it was just instinct. I knew I found something special when I came across RaMona and my love for it just grew as the years went on.

It all started when I was watching one of Black Nerd Comedy’s TMNT videos on YouTube. He was doing a ninja turtles Q&A and someone asked him if he would ever like to see Mona Lisa in the 2012 series. He agreed that Mona should return and called her “Raphael’s lady”.

Note: This was in March 2014, over a year before Mona Lisa was introduced in the 2012 show in November 2015

I was very new to TMNT at this time, with the 2012 series being my introduction, so I had very little knowledge of the franchise and other versions, but I was a sucker for romance side plots and my curiosity was peaked. So I did some digging on YouTube and found the 1987 episode “Raphael Meets His Match” and I watched it. This was my very first episode I ever watched of the 87 series and I fell in love with Mona Lisa and especially her relationship with Raph. I loved how well her personality clashed with Raph, snarky stubborn sass with even more snarky stubborn sass. I squealed when she called him a doll and kissed his cheek. Him assuring her that he thinks she’s beautiful warmed my heart and them reuniting by the end of the episode was so sweet. You can image my disappointment when I learned that was her ONLY episode and she never came back. So I relied on fanart and fan comics of her, hopefully waiting for the return of this ship.

For those who don’t know, back when the 2012 series was running there were A LOT of fans who would constantly email/DM the producers and writers of the show on social media, asking them to bring Mona Lisa into the 2012 series. I will admit I was one of those fans 😅 I never harassed them like other fans did, but I do remember commenting on their instagram post regarding the topic once or twice.

Also funny fact, apparently Sean Astin (2012 Raph’s voice actor) was also one of those people. He constantly kept on asking Branden and Ciro (the producers) when Raph was going to get a love interest, cause he saw every other turtle get a GF except Raph. Angry turtles need love too! XD

Fast forward to August 2015, San Diego Comic Con, at a TMNT 2012 panel, they announce that Mona Lisa will be coming to the series in the upcoming season 4 as a warrior from an alien planet. I fangirled so hard that night when I watched the panel on YouTube! I was squealing so loud and dancing around my bedroom! I was so happy I started to cry! My OTP was finally returning!

It was 2012 RaMona that sealed the deal for me. After watching their first episode “The Moons of Thalos 3”, I fell in love with them. Raph falling for her because she punched him in the face is both hilarious and adorable, and also (strangely) very in character for him. His “what a woman” line made me squeal in excitement. Their first kiss, I couldn’t help but cheer. I didn’t care about any other ship except for them. To actually see a happy healthy couple with little to no problems in this series was a breath of fresh air. I never cared for Apritello, Leor*i I was questioning (that’s a whole different can of worms I’m not getting into now), I didn’t care for Capril, and though I liked Renetangelo I wasn’t crazy for them. The more Mona appeared in the show the more my love for the ship grew. Them constantly flirting or making out in the middle of battle, how trusting they are of each other, how supportive they are of each other in combat, and even their biggest road bump with Lord Dregg they were able to over come, with the cherry of that episode being Mona confessing her love to Raph. Even when back on Earth, Raph still thinks about her, loves her and stays loyal to her. In truth, Mona made Raph a better man. Them reuniting in season 5 kinda leaves us with an open book because now we get to decide what happens with them now that they are on Earth together. I just know from the look they gave each other at the end of the episode as they held each other in their arms that they will be living happily ever after 🥰

We only ever see this ship in a hand full of episodes in the 2012 series, but it was enough to show me and the audience how happy and healthy this couple is compare to the other ships. I love them. I adore them. I want a relationship like theirs one day. I wanna find my Raph to my Mona. I want to continue to see this ship in other versions of TMNT in the future!

I will stand proud and say that I am the captain of the Raph x Mona Lisa ship! 🫡💞

[nhasablogg]

Too Gentle

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Characters: Stede, Ed

Summary: A certain ticklish discovery leads to Stede running away from Ed, who naturally catches him anyway.

A/N: So this is not the best thing I’ve ever written, but I wanted to test the waters and write for this fandom since I finally watched the show today. Not sure if I’ll write anything else, but feel free to send in prompts anyway and I can try!

Also for some reason I keep mixing up Stede and Ed’s names and while I read and reread the fic I might still have missed a point where I’ve used the wrong name anyway, so just ignore that lol

Words: 766

It was one thing sparring with Ed and a whole other thing to be running from him for your life.

Or well, running away from his wiggling fingers, at least.

“Can’t we talk about this?” he asked, rounding a corner (and there weren’t that many corners) and nearly crashing into a very perplexed Oluwande. “Oh, sorry! Oh, god.” Stede hid behind him and peeked out at Ed.

“Talk about how adorable your giggle is?” Ed replied, his grin big enough to swallow the ship whole. “Gladly. I’d love to hear it again first. You know, to ensure what I say is accurate.”

“First of all, I do not giggle and it is in fact not adorable-”

“That makes no sense,” Ed said.

