#- or because he’s in bad circumstances *after* meeting the two? who knows- maybe both? though apathetic-but-loyal-partner Jon also suits the

[fissions-chips]

Evil Polycule AU but Tim and Butler are monsters and Jon is just the unfortunate dude who winds up helping them out.

[livwritesstuff]

you know that feeling where you’re having a god-awful day and all you really want is a hug but you’re at work so, like, that’s not gonna happen, and you basically just have to stew in all those shitty feelings and wait out the clock? yeah, me too, that’s kind of where this came from.

Eddie had a tough day.

It had started early that morning when the girls missed their school bus – not a huge deal, honestly, he was already gonna be leaving early to go get his car looked at.

But then he got shitty news from the mechanic, and then a meeting with his agent didn’t go the way he’d wanted at all, and then Hazel ended up being a total pain in the ass after he picked her up from kindergarten, and during her relentless haranguing, she knocked one of Eddie’s favorite mugs off the counter. It shattered, obviously, and she cried about it so he’d had to deal with both of those things at once, and it was just a day.

None of it was anything he couldn’t handle – the problem was the compounding nature of it and the way he basically just had to stew in it all until the next obstacle came along and made shit even worse.

All Eddie really wanted was Steve, and how Steve being around made dealing with this stuff so much easier, even if every other circumstance was the same.

He has to share Steve, though, and today he’s sharing him with Steve’s work until four o’clock.

It’s fine.

He can wait until four.

The older two girls got off their bus at half-past three, and, seriously, someone must have put something in the water this morning because they are in rare goddamn form today. If Hazel alone was bad, all three of them together were…well, thrice that. It’s like the universe said I see your bad day and I raise you three elementary schoolers hitting their peak annoyance thresholds simultaneously.

And it’s not like Eddie can even fucking fold, either.

It’s cold and kind of windy outside, which is Eddie’s least favorite weather and he’d thought maybe the girls would want to go right inside, but no. Of course they want to dig out the chalk that got stashed away in the garage last fall, and while Eddie is stuck shivering outside breaking up dumb arguments about who’s allowed to use which colors (he figured the answer was an obvious everyone, but apparently that’s incorrect), Steve leaves a message saying he tacked on an emergency session onto the end of his day and now he’s not out until five.

Eddie doesn’t hear it until he’s back inside, obviously, but when he does it’s like someone ran a whole fucking dagger through his chest.

He’s halfway through making dinner when Steve gets home (he’d actually be done making dinner if the pot of water hadn’t boiled off while he’d dealt with yet another stupid argument), and he drops everything to meet him at the door.

It’s like Steve can tell in an instant the kind of day Eddie had.

“What happened?” he asks as he toes off his shoes.

Eddie shakes his head, “Everything…nothing…I don’t even know. Just…one of those days.”

Steve nods his understanding, and as soon as he’s got his coat hung up he’s pulling Eddie into a hug.

It ends up being kind of a bone-crushing one — that’s on Eddie, though. He’d just fucking needed it. He knows he’d needed it when Steve’s arms tighten around his shoulders and he feels that much better.

“You okay?” Steve asks without letting him go, the breath of his words hitting warm against Eddie’s neck.

“Just tired,” he answers.

Steve pulls away.

“You can take a break, Ed,” he says, and there’s something in his eyes – not concern, exactly, but more like awareness, “I’ll be up in a bit.”

Eddie just nods and heads for the stairs. As he goes, he faintly hears Steve asking, “What the hell did you guys do to Dad today?”, followed by the girls’ defensive protests.

In their room, Eddie makes it through one full rerun of Star Trek and then the first few minutes of a second before Steve joins him.

He notices that it’s quiet downstairs for the first time that evening, and he tries not to take it too personally. He’s always been comfortable in the knowledge that Steve might be better at the whole parenting thing than him (psych degrees and all that), but, shit, if he’s that much better…

“What’d you do, strangle them?” Eddie asks as Steve swaps his jeans out for a pair of faded plaid pajama pants.

“No, I told them that if I hear a single peep in the next hour I’m beheading all their stuffed animals.”

Eddie blinks.

Okay, maybe better isn’t exactly the right word.

“So they’re on verbal lockdown, basically,” Steve finishes.

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie shakes his head, “You’re kind of crazy.”

“Yeah, well, you were always gonna rub off on me one of these days — don’t.”

And Eddie couldn’t help the way he threw his head back and laughed.

[tomurakii]

My last post about bloodweave was pretty negative (though necessarily so imo) so I wanted to talk about the little things about the bloodweave dynamic that I DO like and want to see more of in fic (under the cut).

- the orb means Astarion can't start their relationship transactionally. Gale can't give Astarion blood, and also can't have sex with him (and presumably would refuse casual sex anyway). How would the relationship develop without Astarion being able to rely on the give-and-take, forced instead to just trust Gale will watch his back? Astarion isn't a plans guy, I imagine having to come up with something on the spot (considering none of the other companions are reeaaaally an option either) would lead to a lot more emotional vulnerability as he tries to take a route he has much less experience with. Not to mention that the flirty and standoffish front isn't exactly going to endear him to Gale, who approves of the capable, loyal, and righteous. How long can Astarion pretend to be invested in Gale's wellbeing before it becomes true?

- they both have bad ascension endings, but different natural outcomes. Gale is considered the more morally upstanding one, but in their solo states (without the player's influence) Gale will go through with ascension and Astarion won't. Would they goad each other on? Gale disapproves of Astarion's ascension, using arguments that could apply to himself about the personal sacrifice and loss of the soul. Would Astarion flip them around, become defensive? Their dynamic could mean the power hungry character ending up discouraging the pursuit of godhood, or the two of them hurtling over the edge together. Or, maybe, Astarion encouraging Gale to ascend and having to trust him to return.

- they're the party members with the most life experience, and they're also both pretty well-educated (even if Astarion's law qualifications may well have expired by the events of the game). He spent his time under Cazador sewing (like Gale in his Baldur's Gate epilogue) and learning languages (of which Gale knows four). They have enduring common interests beyond their circumstances. Gale can help Astarion rediscover the latent nerd potential he lost when he died, and lord knows he would love to pick his brain for a first hand account of the mid-to-late 12th century.

- Astarion recently regained hope for his future when the tadpole freed him, Gale recently lost all of it. While act 1 is a continuous series of positive discoveries for Astarion (tadpole frees him from cazador -> ceremorphosis is held off by the dream visitor -> tadpole can be controlled), Gale's life gets worse with time as his treatment stops working. It's a dynamic that could give Gale hope, force Astarion to practise empathy, or put them completely at odds.

- Astarion's all-encompassing desire to reclaim his life could be inspiring to Gale. Moreover, I imagine seeing just how passive Gale is about his death would infuriate him. To have so little regard for his real, mortal, free life? It's a great source of angst, and also a great starting point for Gale to start wanting to live again. Because after learning about Astarion's past he would agree, he'd recognise how much value a mortal life was supposed to have. He'd think himself ungrateful or impolite for entertaining the idea of throwing it away when Astarion would give anything to have what he had. This would lead to guilt, and potentially self-loathing, unless someone was there to help pick up the pieces.

- If Astarion meets Oblodra before Gale's act 2 romance scene, (or for a fanfic plot, just before Gale is confident enough to confess) they most likely won't have sex until the graveyard scene in late act 3 (or the post-ascension equivalent). It means that rather than the fuckfest we so often see from bloodweave fics, the relationship is almost entirely a slow-burning, emotionally intimate affair. I'd really love to see that play out, the progression from semi-horny yearning on both parts as the orb keeps them apart, to two love confessions that are followed by the both of them experiencing non-sexual intimacy for the first time in years. I doubt Mystra was one to hug her chosen, after all, or hold their hands.

I just love a bg3 ship that forces the characters to take different actions than they do in canon. It makes me feel like I'm developing a broader understanding of the characters, you know?

[bokettochild]

Okay, you wanted asks.

