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makigorogoro · 9 months

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disorganized thoughts on fionna and cake eps 5 and 6

(Spoilers!!)

ok ive only seen the eps once each and im going off of memory so a lot of this is probably gonna be paraphrased and mixed up but whatever . also this post is really fucking long lol sorry

-OK FIRST OFF THESE WERE SO GOOD RAAAAAH

-obviously we are in the farmworld, not surprised but very happy!!!

-also not very surprised fionna and cake immediately went along with simon’s plan

-the whole time they were talking about where to find a crown i was like lol. simon don’t look behind you

-cake bringing fionna a dead rat was really funny

-the versucci gag or whatever was also really good

-but what made me die was fionna talking abt how she’s played a lot of post apocalyptic rpgs and then it pans over to “man who has actually lived through the apocalypse”

-was really cool to see how the farmworld has developed after what happened with ice finn, i think it’s interesting how they’re more technologically advanced since the first time an ice age happened in this world they pretty much reverted to medieval times (does that make sense. you know what i mean)

-i was SO convinced jay was farmworld finn’s little sibling so when he said dad my heart stopped

-the name jay didn’t immediately click until bonnie was revealed to be one of his other kid’s name and i was like HOLY SHIT PUHOY???

-veeeery interesting since assumingely golb destroyed/erased the pillow world

-i guess you could just chalk it up to finn would have named his kids the same thing in any universe?

-but i mean speaking of his kids GOD he got busy with huntress wizard

-i mean it has to be huntress wizard. one of them looks just like human hunter wizard

-sucks that she died though

-simon’s ship of theseus thing was so fucking funny oh my god he’s just like me fr (i started talking about the ship of theseus in one of my assignments a few days ago and i was like. is this too nerdy.)

-i haven’t really talked about farmworld finn yet. a little sad he turned out so cold (pun not intended oops 😭) because of what happened to him when he was younger

-good on him for saying simon was a damn fool or whatever for wanting to put the crown on lol

-i wish they actually had a talk though

-cake saying fionna should kiss him while knowing he’s just an alternate version of her??????? girl

-also farmworld jake still being alive was crazy

-so it did turn out the crown was destroyed in this world, i honestly wasn’t sure since the crown from the main world survived direct contact with a comet lol

-the romeo and juliet style romance going on between finn’s kid and big destiny’s kid was really good

-finn showing up with bartram lmao!!!!!

-dude i love bartram, the bit in finn the human where finn’s mom says that they have to sell the mule and then bartram’s head peaks out from the bed in the corner is unironically one of my favorite jokes in adventure time

-i kinda forgot what happens between here and the end

-so did farmworld finn fucking die????

-idk what happened there i sure hope not

-i really don’t know if we’re going to revisit these worlds in any capacity considering the amount of time left but i hope we do now!! i feel like we need to see what happens lmao

-now for ep 6

-wasn’t really expecting it to open on “fionna world” as they started calling it

-i was wondering how they were gonna balance gumball and marshall yaoi with what’s going on with the main trio

-they did it really well though i think

-i also wasn’t really expecting to be introduced to winter king right away once we got back to the main plot

-he definitely gave me weird vibes right from the start im gonna be honest lol

-blaah i don’t really remember what happens between that and the winter wonder world sequence

-so ill just talk about that. holy fuck

-every review i read before the show came out was really hyping this scene up and i get why now

-was really cool to see the beyond the grotto animation again and the song was so good it’s still stuck in my head

-but the moment the winter king said he overcame the crown with sheer will i was like. um. im calling bs

-i was just thinking however it did happen though i have a bad feeling about! felt really bad for simon and when he said that he sucked i was like. oh no ☹️ dude

-the moment i saw little ice marcy pretty much cemented it for me i was like oh no something fucked up is happening here. tbh i still can’t really figure out what happened with that but given what the winter king said about making an ice betty. uhhhhhhhhhh

-OH YEAH cake once again saying simon and the winter king should kiss . GIRL WHAT ARE YOU ON

-i looooved crazy pb

-i remember when people were saying she was a marcy pb child lmao.

-simon saying that he wanted to “fix her” while the winter king just wanted to kill her was really interesting. im trying to figure out what it means lol. like we know that simon wants to be the ice king again but also now knowing he would want to fix and save someone from that madness…idk

-her song was really good

-her playing those ominous notes on her keyboard made me laugh

-i haven’t really talked about gumball (im not calling him gary im sorry) and marshall. i thought they were really cute!!! could definitely see marcy and pb meeting in a similar way

-the juxtaposition between gumball talking about his creations to fionna fighting the fucked up versions of them was really cool

-i hope gumball doesn’t take what the lemoncarbs said to heart . they’re just like that

-ok so. I was honestly more shocked that fionna kissed (a version of) simon than him disintegrating seconds after lmaooooo

-i have to wonder why he immediately died here when in betty (the episode) he was dying relatively slowly without the crown’s magic

-ive been writing down a bunch of crack theories and the first thing ive gotten right was the winter king transferring his craziness to pb lol lets goooo

-i was thinking that simon might’ve transferred it himself but then i was like nooo he wouldn’t do that….apparently he would do that

-idk despite how he seemed i think the winter king was still a little insane in the membrane.

-maybe the crown was still influencing him in some way? and that’s the message here? idk

-i can’t believe bi fionna is real

-back to gumball and marshall. gumball describing slumber party panic……oh my jod 🥺🥺🥺

-the baby world was so cute

-“and i’ll be cursed the right way” simon do you fucking hear yourself

Ok that’s definitely not all i have to say but this post is long enough lmao ,, god this show is SO GOOD i can’t believe it’s real. ok that’s all

#adventure time #fionna and cake #Fionna and cake spoilers

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sillysnakey · 6 months

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Fuck Buddies!

Why not? Shinogiyuu btw.

Minors do not interact, please.

Idk if this will get taken down.

Last note, I low-key ship Shinogiyuu and I like Sanegiyuu.

Things to watch out for: straps, blowjob on a strap, edging, pet names, anal, degradation, face-sitting, eating out and spanking.

Sub!Giyuu and Dom!Shinobu.

Giyuu was lonely, as he always was. Calling Sabito and Makomo just wasn't cutting it anymore.

Good thing Shinobu was there to help. Sure, she poked fun at him while they both were on a mission, but that's just Kocho's way of saying 'love you, pookie!'

And he got his clapback, too. "There's my favorite roach! How you been?" He jests.

"I've been fine. How's my favorite femboy been? Needy? Painfully horny?" She asked, knowing damn well why he's here.

"Maybe. Mind helping me out with something?" Giyuu slyly asks.

"Sure. Need my strap touching the back of your throat or do you need me relentlessly fucking your tight hole until you can't think anymore?" Shinobu asked, giving the man a choice.

"You think you can do both?"

The words catch Shinobu by surprise, making her recoil.

She soon regains her composure.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Are you ready, Tomioka?" Shinobu asks the man who's on his knees, one hand on the floor, the other resting at her thigh.

He nods, and Shinobu starts guiding his head toward the fake cock.

When it was halfway in, she thrusted inside his mouth, causing him to gag.

Giyuu squeezed a little.

"Sorry, I just love hearing you gag. It's pretty." Shinobu apologized.

Even though Giyuu couldn't speak right now, Shinobu knew that Giyuu accepted the apology.

Giyuu was currently moaning around the toy, taking delight in it getting shoved down his throat.

He was so close, just one more thrust.

"Can't let you hog all the fun, now can we?" Shinobu teased.

"So close~" Giyuu whined, as he reached for his cock. "Please~"

Shinobu grabs his hand. "Nuh uh, puppy. 'Ol Shinobu wants to have some fun too." She says with a sadistic grin spreading over her face.

"Now bend over."

Sure enough, Giyuu obeys and Shinobu lines herself up with his hole. She pushes in until Giyuu starts squirming.

"Come on, you're being so good for me, puppy. Tell you what, I'll let you cum as a treat." Shinobu coos in his ear.

All Giyuu can do is moan uselessly into the pillow.

"You look and sound so pretty like this, you don't need Shinazugawa or anyone else to make you feel like this, only me."

Giyuu clutched the pillow like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He even bit it, as to keep the moans to a minimum.

Shinobu pulled out and flipped him over.

"I wanna hear all of you, you dirty puppy. With the song that you sing for me and only me."

"Please~ let me cum~i need it" Giyuu asked, in between whimpers and broken moans.

"But did I say that you could, you silly slut? That's the only reason you came to me, isn't it? Just to get fucked dumb, huh?"

"N-no..." Giyuu stutters out.

"Don't lie to me. Tell me the truth and I'll give you what you've been wanting for a while now."

"F-fine! Yes, the only reason I came to you was to get off-f."

"You hurt my feelings, you dumb pup. Too bad I knew this would happen." Shinobu says, feelings not really hurt. She just wanted to tease the man.

Giyuu knew what would happen next.

She took hold of his cock and started stroking, but slowly.

So slowly that he attempted to overtake her hand and set a faster pace.

"Aww, needy slutty puppy can't take a bit of edging? Need me to speed up?"

Giyuu nods, and Shinobu has this to say.

"At least I can cum without interference."

She brings Giyuu to the edge of cumming and... she stops.

More like she pulls off of him.

"It hurts-!" Giyuu whines.

"It aches, huh?"

She plops down into her office chair and starts fingering herself in front of him.

She trusts him enough to not touch himself and finish the job.