“That does make no sense,” Oluwande agreed, stepping aside to free up the space between them. “Sorry, Captain. I better not get involved in whatever this is.”

Ed’s grin miraculously grew once Oluwande left. “Alone again.”

“Oh, god, Ed, please.”

Ed took a step closer. “What are you afraid of, Stede? Just how ticklish can you be?”

A sudden touch had caught him off guard, and so a sudden noise had left his mouth. Ed had looked alarmed, and then so smug it had kind of terrified Stede. That had been when he’d started running, only a couple of minutes prior. He wasn’t sure what he even thought Ed would do, but something about him made Stede believe it would be unbearably ticklish and last for too long than he’d be able to handle.

“Enough to rather not be tickled, thank you,” he answered now, and something in Ed’s face softened.

“I’ll be gentle.” Another step closer. “I’ll be so very gentle.”

“That’s not reassuring- no.” Ed attempted to grab him, and Stede somehow dodged, only to be cornered against a wall and a whole deck between them and the rest of the crew, unless any strays were wandering around. “Ed, please.”

“I’ll be so very gentle.”

Stede opened his mouth to plead again, but was interrupted by his own rather obnoxious laugh that Ed’s hands on his ribs coaxed out of him.

“Too gentle!” he cried instead, succumbing to the laughter that kept pouring out as Ed kept prodding at his torso. His own hands flailed around uselessly. Stede had never been the best at using his body. He could admit that.

“How do you expect to be a pirate if the enemy can bring you down this easily?” Ed asked, one hand attempting to worm itself into the incredibly ticklish skin under his arm while the other was doing god knows what to his side and making him squeal.

“I think they could probably bring me down just as easily in other ways,” Stede attempted to say, though he was sure none of it was coherent anyway. Ed seemed content enough in torturing him anyway. It made little difference what Stede said.

He started sliding down the wall when Ed left his underarm alone after another failed attempt and instead started toying with his neck. It all happened rather quickly, he would later realize. A race of a dance with Ed only going for a handful of spots in barely a couple of minutes before backing off.

“Are you done?” he asked when Ed never returned, his words laced in a laugh that was slowly dying down. He was full on sitting on the floor now.

“For now,” Ed said, sitting down beside him. “That was fun, but I know when to stop.”

Stede huffed. “But not when to not start I see.”

“Oh, come on. You enjoyed it.” Ed nudged his side. “Admit it.”

“I positively did not.”

“You could’ve run when Oluwande was between us, but you didn’t.” Ed grinned. “You stayed.”

“Perhaps I was only indulging you,” Stede replied, although he knew the blush that was creeping up his face was very much visible even in this lighting. “Was my giggle adorable then?”

“I would more say you were shrieking just now, but yes, still adorable.”

“Well, at least that’s something.”

Ed let out a laugh. Stede briefly wondered what it’d be like to hear him giggle hysterically. “I still haven’t tried your legs or feet.”

“And you will keep it that way,” Stede said, pointing at him.

Ed held up his hands. “For today.”

“Perhaps I will get revenge.”

“Well good luck ‘cause Blackbeard’s not ticklish.”

“Maybe not.” Stede tilted his head at him. “But I’m sure Edward is.”

That did earn him another tickle to the neck, but it was worth it just to see Ed nervous.

[august-anon]

maybe a bit vague for a prompt, but either stede or ed need to tell the other that they are very cute when tickled and they get all flustered or something. i think they deserve it. and its objectively true.

It is true and they both deserve it!!!! Which means... They both get it lol. Thank you so much for the prompt, and for your patience! Hope you enjoy the fic!

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Adorable

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Ship(s): Gentlebeard

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Stede/Switch!Ed

Word Count: 3115 words

Summary: It was so fucking unfair that Stede was so cute while getting tickled. Unfortunately for Ed, Stede was adamant on proving the reverse, too.

[ao3 link]

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Really, Ed had just been looking for an excuse. How could he not, after finding out Stede was ticklish from one of the crewmembers? So Ed wasn’t actually upset about Stede cutting them off from the brandy for the night after only two glasses; frankly he preferred being clear headed anyway, all the drinking was usually for show and left him feeling shit in the morning, especially at his age. But, he wasn’t about to pass up this perfect excuse to test his newfound knowledge about Stede just because it was a half-baked ploy.

“You really ought to bring that brandy back out, mate,” Ed said. “Or I’ll be forced to take drastic measures.”

Stede gave him an odd look from the other end of the room. “And, what measures might those be, exactly?”

Ed grinned as he lifted up his hands, his fingers shaped into claws and wiggling in Stede’s direction. Stede’s eyes went wide and darted around the room. His cheeks went a little rosy around a nervous grin.

Oh, that was so fuckin’ unfair.

“Well,” Stede said, clearing his throat. “I think you’ll have to catch me first, then, won’t you?”