What is your favorite headcanon about Sky?

What would he do if he found out he was related to Legend ( and not currently imprisoned and in danger like in that fic)? Would he be happy or sad that another of his descendants had to suffer his fate?

Get well soon!

Favorite Sky headcannon? Golly, I have a lot, but one that makes me really happy is that he and his family are all really good at fiber arts, and while he's not much for knitting/crochet, he is amazing at embroidery. Like, he genuinely enjoys it,a ND he can and will add embroidery to almost any piece of fabric you give him unless it will cause direct problems to do so.

I also like the idea that he tries to write poetry, is abysmally bad at it, knows he's bad at it, but still tries <3

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As for the Legend thing. If he'd found out in better circumstances, with the framework of "guess who's your descendant!" rather than "because I'm your descendant, I have a price on my head" he probably would have taken it better.

I really think Sky wants kids. Not right now, of course, since he and Sun are both dealing with a lot and adding a small child to the mix would be terrible, but they definitely dream of having a house full of little ones one day. While he's a bit young to suddenly be the ancestor to a teenager, the confirmation that he'll be a dad, and also meeting a descendant who's as great as Legend is would be very precious to him. In better circumstances, and maybe stumbled into rather than laid bare in all the bloody detail, I think Sky would be ecstatic after he got past that initial shock of "crap I'm a dad".

Now, it would be a bit weird of course, because he'd see Time being a dad to his descendant and have a bit where he had to figure out his relationship with Legend again, trying to find balance knowing that they're family and thus that he's "supposed to be the adult", but considering Legend's pretty well grown (or at least acts as though he is most of the time), I think, give time, space and a healthy environment, they'd sort of just decide to be friends instead except on the rare occasion where it actually becomes relevant. They're pretty close in age after all, so trying to parent someone only a few years younger would be weird for both of them. Now, if Legend needed a safe person Sky'd jump in, and yeah, he probably gets more defensive and worries ore for Legend than he would have before, because there's no direct responsibility, but I think he'd be okay at not becoming stifling or pushy about it.

I do actually intend to play with this dynamic in the Crown Amidst Courage fic I'm writing, and sort of did the same in the Feathered AU, so I definitely will be releasing content soon for these two (Sky is currently ranking as my #3 and I am getting majorly attached rn LOL)

Thanks for the ask!!!!

[sammorallee]

i don't even remember when i finished them i think several weeks ago but.

meet the Mayday twins // my Veroval fankids

they are both adults! tho im pretty bad at drawing characters that look older that idk maybe 16-17 no matter how i try lol

idk how old they are in hellish years but basically like... 24+,y.o. adults kind of age range

Scarlette Mayday (the youngest twin) — is a pretty hyperactive and cheerful person. They (really) enjoy music, growing wild plants and changing their mind frequently. Like, changing their mind is their passion. Scarlette, unlike Verosika, is pretty chill with break ups and changing relationships (even settled ones), which Verosika is (maybe strangely) very proud of.

Her friends and family would most likely describe Scarlette as a "sweetheart", as she's usually kind and supportive, but when needed, they can show their sharp nature and act like a real meanie.

She does have some "super cool demon powers" as she says. The most important of her abilities is the flexibility of her body and arms. She's an excellent dancer — in any genre, if you ask — and her dancing, besides being mesmerizing, can literally hypnotize, which she often takes advantage of when she wants a one-night stand or something.

Some of her ex partners will say that she is a monster, some will say that they have never seen such support after such a rough breakup (she is a therapist for those who have had their hearts broken by her), and some will say that their relationships with her were the best of their lives.

Scarlett is not looking for and is unlikely to be looking for a long-term partner. Many of their former partners remain their close friends.

If you ask, yes, she was named Scarlette instead of Scarlet just because Velevette wanted her to be more like herself.

Scarlet is faeflux and abrosexual.

She has a tendency to munch on lots of delicious food and frankly, she's proud of it.

Sage Mayday (the oldest twin) — is the complete opposite of their sibling. Although reserved and not particularly sociable, under the right circumstances Sage still makes contact with others quite easily — their nature doesn't allow otherwise. But he does not intentionally seek contact and relationships with others.

Sage wasn't always like this. As his sibling would say, he "hadn't ever outgrown his teenage phase". However, the restraint and resilience in their character allows Sage to make rather cold-blooded but important decisions when needed.

Sage rarely uses his ability, but he is easily able to materialize any objects or creatures from sketches he draws. They have a pet, which, though no one has ever seen (not even his own sister), that Sage created himself. They describe it as "an entity similar to an Earth cat, with three pairs of paws and three pairs of eyes, a fox tail and parrot-like wings hidden under a ton of fur".

They may have a few murders under their belt that their parents don't know about, but it's hard to count the exact number because some of them were committed not by Sage himself, but by his creatures.

Sage is demi-rose (demiace + demiaro), androgyne and omniflux.

They're not very skilled romantically, tho they assume that in a relationship they'd have been an amazing partner (at least that what their mums tell them).

Although Sage can basically find anyone attractive at some point, he's really into transgender girls in particular.

There can be disagreements between the two twins and the ongoing battle for parental attention from childhood (the usual sibling stuff), but they are still each other's main support. Even though it's hard to hurt both of them — Scarlett doesn't care much for anyone's opinion, and Sage often doesn't take anyone he doesn't know well seriously — if it can be done.... One can only sympathize, because they can and will gnaw for each other (perhaps even literally)

There are no favourite kids in this household, too! So Velvette and Verosika both found their quarrels on that matter silly from the beginning.

im pretty bad at creating OCs imo (especially at creating fankids) but yeah i hope this doesn't look as messy as it seems to me

sorry if there's any typos i've got no sleep

[trickingbell]

Sisselcon Reference Page

Opening up my skull so she can fly out like a moth. FIANSISSEL!!!! Below is all the info and a bunch of doodles I have of her! I typed so much...whoops

When I first finished grick, Yomiel was burning me. I cared him so bad. Then learning he was a wife guy made it so much worse. Things happened. She faded into reality because they're inseparable and I can't think of one without the other they deserve to be happy oh don't Start.

Miss Sissel is the CEO of her own contract engineering company! Her half-mechanic and half-business portfolio has made her and her employees a MUST SIGN ON for other businesses. A go to for any big tech project needs!! (Name pending, I forgot to write it down. Let's just call it Sisco Inc). Despite the smiles and sun, she runs her people like the navy and while ideal on paper...Sissel'd character ends up making employees and contractors alike feel like they're walking on glass. On floor made of ice...

In simpler terms, she's a brat. Blunt, whiny, picky and obnoxious since she can get away with it. But she does have a heavy heart of love, thankful for the people who stick around after the initial spike trap of her personality. Which is her "Miel" aka Yomiel. Obviously.

Spinning each other around. Yomiel's got a spike trap too but the both of them ran over each other's and tripped head over heels like idiots. Particular picky people with prickly personalities perfectly poke one another in a perfect way~ They give everything to one another straight and as is which made all of their talks easier and better to have. The honesty and understanding two people like them absolutely value when others are harder to get the same out of. Because of it they completely avoid anything complicated or difficult since they're sooooo on the same wavelength...which is again good on paper but bad in practice. Making situations like her suicide possible, gone over without much knowledge of it. If that makes sense? I hope it does, I don't mind answering questions about the them in my head. HAPPIER NOTE: They're both stem idiots who don't know how to cook. They rely on the microwave like one of the gods...