As she feels herself about to cum, she catches sight of Giyuu stroking himself.

"Giyuu, you dumb pup. I trusted you~"

"And you can still trust me, I'm carrying on your work~"

Shinobu cums, and she moans into the back of her hand.

She gathers most of the slick and gets back to work with Giyuu.

"All I want for you to do is apologize. Say sorry for hurting my feelings. Can't you do that, puppy?"

Giyuu mulls it over.

"I'm so so sorry~ I shouldn't have done that."

With that, Shinobu speeds up, finally going the required speed for Giyuu to even think about finishing.

"Thank you~ so much. You're so good to me~"

Giyuu lets out a warning moan, which Shinobu takes as a challenge, and speeds up a little more.

His load spills out of his cock and onto her hand.

Shinobu waits for Giyuu to catch his breath.

"Lay down."

"W-what? Why?"

"It's my repayment for having my feelings hurt."

So he lays down only to get a face full of butterfly.

Her pussy is right over his mouth.

"Lick, no biting. If I feel teeth, that's 1 lick."

So he licked, sucked and nibbled. All the way through her climax.

Shinobu pulled away from Giyuu, admiring her work.

"15. Think you can count?"

"Yes, I can."

Her strikes were hard, harder than usual.

It stung deliciously in Giyuu's opinion.

He was almost there on the 15th smack on his ass.

"I know how much you love being spanked, you little whore. So I added 10, just for you.♡"

"Mmh-"

"Want more? Is this the repayment you want?"

Giyuu nodded.

She gave a hard strike making Giyuu's ass recoil also making him moan.

She did it again, this time making his cock twitch.

The next strike was the nail in the coffin. It was harder than the others. It caused Giyuu to moan louder than he normally does and rut up into her thigh.

"S-shit Kocho. You're gonna be the death of me one d-day~!" He came as he uttered the last word in the sentence.

"Same to you, pookie bear."

#Nsft #strap #Giyuu gets lonely down in his mansion #agora hills #i'm proud of myself #And of you #keep pushing #you'll get there #shinobu kocho #giyuu tomioka #Possibly cringe #heterosexual #18+ content

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ponds-of-ink · 2 years

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Tired Mumblings - A Quick William and Mrs. Afton thing I couldn’t get out of my head

Consider this a trashpost and a…ship fuel fic, I guess. Thinking this is around the late ‘70s when Fredbear’s is more of a television show in testing, but idk. Is this actual canon-compliant? Probably not. Is this canon-compliant for my interpretation of these two? Probably.

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It was a brisk night in the newly-furnished Afton home. Both William and his wife, worn out from their daily work routines, now wearily rested on the couch. “Would you remind me to take the animatronic vests to the dry cleaners tomorrow?” William asked, glancing down at the woman snuggled next to him. “I was going to do it today, but then we had to do a last minute character performance. It’s a miracle the torso springs haven’t clamped us yet.”

“Yes,” Mrs. Afton muttered sleepily. “A wonderful miracle…”

William blinked. He mulled over the words, but shrugged them off. “I suppose I could write myself a reminder instead,” he said casually. “You sound like you’re about to drift off.”

Mrs, Afton moved closer to him. “It helps that I have a good pillow,” she replied, a few warm chuckles following after.

“‘A good pillow?’” William echoed as he readjusted his position. He looked at the rest of the couch. No, the other pillows were too far away. Well, too far away for two tired people to mess with. He glanced back down at his wife. The only thing she was lying on was him, currently speaking. Which meant he was her pillow.

Which also implied…

William’s rosy face burned scarlet. “Are we talking about a fluffed-up pillow or a flat one?” he sputtered, trying to keep himself calm as he processed his thoughts.

Mrs. Afton half-opened her eyes. “When is a flat pillow ever good?” she asked groggily. “It just makes your neck hurt.”

William slumped as he heaved a sigh. “Justine, answer me honestly,” he grumbled. “Do you like me being your pillow?”

Justine looked at him. “Yes…” she said slowly. “But how did you—?” She stopped herself. Her eyes lowered slightly. “Oh dear,” she resumed with an equally sheepish tone. “Did I say that out loud?”

Both fell silent, but William answered with some sort of “so-so” gesture.

Justine scoffed in self-disappointment and lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Willy,” she muttered. “Sometimes my mouth runs more than my mind when I’m about to fall asleep— Especially on nights like this. A strange habit, I know.”

“So, you’re a half-sleep talker?”

“If giving that name helps you understand, then yes.”

William nodded in satisfaction. “I’ll chalk this whole pillow thing up to a misunderstanding, then,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “For a moment, I thought you were implying that you likes using my stomach as a pillow— Which is not a bad thing, let me be clear. It’s just a bit…” He paused, biting his lip. “…Odd, I guess you could say. Springbonnie getting this remark would be more understandable, given his fur on top of the… ‘bulk’. I, however, don’t have that advantage. I’m just…” His voice trailed as his eyes darted. His free hand now habitually tapped his stomach.

Justine glanced at the hand, then scowled. “Let folks call me odd all they want,” she huffed, settling back into her snuggling position. “You’re a good pillow and that’s that. Sleep-talk or not, I was being honest.”

“Thank you for your honesty, I suppose,” William responded, his posture returning to a more relaxed state. “Though would it be too much to ask if you think I’m a good-looking pillow?” He then snickered to himself, almost mimicking the chuckle he’d give to Spring-Bonnie sometimes.

It was now Justine’s turn to blush beet red and grumble. “I wrote that compliment in that Valentine’s Day script for a reason,” she admitted, staring at him straight in the eyes.

William’s eyebrows raised. “So the ‘cute pear wearing a swimsuit’ bit wasn’t just an inside joke,” he remarked, his voice quivering. “Y-You really did think…“ He covered his face with his one free hand. A fit of Spring-Bonnie-like giggling followed.

His wife chuckled with him until they both quieted down. “It took me a couple of years and one silly sleep-talk to finally admit this,” she said warmly, “but I’m very glad that I did. It was getting annoying, having to sit back and watch you think that we’re still not ‘compatible’ even though we’re already married. Now that I’ve said my share, maybe you’ll be a little less harsh on yourself.”

William was about to give an answer, but the grandfather clock interrupted by chiming the hour. “It’s practically seven,” he said, looking in the direction of the time-teller. He then glanced back at Justine. “I think we can spend a few more minutes cuddling,” he smiled as he got into a more comfortable position. “Unless, of course, we need to change into our nightly clothes first.”

“We can go change,” Justine sighed melodramatically as she prayed herself off her ‘snuggle buddy’. “But now I’m really wanting to see you in that velvet robe you bought last week. I wonder if it’s as plush as the magazine says it is.”

“Even if it isn’t, at least I’m already quite plush on my own,” William chuckled as he patted his stomach. This clever little quip was met with a pillow to the shoulder as Justine got up and walked off.

#william afton #mrs afton #trashpost #fanfic #i guess #fnaf fluff #I hope #idk dude #im tired #also y’all can thank a couple of people i’ve seen who’s made this pillow/good for hugs remarks for this #some of y’all might know who you are idk #and I thank y’all #because it just feels in-character for my silly little Mrs afton #anyway goodnight

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ticklishfiend · 3 years

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Princess (My Hero Academia)

Ships : Lee!Jirou/Ler!Momo

A/N : OKAY!! ITS FINALLY UP!! i’m sorry it took so long lol tumblr was being a lesbophobic hoe 🙄‼️ anyways if it’s still messed up idk what to tell u LMAO i tried 😩 but tysm anons for the prompts!! i love this ship with my whole heart lol <33

Summary : Jirou is desperate for Momo’s attention, and once she finally gets it, she’s not sure if she loves it or hates it (jk they both know the answer to that lol)

Word Count : 1621 (sorry it’s so short!!)

REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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“Momoooo,” Jirou whined, flopping herself down on the pillows next to her girlfriend, who seemed to be lost in a book instead of paying attention to her girlfriend in need. When Momo didn’t respond to her whines, only smirking slightly at the girl’s fussing, Jirou groaned, flipping her body over and dramatically stuffing her face into her pillow.

“Momoo, pleeease,” her gripes were muffled into the fabric of the pretty pink pillowcase, but Momo heard it nonetheless, sighing as she closed her book to finally peer at her girlfriend, who was honestly still mid-tantrum.

“Please what, princess?” Momo smiled as she heard Jirou gasp at the pet name, the violet haired teen whipping her head up to glare at her girlfriend (though the blush on her cheeks did little to intimidate the girl). Momo grinned. “I know you like being called that, stop pretending.”

“Attention?” the raven-haired girl finished for her, finally sitting her book down on her nightstand much to Jirou’s pleasure. Momo opened up the arm closest to Jirou, inviting her into her space. “Y’know, you shouldn’t whine to get what you want.”

Jirou beamed at the invitation, quickly snuggling herself into her girlfriend’s loving warmth before she could change her mind. “I knowww, but I just really wanted you right now,” Jirou sighed in content as they adjusted their positions for comfort. Momo prompted to lay them both down with their heads against the pillows, Jirou facing Momo’s body with the raven haired girl’s face to snuggle into Jirou’s neck. Momo’s arms were wrapped protectively around Jirou’s waist, pulling her in as close as she could go as if to claim her even with no one around.