Ed’s grin widened. Combined with the giddy look in Stede’s eyes, the words were practically an invitation. Ed wasted no time in leaping off the couch and lunging for Stede, but Stede was deceptively quick for someone who’d barely seen a day’s work before escaping to the sea. It seemed like all of Ed’s training was finally paying off, exactly when he didn’t need it to be. Oh well, a bit of chase could be fun, too.

And Stede seemed to think so, as well. Feinting left and right around furniture, grinning and laughing when Ed would get a little too close for comfort, taunting Ed if he fell too far behind. If Ed didn’t know any better, he would almost say that Stede wanted to get tickled. Not that Ed would know anything about that sort of feeling, of course not.

Eventually, Ed managed to tackle Stede down onto the sofa, digging his hands into the first soft spot he could get a grip on, which just so happened to be Stede’s stomach. Stede tumbled into laughter, pressing the side of his face into the cushion as his cheeks got even more red from the exertion. His eyes were all crinkled and scrunched, and his smile was bright enough to light up the entire room.

God, that was so fuckin’ unfair.

With a little wrestling (well, not really. Stede didn’t quite seem to be fighting back like, at all), Ed managed to get Stede lying flat on his back, and Ed straddled his hips without a second thought. The second thought came several seconds after he’d already done it, along with the third, the fourth, the fifth– sitting astride Stede just gave him a lot of thoughts, most of them enough to kick his heart into high gear and make his own face a little ruddy, and he was thankful that his skin tone and beard could hide most of it. Plus, he realized as he skittered his blunt nails up Stede’s ribcage and got a squeal in return, it’s not like Stede was in much of a position to notice, anyway.

“God, you’re so ticklish,” Ed muttered, mostly to himself, though he was rewarded with Stede’s pretty flush extending down his neck.

He could work with this.

Ed leaned in closer, grinning as he slipped his hands up into Stede’s underarms. “Are you just ticklish everywhere? Is that it?”

Stede shook his head, or at least Ed thought he did. It was hard to tell with how wildly his upper body was squirming. He chuckled, trying to dig in deeper despite how tightly Stede had now pressed his arms to his sides, and was rewarded with a cackle.

“Maybe we should test that, huh? Where haven’t I gone yet…”

“Ed!”

Ed wriggled his hands out of Stede’s armpits, doing his best to make it as ticklish as possible, and took stock. He was glad that Stede had taken off his fancy jacket and vest when they’d started drinking for the night, because it made it so much easier to untuck his frilly white shirt and sneak his hands inside. And he deliberately did not think about what Stede’s skin felt like under his fingers when he went to scribble at Stede’s sides (it was soft and smooth and warm).

Stede’s hands scrabbled for Ed’s through the fabric of his shirt, and he tossed his head back with a series of frantic giggles. Ed couldn’t help but laugh along, watching Stede’s face for every crinkle of his eyes, every jump of his smile, every time the flush across his cheeks would darken or spread. God, he was just so…

“Cute,” Ed muttered, barely aware of what he was saying. “This is too damn cute.”

Stede’s hands jumped up to cover his face, but the blush spread to his ears and Ed watched with pride as they turned a dark red. He raised up a little on his knees and leaned down until he was hovering a handful of inches above Stede’s hidden face.

“What, no one ever called you cute before, mate?” Ed scoffed, squeezing his fingers down Stede’s sides to get him to squirm. “Clearly, they don’t know what they’re missing out on.”

Stede moved his hands and squinted his eyes open, opening his mouth like he was going to retort, but all that came out was a loud shriek as his legs jumped up and slammed into Ed’s back. Ed grunted, more out of surprise than anything, and brought one hand up onto the cushion next to Stede’s head to help him keep his balance. He paused his tickling, glancing down to see what got him such a reaction, and saw his other hand gripping at Stede’s hip.

A slow grin spread across Ed’s face. “What have we here?” He asked in a low voice. “Did I find a tickle spot?” He paused, raking his eyes over Stede’s torso. “Actually, I think your whole body is a tickle spot.”

Stede stammered over his words for a few moments before finally getting out, “I don’t think I should answer such a question.”

Ed laughed and brought his other hand back down, pinching at both of Stede’s hips and beaming at the shriek that burst forth once more. “I dunno, man, I–”

He grunted as Stede’s legs slammed into his back again, his fingers stopping mid-tickle. Stede’s laughter trailed off, and when Ed looked back at his face, Stede’s hand was clapped over his mouth, his eyes wide.

Ed narrowed his eyes, baring his teeth in his next smirk. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

Stede gasped, his squirming finally gaining intent for the first time since Ed pinned him. He was already giggling as Ed sat up, his legs bouncing anxiously against the sofa behind Ed’s back.

“Wait wait wait,” Stede giggled, his eyes big and round. “Wait, Ed, let’s talk about this!”

Ed raised an eyebrow. “What’s there to talk about? You’re ticklish, it’s fuckin’ cute as hell, and I’m gonna make you laugh.” He paused for a moment, his arms already stretched back behind him, poised to strike. “Unless you got a problem with that?”