She's an only child of one mother and one father. And... friendless. For reasons mentioned above, you can sort of guess that there aren't many people who tolerate her. However, post-canon this changes significantly when a Sissel Mix-up happens and she firmly attaches herself to the Jowds. Alma and her don't have many things in common, but that doesn't mean the company isn't enjoyed. Sissel learns a lot about socializing and connecting with people due to her growing friendship with Alma. A real admiration of...so many things Sissel suddenly cares about adapting into herself while Yomiel is locked away. Almost like a beautiful-woman-wife-mentor (Alma will laugh and take the silly compliment)

Jowd had intended to never cross paths with her if he could help it, post-canon at least. Unfortunate. Now that they have though, while meeting under much calmer circumstances, they're unpleasantly similar. Which is shocking, because they really really don't seem like it. Like at all. Sissel is fine getting to add him to her catalogue of people who tolerate her. But she isn't blind. There's a certain unease she can tell coming off of him but chalks it up to the whole... husband in the park and prison thing. Because of the Sissel Mix-Up, she doesn't really hate him for it. Maybe on a bad night, but there's other things she'd rather focus on when she remembers that this SHOULD be awkward....More of that avoiding difficult things if she can.

On the opposite end from Sissel and Jowd....Cabanela is... At the request of her beloved Miel, she promised to not let despair over his absence take up the most of her feelings. She has to live. Whatever he means by that... But she can't get rid of it magically. The sudden relationships she's gotten from Jowd and Alma are pleasant and distracting. This proximity unfortunately means that Cabanela is Around. That despair of hers inches up and makes her bitter at the thought of him. A white coated reminder in the middle of all her distractions that makes her want to give up...but she promised. Miel didn't say anything about anger. If it keeps her alive, she'll be angry. Spike trap made into a minefield. Bombs everywhere but hidden away...for Alma and Jowd's comfort. Without them around though... There's a lot here but this post is already so so long the sun was UP when I started typing.

Uhhh the other suggested questions. Does she have any hobbies? No, I need her to get some I need her to go outside. Likes and dislikes? She has an extreme adoration for romance media of all kind that started in childhood, it's made her ideas of it very fantasy like. You already know what happened to her when she lost her dream future. Dislikes? Cabanela, spicy foods, and a foolish encounter at work. What does she know, if anything, post-canon? Nothing about temsik, but she is suspicious of Jowd and Alma. While she's thankful and very happy around them, it is a bit Strange that she was allowed to be friends with them...and how Yomiel seemed to know them a lot for just one awful day...Suspects some sort of cheating soap opera drama akin to her romance tales. Where Kamila is Yomiel's daughter, and this was all a sham to get rid of him that Backfired on everyone...

I'm alright and okay with any genres of her! No gore though or of her canon suicide. I want to draw it myself one day, so maybe some other time! Suggestive/NSFT? Go for it. I'd also like a heads up though about it.

LASTLY. HERE'S FICS I'VE MADE WITH HER IN THEM Times They Saw Her It's Still A Special Day You Keep Me Awake(Without meaning to)

EXTRA DOODLES AND DRAWINGS I HAVE OF HER

[brookstolemybrand]

Saw this post and I don't really want to respond to it directly because 1) it's old, 2) it's clearly meant to be funny and not taken overly seriously (and I don't have any actual beef with it to be absolutely clear)

But it did get me thinking

Like firstly yeah it makes sense that Sabo would be the real hoodlum and Ace the more respectable one at heart, just because Ace was never even given a chance to be a Good Kid while Sabo actively chose not to be one

We have no way of knowing what Ace would have been like if he'd been (for example) allowed to grow up peacefully with his biological mum without being persecuted for his biological dad's crimes. He was given no choice except to become a delinquent, that was the only option available to him

Sabo had every chance in the world to grow up to be a respectable and polite gentleman, he was given all the education and training and a status that was apparently high enough to even rise all the way up to royalty (as proven by Sterry), but he didn't want it so he said fuck that and actively chose to become a Bad Kid

So yeah, it makes sense Sabo is the more rebellious one, the one who has less respect for authority, because unlike for Ace, for him this was all a choice

Under different circumstances, maybe Ace would even have become a marine like Garp wanted, who knows. Sabo was never going become a respectable gentleman, much less a king

That said, it's worth noting that it's not like Sabo was doing well at home. He was unloved, he struggled fitting the mould he was expected to fit, he felt trapped. He was driven to lash out just like Ace was, just in a different way. In Sabo's case it was about him not fitting into society because of who he was. Ace wasn't allowed to even try to fit in, because of who his dad was

I don't actually think either of them is the more "responsible" one, though. Because they're both responsible in different ways, they just have different priorities:

Like that post I reblogged earlier talks about Dragon sacrificing his personal relationships for the cause, that's kinda what I think Sabo is doing too, at least to some extent

Here's my take:

Ace is the more responsible one when it comes to interpersonal relationships, but Sabo feels a responsibility for the whole world

I mean he IS still reckless about it but well, so was Ace about his own responsibilities

I get it though, this is more about making the point that Ace is not the rude miscreant of the two and Sabo isn't the polite and peaceful one, Ace just looks like a hoodlum (... which he is, to be fair, he's a pirate) and Sabo like a gentleman (which he also kinda is but only due to an accident of birth) but that doesn't indicate anything about their personalities

Ace is the polite one, and Sabo is the rude one. Ace is friendly and caring despite appearances, and Sabo is kind of vicious and ruthless despite his gentle demeanour. And Ace might be a pirate but when we meet him he's trying to maintain stability and order (among pirates, but still), while Sabo might be a nobleman but when we meet him, he's actively trying to start a revolution to overthrow the government

And Ace is the one who stepped up to take care of Luffy and to look after him, while Sabo fucked off to the sea and joined a rebel militia

I just don't think "responsibility" is the right term for the distinction, I guess? Because as I said, I think Sabo is actually still motivated by a sense of responsibility. I mean that was also why he decided to leave Luffy and Ace in the first place, thinking that him being friends with them was putting them in danger, but I also think he was feeling a more general sense of responsibility as a member of the upper class who caused all this suffering in the first place

I actually wonder if it's a thing with both Sabo and Dragon because one was born a noble and the other is a former marine (and son of a navy hero), that they feel like they have to commit to the cause to make up for their origins?

And Sabo cares about this even to the point where he's willing to sacrifice his own dream of freedom to fight for the freedom of others. This wasn't what he wanted after all: he wanted to be a pirate, just like Luffy and Ace, and he could have chosen to follow that dream when he regained his memories but he didn't, because he decided that the revolution was more important

[emathyst9]

...Have I told anyone on here yet that my version of Elizabeth is actually Henry's daughter

I'm not sure what the circumstances are entirely but here's the thing

Elizabeth actually looks strikingly similar to her "mother", who she has no blood relation to, kind of serving as a reminder of the past for William, since he's partially why Mrs. Afton is out of the picture (either he killed her or she left idk I've made good writing for both ideas)

But William is extremely ashamed by the truth of this since Elizabeth was not planned for at all

Not that he hasn't had a kid before (btw he's trans I don't care argue with the wall), but her existence was the very definition of an accident and was kind of mortifying for Will since it was proof of his feelings for Henry and vice versa, so he comes up with this idea

Since Elizabeth was born shortly after the disappearance of Elise, he alleges that she is Elizabeth's mother, even naming Liz after her (though not for the lie he wanted to honor Elise in a weird way; the original name he gave her was Ellis, but of course Liz is also trans and changed it a bit which reminds William of Elise even more)

There's a photo of her in a locket that Elizabeth wears and everything

She's told that she looks just like her mother, and is given this whole dream of someone she wants to meet and get to know, that her mother would love her and that she was so much like her, which Liz is a bit like her, and William really would have wanted them to meet, but anyway

She has no idea that it's just some cover story because William doesn't want to confront his past and imperfections (he thinks it's an imperfection that he made a mistake), though he unfortunately sees it every time he sees Elizabeth, always feeling that he has to confront it again, which leads to his distance that he sometimes has towards her

This isn't intentional on his part either most of the time he doesn't always realize that he's putting up any sort of wall, he does try to be there for Elizabeth, but he unfortunately has his moments where he gets overloaded and unintentionally lashes out

Which he doesn't usually get to reconcile on that even when he's aware and does want to apologize, because by that time, Liz has already left the room

So anyway Elizabeth's only parents are William and Henry, so by technicality, it's more like she has two fathers