Jirou sighed happily as Momo pressed a light kiss to her jaw, the musical teen even subtly stretching her neck out a little further to invite the girl into the vulnerable and sensitive space. Momo just smiled, kissing up the girl’s jaw, her lips travelling closer and closer to Jirou’s ears with every loving peck. Momo didn’t miss the pretty little goosebumps that appeared on the girl’s pale expanse of skin, Jirou even shuddering slightly when Momo would press her lips to particularly sensitive areas along her neck.

“I know it’s kinda weird but...god, I love your neck,” Momo sighed, going in to kiss at the neck with more purpose now that her love for it was out in the open (as if Jirou didn’t know already). Jirou couldn’t help the way her shoulders slowly scrunched upwards instinctually, the corners of her mouth curving up into a bared teeth smile. Momo just pressed forth despite the scrunching, even nuzzling her nose into the skin causing jirou to just barely gasp. “No no no, don’t try hiding it from me now.”

“But it tickles!” Jirou whined, squirming in her girlfriend’s hold as if annoyed by the situation (which they both knew couldn’t be farther from the truth, Jirou was a sucker for almost all kinds of Momo’s attention, and her girlfriend knew it all too well).

Momo just chuckled, nibbling into her neck playfully, eliciting little squeals from the girl pressed closely into her chest. “Oh c’mon, I know you love this,” Momo muffled into the girls neck before continuing her ticklish nibbles, even travelling up far enough to nibble at the space where her earlobes met her earphone jacks. Jirou broke into a crumble of high-pitched giggles and squeaks, her legs kicking softly at the sheets. “Aww, look at you baby, you’re so ticklish~”

“Quhuhit!” Jirou fussed, her hands coming up to push at bat at Momo’s chest area right under her neck, but purposefully not hard enough to truly push the girl away.

While continuing her little feast on the girl’s sensitive neck, Momo started pinching playfully along Jirou’s side. Jirou squealed, curling up into herself as much as she could in their cuddled position, her squirming kicking up a notch as Momo’s fingers curled around towards her ticklish back.

“AHAH! Momohoho! Plehe-HEHEASE!” Jirou screamed when she felt Momo’s fingers slip traitorously underneath the fabric of her shirt. Jirou’s hands took to clutching desperately at the front of Momo’s sweater, laughing gleefully and freely as her girlfriend continued to tickle her silly.

“Please what?” Momo teased with a smile, delighted when she got no further protests from the girl. She couldn't get enough of Jirou’s giggles and squeaks, almost wishing she herself had Jirou’s quirk just so she could hear those beautiful sounds with a heightened sensitivity. No matter, though. She could get easily more giggles out of her little princess with ease. “Hold on, I wanna try something.”

Momo ceased her tickling momentarily to adjust her position. Jirou breathed heavily underneath her with a bright smile on her face, trace giggles still slipping without her meaning to let them. Momo took to straddling the girl, gently taking her hands and placing them under knees with no protests. She looked up to her girlfriend’s face, more than pleased to find the girl had taken to blushing furiously, her eyes averting away from Momo’s as to not embarrass herself even further. “Goodness, you’re adorable,” Momo sighed with a smile, delighted when she saw a wobbly smile creep onto her girl’s face. Momo let her fingers slip teasingly underneath Jirou’s shirt, the girl gasping, her tummy jolting slightly at the sudden sensation. “The safeword is ‘grapefruit,’ okay, princess?” Momo tilted her head, smiling when she received a quick nod from her girlfriend pinned beneath her happily. “I know you like to protest, so I thought it’d be a good idea,” Momo hummed before finally, finally, lightly scribbling her nails all around Jirou’s quivering tummy.

Jirou melted into her giggles, succumbing to the goofy sensations and allowing herself to just feel good, despite how torturously on fire all of her nerves were at the moment. Momo’s fingers tickled at the underside of the girl’s sides, a spot she knew would get Jirou pleading in no time.

“Ohohoho nohoho! Wahahahit! Momohoho!” Jirou’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she barely kicked behind Momo, her hands clenching tightly under her girlfriend’s knees. Momo kept one hand on the girl’s sensitive side, her other travelling towards Jirou’s belly button. She circled around the navel teasingly, beaming at the panicked look on Jirou’s blushed face. “Nononono! Nohot thehere! It’s sohohoho bad thehere!” Jirou pleaded, her belly bouncing through her giggles.

“Aww, you too sensitive, princess? Too ticklish to take it?” Momo teased, dipping her finger into the little button and swirling it around. Jirou squealed loudly, arching her back at the sensations before flopping back down on the bed, squirming around vigorously and pleading all the while. Momo took note of how their safeword had yet to be uttered. “I’m barely touching you, sweetheart. Are you suuuure it tickles that bad?”

“YEHEHES! IT DOHOHOES! PLEHEHEASE!” Jirou begged, screaming when she felt a mischievous thumb dig and massage circles into the sides of her tummy. “NAHAHA! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT! PLEHEHEHASE, MOMOHOHO!”

“Whatsa matter, baby? Is your tummy ticklish? Your tummy a really bad spot?” Momo loved teasing her girl like this, she absolutely adored the blush it would paint all over Jirou’s cute little face. She loved the way it made her squirm around, made her plead even though they both knew she loved every last ounce of it.

“NAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAN’T!” Jirou babbled, throwing her head back against the pillows in ticklish mirth. Momo chuckled before finally taking it easy on her baby, slowing her hands down to trace evil little shapes into the girls sensitive sides. Jirou wiggled and squirmed, still giggling helplessly from the sensations.

“Ehehehe! Momohoho!” Jirou squeezed her eyes shut tight during her giggles, like she was trying to shield her vision from the teasing smirk Momo wore every time she tickled her to pieces. “Thihis tickles wohohohorse!”

“Aw, does it really?” Momo cooed genuinely, not even trying to tease this time around. She was just in serious awe of how adorable her girlfriend could be without even trying. She finally slowed her hands down completely, taking her knees off of the girl’s hands. She rubbed soothingly along Jirou’s bare tummy, the girl still twitching every now and then at the fact her most ticklish spot was still being touched. Jirou placed her hands on top of Momo’s thighs, finally looking up into Momo’s eyes with the utmost love plastered all over her face.

“I love you,” Jirou breathed, giving Momo’s thigh a loving squeeze. Momo felt like she could melt, right here, right now, in this exact moment, and she would be perfect with that. Momo continued her soothing rub along one of Jirous sides, moving her other hand up to squeeze onto Jirou’s hand lovingly.

“I love you too, princess,” Momo smiled at the little flustered falter Jirou’s eyebrows gave at the nickname. “So, so much.”

Momo leaned down to cup Jirou’s face with her hand, kissing her softly but with purpose. They kissed for a while, before finally pulling away and snuggling back into one another.

“Thank you,” Jirou muffled into Momo’s chest, curling up into the girl’s warmth. Momo just chuckled, petting at the girl’s head just the way she knew she loved it.

“Of course, love,” Momo kissed the top of her head as they both began dozing off into the most comfortable and warm sleep they’d had in a while.

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A/N : sorry this was so short!! i didn't expect it to take this long to fucking upload so i didn't work rlly hard on it LMAOO but i hope u enjoyed nonetheless haha, much love!! <33

#tickling #my fic #tickle community #tickle fic #my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #momojirou #momojiro #momo yaoyorozu #jirou kyouka #kyoka jiro #wlw #anime tickle #anime tickles #anime tickling #mha tickles #mha tickling

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solohux · 3 years

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Hi!!! I was just wondering what you think about Kylo being pregnant during TFA? Just a month or two along so he's not showing, and, thus, no one knows (aside from his mate, Hux. Obviously😁) So, Kylo gets shot by Chewie and starts freaking out a little bc he doesn't know if his baby(babies? IDK, I love kylux twins-triplets) survived or not. He goes after Chewie but runs into Finn and Rey. They fight, plot continues as normal. Kylo's one regret as he lays dieing in the snow is that he couldn't give Hux the family he wanted. Then, later, Kylo wakes up in the medbay and sees hux sleeping in a visitors chair and has a breakdown because he promised Hux that they wouldn't be like their parents but now they won't even be able to even have kids to love. Hux wakes up to his mate in distress and has to calm him down. He tells Kylo that he didn't loose the baby(babies?) and that everyone in their little family is fine (including Millicent). Happiness and cuddles ensue! Could be ABO, or not; that's just how I think of it. Feel free to write something, don't have to though! I love your blog, you are easily one of the best Kylux blogs out there!! Thank you!!

That's so kind of you to say, darling! Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy this little fic!

The last thing Kylo remembers is the chilling feeling of regret consuming him. Colder than the freezing snow underneath him, icy tendrils of sodden misery wrap around every nerve in his body and squeeze to make him gasp in between the omega’s desperate sobs. Using one arm as a pillow to give some protection against the cold ground beneath him, his other arm is draped around the tiny curve of his belly, his palm flat against it and rubbing. He doesn’t care about the pain caused by the bowcaster shot, pain that is radiating through him like a spreading wildfire, only the damage that it has caused to his unborn child.

He’s failed.

He may have only been two months gone in his pregnancy but the happiness that it brought to him and his mate was beautiful. They had already picked out the colour scheme for the nursery, began discussing names and whether or not they should move planetside to raise their family. Hux had been so happy whilst deep in the planning for their baby’s arrival; it was the happiest that Kylo had ever seen him.

And now, it’s over. Kylo is lost amongst the shadowy trees of the collapsing Starkiller Base, their child killed by a blaster wound and Hux, an alpha widower.