Stede pouted, or at least he tried to. It was rather ineffective, with him still giggling and all. “Well, I, no, it’s just that I–” 

Stede cut himself off with a near scream as Ed squeezed into the muscle of one of his thighs. Ed grinned, feeling a rush go through him at the giddy sound.

“I’m not hearing a yes,” Ed said.

Ed squeezed again, laughing as Stede bolted upright with a bright cackle.

“Too ticklish!” Stede cried, reaching for Ed and clutching a fist desperately in his shirt.

“Perfect,” Ed rumbled, ducking his head a little so his breath could glance over Stede’s ear. “I’m not hearing a stop, either.”

And Stede continued not to say it, even as Ed kept squeezing away. Whenever he found a spot that seemed particularly ticklish, he’d lift up his hands for a quick, devious scribble of his fingertips, before diving in once more. Stede was lost practically the second Ed started, faceplanting into his chest and laughing frantically into the fabric of his shirt, making that section of fabric all warm and humid. Ed wondered if Stede could hear the way Ed’s heart sped up over his laughter.

And then Ed finally reached Stede’s knees. If Ed thought Stede had screamed before, it was nothing compared to now. He half expected the crew to come bursting through the door, weapons at the ready, it was so loud and shrill. Stede broke into wailing laughter when Ed didn’t let up, reaching around and behind Ed to grab at his forearms. He tugged and tugged, but with how laughter-weakened he was, he didn’t have even a hope of budging Ed’s arms. Instead he wrapped his arms around Ed in a sort of hug, laughing himself to tears into Ed’s shoulder as his hands clutching desperately at whatever fabric they could reach.

And Ed still wasn’t hearing a stop, but, frankly, he was starting to get a little worried. So he slowed his fingers, trying to lean back and duck down to catch a glimpse of Stede’s face, see if he was still having fun…

And apparently, that was exactly what Stede was waiting for him to do.

In his moment of distraction, slowing his fingers and letting Stede gather his faculties, Ed had apparently set himself up quite nicely for revenge. Stede’s fingers dug into the backs of his ribs and Ed yelped, trying to squirm away. Stede had cleverly trapped him in this tight, ticklish hug, however, and his efforts were futile. Ed couldn’t stop the snickers that started breaking through as Stede persisted.

“How do you like that?” Stede asked, in the same tone of voice he used to try and threaten ship captains, and it only made Ed laugh harder. “I think it’s high time you got a taste of your own medicine, don’t you?”

Ed shook his head, but it was mainly for the game. He certainly didn’t mind, not so long as it meant he had Stede all pressed up against him like this. Whether Stede was the one giggling up a storm or Ed was, it didn’t matter, it was fun either way. Though there was the perk of Stede’s stupidly cute face and laugh when he was the one being tickled. Maybe they should go back to that.

Stede’s fingers skittered down his body until they reached his sides. He tightened his grip around Ed, then, trying to reach his fingers further around to wiggle them into the fleshy parts of Ed’s sides. Ed crumpled at the touch, nearly snorting in laughter against Stede’s shoulder, and they both fell back against the couch from the added weight. 

There was another moment of wrestling, trying to gain the upper hand, but it seemed that Stede had caught his second wind while Ed was the one being weakened from laughter (and maybe he just liked seeing the happy, victorious look on Stede’s face when Stede realized he was winning), and this time it was Stede that wound up on top. Literally. Ed was stuck laying on his right side while Stede straddled over his upper thighs on his left, pinned awkwardly but securely.

“Well, then!” Stede said, trailing his eyes along Ed’s torso. “Where shall we begin?”

Ed tried to buck. It was awkward, laying on his side, but he at least managed to make Stede lose his balance. Stede yelped and fell forward, catching himself on his hands on either side of Ed’s torso, blinking, and giving Ed another wide eyed look.

Ed smirked. “Better get on with it, mate. Your knees are looking pretty ticklish right now, if you ask me.”

Stede frowned down at him. “Well, if that’s how you’re going to be.”

Stede brought both his hands down, wiggling his fingers deep into Ed’s exposed side. Ed burst out in laughter, not bothering to fight it, and tried to wiggle away from the feeling, only to find that he couldn’t. Apparently, being pinned like this made it rather hard to squirm away. It only got worse as Stede’s hands started moving, one hand crawling toward his back and the other toward his stomach. Ed’s eyes burst open wide, and this time, he did snort.

“Wait, wait!”

Stede gasped dramatically. “The great Blackbeard, incapable of handling the very torment he dishes out!”

Ed felt heat rush to his face and quickly turned it to the side to hide in the cushions, muffling his laughter along the way. Stede lightened his touch, quickening the scribble of his fingers, and Ed cried out in laughter, kicking his feet wildly. Stede laughed along with him.

“Aw, don’t hide from me, Ed!”

Ed tried to bury his face deeper into the cushions, and Stede made another sad little sound. And then Ed yipped as a stream of cool air blew across his neck and ear. He did a full-body squirm (well, as well as he could with being pinned down like this) and jerked his head to that side, unfortunately also exposing his face to Stede.