Henry is probably the only one to know the truth of this, none of the other kids know (but you know I think Michael would have his suspicions he is pretty smart), and unfortunately, since he believes it would be safer as well, Henry helps uphold the lie even though he wishes he could just be truthful at times

Oh god damn it that's actually really mean because Liz would never find out until maybe after her death and that just makes William even worse oh now I feel bad

[karikarasuno]

this has turned into a whole thing and i apologize. linking the other parts tho in case you're interested: part1, part2, & part3

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shouto has a smart mouth. he never grew out of that trait much to his father's dismay and ire. but he never thought you'd bring that out in him. he's usually so calm and resolute in your presence. but today you're irritated. annoyed. agitated.

you're in rare form, truly. and it shouldn't bother him when he walks into the conference room and you're clicking your pen incessantly. you called an emergency meeting about the budget. seems like there's an issue with the funds allocated to your account so you asked all the department heads to meet with you after the lunch hour. iida was already in there, focused on the open laptop in front of him, and so was izuku, who was awkwardly fiddling with his bluetooth mouse. he was used to their moods.

iida was always concentrated, stern, and serious. while izuku was always a nervous wreck and a chronic overthinker.

you, though, were always poised and polite. smiling and professional in any circumstance. not today. today your mood was sour and it shifted the energy in the room to something almost suffocating.

"hi," izuku squeaked out when he noticed shouto's arrival.

"thanks for coming," you say, absentmindedly writing something in your planner. you didn't look up at him like you always did. that bothered him.

he's grown used to your gaze. has found great comfort in it since you two have started dating. but now you're ignoring him and it's making him feel... fussy.

"what's this about?" he asks as he slides into the chair opposite you. your head snaps up when you recognize the hint of attitude present in shouto's tone. especially because he knows exactly what this is about.

“the budget is wrong,” you respond flatly. “im missing a chunk of funding from my account and id like to figure out why.”

“doesn’t seem like something that would warrant a meeting with everyone. accounting should be able to fix it,” he says that last part in iida’s direction. his fingers halt above his keyboard at shouto’s callout.

“i wish it was that simple,” iida begins explaining, “but the money seems to have disappeared.”

“that’s impossible,” shouto answers with something close to condescension in his voice.

“well, yes—,” iida attempts to continue his explanation.

“only a moron would lose this much money,” shouto says dryly and he hears a gasp from izuku.

“watch your mouth, sho,” you reprimand. anger so evident the room frosts over. he swears he even sees izuku shudder.

but he keeps his eyes on yours, challenging when he replies, “I can’t see my mouth.”

your eye twitches with irritation and his lip twitches with barely contained smugness as the room rapidly heats up. neither of you were backing down. and he got a strange thrill from it. maybe he also enjoyed you angry.

“a word?” you stand methodically and gesture an arm to the door, signaling for the both of you to step out. he rises in silence.

he’s following you down the hall to your office. he can’t help but keep his eyes trained on your figure. not really feeling apologetic for his behavior. even though he was rude.

when he enters your office he reclines on your desk and watches as you quietly shut the door. he can tell you’re practically fuming. your cheeks are flushed, your breathing is deliberate, and you won’t stop fidgeting with your ring. you only fidget with your ring when you're trying to regulate your emotions. he guesses he’s to blame this time.

“what is your problem?” you ask with a sigh. disappointed? no. just aggravated.

“nothing,” he shrugs dismissively, lying.

“yeah right,” you laugh humorlessly. “you calling iida a moron was just a cute nickname then?”

“i didn’t say he was a moron,” he argued, technically not lying this time.

you pinch the bridge of your nose, fingers sliding up to massage your brow bone. you were prone to headaches, he learned. a part of him feels bad now for adding to your stress. but not bad enough to back down. he's stubborn like that.

"it was the implication," you explain, slowly, reeling in your anger through a tight jaw.

you still aren't looking at him. even alone, your eyes remain closed or averted. he's learning that he hates that. and while your eyes remain elsewhere, his trail over you.

your blouse is lavender today. soft and flowy where the fabric ripples against your skin. your slacks are black and they hug your hips in a way that makes his pulse pump just a bit faster. he's quite fond of your legs, especially right now. you're wearing heels. you often do at work, but for some reason your legs look longer today. maybe its the pants. he's not sure.

but before he can think too much about it, his fingers are slipping beneath your belt loops. he spreads his fingers wide across your hips and tugs you into him. he's surprised when you don't resist. given the fact that you're upset with him. but you fit easily between his parted legs.

your eyes don't meet his and even though indignation flares in his chest, it doesn't matter. because his face finds your neck. and you smell good. warm. cozy. when he brought it up to you awhile back, you mentioned a patchouli fragrance oil. he didn't know nor care what that was. just that he liked when you wore it.

"you're being annoying today," you mutter, but regardless of your words, your body still softens in his embrace and your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck.

"i don't like when you ignore me," he mumbles against the collar of your shirt. it's silky on his lips. he smiles at the feeling.

"ignore you?" your voice is incredulous and when you try to move from his grasp his hold tightens. "when?"

"the conference room."

the office is suddenly silent. your breaths even quiet at his admission. he can tell you're holding it, but he refuses to unwrap himself from your body.

"shouto," you say, tone shifting into something teetering towards amusement. he buries his face further in your neck. but before he can get too comfortable you start laughing. your whole body squirms and vibrates as your giggles increase.

your hands find his biceps and with much more strength than before you peel yourself away from him to look directly in his eyes. that was all he wanted really. from the beginning.

your expression is completely different now. your features are no longer pinched with irritation and your lips aren't flattened together. your eyes are watery from laughing and your cheeks carry a pretty blush.

"i just want you to know," you start, hands rising to cup his cheeks, "that you're the most ridiculous man i've ever met."

he pouts. he doesn't really mean to. but it awards him a brief kiss from you, so he doesn't complain. "and for whatever reason i find that incredibly endearing, but i'm warning you now if you ever interrupt my meeting again because you feel neglected, we're fighting in the parking lot."

he can't help it. the laugh bubbles up from his chest and his head falls forward from how completely unexpected that was. he rises to his full height and moves you with him towards the closed door. but before you open it, his lips fall to your ear and he whispers, "if you're giving me an excuse to get you to touch me, i'll take it."

[walkergirlsposts]

I just want to clarify up front I'm not a Danneel hater or a Jensen hater. I don't really care whether they stay married or not. I don't know them personally and whatever they do has no effect on my life so I'm indifferent towards them as people. I follow Jensen for the characters he plays and again, I'm indifferent to Danneel. They do well? Cool. They don't do well? Sorry to hear it but it has nothing to do with me, hope things get better. Just like I would think about any other human beings on the planet that aren't my loved ones. I'm just very blase about it. But recently, I was listening to the episode where Danneel answers 25 questions or something on the DQ podcast because I loved OTH when it aired and I immediately caught onto two things.

One, for someone who supposedly is with the love of their lives and beyond happy, she sure seems to talk about Jensen pretty negatively whenever she gets the chance. I don't know if it's because she thinks it will give her like street cred with the other gals or what, but boy did she come out swinging. That kind of took me aback because I wasn't expecting that. But she does it again a little later, though to be fair, with a little less bite.

Two, I cannot believe what she and HBM said about the beginning of hers and Jensen's relationship. I was floored. Not only did Danneel not sound like she had any remorse for how they treated the people they were dating at the time, even going so far as to justify their cheating, but HBM pretty much says screw them, I don't feel bad for them, and you shouldn't either. Here's the thing I'm someone who doesn't condone cheating in any form, no matter what. Imho I think people should think twice before making the decision to hurt someone else like that, no matter the circumstances. That being said I'm also human and I get that no one's perfect, sometimes things happen in the moment, and it's not my place to judge or criticize anyone else or their relationships/partnerships/marriages. I also understand sometimes people can meet their person in the most inconvenient circumstances/timing.