He can see Hux as clear as day in front of him as memories of their final moment together plays like a holofilm in Kylo’s mind, radiant and proud, giving Kylo a deep and longing kiss to the claim mark on his neck just before he left his side to try to find Han Solo’s whereabouts on the base.

“I’m sorry,” Kylo whispers, darkness seeping in. His hand grasps at the ruined robes around his belly just as he begins to fade from consciousness, numb all over.

Just before he passes out, his eyes tell him one final lie and he sees Hux kneeling in front of him, apologising too.

- - - X - - -

The afterlife looks a lot like medbay on the Finalizer. It smells like it too, that familiar and clinical scent of bacta that reminds him of his visits to Snoke’s ship. The Force around him feels familiarly distant too, like he’s on a lot of pain medication and its presence is difficult to reach as a result of his dampened senses but there’s a gloriously loud mind in close proximity to his own and it’s reaching out to him as though subconsciously searching for him.

Hux. Hux is nearby. The alpha’s scent is potent in the air.

Beneath the fresh bedsheets, Kylo shifts, testing his body and trying not to jostle himself too much against the aches that seem to be in every part of him but he must find his mate. He’s lost so much within the last few hours that his heart cries out for the one thing he has left. Forcing his eyes open, he squints against the light as he desperately looks around for his beloved, whining like a lost pup at the need to be in Hux’s arms but also at the discomfort of the healing wound that now bisects his face.

His mind isn’t playing tricks on him; he is in the Finalizer’s medbay and he can tell by the feel of his body that he’s fresh out of a bacta tank. The room is only small but it’s private and there seems to be lots of commotion outside with officers and troopers needing medical care from the disastrous battle of Starkiller Base but Kylo manages to drown out their sounds by focussing on the presence of his mate.

In an uncomfortable-looking chair beside Kylo’s bed, there’s Hux. He’s sleeping, arms folded across his chest and legs stretched out in front of him, head resting back against the chair. He looks unhealthily pale, exhaustion etched in the lines on his sleeping face. There’s no telling what Hux has gone through in the last few hours whilst Kylo has been unconscious but just imagining it is enough to bring Kylo to tears.

Seeing Hux in the flesh makes the reality of Kylo’s failure so much worse. Beneath the sheets, Kylo’s hand finds his soft tummy, wincing as he momentarily forgets about the bowcaster wound and his fingers press against the bandaged part of his abdomen but he endures; his errors have cost them their baby, their future together. There’s no doubt that such horrific damaged caused by the bowcaster shot has stifled Kylo’s ability to carry children, and who would want a damaged omega? Their future was so bright and Kylo has ruined it all.

“Ren. Breathe, my love. I’m here.”

Kylo hadn’t realised that his distressed sobbing had taken his breath away until Hux’s hands are on his cheeks, their foreheads pressed together and their bond pulsating like a beating heart.

“H-Hux?”

The alpha places a kiss on Kylo’s forehead, “Hush, my omega. It’s alright.”

“I-it’s not,” Kylo shakes his head, reaching up to take hold of Hux’s hands upon his cheeks. “I’ve lost everything. I’m sorry, Hux. I’m sorry.”

“Kylo.” Hux sits down on the bed, taking his trembling mate into his arms and rocking him. “You haven’t lost anything. I thought that I’d lost you.”

“Hux. I’m sorry. The baby—”

“They’re fine, Ren. I promise. Everything is fine.”

Kylo pouts, sniffling. He pulls away from the embrace, rubbing his eyes. “They?”

“Twins, my darling. It’s twins. And they’re both fine and healthy. Just as you will be in a few days once your wounds have healed.”

“Two…babies.”

Kylo starts to cry again but they’re happy tears this time, overwhelmed by the revelation. He thought that he’d lost their baby but now they have two?

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Ren,” Hux says, sniffling too. The two move a little until they’re lying down on the bed with Kylo nestled against his alpha’s chest, slotting perfectly in Hux’s arms. “When I found you lying in the snow, I thought you…were gone.”

“I thought I was going to die,” Kylo says, one hand on his belly, feeling sentimentally attached to the little bump again. “I was thinking about how I failed you.”

“Ren. You could never. Never.”

“I love you, Armitage.”

“My omega. I love you. And our twins.”

Through the small crack in the door, a little orange figure slips in, padding gently across the floor before hopping on the bed, meowing softly. The little bell on her collar may give away her presence but it doesn’t disturb the cuddling pair of mates on the medbay bed.

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rhysismydaddy · 3 years

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Unholy Matrimony Pt. 1 (Nessian)

Nesta’s part of the Damnation Series.

OOF this took so long sorry. I rewrote it, changed it, then deleted it entirely about 9 times. I literally started writing the version before you, from scratch, on Sunday. All parts are linked below, so I’m only tagging people on this version! To go to the next chapter, there is also a link at the bottom <3

ALSO, an important caviat: Nesta is an only child in this one! I originally wrote it for her to be adopted and not know it, but it wasn’t really relevant to the story, so... idk. Just ignore that plot hole I guess.

Parts 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 -- pls like each part I’m insecure

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~Cassian~

“You’re getting married.”

The glass of bourbon halfway to my mouth pauses, because despite being known for being rash and unpredictable, even I’m surprised by the sudden change in conversation.

My eyebrows raise as I look over at Rhysand, my best friend and Capo, trying to figure out if this bastard is serious. His tone says he is, but that doesn’t make sense, because before a few seconds ago, the word “marriage” was in neither of our vocabularies.

He’s been single for as long as I have, although I’m starting to suspect he’s got a bird in the city. He’s too damn happy these days, and the other day I saw him laugh at something on his phone.

Which is weird, because we both know long-term commitments don’t really do well with our lifestyle.

We were raised to not give a shit about anything except the job. We kill without remorse, live in the shadows, and whatever other shitty euphemism you want to use. Settling down in some suburban, picket-fence prison has absolutely no appeal to Made Men.

Don’t get me wrong, most of us get married at some point. But never for love.

Some men choose a bride that’s pretty and sweet. Someone who will donate to charity and help clean up their image. Governors’ daughters, women from old-money families, and social princesses make up this category.

Some men marry to advance their station in the Family. Second sons who will never inherit the business marry daughters of Underbosses to get a nice boost to their status.

And then there’s the ones who are forced to marry by their capo--ie. me-- so they choose whatever attractive woman that’s in the Family and available. Those are always the happiest.

But regardless of the reasoning, marriage in the mafia is heartless, political, and for me, unnecessary.

I know I’ll have to pick someone eventually, but there aren’t a whole lot of desirable options at the moment. Not many of the other Underbosses have daughters that are over the age of fifteen right now, and I have no interest in doing the child-bride thing.

Plus, there’s no way I’d marry someone outside of the family. At my rank, it isn’t an option.

That leaves... a widow?

The only one I know is Ianthe, and considering I highly suspect she killed her last husband and the fact that she’s crazy, there’s no way in hell I’d legally bind myself to her for life.

So he must be joking.

I take a pull from my cigar and look over at Rhys with narrowed eyes. “Uh huh. Sure. To who, exactly?”

“Volchonok.”

The Wolf Cub.

The cigar snaps in my fingers.

“You’re fucking kidding,” I say, honestly hoping that’s the case. He’s either that or insane, and I’d hate to lock someone who’s like a brother to me in a padded room.

Rhysand’s unflinching gaze doesn’t change, but his tone morphs from that of my friend to my boss. “You will marry her, Cassian.”

“She’s a fucking Russian,” I spit, not understanding. That should be reason enough for him to be joking.

In our world, being Russian is a crime similar to stabbing the Pope.

We’ve been at war over New York with them ever since they decided to try and get a stronghold on the east coast, and I’ve killed more of them than I can fucking count. Now I’m marrying one?

“Yes, she is, and so is her father, Alexei Olov.” Aka the Bratva Boss responsible for blowing up half of St. Petersburg last year when the local police refused to buy his weapons. “You will marry her, move to New York full time, and run the city with her by your side.”

“Why? Two or three more years, and we’ll have the city anyway.” Every day the Russians get weaker, and I’ve been responsible for pushing them out of my city block by block.

So there has to be a reason we’re suddenly okay with the enemy.

Rhysand sighs. “It was his idea, not mine. Orlov has agreed to sell our coke in Moscow and Seattle instead of his usual dealer and will supply us all the weapons we need for five years. There will also be no more midnight raids, bullshit arrests on bullshit charges, or missing shipments. He’s offering you a dowry, too.”

I don’t need his money, but the old fashioned term makes me laugh.

“Yeah? And how much does he think his wolf cub is worth?”

His lips twitch. “Ten million.”

“She must be a real pain in the ass, then, if he’s going to pay me that much to take her,” I chuckle.

Not that ten million dollars is anything but pocket change for the man. Orlov may be losing the fight in New York, but the bastard is richer than sin.

Selling arms to half of the entire world will do that to a person.

“I hear she’s beautiful,” he says, trying to tempt me to not fight him.

“Then you marry her,” I shoot back, not ready to give up the argument.

“I don’t feel like it.” Fucking typical. Rhysand sighs. “You and I both know we can work this deal to our advantage, so what will make you say yes?”

He could order to me to say yes and I’d have to, but he hates enforcing that kind of authority with me.

So I think it over, make a show of lighting a new cigar. “I want Sera.”

It’s a burlesque club in New York I’ve always been a little envious of, owned by Orlov and operated by his men. I’d tried to buy it a few years back but hadn’t had enough leverage on the Russian to strongarm him into selling.