“There, was that so hard? Would you mind keeping it there, for me?”

God, Ed would do just about anything for him, even if Stede didn’t know it. And unfortunately, that also meant leaving his scrunched up, ruddy face in full view just because Stede asked. Well, actually… he just said keep it there, he didn’t say anything about hiding it in a different way, did he? And so Ed struggled against his own instincts to bring his hands up and cover his face, careful not to move it away, just like Stede asked.

Stede laughed again. “Oh, you cheeky little–”

The hand crawling towards Ed’s stomach thankfully lifted away, giving him a moment’s mercy before it slithered up under his arm, scratching relentlessly at his armpit. Stede’s other hand moved down in the same motion, tickling against the small of his back, bare and exposed from his shirt riding up, and practically making Ed spasm.

“Shit!” He cackled, bringing one arm down for defense (though it was futile, since Stede was already in there, and oh god, get out, that’s so fucking bad) and tossing his head back with his laughter. “Fuck!”

“You know, Ed,” Stede said conversationally, driving Ed up the wall because this was not the moment for casual conversation, thank you very much. “If I’m cute while being tickled, then you are downright adorable.”

Ed groaned through his laughter, wishing he had a better method of hiding his face than just ducking behind his one free hand. Really, Blackbeard was adorable? With his wrinkly, crinkly eyes and his splotchy, ruddy cheeks and his raspy, out of practice laughter? Please.

“I mean it! Look at you, your face all sunny, your laughter all bright. And Ed, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you blush before!”

Ed decided enough was enough, and he needed Stede to stop talking before he exploded. So he reached his free hand down and started squeezing at the thigh and knee Stede had pressed against his stomach to hold him still. Stede squawked and squealed, practically collapsing on top of Ed as he broke back down into laughter, stopping his own tickling to bring his hands over and try to push Ed away.

“Who’s adorable now, huh?”

Stede shrieked as Ed’s fingers scribbled at his kneecap. “Still you!”

And then Stede’s fingers plunged into Ed’s belly, and Ed was done for. It was Ed’s turn to shriek and squeal, the sounds jagged from disuse, as he shoved futilely at Stede’s hands. Ed had almost forgot how ticklish he was there, it had been so long, and while it was unbearable and made his nerves tremble to his very core, it was invigorating. As tears sprung to Ed’s eyes, he wondered if this was how Stede had felt when Ed had been torturing his knees. If so, he could see why Stede had gotten so desperate. Ed felt like he couldn’t take another second of it, even if he wanted it to go on forever.

“Stede, please!”

Stede laughed along with his frantic howling, slipping a finger into Ed’s belly button and making him thrash. Ed scrabbled uselessly at Stede’s arms, wheezing and wailing and having the time of his life, but truly, he only had so much stamina.

“Do you agree that you’re adorable?”

Oh, fuck no. Ed had plenty of stamina. He was fine. Ed shook his head.

Stede hummed. “Have you ever heard of a raspberry? Not the fruit kind.”

A memory sparked in the back of Ed’s mind, his mother’s lips pressed against his stomach and sending him screaming with laughter. His eyes popped open wide and Stede chuckled at his reaction. Ed frantically tried to roll over onto his stomach to no avail.

“Edward,” Stede practically sang. “All you have to do is say it!”

Ed relented. “I’m fuckin’ adorable, Stede come on!”

Stede’s hands immediately left his skin. Moments later, Stede’s body lifted from his entirely, and though Ed mourned the loss of weight and heat and Stede, he was all too happy to curl up into a ball to protect his most sensitive spot. He heard Stede let out a humming little snicker as he reached out to readjust Ed’s shirt to cover most of his torso again, before Stede settled down on the ground next to the sofa.

“I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Ed scoffed. “Are you kidding? That was a fuckin’ blast, mate.”

Stede beamed at him.

“Next time, though? I get to win.”

Stede tossed his head back with a laugh. “Oh we’ll have to see, won’t we? I have a new mission now, after all.”

Ed lifted his head up, peering at Stede. “And what’s that?”

“Well, I may have gotten you to admit that you’re adorable, but the next step is to make you really believe it.”

Ed groaned and ducked his face away again. He wasn’t use to feeling so shy, and the stupid butterflies in his belly were far too ticklish after what he just went through.

“Well,” Ed said, voice slightly muffled in his little ball of protection, “Maybe I’ll just have to do the same to you.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”Ed couldn’t help but laugh, despite how sore his abs felt. The man was fuckin’ mental. God, he loved it.

[canayams-art]

i also feel like the animation this season is different, more crisps or something, because it looks even better than season 1 already gorgeous one. fengqing taking hold of me again was unexpected, but im dealing with the onslaught of emotions! i think it's just been too long since ive seen them in new scenes :"))

LQQ IS THE MVP OF THE DONGHUA AT THIS POINT! i looooove his design so much, more than the manhua one personally, and every scene he was in was soo good, i would have hard time choosing the one favorite as well. i think lqq debut this season was absolutely on point, and honestly i love watching him on my screen. he's so precious and when i tell you every scenes he's in makes me love him more and more im not kidding.