But holy cow. There was such a blatant disregard for those people who were cheated on, HBM actually showing the strongest "fuck you" attitude out of the both of them and Danneel making excuses. It's like I get that what's done is done and obviously it worked out for Jensen and Danneel in the long run and for those other people's betterment but it made me want to shake Danneel by the shoulders a little.

You have kids who will possibly hear this podcast someday, you have tons of impressionable (possibly young since it's a podcast) people listening, your parents might listen not to mention possible professional contacts...WHY would you say that especially in that manner? It doesn't make you look real, or cool...it makes you look heartless and untrustworthy. And does HBM not realize her husband literally said "Shady" when Jensen talked about his and Danneel's beginning at a con this past year? And how would she feel if JDM ever stepped outside of their relationship like that, as a hypothetical? Has she never been cheated on or known anyone who has been? Which brings me to another thing I wanted to ask Danneel and HBM...Sophia is sitting RIGHT THERE. She even made reference to her past with CMM briefly right before the turn this conversation took. Do they not care about her? Their supposed friend? I don't get it.

After picking my jaw up off of the floor, I turned the podcast off and went about my day but I had to share these thoughts. Whatever respect I had for HBM was completely eradicated. No disrespect to JDM but it sounds like that group of "friends" he and HBM have with Jensen and Danneel are nothing more than a nest of vipers. All four of them. Like how can you be so lacking in any bit of compassion? Or common sense for how you come off sounding to the world as well as the professional one? Yes, we might not have been privy to what happened and maybe there are things about both dating relationships that Jensen and Danneel experienced that we're unaware of but going so far as to justify the cheating? Rather than just saying "listen, we may not have met under the best circumstances but it all worked out in the end for everyone involved" or "we were young and we never meant to hurt anyone but I don't regret meeting him/her" or something? And HBM was obviously trying to help Danneel through this interview, she couldn't give her one last layup with that?

Wow, I'm so glad I've never met any of them or know any of them personally. I can only imagine how often I'd have to have my back to the wall around them. Holy crap.

And sorry, I just needed to tell someone about this because I was that floored lol. If I could have a voiceover that section of the interview it would go something like this: Don't cheat, people. It never leads anywhere good and karma is a real thing.

These are the most shallow people you'd ever meet in your life, anon. I have nothing good to say about any of them, they are all gold-diggers and users. They have no empathy, morals, or dignity. Just the vainest people you've ever seen in your life. I lost respect for Hilary after she started kissing Danneel's ass. Can you imagine? One loser asskissing another? Stay at home, ladies, and quit embarrassing yourselves. My advice to you.

[beeboos-creativecorner]

Speed, Shadows & Hijinks - part 5

Day 9 and the final instalment of this series :( This one isn't much more than scripted dialogue rip. Jinx teases background Shadamy because they're a menace :) And I have NO idea how they got away with calling Shadow 'bro' without him going off, but that's just part of their charm or sumn lmao

Fic under the cut x

"Can I ask you something?" - ji

"Hmm?" - sh

"Who are the top three racers? You mentioned something about it before, and you're one of them, so... who are the other two?" - ji

"Simple. Amy Rose and Blaze, over there." He pointed in the general direction of the petite purple cat they remembered meeting a while back, tending to a gorgeous hotrod-style vehicle, in a colour scheme perfectly tailored to her. "Not in any particular order, of course. When we race individually, those two are the most capable when racing against me. They have a natural aptitude for this kind of thing, I respect that. Teamed up together... none stand a chance against us. Although, that's a rarity."

"Really? Sonic's not up there?" - ji

"Ha, he talks big for twelfth place." - sh

"Surely not." - ji

"I wish I was joking. He talks a big game but he always trails behind the rest. He races worse than a Power Type, like Big. Bad comparison. At least Big keeps up on occasion. Sometimes I wonder if he does it on purpose to mock us, or to be funny. Perhaps he's a bit rusty on his driving skills. Either way, whatever boastful comment Sonic makes, he's surely the opposite." - sh

"Right. Okay. Sure you're not saying that because you guys are rivals, or what?" - ji

"Not at all. My statement stands truthful. Unless he worries I'm getting too close to Amy when we play teams. Then he decides to step up. Interesting, considering he's prone to pushing her away in any other circumstance." - sh

"Why's that?" - ji

"Territorial, I suppose. He's quick to let his original team disperse and mingle, though. After all this time he still doesn't trust me. Especially around her." - sh

"Why?" - ji

"No idea. Our relationship is professional. It's not often Amy and I interact." - sh

"Why?" - ji

"Jinx—" - sh

"Yip?" - ji

"You sound like a toddler. Stop it." - sh

"Stop what?" - ji

"Asking questions." - sh

"I'll stop when you can't answer." - ji

"Then... I don't know why." - sh

"Actual? Or are you just saying that to get me to shut up?" - ji

"No, I genuinely don't know. Maybe there's always so much in the way, too many important things at stake. The centre of our worlds are different. Amy's is Sonic and her friends. My morals, my team are mine. We can only ever speak when we're alone, separated from our obligations. I suppose the 'alone' part unsettles Sonic." - sh

"Wh—" - ji

"I don't know, Jinx. I don't care. I respect Amy. If she needs anything at all, I'll be there. But there's no competition; if she needs a hero, Sonic's her hedgehog." - sh

"She appreciates you though, doesn't she? She talks like she knows you pretty well." - ji

"Perhaps she does. I don't know. Everyone has their interpretations of me and most of them are wrong, but I don't exist to make a clear, consistent impression on anyone. Too much work. That's for the vain and shallow. But Amy... and Rouge... they may be the ones who know me best." - sh

"It's cute. I think she admires you." - ji

"Who?" - sh

"Amy. Well, both of them, I guess. In some ways." - ji

"She's never said so." - sh

"She doesn't need to, bro. Look." They stared across the way to Amy, water bottle in hand, smiling in between sips, sending a little wave to them. Jinx nodded back with a flick of their chin. Amy, clearly acknowledging her welcome into their space, floated over to converse.

"Hey! How's training going?" She was always so perky. This instance was no different. Perky, but genuine. There was never a facade to hide behind when it came to her. Jinx loved that about her: easy to read because her heart was on her sleeve.

"Oh, not bad, eh." For once, Jinx was genuine.

"Good! That's great!" She drew near, pressing out the wrinkles in her dress as she approached. "Shadow... you better not be coming down too hard on Jinx, okay?"

"Hardly. I think... I believe we're getting somewhere, actually." - sh

"Oh, sweet! I was worried I was going to have to give you a good telling off, ha ha. No problem! Anyway, I hate to ask but... I'd like to swap out Big for the next grand prix and I was wondering if Jinx would be ready enough to race. Up to you, obviously. I mean, you are their mentor and all..." - ames

"No. This depends on Jinx. How ready do you feel?" - sh

"Heyo, I know I'm improving and all that, but... yeah, nah. A huge event like that, racing for Team Rose? That's massive. And a load of pressure. I think I'll pass. Thanks for the offer, Amy, that's honestly so flattering but I just don't think I'm there yet." - ji

"Aw, no problem! Just know you always have a place with us if you need!" She went in for a hug and for a blip Jinx faltered, unsure whether to entertain the gesture or not. They did, despite their hesitation. Amy smiled, turning to Shadow. "Soo, do you mind racing for Team Rose, Shadow?"

"I wouldn’t mind at all. Except the Chao apparently find me 'scary.'" - sh

"You know that's just Omochao looking for a pity pass. The other Chao love you!" - ames

"Hm, fine. Not worried about putting your training on hold?" - sh

"Nah, go for it. I love watching you guys race." - ji

"Wait! I want to ask Silver if he'd like to race with us instead! A team of hedgehogs." - ames

"It's not really 'Team Rose' then, is it?" - sh

"No, but we work really well together! At least, I think so." - ames "Come with, I'm sure Silver will be eager to join us."