Now I do.

Rhysand--the only one who knows about my failed attempt to buy the place--nods and tells me he’ll make it happen.

“When’s all this happening, anyway?”

He looks like he might laugh. “Wedding is in a month, but she’s flying in tomorrow night.”

A quick laugh forces its way out of me. Also typical of him to give me absolutely no time to change my mind.

Well, I have a month. That’s already longer than any relationship I’ve ever had.

Sighing, I stand and shake his hand, cementing the deal before I can even lament the loss of my bachelorhood.

~Nesta~

“Chto sluchilos?”

I slide my gaze to my father, because seriously, that’s the stupidest fucking question I’ve ever heard.

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Everything.

“Nichego,” I lie, assuring him for what feels like the tenth time as I look out the window. The plane picks up speed and lifts off, taking me towards an uncertain future, an uncertain place.

I might have told him nothing’s wrong, but inside, I’m screaming.

Three days ago, I woke up to find a marriage contract on the pillow beside me. There was a blank space where my name had been typed and a pen waiting for me to remedy that.

I still haven’t.

I’m not signing anything until I meet this... Cassian.

God, what an Italian name.

An image springs to mind, one of a slumped-over, hairy-chest beast with slicked back hair and a gold chain.

I know it’s stereotypical and hopefully incorrect, but I’ve never been to Italy and Alexei strictly forbids me watching movies that portray Italians as anything except revolting.

But looks aside, there’s one thing I don’t need to guess to know.

My future husband will be like all the other men in my life: controlling.

Men in the world I live in take what they want, don’t ask for permission, and feel like they’re entitled to anything and everything. I’ve dealt with it my entire life, so it’s more amusing than anything at this point.

I guess I’m a bit non-traditional in that sense, considering most of the women around me have no problems taking orders from their fathers or husbands. But Alexei and I figured out pretty early in life that wasn’t going to work for me.

As he frequently likes to tell me, I started telling him to fuck off when I was five.

What did he expect? All the kids I hung out with were the opposite sex and at least five years older than me, so my vocabulary and mannerisms became pretty... colorful early on.

Regardless, I’m just not looking forward to having to deal with yet another man who thinks he can control me.

“Ty vresh',” Alexei accuses, lips twitching. You’re lying.

“Konechno.” Of course.

Of course I’m upset, but I understand what’s happening. I might have found out about it three days ago, but I’ve known it was coming for far longer.

As the only child of the great Alexei Orlov, Wolf of Moscow and Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, I’ve been told my entire life that I will one day be used as a pawn to gain more power.

It would--should--piss me off, but I’ve also been told I’m to one day take my father’s place and run his company.

So by gaining more power for him, I’m also doing the same for myself.

Not that I really give a shit about that kind of thing. I started officially working for Alexei years ago, and I already have enough money saved to never have to work again.

But in the Bratva, there’s no getting out. I was put in this world by birth, and the only thing that will take me out is death.

In case it isn’t obvious, I’m not a typical business woman.

My father is an arms-dealer.

A less than legal one, if you believe the heinous lies the media spreads about him.

He sells weapons to governments, private armies, and whoever the fuck else has the money to buy.

He’s also built himself a shipping empire to haul said weapons around the globe, runs the drugs and prostitute rings in Moscow, and has enough real estate to rival most small countries.

It probably sounds like I don’t care, and that’s because I don’t.

I like what I do in the sense that I have a mind for business. I went to business school and graduated at the top of my class, and I enjoy running the clubs and hotels I have. Trained by Alexei himself, I’m ruthless in negotiations, enough so that people started calling me the Wolf Cub by the time I was twenty.

But despite being good at it, I’m not particularly fond of the aspect most people think of when they picture my career in the Bratva. I detest drugs, have never hired a prostitute, and don’t really enjoy selling arms to bad people.

The alleyway meetups, the broken bones and bullet holes, and the blown up houses are all a little tiring to me.

Sure, it sounds exciting. And for a while, it was. I used to lose myself in the chaos, used to enjoy coming home with busted knuckles. But I honestly just got tired of it.

Right now, I don’t have to deal with it as much because Alexei’s still alive. But when he dies and I officially take over the family business, I’ll have to be more involved. Even if the thought makes me want to sigh.

I pull out my laptop and look over the financial report for Sera, my newest club in New York. As predicted, everything’s running smoothly.

I turn the laptop around to show my father, grinning when he pulls out his reading glasses and leans closer.

“Starik,” I tease. Old man.

He flicks my forehead, then reads the report and nods. Then he turns to his phone, probably playing Angry Birds or some shit, and leaves me to work.

The plane ride goes by quickly, and by the time we’ve landed in Chicago, I’ve gotten ahead on my schedule for next week, slept, and changed into what I’ve chosen as the “meeting my future husband” dress.

It’s simple and sleek, the black material clinging to my curves without being obscene. It’s long enough to hide the holster on my thigh, not that I feel in any danger with four personal guards stationed near me at all times.

My heels click as I make my way down the plane stairs and across the tarmac to the waiting sedan, and once my luggage and belongings are unloaded, we head to the Italian Capo’s house.

We’re meeting here, finalizing the contract, and then Cassian and I are flying to New York.

My new home.

“Try to look happy,” Alexei tells me, his heavily accented English almost ridiculous to hear. He speaks English only when he’s in the states, and considering he hasn’t come here since I graduated B school two years ago, he’s a little out of practice.

“I’m ecstatic,” I say, intentionally using a word I know he doesn’t understand.

His eyes narrow, because it isn’t the first time I’ve used this trick, but he doesn’t call me out on it. We continue to ride in ecstatic silence, eventually pulling up in front of the Capo’s... house.

It’s almost obscene to call it that, considering it’s fucking huge. Like obnoxiously huge.

I heave a sigh, step out of the car, and take in my surroundings. The neighborhood’s quiet, likely filled with friends of the Cosa Nostra too scared to make any noise.

A butler--seriously, a butler--opens the door and welcomes us inside, and as soon as I step in, I have to repress the urge to roll my eyes.

The amount of dirty money in the air is suffocating. It drips off the vaulted ceilings, down the artwork on the walls, across the marble floors. It’s in the little details of the crystal chandeliers and the mahogany staircase.

Ridiculous.

One look at Alexei’s disgusted face says he’s thinking the same thing.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re rich. Grossly so. Alexei could have ten houses just like this, if he wanted them.

But he doesn’t. He owns property all over the world, but most of it is commercial or apartment complexes--property that makes him money, in other words. This, however, is a massive waste of capital.

The butler leads us further through the house and into an office where four men wait.

One is immediately identifiable as their lawyer, his over-priced cologne making me have to resist the urge to sneeze. The humongous man in the corner is hired muscle, if the boxy shape of the guns under his jacket is any indication.

The man behind the desk is obviously in charge, so I’m guessing he’s the Capo. Rhysand or Rhyland or something weird like that. He takes me in silently, bright eyes not seeming to miss any details.

That leaves the man leaning against the desk to be Cassian Azara.

My fiancé.

Our eyes meet, his golden gaze beautiful and wild, and I have to remember to keep my expression bored.

Because the stereotype, the horrible image I’d conjured up in my mind, couldn’t be further from the truth.

For one, he isn’t hunched-over. He stands tall, leaning a hip against his Capo’s desk with obvious confidence. But I see more than just self-assuredness in his eyes. He seems a little too rough around the edges, wild gaze almost like he’s daring someone to swing at him.

If the confidence didn’t already make him attractive, his looks sure as hell get the job done.

His hairs long and dark and curly, half of it pulled up in a rouge manner that clashes with the suit he’s filling. He has a few days’ stubble, too, like standing still long enough to shave just isn’t an option.

His shoulders are impossibly wide, narrowing down to trim hips and legs long enough to make him tower over everyone in the room.

His knuckles are tattooed and split open, and there’s a cut above his eyebrow that tells me I was correct to assume he’s a fighter by nature.

Usually, that would be a deterrent for me, but there’s something about the way he’s dressed in a dark suit jacket and crisp white shirt while also looking so untamed that has me cocking my head to study him some more.

He studies me, too, beautiful eyes taking in the long blonde hair and bright blue eyes offset by pale skin. He looks at the dress like he can see everything underneath, and I have the strangest urge to blush. Jesus, he’s toxic.

He’s attractive, is what I’m getting at.

Which is not what I had planned on, considering I’d been trying to think of a plan on how to not sleep with him, but suddenly that’s all my mind can focus on.

His lips twitch like he knows what I’m thinking, and I realize we’ve just been standing here staring at each other for a bit too long.

So I turn back to Alexei and shrug like I’ve seen what my future husband has to offer and aren’t impressed in the slightest.

I toss the marriage contract on the desk, grab the Capo’s fancy little fountain pen out of his hand, and sign my name on the blank above my name.

Cassian watches, but I ignore him entirely until the ink has dried. Then I look up at him through my lashes and wink, turn on my heel, and leave the room.

~Cassian~

I think I’m in love.

Fuck.

She hasn’t said a single goddamn word, but the way she looked at me has me feeling itchy all over, anticipation and nerves rolling through me. I feel like I feel before I fight or something exciting happens.

Like I’m primed and ready and need it to happen now.

Nesta Orlov, my bride to be, is nothing like I expected.

I was fully braced for some meek little woman, similar to most of my friends’ wives, to come in and smile and say hello.

But nope. Nesta didn’t smile; she came in like she was walking onto a battlefield.