KEJEJJRJRJ FY AND LQQ INTERACTION WOULD HAVE BEEN SOO GOOD! especially considering mq is much more open as fu yao and being touched by lqq's sincerity and concern for mq would be right there on his face. (dw they make me cry as well🥹) i think i would also like to explore lqq's reaction to qi rong insulting mq, or maybe even their interactions during the aftermath of the tong'lu. mq being canonically good with children and helping lqq with guzi would be soo cute 🥰🥺 their potential for a strong and genuine companionship has me squealing as i write this, no lie

im so with you on your view of quirong!! it's definitely not a ship for me, even if i do tend to give every ship i come across a chance. although i think a fandom as well plays a role in my dislike, the overall impression of the ship didn't really give me the right vibe to like it either. im not above liking a pretty fanart for them when i come across it, but overall i just don't care about them. however it is always nice when you come across someone who also isn't a fan of the popular ship, makes you feel less crazy for not liking them 😭

mhmm if only more people thought like that, the discourses in the fandom would not exist :") it's so silly thinking everyone would have the same taste about fiction and media they watch and choose to interact with, and if that were to be the case the fandoms would be such a dull place to be. everyday i feel like the fandoms have went from a fun place to find like-minded people who enjoy things you do and with whom you can gush over your silly little blorbos, to this draining chore where you're constantly afraid someone will be on your throat for whatever reason if you dare say something about any character whether you like them or don't. it's honestly becoming exhausting but that's exactly why curating your own fandom experience and environment is important to have fun.

im personally ready to drop a fic if i see a trope i don't like or interpretation i don't agree with, even if i was already invested into the story prior. im willing to look past the characterization issue when the fics are clearly meant to be crack, but otherwise it really is very important to me that characters be the closest to canon as possible, especially in canon universe. modern aus are tricky, but honestly with enough lore throw in to explain it, i can swallow slight mischaracterization. anything fanon related tho, yeah im dipping so fast 😭 gods i sure sound pretentious and nitpicky about this but it's true, i learned the hard way that the only way to enjoy a fandoms is to set standards for what you like and not and not really care about others opinions, it's so much more enjoyable and you will eventually find the like-minded people who will support your delusions

side characters are gold mine when it comes to fics and general fandom experience, and from what ive noticed, the less popular the better 😭😭 sure you will probably have to make your own fan work but it's soo worth it at the end of the day! also less discourses so it's definitely a win. i also feel like the side characters/pairings usually have more interesting concepts when it comes to fics/art 🤔 this is not the case in every fandom but from my experiences, fics and art about side characters somehow feel more satisfying? idk to me it always comes across how people make a thing without it being cut out and served for them by already established canon, so to me it always feels more enjoyable to interact with such works

FIRST TIME DRAWING SQX?!?!?!!! IM ALMOST TEMPTED NOT TO BELIEVE IT! SQX IS SO GORGEOUS IN YOU ARTSTYLE AND IM DEFINITELY LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING THEM AGAIN AT SOME POINT IF YOU DECIDE TO DRAW THEM AGAIN! im also not so subtly stalking you account for any lqq rarepait you decide to grace us with 👀👀

I’m so sad we have to wait a little longer for the next episode to come out,,,,, I need to see fengqing more 😭 Also!!! Lqq really is the heart and soul of the season so far!!! I guess that makes sense considering we’re right in the middle of his arc but he really is such a joy to see in every scene— they really made him so baby and if last episode is anything to go by they’re about to make him so anguished (affectionate). I love this boy so much.

Also every time we bring up more and more different qianqing scenarios, I can’t help feeling that they’re actually so surprisingly complimentary to each other. Now I’m actually just disappointed that mxtx never really explored their dynamic. Lqq would’ve been a perfect ally in mq’s hardships and mq would’ve been a such an asset to have in the search for qr and the management of Guzi’s care (not sure if mq would be nurturing but he’d definitely come through with a lot of “Why aren’t you [insert form of care here] ?”). They could’ve benefited from being closer.

I think there’s something novel about side characters and rarepairs that makes them (personally) so appealing. We don’t see so much about them so we want to know more and from that want comes so much unique and interesting exploration. I just read an entire story about a pair of main guys— I wanna know more about the people who were a part of their story. It’s about the fun of redirecting the spotlight 🥹

(Also I think in a way everyone is a little pretentious with their personal preferences for what they enjoy and how they enjoy it. If the writing or the art isn’t doing anything for you or it loses you along the way then that’s just part of the subjective experience of the arts! It’s okay to admit to being picky or selective.)

Anyway—! As a lqq art peddler I am happy to keep peddling more lqq art in the future. Might even start drawing more donghua lqq (manhua lqq is very special to me but donghua lqq has charmed me so much 😭). I really gotta get back into the frenzied rate at which I used to draw him— now with a couple extra boyfriends LMAO.