"Right, let's go." - sh

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blurred lines and lies — 01. a line throughout the years

synopsis. you were always with yeosang, hips stuck together and hands glued to each other. he was all you knew and you were all he knew too for a while, but then you both grew up, one moving at a faster pace than the other. yeosang left you behind to awkwardly navigate the rest of an adventure—high school—without him while he embarked on a new one—college—by himself. the line of being best friends blurred somewhere along the way, and you find yourself crying on the night he promises to be someone else's because you love him. you've always loved kang yeosang ever since the days where he was trying to figure out who he was (an awkward and painful era for any teenager in middle school), loved him ever since his voice began cracking as it's tone deepened, loved him ever since he took you to that stupid and overpriced school dance in middle school despite not liking being in a huge crowd, you loved him ever since he began to become a quiet and reserved man. you hoped to be on the other side of things for once, on the other side of the line of being just best friends with kang yeosang; you realize now that it was stupid of you to ever have that sort of hope. and while you began to calm down, you wonder about what it's like being on the other side of a friendship. you don't know, but you hope to find out as you embark an adventure without him. but you didn't realize what it would it do to you and yeosang, and what it would do to you and choi jongho, your other best friend.

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EVER since the beginning, it was just you and him.

you and yeosang.

yeosang and you.

it's weird, now that you think about it, how you managed to become friends with him. he was older than you by two years so you never saw him at school and you never interacted with him. your mom likes to say that it's because your family moved next door to his family, and how she and yeosang’s mom were childhood best friends and are still as such even now.

“it was purely a coincidence,” your mom told you once while you washed the dishes. “i didn’t know we were neighbors until i walked out at the same time she did with her son.”

yes, maybe your mom was right to a certain extent. you guys did, most definitely, meet each other because of each other’s moms, but becoming friends was another thing entirely. you think it's because yeosang just wanted to have someone around (you know you're right because yeosang never answers when you ask him about this).

regardless of the circumstances, you and yeosang were always together. you guys just clicked, falling into each other like puzzle pieces. at the age of six and eight, you and yeosang would have playdates, one of you two going to the other’s home after finishing homework and playing until it was time for one to go take a bath.

at the age of ten and twelve, yeosang began to grow into himself and you were always there to lend your shoulder to him as he struggled to voice his thoughts. when you entered middle school, yeosang had just entered his final year there. you wanted to experience everything middle school had to offer, your enthusiasm extending over to the overpriced middle school dance. even though yeosang had just grown accustomed to his introvertive ways, he still bought tickets with his allowance and took you to the dance, both of you leaving early—because it sucked—and spending the night over at yeosang’s while the two of you shared a bucket of vanilla ice cream—because yeosang hated strawberries—while making fun of how bad the dance was.

at the age of fourteen and sixteen, you had entered your final year of middle school while yeosang was in his second year of high school. you were starting to learn about yourself just as yeosang finally finished learning about who he was. yeosang was there to lend you his shoulder just as you did years ago. then it was your middle school graduation. you had been feeling sad, knowing yeosang wouldn’t be able to make it because he had finals that day. while you walked to receive your middle school certificate, you heard the one voice you wanted to hear. when your eyes looked everywhere in the gym as you walked back to your seat, it was then that you saw yeosang by the doors, holding a stupidly large bouquet of flowers that both of you knew would die within a week. he smiled a smile so big that you found your heart leaping and wanting to run over to him. it was then that fourteen year old you knew that you felt something for him.

at the age of sixteen and eighteen, you were in your second year of high school and yeosang was in his last. though you were sad that he’d be leaving soon, you were so excited for him. you couldn’t wait to know what school he’d get into, couldn’t wait to see him walk and get his diploma while you’d give him a stupidly large bouquet of flowers that you both knew would die within a week, and you just couldn’t wait to see who he’d become and what he’d do after graduating. you were there for him every step of the way, you were there when he got an email from his dream college. you saw how he nervously opened the email and ended up hugging you and spinning you around from how happy he was that he got in. you were there to help him study for his finals, you were there when he finally went to his first and last prom that year, you were there when he finally walked and got his diploma and finally gave him that stupidly large bouquet of flowers.

but at the age of seventeen and nineteen, things changed.

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[everlastingremorse-blog]

God, robot dreams was such a good movie. An absolutely beautiful film. God damn I fucking loved it.

I think it’s a metaphor for moving on from a relationship. Not necessarily romantic but the romance is also there.

The two main characters “break up” because of circumstance. One gets sick, and they are separated by time. They’re no longer able to spend time together.

But they keep thinking about each other. After their break up, dog goes a little wild and does something illegal. Robot lingers on the different scenarios that could happen. Maybe he (and I’m using male pronouns, though idk if the robot is actually male) gets ignored when he tries to visit, or he gets replaced by someone exactly like him. Your ex breaks up with you and then you seem him (once again, idk if dog is male) with someone exactly like you.

Though, robot moves on from those two. Moved onto a story about himself. And dog is still there. In the abstract. But he dances with flowers.

But they both move on and get changed. Dog starts trying to find other relationships. He does stuff he’s not good at, or find people to help with new things. Sure the people he met there move on, but so is he. And Robot gets hurt. Loses a part of himself. Is taken apart and destroyed. But then he meets someone new, who helps rebuild him. Who helps him turn into a version of himself he didn’t know he could be.

But dog hasn’t moved on. Not completely. He’s waited and now he’s ready to be in the relationship. And he expects that robot will be there, because dog was told that’s when robot would be available.

But Robot has moved on. Not by any choice of his own, but because life is like that sometimes.

And Dog keeps searching. Holding onto the photos. Holding onto the pieces of a person they leave behind being in your life. Until he realizes it’s a fool’s errand. He has no leads. He has no avenues to contact this person. It was time for him to find a new friend.

But they see each other. By complete coincidence, but they do. And Robot can’t help but dream of them being together. Of him rushing down to see his ex. But then what? They hug… but what comes after the big moment in a romance? What after that.

So instead, he play their song. And Dog hears it. And so they dance. They dance as if they are together. Because they are! For that one moment, they are connected by their past. Even though they have changed, they are still the same. And the pieces that meld together still meld, even if they aren’t together right now.

But Robot can’t fully commit. He won’t. He’s moved on, and he’s still afraid to see his ex. They didn’t end on bad terms. They ended because they couldn’t move together. Couldn’t move in the same direction. But it still hurts, and robot has someone else he holds hands with. So he hides. And lets dog wonder. Because that’s an ending he can be happy with.

AND I DIDN’T EVEN MENTION THE BIRDS!!!!!!!!!!

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

I just have to get this off my chest:

I had a dream about Pedro Pascal last night 😭😭😭

He was like dropping me off at a bus station, we probably went on a date that night and it was getting late. Then, a few minutes later the bus came and he was like "you know what, I'm gonna come with you just so I can make sure you get home safely and we can spend a little time more with each other" and I was like "uhhh okay sure" then he held my hand and got on the bus 😭😭

When we got to our seat, he put his arms around me. We locked eyes for a bit AND THEN HE KISSED ME 😭😭😭

and then I woke up lol i got it bad for Pedro Pascal. Do what you want this information 🙈🙈🙈

I will. I will do what I want.

Din Djarin x Reader

Word Count: 1490

Warning, I did not proof read this my friends

Summary: Saved by a silver lining. What should've been a nightmare felt more like a dream, but everyone has to wake up eventually.

You were a firm believer that every terrible event had a bright side. Every storm cloud had a silver lining. For example, yes your father had made a shitty deal with a band of spice smugglers which put your entire family in debt, then he went and died leaving the loan payment in your name, and said spice smugglers decided they were going to even the odds by beating the kriffing hell out of you. Terrible, terrible event. The silver lining? You got saved by a mysterious Mandalorian who somehow managed to change your entire life in the span of weeks. Maker, he was even dressed in silver armor. The universe was not being subtle with this bright side.