And she didn’t smile. She looked me over, clinical blue gaze noticing too much, and left me feeling winded. God, she’s beautiful. Just looking at her made me hot.

She also didn’t say hello.

Just signed the contract and left, like this was nothing more to her than a boring business deal. I mean, that’s what it is, but... I don’t know, I expected more of a reaction.

I’ve heard from some Underbosses that their wives cried or raged when they were forced to sign, but shit if that were the case with Nesta. She honest to God looked like she didn’t care.

Alexei, on the other hand, does look a little pissed about the situation, but I couldn’t care less of the old man’s opinion. He’s signed the contract, so to me, he’s irrelevant. Regardless, he and Rhys proceed to iron out some of the details about the wedding and other shit I’m not paying attention to.

Then they shake hands, and the Russian warlord turns to leave.

He reaches the door and looks over his shoulder at me, and there’s amusement in his cold gaze as he mutters, “Udachi.” Good luck.

As soon as he’s gone, Roman and the lawyer follow, leaving me alone with Rhys.

He slides the contract to me, and I sign my name next to hers, making this shit official.

“This should be interesting,” he comments, vague as usual.

I sigh, because I have a feeling interesting isn’t going to cover it.

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izumiyagami14 · 3 years

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road trip

enlightenmonth // [day 25-28] gift or favor Summary: After a cancelled flight to surprise her boyfriend, Hikari is out of options. That is, until Koushiro offers to drive her. Now he must keep his conflicted feelings about a certain someone all while being in a very confined space for hours with her. What could go wrong?

I might continue this story… idk. Let me know if I should…

Anyways, happy Enlightenmonth again, everyone!This is my seventh prompt for the month, so this concludes my contribution😅 I’m not going to lie, this month was a MILLION times better thanks to the creation of Enlightenmonth (*cough cough* @earlgreymon) ☺️ and the effort from talented writers and artists (I wish I could tag all of you, but there was SO much😭) It was truly amazing to see my oldest ship receive so much love in the span of a month🥺💜💗 because of this, I plan to write more and post them on Fanficition.net. I REALLY hope to see more masterpieces even after Enlightenmonth comes to an end!

The sakura trees swayed in the spring breeze outside the window of the Yagami residence, the decorated branches waving to the two boys in the room. It’s been four years since the reboot, and the DigiDestined are still adjusting to their quickly approaching adult lives.

Koushiro sat at Taichi’s desk, typing on his laptop, while Taichi sat next to him, straddling a chair backwards so he could rest his arms on the back of it.

“Man, I don’t know what to do with my studies, but I have to make a decision real quick,” Taichi explained to his friend.

Koushiro just hummed in response, preoccupied by his work. The typing of the keyboard overwhelmed his mind to where he could barely comprehend what his friend was talking about. “Have you talked to your sister about this? I feel like she’s the one to talk to. She always knows what to say.”

“Nope, not yet. Just you, my friend.”

He glanced up around the room briefly before moving his eyes back to his friend. “Where is she, anyways?”

Taichi looked down at his wrist to check his imaginary watch. “Right about now, she should be on a plane to Shimane. She planned to visit Takeru as a surprise, who is there visiting family.”

Koushiro froze for a second, shifting his gaze from Taichi to his computer keys. “Oh,” he whispered as he continued on his work.

Taichi propped up his head in his hands. “Yeah, I hate to admit it, but I wish I was more like Hikari. She already knew that she wanted to be in education before she could even speak!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

The mention of his sister’s name silenced the discordant ticks for a beat before they picked up again.

“Man, I’m so jealous of her. She already has her life together. She’s been accepted into the education program at her university. She has a job at a daycare to help with her degree. She actually makes time for her family and friends. She even has a boyfriend!”

Koushiro shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the last part. “Taichi, can you change the subje-“

But he continued to ramble on and on. “I mean, granted it’s Yamato’s little brother, but still! She is actually dating someone before me!”

“I would prefer it if you stopped talking about-.” Koushiro tried again, but it did not work.

“She even planned on surprising him at Shimane during break so they could be together! I don’t even want to think about-.”

“Taichi, enough!” Koushiro yelled.

Taichi nearly fell out of his chair and he held up his hands in defense. “Woah, Koushiro! What’s the matter?” He looked at his friend with confusion. He’s never acted like this before.

Koushiro’s face grew as red as his hair and he buried his head in his hands from his sudden outburst. “Oh my goodness. I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have screamed at you like that. I honestly don’t know what got over me.”

“I’ll say, bud!” Taichi laughed. “That was completely out of the blue. I was only talking about Hikari. I don’t know why you would be so grumpy about her life, let alone her love life-.” Realization hit him like a soccer ball to the face. “Koushiro, do you?-“

His face felt hotter. “Stop,” he pleaded.

“Do you like?” Taichi continued to press his friend.

“Please, no…” Koushiro muttered, folding his arms onto his computer and placed his head down.

“Do you like my sister?” He teased.

Koushiro groaned. Why this? Why now? He asked himself. He planned to take this to his grave. “No, I do not. What on Earth makes you think that I do?” His friend gave him an unamused glare, causing him to groan again. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“How long?”

“As long as I can remember…”

Taichi laid his head on his arms so that he rested in the back of his chair. “Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”

Koushiro signed, still typing on his computer. “Because I can’t tell her! It’s going to sound stupid.”

Taichi lifted his head in defense. “Then why are you telling me?”

“Because professionals say it’s better to talk about these things with someone rather than bottling it in,” Koushiro joked, looking up at his friend.

Taichi tilted his head and gave Koushiro an expression that screamed yeah, riiiiight. He decided to continue the joke. “And you chose to talk to me? Her older brother?”

Koushiro just hummed in response and leaned back in his chair. “Even though Hikari is your younger sister, you are still my best friend.”

Taichi didn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth. “You weren’t planning on telling anyone, were you?”

“No, sir.” Koushiro replied, defeated. He let out another frustrated sigh. “Besides, she is with Takeru. She’s leaving early to go visit him in Shimane as a surprise as we speak! She is so happy with him, and I don’t want to ruin that with my intruding feelings…”

Just as he finished his sentence, the front door of the residence slammed. Slow movement made its way from the front door to the bedroom. At the door frame, stood a girl with a suitcase in each hand and a frown on her face. For what Koushiro and Taichi saw, she looked like she was about to cry.

“Hikari, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you on a plane?” Taichi asked, starting to stand up. Before he could make his way to his sister, she dropped her bags at her feet and trudged over to the bed. She dove head first into the pillow and laid on her stomach, silent. Taichi looked at Koushiro, who only shrugged his shoulders in response.

She turned her head to the side so they could hear what she said next. “My flight was cancelled. There’s no way I can go visit Takeru early now.”

Now it makes sense. Taichi walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to Hikari. He started to rub circles on her back to comfort her as he thought of the next thing to say.

“I don’t know what to do, Taichi. I saved up so I could go visit him early. I mean, the airlines refunded me the ticket, so I thought I could rent a car or something to drive there, but I’m not old enough to-“

“And I wouldn’t let you drive by yourself anyway,” Taichi cut in. “It’s a 10 hour drive from here!”

She sighed and sniffled a bit. “It was supposed to be an unforgettable trip. We planned to sightsee, and visit his relatives…”

Taichi sighed. “Hikari, you know I would totally drive you to see him, but you know I have-“

“I know, I know. I don’t want you to drop everything to make me happy. I’ll be fine!” She interrupted. “I can just see him when he returns. We can always plan on another trip-“

That’s when Koushiro raised his hand to quietly intervene. “May I make a proposal?” The two siblings quickly turned their heads over at the boy at the desk. “What if I drove you to Shimane? I am old enough to rent a car and that way you are not traveling by yourself.”

As he spoke, Taichi's eyes widened and then he slowly narrowed them, their prior conversation still present in his head. “Koushiro, that’s a big favor to ask of you…”

Koushiro shook his head and continued to explain. “I actually have a work conference in Hiroshima that I need to attend in a couple days. I could drive you to Shimane, drop you off with Takeru, and pick you up on my way back. That way, we don’t have to travel alone and you can still surprise Takeru.”

Hikari sat up in her bed and looked at Koushiro in disbelief. “You would really do that?”

Her lingering gaze caused his heart to skip a beat. “Of course. You’re my friend, Hikari. I just want you to be happy.”

Frown transformed to a huge smile as she jumped up and hugged the boy in front of her. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

She is so happy with him, and I don’t want to ruin that with my intruding feelings… The thought repeated in his head when he realized what he just agreed to. “Let me just converse with my family, pack my few remaining bags, call the rental company, and we can get going.”

“Today?” The Yagami siblings replied in unison, one with more excitement, one with more concern.

“Sure. I’ll be right back with my things, okay?” Before Taichi or Koushiro’s own mind could object, he packed up his laptop and walked out of the room and outside.

He closed the front door to the residence behind him and leaned back against it, head tilted up in disbelief. He can’t believe he just did that. “What did I just do?”