[eunchancorner]

Honestly Genocide is my favorite character now :)) I loved the Erasermic family thing! I hope you’re having a great start to your week. For this one I was thinking that you could pick whatever ship (romantic or platonic) you wanna use for it (: Maybe Person A gets caught doing something really cute/ out of character and it Person B wants to help them feel less embarrassed. Ex: caught playing with stuffed animals or having a solo dance party or whatever. Lysm! -Olive

I’m gonna use this as an opportunity to say I think Ojiro watches a lot of Hamilton like me and loves singing along but he’s super embarrassed about it, and I had to spin a wheel to see who’d find out.

  Ler Izuku, Lee Ojiro

Warning: none lol

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”Let me tell you what I wish I’d known, when I was young and dreamed of glory. You have no control, who lives, who dies, who tells your story…”

Izuku followed the music through the halls, listening closely to the voice he couldn’t recognize singing along. He had heard the same kind of music for a few days now, always from the same part of the dorms, and today he was finally going to find out who was the huge, apparent Hamilton fan.

”Who lives, who dies, who tells your story…”

He snuck around, for fear of his singing friend hearing him, being careful to be as quiet as possible, which also helped him try to determine who’s voice he was hearing. Though it was still difficult as he approached the door slowly.

“Every other founding father’s story gets told, every other founding father gets to grow old…”

He came up to the knob, starting to recognize the voice a bit better, slowly he turned it as he heard the music grow, his brain starting to register where he was as he opened the door, his eyes widening as he saw who was singing, just as a slow, sweet ”Eliza….” rang out in the room.

“I put myself back in the narrative,” Ojiro sang out, small tears of emotion in his eyes, fully immersed in his imaginary role, not noticing the greenette.

“I stop wasting time on tears, I live another fifty years, it’s not enough…”

”Eliza…” Izuku mouthed with the song.

“I interview every soldier that fought by your side…”

”She tells our story…”

“I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings, you really do write like you’re running out of ti- IZUKU!!” he screeched as he noticed the greenette, quickly wiping the budding tears from his eyes as he went to pause the music.

“W-wait Ojiro, that was amazing!” Deku quickly assured him, the compliment causing Ojiro to stop in his tracks. He noticed the small blush on his face. He could tell compliments still embarrassed the heck out of him.

“Y-you really think so…?” the tailed blonde asked nervously.

“Yea, of course I do, you’re an awesome singer!”

“Heh, that might have just been my voice blending with the singer’s…”

“Even so, it was still really cool how you know the song well enough to time it perfectly!”

“I-it’s not like it’s some sort of video game challenge…”

“Still! Now I kinda wanna hear you sing, just you, without any music.”

This got Ojiro to cover his face with his hands, his tail thumping on the ground. The compliments made him so happy but so flustered and he just couldn’t bring himself to let Izuku see his blushing face.

Izuku smiled a little at him, before poking him in the side, meaning to get his attention and flinching when Ojiro squealed and his arm shot down to his side. It took him a couple of seconds to register what he just saw.

“Ojiro, are you…”

“No!!”

“Are you ticklish?”

“NO!!”

“Aww, you don’t have to lie, Oji! It’s ok, most of us are, and something tells me you have a cute tickle laugh~” Deku cooed, giggling slightly as he saw the signs of a wobbly smile forming under Ojiro’s hands. He raised his hands and curled them into claws just as Ojiro dared to peek at him, earning a nervous squeal that the greenette thought was adorable. He noticed how his tail floof poofed up, and it gave him an idea.

He suddenly pounced on the nervous blonde, earning a sudden excited squeal. He quickly straddled him and pulled the hands away from Oji’s face, silently admiring the quickly growing blush, the wobbly smile, the wide, bright eyes. He could also hear Ojiro’s tail thumping quietly behind him, which only fueled his theory.

“Alright, Ojiro, we’re gonna play a game!” the announced, smiling widely down at the pinned boy.

“W-whaht game…?” he mumbled, a short giggle escaping him.

“We’re gonna see where your tail wants me to tickle you!”

“Wh-wh-what- EE!” he squeaked as Midoriya’s hands curled into claws and hovered over his body, the thumping growing louder and faster.

“Ooo, I think this might work! Hmm… let’s see, does your tail want me to tickle… your sides?” the greenette teased, wiggling his hands over Ojiro’s sides and smirking as the thudding sped up again.

“Hmm… or maybe your ribs?”

Thump thump thump thump

“Ooo, or, maybe your hips…”

Thumpthumpthumpthump!!

“Or maybe your little tummy tum tum?”

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP

“Oh, your tail really likes that idea! What do you think, Oji? Should I tickle your little tummy?” Izuku teased, his hands hovering dangerously close to said spot. Ojiro giggled and covered his face, trying desperately to still his tail.