If someone asked you why the Mandalorian decided to help you out, you would have no answer for them. Maybe you looked really pathetic when a few of the spice smugglers cornered you in a dark alley on the wrong side of Mos Eisley. Maybe he had just been really bored that day. Regardless, he stormed into the alley like an act of the gods and saved your pitiful existence. Then, the oddest thing, he continued to do so.

The spice smugglers hadn't given up, they sent more after you, and Mando (the aptly named Mandalorian) stayed by your side. For two long weeks, he fought off every single smuggler that tried to kill you while escorting you to a safer place to live. Granted, his safer place had been a little green planet named Sorgan and the smugglers had followed you there to raise hell, but it was the thought that counted. Mando even helped you travel all the way back to Tatooine.

Despite your life being in danger the entire time, you found yourself enjoying the time. It wasn't the circumstance, it was the man. Mando brought you peace in more ways than one. There was something about his presence that calmed you. You hoped he enjoyed your company rather than just put up with you. There was no need for him to keep protecting you so that meant he had to like you at least a little. Mando liked you enough to open up a bit. You knew he had a son, one that was lost to him (though he didn't elaborate on details and you didn't push since it obviously was a painful topic to him), and you had learned a good about his culture-- his creed.

Your point was, the two of you connected just enough that saying good-bye saddened you. To the degree that you were almost disappointed that the smugglers had given up on revenge. Mando had put a dent in their numbers enough that they realized you weren't worth it. Now, it was time to separate and you were disappointed by this fact.

"I can't thank you enough." You wrapped your arms around your body. "Without you, Mando, I..." You chuckled. "It would've been bad." Mando gave you slight nod of his head. "Plus, meeting the daimyo was pretty cool to, I'm not gonna lie."

"Glad to be of service. For both situations." Mando chuckled. Your journey had ended at the daimyo's castle because apparently he knew the man personally, and you got to enjoy a feast. Returning back to your simple, small home in Mos Eisley ws going to be difficult for multiple reasons now.

The droid controlling the landspeeder beeped behind you and you couldn't help but glance over your shoulder at the otherwise empty ship. The suns in the distance were beginning to dip below the horizon.

"Well, this is officially good-bye." You turned back to Mando. Suddenly nervous, you stuck your hand out for a handshake. Mando stared at it for what felt like forever.

Finally, he took your hand in his gloved ones, but rather than shake it he held it tight and walked toward the landspeeder beside you. He used your hand to help you step over the edge and into the vehicle. Mando released your hand and you immediately missed the warmth of his touch. However, Mando caught you off guard by dropping into the seat beside you.

You stared at him, unable to ask the question present in your mind, but Mando shook his head. "I just want to make sure you get home safely. I can always take the landspeeder back." He shifted in his seat an air of awkward energy surrounding you both. "Unless, you'd rather spend this time alone."

"Not at all. I think I'd like a little extra time with you." You admitted.

Mando's entire body seemed to sag in relief and after motioning for the droid to begin moving he leaned back into his seat. When the landspeeder picked up in it's speed, the bubble shield formed around the ship to prevent the course sand from whipping into your faces.

"What will you do now?" You asked. "You'll have a lot of extra time without me around to cause trouble."

Mando chuckled. "I'm not sure. I... I haven't given it much thought." He paused briefly before giving you a small shrug. "Maybe I'll try to visit Grogu."

You recognized his son's name and a wide smile filled your features. "I think that's a good idea."

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Mando shifted once more and you felt his arm rest on the back of your seat. It wasn't a new position. There had been many a night where you fell asleep by a fire nestled into his side. it was why it felt so natural to lean into him. There was no need for further words. That was the beauty of your relationship with him. His presence alone was satisfying enough that it never bothered you that he wasn't a man of many words. The words he did say had so much power over you that it didn't really matter.

When the landspeeder reached the city it was dark, and it only took the ship a few minutes to travel down the streets until it reached the outside of your home. It landed, the droid beeped to signal the conclusion of the journey, but neither of you moved an inch. You shifted just enough to stare up at Mando's visor.

He turned to look down at you. "What are you thinking about, cyar'ika?"

"I'm thinking..." You took in a shaky breath. "I'm thinking I wish I could kiss you." Mando's arm tightened around you, his body stiffened, and you felt immediate dread. You shook your head and tried to lean back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable--"

"Stop." Mando replied. His modulated voice a hoarse whisper. You felt his hand brush against your shoulder. Slowly, his other rose to his helmet. Your eyes widened at the action. The street was dark enough that your vision was imperfect, but there was enough light that you wouldn't be blind. You spoke out, ready to stop him, but Mando sighed. "It's alright. I want this."

With those final words, his helmet was lifted off his head. You couldn't make out details of his features, but you could see shapes. His silhouette was mesmerizing and you lifted a hand to where his cheek was. It hovered there until Mando gave you a small nod. When your hand settled on the side of his face he let out a shuddering sigh of relief. There was stubble under your fingers. You let them trace over his cheekbone, down his aquiliine nose, over his lower lip.

Mando breathed out a string of Mando'a. His unmodulated voice filled with admiration. It sounded like a whispered prayer. Unable to wait a second more, you leaned in and let your lips lightly brush against his. Mando sucked in a sharp breath, his entire frame trembling once, and then he leaned in further to deepen the kiss. It was simple and sweet. Not an action born of lust, but one meant to convey a more pure emotion. It was a silent good-bye. Without words, you were saying 'thank you'. You were saying 'I will miss you'. You were saying 'Please don't forget me'.

You pulled away just enough to separate your lips from his, but stayed close enough to feel his warm breath. A lump had formed in your throat and tears were forming in your eyes. Suddenly, you were thankful for the darkness that kept you from truly looking at the man who had changed every aspect of your life. It was keeping him from being witness to your sadness. You picked up his helmet from his lap and carefully settled it back in place. Before you grew too weak to walk away, you pressed a light kiss to the side of his helmet and then climbed out of the landspeeder.

Being with the Mandalorian for the time you had felt like a dream, but all dreams come to an end.

[manateeteaparty]

Andrew messaged me last week and told me he would be in Maine over the weekend visiting family- would I want to get together? I said yes, of course, he's one of my favorite people on the planet and I miss him tons. On Saturday night he took me out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, got two slices of cheesecake to go, and we ate them at his hotel room while drinking nasty vodka he had bought. I originally didn't plan on staying the night with him, but after drinking I thought fuck it- Maggie is on the island with my mother, and tomorrow is Sunday, so the only obligation I have is sleep. We stayed up for hours catching up on our lives- our relationships, our heartbreaks, how he's coping since the loss of his father, what it felt like for me to be in a coma on the verge of death, our random shit. He asked me about Matt, and to be honest I cried a lot. Andrew held my hand and said "I'm so sorry that someone hurt you like that- and not just a family member who you'd expect it from and are used to- but someone you trusted with your safety. You deserve so much better. We've known each other for twenty years and even though we're not together anymore, I want you to know I never stopped loving you. Maybe it's not the same love as it was in the beginning- it's evolved over time- like a Pokémon- but you are so special Emily, you are truly the most beautiful person I've ever met, inside and out. You have a beautiful soul and you are full of so much love. When we broke up I was unhappy for a very long time, and it took me years to realize that I was searching for you in every woman I was dating but none of them could meet my standards. None of them could compare to you. I was angry for years until I accepted that I would never find anyone like you- there is only one Emily, and I'm so fucking lucky to have you in my life no matter the circumstances. I hope you realize that you are amazing and nobody should make you feel worthless. You feel a lot and that's a good thing! You have so much care and empathy for others. You're such a kind, loving person despite having a terrible life. Nobody should ever make you feel like you're not allowed to show you're emotions, or make you feel guilty or less than for doing so. And honestly? It really pisses me off that someone would claim to love you, yet so obviously only want to use you." Hearing him say that made me cry so much. Seeing his eyes tear up while he spoke and gripped my hand, I knew he truly meant what he said and I felt so appreciated and safe- something I haven't felt in a long, long time. He said, "Let's think of some happy things. What made you fall in love with Matt in the first place?" I told him "He was so nice..." Then I had to pause, and followed it up with "I think?" I realized I didn't remember. He laughed and said "You think?!" And I just kind of shook my head and said "I... honestly, really, am having a hard time remembering anything before last year. Everything in my mind is like a fuzzy blob. I legitimately don't know. I think he was nice. Or at least I hope he was." Andrew nodded and said,"Emily, I hope he was too. But I just want to ask you. If someone came at you and deliberately stabbed you with knife, would your first thought be that they had bad intentions, or would you think 'Oh, I hope they're nice'?" I told him obviously I would assume they had bad intentions. He said "Right. So why is this any different? Matt stabbed you- not physically- but emotionally, mentally- he made a conscious effort with bad intentions, fully knowing the consequences. He didn't make a mistake and slip up, it was a conscious decision. It was a choice that he was fully aware of, and your emotions meant nothing to him. Your life meant nothing to him. If he was given the chance to actually stab you in real life, or start over with you again, which do you think he would pick? Truly. We both know the answer. It's okay that you are starting to forget about him and the good times, because in reality he forgot about you a long time ago, and the good times never existed."