#koukari #enlightenment #enlightenmonth #hikari yagami #koushiro izumi

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 3 years

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14 (bodyguard AU) and 46 (blind date) sounds fun,,, your choice of ship ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

14. Bodyguard AU || 46. Blind date

Random choice generator got me creativisleep!

roman's a semi-popular actor- he's never really been to an awards show, and he's not been in That much, but he had a small but strong role in a real popular film and plenty of leading ones in lesser known movies. he's got enough of a following to be satisfied with himself, even if it isn't That huge of one

because of this, roman didn't take the possible dangers of his fame seriously... until he got jumped by one fan at a play in his hometown. he came out fine (he's always fine ;p) but it made him reconsider his choice to not have some sort of protection

he ends up hiring remy to be his bodyguard, a choice he Slightly starts regretting when he realizes remy, despite having excellent marks out of bodyguard school, is about as professional as a golden retriever

they take roman's food out of his fridge Whenever, borrow Way too many of his shirts (and roman hasn't seen his BMC 'boyf riends' hoodie since they got their hands on it), and is never in typical bodyguard wear (they wore a suit for the interview and never again)

but they also bring roman coffee (when did they get his regular figured out...?), talk to him like he's just a Person and not a celeb, and have yet to try and kill him themself so. roman's alright with them staying

(plus, is it so wrong if roman enjoys how they look? he deserves for a bit of an eye-candy sorta bodyguard, damnit, they're with him all the time after all)

remy's been with roman as his bodyguard for a few months when roman decides he cant just keep Lookin at a pretty person, he deserves to have a pretty person to kiss and cuddle with too!! so he pokes around for a bit, finds a non-homophobic service (he's pan, so he could Technically use a plain ol' straight service, but he refuses on gay principle), and uses it

idk how datin apps work but this one that im makin up is a blind match up app, which takes ur information and uses it to randomly pair u up with random accounts. the app keeps account info privated until After the first date has been gone on, to really maintain the 'blind match' aspect. the matched up people play a mini guessing game through the app about places they can go for a date until location and time is determined

roman likes the idea of the app mostly to keep his own identity secret as long as possible- he doesnt want people pickin his account Just bc he's a celeb, y'know?

the first couple of blind dates dont go well tho... most are nice people who roman just isn't compatible with, one was a straight woman who spent the entire date being Very homophobic despite roman's rainbow heart + pan flag pins, and someone who was clearly Too Much Of A Fan (remy had to physically pull them off of roman and help him escape the park before they could latch back on)

oh, did roman not mention? remy's been coming on all his dates with him

because of course they are! they need to protect roman! whether that's by eating dinner in the booth over or sitting two rows back at the cinema or awkwardly half-stalkin roman and his date while they walk about

so they're always there, to bring roman there and take him home, and listen when he complains about the bad matches and lament the almost-winners, and convince him he is a catch that needs to try again because eventually Someone will realize he really is too good to pass up

(remy always says that line in a weird way)

so he keeps trying... until roman has possibly the worst date ever

because he gets stood up. it's fifteen minutes past the scheduled date time, he's gotten no text explainin where they are, but he's sittin at the restaurant alone and starting to become rather upset by the pitying look the server gives him when he says he's still waitin on someone else before he orders

remy slides into the seat across from him at the 20 minute mark. shoots roman an apologetic smile that an outsider would mistake as a 'sorry im late' one when roman knows it's a 'sorry they didnt show' one

roman appreciates the gesture to save him, but he almost just wants to go home at this point. he's tired and bein stood up feels like Shit, actually, and he's about ready to call off the whole dating thing really, dramatic as that may be (like it's not his middle name)

but remy says smth about this place having really good sandwiches, and it's clear they're tryin so hard to help roman out here, even a little, and roman can't just dismiss that effort, so he picks up his menu again and orders smth and tries to ignore the way his face heats up just the slightest at the relieved smile remy flashes next

lunch with remy is great, actually, better than it would've been with whoever couldnt be bothered to show or apologize or Anything. remy even knows the way to an ice cream shop on the way home, sayin it's for roman's 'broken heart' as they pay for it

except, well... roman's heart isn't feelin so broken anymore

it's actually feeling pretty put together. really functional. functioning really fast. especially when roman's looking at remy. or when remy's lookin at roman. or when they smile. or when they laugh. or when they speak. or when they-

roman doesn't fall asleep until 2am that night, heart still racing a bit, screaming into his pillow a bit as he acknowledges he is wholly and totally head-over-heels for his bodyguard

he tells remy the next day he's done with dating for a bit, saying he's still upset over being stood up. he doesn't mention that it's also bc remy's ruined all other people for him

things try to fall back in routine from there, but it's a bit harder when roman's trying to not be so in love with someone who just works for him. and remy's definitely started pickin up on it too- they had asked him just last if he was okay, that he didn't seem as upset by remy takin his clothes anymore, and that didn't seem like him, was he getting sick?

the opposite, actually, absolutely nothing makes me feel better then seeing you walk around in my shirt or jacket or whatever else, please never stop and also kiss me?

roman just said he was tired

eventually... roman decides this can't keep going on. remy's giving him more weird looks these days, and roman is pretty sure being around remy so much without Any kisses is starting to cause brain decay (it's not, it's really not, remy always bein on his mind is just a side effect of.... pretti........). so, he takes matters into his own hands

admittedly, maybe firing remy wasn't the best way to go, given remy immediately demands to know why, what they did wrong, even asking if roman's being blackmailed into this

"blink once for yes, twice for no" remy asks, lowering the sunglasses they always have on to look directly at roman's eyes

roman doesn't blink for a full minute. he might not be breathing for that minute either. has he ever seen remy's eyes this close? has he ever seen them at all? they're such a brilliant shade of brown. roman could drown in them. he might be already

roman's pretty sure he started this conversation standing up, but maybe not, because when he finally blinks and remembers things outside of remy's eyes exist he's sitting down and remy looks extremely concerned

"okay... what's wrong, hun?" they ask, and oh no, they look so sad, and worried, and that's not good, roman should fix that right now, regardless of whatever he was doing before (he's forgotten)

"im gay" he responds intelligently. this will fix everything

remy, however, just looks confused. "yes?"

"for you" roman adds, helpfully, sure that Now remy will understand they're just really very pretty and nothing's wrong and if they feel bad still they should look in a mirror because then they'll be good again

now it's remy's turn to sit in silence, expression frozen in one of shock. they still havent put their sunglasses back on, so roman doesnt mind, bc this gives him more time to stare at remy's eyes

"you're having a breakdown because you're gay for me???" remy finally asks, expression unfreezing to look incredulous and a little hurt

roman returns a similar look. "im not having a breakdown!"

remy scoffs. "yeah, sure, right, that's why you suddenly froze and completely stopped breathing and minorly collapsed after i... look off my shades to look at you..." they suddenly break out in a smirk. "oh my gods, you're a gay disaster"

roman doesn't try to deny it, especially with the knowledge he apparently did stop breathing to admire remy's eyes. they have a point

"how long?"

"since that date you hijacked after i got stood up" roman admits. he finds it extraordinarily rude when remy starts laughing

...until they're pulling out their phone, hurriedly opening up the exact same dating app roman had been using, showing a log of all the dates they had planned- there's only one marked as having actually been attended

same date time and place of the one where roman had assumed he had been stood up

"you broke my heart!" roman says as remy puts away their phone, over-dramatically, not actually giving a damn, just feeling gay and a bit giddy at the thought remy hadnt gone to any of the other dates, just theirs

no longer worried quite as much about roman for the moment, remy's smirk just grows, smoothly moving from being crouched in front of roman to being set firmly in his lap, lazily brushing hair out of his eyes and wow was remy always this warm? and stunning? and perfect?

"i dunno babe... sounds more like i stole it" remy teases, movin from playing with roman's hair to cuppin his cheek, leaning in close and not even bothering to pretend to be looking at anything other than roman's lips. "which, yeah, bad bodyguard etiquette... i hope you can forgive me..."

roman doesn't need his words to answer that tease

#oops this got long ':) i got distracted by the gays... happy pride month djhbvcfjds #fanfic #creativisleep #ts roman #ts remy #nb!remy #the cryptid speaks #meri #yeah roman just. has an all out gay panic disaster moment right there #poor man 😔#also my characters keep ending up kissin in each other's laps can y'all tell im a touchstarved gay yet /hj

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slimcicle · 3 years

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTomorrow Never Cameㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤoneshotㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Summary: Din said he would be back tomorrow morning, and you keep waiting.

Warnings: talks about depression and dead.

Din Djarin & fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

A/N: It’s the first time in years that I write here! this is totally inspired by Falling of Harry Styles and Tomorrow Never Came by Lana del Rey. I was feeling so sad and I don't know why. Also, idk if doing this with multiple chapters. Anyways, enjoy and forgive me if something is wrong with the fic, English is not my first language.

You didn't want to know anything about him. You didn't want to think about him again. You wish he was dead by this point, but knowing him, you knew that you would die first to see him dead. You missed him the most, your pillow stayed wet every night for as long as you could remember. You didn't want to miss him. Every part of your body ached when you woke up and he wasn't by your side like he used to be. You hated the way he used to make you feel when you saw him coming from afar. Happiness ran through your whole body and those cloudy days turned sunny with just that little smile that he gave you every noon that he returned. You didn't want to love him, but after all, you kept doing it even when you had been seeing someone else. It killed you to know that none of those people was him. That none of those boys felt as good as him. That none of them made you feel happy. You hated him for not letting you love again.

"I brought you food" Mariel spoke, who was at the door of your room "I also brought coffee but I was not sure if you would like it" her sweet voice was the only thing that encouraged you to move off the position.