“Hmmm… let’s see…” suddenly hands were digging into Ojiro’s belly, fingers kneading and squishing the soft skin there, causing the blonde to buck and squirm, laughter flowing from him in waves as his tail wagged violently.

“NAhahahaha nahat thehehere!! Nahat my behehelly!” he pleaded, pushing at Izuku’s hands half-heartedly.

“Oh yes, your belly, your tickle-tickle-ticklish little belly! And… hmmm” he smirked as he got an idea from the music that still played in the background, a more upbeat song after the playlist had looped. 

“I am not throwing away my, shot! I am not throwing away my, shot!” he belted out along with the phone in the background.

“Whahat are youhu dohohohoing?!”

“Sing with me, Oji! I’ma get a scholarship to King’s College! I probably shouldn’t brag but dag, I amaze and astonish! Come on!!”

“Nohohoho plehehease!! I cahahan’t! Tohohoo ehebarrassihihihing!”

“Then I guess I'll just have to tickle you until you do!” he said, squishing at the small bit of pudge just under his belly button, causing him to squeal.

“EEEHEhehehehe okahahay! Ihi’ll do ihihihit!” he gave in, giggling as the tickling stopped and the phantom sensations danced across his belly, Izuku’s singing causing him to giggle louder.

“Only nineteen but my mind is older!”

“Every word and every disadvantage I’ve learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish, I walk these streets famished!” Ojiro began to sing along with him, their voices creating a beautiful duet.

Together they sang the rest of the song, Izuku collapsing onto Ojiro at the end in a giggling fit.

“Ohoho, and one more thing, Ojiro.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be embarrassed by the pure quality that is your singing!”

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That went a little off track but I think I fixed it! Also Ojiro’s fave song is Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story prove me wrong

[klairawaira]

You Could've Just Asked

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Fandom ; Genshin Impact

Characters ; Evi, lee!Amalia (OC fic)

Genre ; Fluff

Ship(s) ; None, All Platonic

Summary ; Amalia was in quite the mood to provoke her best friend.

Note(s) ; Very special surprise for Christyn!!! (@tea-twords) I absolutely adore our brainrotting sessions for our OCs, and I definitely enjoyed writing this fic!!!

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Fic under the cut

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Amalia grew bored with every passing second of the day. She didn't know what to do as she was in her room with her best friend, Evi.

As Evi was reading a book, Amalia would walk over, patting her friend's head in the process. Evi would smile, turning her head to look at Amalia.

"What's got you in your silly mood?" She'd chuckle when Amalia would deny it.

"What do you mean, Evi? I always do that."

"You only do that when you want something," She'd joke around. "I can tell when you're lying, Amalia."

Amalia pouted, realizing that Evi saw right through her. She'd have to make up a plan on the spot. So, that's exactly what she did.

"Not true! You're so mean!"

Amalia would poke gently at Evi's side, causing the girl to jump slightly. Evi soon realized what Amalia wanted right now, chuckling with a smirk on her face.

"Oh? Is that so~? Well then, c'mere!" She'd smile innocently for her facade and grabbing Amalia's wrists. As soon as she latched onto the latter, she'd pin Amalia down onto the ground, straddling her thighs.

Amalia's eyes widened slightly, trying to wiggle out of the position she was in. Giggling nervously, she'd bed Evi to let her go.

"E-Evi! C-C'mon! Have meheherc- A-Ack! Nohohohohoo!"

Evi chuckled softly at Amalia's reaction, gently scribbling her fingers at the latter's sides.

"Amaliiiiaaaa~ If you wanted me to tickle you, you could've just asked, y'know~!"

Amalia squirmed lightly as she giggled. Playfully, she'd swat at Evi's hands.

"Nohohohohohoooo! Ehehehehevihihihii! P-Plehehehahahase! I-Ihihihit tihihihihihicklehehes! Stohohohohohop!"

"Really? Gosh, I didn't know that~!"

Amalia giggled louder as her pleas fell on deaf ears. Seeing the opportunity of Amalia's vulnerability, Evi would very slowly crawl her fingers up to Amalia's armpits, causing shrieks from the other girl.

"A-Ack! NOHOHOHOhohoho! EheheheHEHEVIHIHIHII! S-STOHOHOHOHOP! N-Nohohot THEHEHEHEREEEE!"

Evi smiled warmly, teasing a bit more to further embarrass her best friend. "Awww~ Already? Well then, what's the magic wordddd~?"

Amalia squealed as she finally gave in, unable to handle much longer.

"P-PlehehehaHAHAHASE!" At the very moment Amalia spoke, Evi would let up from her antics, smiling sweetly, as she helped the girl up.

"Are you okay, Amalia? Did I go too far?" Evi would ask, concerned about the girl's well-being.

"Nohoho-No...I-I'm ohoho-okay..." Amalia spoke through her giggly breaths, wiping any extra tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Alrighty. C'mon, let's go now. You need rest after all of that!" Evi smiled lovingly, walking her best friend back to the room.

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