You were in your bed, doing absolutely nothing and just looking at the ceiling of the cold room you were in. The empty glasses that lay on the floor by your bed. Your hands squeezed the sheets under you. Your eyes were red, and your lips were parched. You didn't know how long you had been in that position. You had lost hope in everything, in your own life. He had taken your life on that ship the day you last saw him. Your friend Mariel had been going to your house for the past few years, worried that one day you wouldn't be looking at the ceiling and would be looking at the drawer where you kept your pills. She feared that one day she would come in and her best friend would have left with everything she ever promised that man. You would die before him, was the only thing going through your head. Mariel had insisted on putting his clothes in a suitcase and throwing them into the river near your house. But after all, you needed to feel like he was still there. You hated yourself for allowing you to feel this way. What if he left because it was the only way not to break your feelings? Didn't he think about how you felt? Was it something you said? Or was it something you did? You were falling into the same abyss of the last four years.

'' What day is today? '' Mariel looked at you in amazement. It was the first time in years since you said something to her. She walked over to the bed where you were lying and she gave you a huge hug.

You could hear how she was crying, she was crying on your shoulder. '' It's Wednesday ''. Her voice trailed off. She pulled away from you wiping the tears that flowed nonstop from her brown eyes. "I want you to feel better, please"

You didn't say anything to her. You didn't want to promise again. You didn't want to fall again. You just sat on the bed, you were too weak to do anything else. "I'm fine”

Mariel changed her smile to a face of anguish. You couldn't even fool yourself with the things you said to yourself every day. "You're not," she murmured, taking your hands. "Do you want to tell me about him?"

Your fake smile disappeared in an instant. You had been writing too much about him of things you only knew. But in all this time, you've never told Mariel, your best friend, about him. You didn't want to talk about him again, but there were so many things you wanted to let go of with someone. "His name was Din" your voice came out hoarse. Without emotion. Mariel took your hands, giving them a light massage. "He was ... everything I had dreamed of"

The more you thought about him, the more the tears wanted to come out again. You were going to talk, but you couldn't find a way to do it. "He promised ..." was the only thing that came from your lips and then again, you were crying on Mariel's shoulder. "He promised me that he would be here tomorrow"

Mariel didn't know what to say. She had no experience talking to depressed people, oh maker, she had never seen anyone like this. "How did he look? Tell me about him, don't get quiet.” The only thing she understood was that the more you talked about him, rethought the situation, and learned from it... you were gonna be okay.

"He was a Mandalorian." Your shaking hand took the sheet from under you and squeezed it. It hurt to think of him.

"How did you two meet?" her right hand caressed your damaged hair. And the other caressed your arm trying to relax you.

"He ... he came looking for a place to stay," you said without opening your eyes. "We both fell in love and ... and he stayed here with me" you breathe heavily before continuing. Mariel smiled at you. “He was everything to me"

She laughed. You looked at her without understanding what was so funny. "You were a couple?" she asked, taking the bag of food.

"We were engaged." For the first time in years, you felt relaxed. "Two years after meeting and being together." Mariel nodded. You knew she wanted to hear what happened next, but you didn't know if you were ready to talk about it.

"I'm sorry." she apologized, looking at you again. "I guess it was difficult to bury him." you looked at her without understanding. She thought that he was dead, inside you, you expected the same.

"He's not dead," you said without looking at her. You looked at the door in front of you. That door where he used to lean himself every morning with a cup of coffee that would get cold with the time they used to be in bed. "We didn't have enough credits to do a wedding, so he would leave and return at noon.

You remembered seeing him arrive when you were in the garden harvesting. You saw him take off his helmet with the safety of his home, being away from everyone and living on such a beautiful path that was as neglected as you. His brown eyes looked at you with such joy and his arms around your waist felt as warm as a beautiful summer afternoon. The way his lips tasted like coffee. Those happy, bright days. “He told me that he would go one last round and then he would have enough credits for the wedding. He told me to wait for him on the bench in front of the house, he told me he would arrive tomorrow morning. " your eyes stopped seeing the door. Mariel was looking at the nightstand that you had to your right. "Tomorrow never came"

Mariel sighed. She looked at you again and showed a small smile. The two of you didn't say anything, just ate in silence. The tears stopped coming out of your eyes once you finished speaking. Someday he would come. You would be in your garden and you would see him coming. His hands would touch your entire body and his lips would kiss your face without stopping. "I have the feeling that he doesn't need me anymore," you said with a smile. A smile that you haven't let out in years.

The garden lay lifeless since he left. You caressed the only flower that was still alive. The only flower that never gave up. You dropped water on her that she surely hadn't felt in years. You had given her life back, you had given her hope. You had regained your hope.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #fanfics #fanfic #fanfiction #pedro pascal #au

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inthewild-flowers · 4 years

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For the OTP questions. Wolfstar and dorlene ❤️❤️

Sorry I took SO long to answer 😅 I’ve been very very busy with classes, and my life right now is pretty much work and school, but I have some free time now so,,,,,,here they are!!

1. Who likes to nuzzle their head into their partner’s chest?

Wolfstar: Sirius, and he likes to fall asleep on Remus while he’s reading, or watching tv, or doing anything in a position where Sirius can use him as a pillow

Dorlene: I haven’t written nearly as much for this ship as I have for wolfstar, and as I write more my answer will probably change, but I’m going to say that it’s both, depending on the day. Whoever’s feeling more cuddly in the moment, really.

2. How many and what colours are the blankets they like to snuggle in?

Wolfstar: I feel like they have one ENORMOUS duvet. It’s just absolutely gigantic, and very warm and lovely. Also a hideous orange colour and they love it dearly. It’s rarely actually on the bed, because whenever Remus gets cold he brings it out to the living room and wraps himself in it. Sirius thinks it’s adorable.

Dorlene: A lot of blankets. A lot. And each one is for a specific area of the house. There's the bed blanket, the couch blankets, and the armchair blankets, and sometimes they get moved around, but not often. They’re a mixture of the fluffy soft blankets you get get at the store and brightly coloured handmade quilts from various family members. Marlene loves to walk around the house wrapped in a quilt, and Dorcas always takes her time setting up a little nest before she sits down to watch tv.

3. Who runs up and hugs their partner and who stands arms wide open to catch their partner?

Wolfstar: They both run at each other because they get very excited when they haven’t seen each other in a while :)))) (“a while” can be anywhere from ten minutes to two months)

Dorlene: I feel like Marlene does a lot of the running, and Dorcas will drop whatever she’s holding to catch her.

4. Who would be more likely to get matching scarves for themselves and their partner?

Wolfstar: REMUS. Idk why, I just really really think he’d do it. It’s a very Remus thing to do.

Dorlene: Dorcas. Again, idk why. She’d just be out somewhere and see two matching scarves and buy them without even thinking about it.

(And of course both Sirius and Marlene love their matching scarves 😊)

5. Would they much rather go on a romantic date or a laid back date? Explain why.

Wolfstar: I feel like they tend to be pretty laid back most of the time. Sirius will sometimes go all out for things like their anniversary or Remus’s birthday, but overall they prefer to just go to some small restaurant or a movie or something.

Dorlene: they like to get dressed up really fancy but then just stay home and eat junk food and watch a movie. I guess you could say it’s both??

6. Who still gets butterflies after years of dating?

EVERYONE BC THEY LOVE EACH OTHER A LOT 🥺🥺

7. Who is the one who makes their partner laugh so much that their face hurts?

Wolfstar: Remus. He tends to be really sarcastic and deadpan and that gets Sirius every time

Dorlene: Marlene, I think. Idk, she just seems like she can be very very silly when she wants to, and Dorcas loves that about her.

8. How would each of them explain how they met?

Wolfstar

Remus: on the hogwarts express when we were 11. Not a very interesting story.

Sirius: Moony, you’re leaving out the best part! *turns to the camera* He was asleep, and the rest of us accidentally woke him up. He wouldn’t talk to us for three days even though we were all roommates.

Dorlene

Marlene: So we had both just got sorted into Gryffindor—exciting stuff, I know—and I sat down next to her, legs shaking, head a million miles away, adrenaline coursing through my body—sorting is scary, ok?—and she introduces herself to me.

Dorcas: *snorts* Tell them what you said Marly, you can’t leave that bit out. It’s an essential part of the story.

Marlene: Yes I know, I’m getting there! So, she tells me her name, says “hello, I’m Dorcas” and, like an idiot, I say “hello Dorcas, I’m Dorcas”!

Dorcas, cackling: I fell in love with her there and then

9. Who accidentally drinks too much caffeine and who has to deal with their partner bouncing off the walls?

Wolfstar: I mean the obvious answer is Sirius. I feel like when Remus drinks too much caffeine, he just gets jittery and starts talking fast, but Sirius needs to take the dog out for a very fast run before he’s at a manageable energy level

Dorlene: I think Dorcas just. Doesn’t have coffee very often, so it’s less a question of “too much” and more a question of “any at all”. Marlene thinks it’s hilarious though. :))

10. Where is a special place they hold close to their hearts? Why is it special?

Wolfstar: Sirius carved their initials into the frame of their hogwarts bed, and they may or may not have stolen that particular part of the bed when they left. It also had carvings of the Marauders in their animagus forms, and they think it looks just wonderful hung up on the wall of their flat.

Dorlene: the shitty muggle restaurant they went to on their first date. It was summer, and Marlene was staying at Dorcas’s house for a bit, and they had just confessed their feelings, and then that night they snuck out and went to a diner in the muggle town nearby. It became a tradition, and even years later, the staff all know them.

#asks #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #remus x sirius #headcanons #headcanon asks #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorcas x marlene #dorlene

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