Eventually I fell asleep holding hands with Andrew with some dumb show on in the background. We slept in very late- he had his room for another night- and I went home in the snow storm. On the drive home, and over the past couple days, I've been trying to think about memories of these past few years, and I realized that really the only memories I have anymore are of the past 8-9 months. I've forgotten what he looks like. I deleted all my pictures of him a while ago, and when I try to visualize him in my mind it's just a blurry spot, like a ghost but more opaque. I don't remember what his voice sounded like. I know I used to love his smell, but why? I dont remember what he smelled like. I've desperately been trying to remember the good times we had- or that I thought we had- and I can't. Every time I think "Oh, there was that one time" it seems so distant and far off in my mind I have to ask myself, was that real? Is that really a memory of something I did with him, or was that just a dream I had? I can't tell anymore. The only tangible memories I have of him are the ones from the past 8-9 months. The memories of him telling me he doesn't want to touch me. The texts from the past 7 months. Him telling me flat out that none of my feelings matter. That my feelings are just a bunch of "depressed ass shit". That everything that happened between us was none of his fault, it was all my fault, and my "years of fucked shit", that "he's so sick of this holy crap", that me explaining how I feel to him and how he hurt me is "a bit much to say the least". Just constant invalidation of my feelings, gaslighting, manipulation, emotional and mental abuse, lack of accountability... so much bullshit. These are the only things left I have to remember him by. When I remember him, I think of how he was so dismissive of my feelings, my words, just everything. How cold he was. It's hard to imagine there was any kindness in the past, and whatever positive memories I may have about him are gone. When all of this started last summer, it was so hard for me to imagine that he wouldn't care about my feelings- that seemed so completely uncharacteristic of the Matt I knew. But now its completely opposite. As time has gone on, as he has ignored me for months on end and proven that I mean nothing to him, not caring about my feelings seems incredibly on point. Being caring, sweet, loving and kind- the person I used to believe he was- those are things that seem uncharacteristic now. Truth be told, I dont think that caring person ever existed.

I know I loved him a lot- more than I've ever loved anyone else- but I can't remember why. And it all seems like it happened a very long time ago. I don't remember hugging him, I don't remember kissing him anymore. I remember crying over him though. I remember how worthless he made me feel, how unwanted, how completely unlovable.

On Saturday when I realized that I couldn't remember my past with him, it upset me. But over the past few days it's made me really happy. What I went through wasn't just a regular breakup, despite whatever he felt- it quite literally was traumatic for me. Although I'm already diagnosed with CPTSD, my therapist says she's re-diagnosing me with PTSD from this whole incident. It took a huge toll on my brain and my body. I've realized that forgetting about my memories of him- and forgetting about him in general- is my brains way of recovering so I can finally move on. So I can get back to living my life, and be happy. Maybe in a year from now, I won't even remember his name. And if I see him out in public, I won't even recognize him. I can only hope I never see him again. I just want to be happy and live my life in peace, and learn to smile again.

[sxcret-garden]

Keonhee ღ Solitude [M]

ღ Oneus Keonhee x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~3.2k ღ genre: friends to lovers but not really, smut (soft dom!Keonhee, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, nipple play, choking, multiple orgasms) ღ warnings: alcohol consumption & they’re implied to be tipsy while having sex

Desc.: It’s when his love interest suddenly begins to distance herself that your close friend Keonhee finds himself feeling unbearably lonely. You decide to visit him eventually, and that visit turns out quite different from what you had expected.

It shouldn’t have come to this. You know what you’re doing is wrong, but then why does it feel so right when his lips are pressed against yours, his hand resting at the back of your neck to keep you in place? You both withdraw as slowly as he had leaned in, but the distance you bring between your faces remains small, just enough so your eyes can focus on the other’s. The reflection in his pupils has changed - they’re not dull and lonely anymore, but filled with flaming desire.

“We shouldn’t-” you protest, but you do nothing to escape him when he presses another kiss on your lips. 

You and Keonhee have known each other for ages - not long enough to call yourselves childhood friends, but definitely long enough to know the other like the back of your hand. Or so you thought. You always knew what he’s like - a bit weird, friendly, occasionally a menace, easily startled, and always there when you need an open ear to talk to or a shoulder to cry on. And you did cry on his shoulder quite a lot over the years - like when you messed up an important exam or when your first boyfriend broke up with you. Time and time again the roles get reversed too, and it’s him crying on your shoulder - though he tends to cry over less impactful events than you do (like when the main guy in a drama he watched finally confessed to his love interest). Ever since you two met, he’s always been there in some way or form, and one day you realized that somewhere along the way he must’ve grown up and sometimes he made your heart beat just a little faster. And then came the day you had to admit to yourself that maybe you might have a tiny bit of a crush on him. And from then on he had been nothing but a menace to you, because you hated the way he made your heart race.

That’s why you’re even more surprised that he was the one who kissed you first. It’s not that you’re not aware of how stupid this is, especially without having a proper conversation about it first. But you also don’t want to tell him to stop, not after he already cut you off once. 

Originally, you were simply here to visit him. You know he’s been talking to a girl for a while, and they had gone on a few dates before she suddenly distanced herself. She stopped replying to his messages immediately, she would call off dates with him to meet up with her friends instead, and in general she’s trying to keep him at an arm’s length. So naturally, he came to you. Keonhee would tell you about how lonely it’s making him feel, how not even meeting up with his other friends helps ease that feeling a bit, and he’d whine quite a bit too. You try not to blame him for that - you know he’s the type to whine about unfortunate circumstances, at least when he’s with you. But it does annoy you a little bit that you keep hearing the guy you unfortunately have a crush on talk about how much he misses a girl who’s obviously making an effort to erase him from her life. Either way, you felt like you had to do something to help him, and so you decided to surprise him by simply showing up at his doorstep. He let you in with an expression of relief, and you felt bad for him when you saw how much this whole situation seems to be eating away at him really.

You did what you always do then - you talked, you watched a movie, you got snacks and some soju, and you talked some more, until he suddenly kissed you out of a drunken fervour - or so you tell yourself. Or maybe it wasn’t all that sudden, because he talked about the girl prior to that, and about how he missed having that kind of relationship with someone. Though the two of them aren’t officially dating and it’s not looking too good for your friend, there’s still a tiny voice at the back of your head telling you that it’s not right of him to kiss someone else.

“Keonhee, what are we doing?” You manage to pose the question before he can shut you up again.

“…kissing?” he answers bluntly, a certain kind of innocence reflecting in his gaze, as if he didn’t know why that might be wrong.

“Friends don’t do that,” you say. “Also, what about the girl you’re talking to?”

“Friends can do that,” he argues, ignoring your question.

“But-”

“I’m lonely,” he says, interrupting your complaint again as he sits back, retreating from your personal space, and why does a part of you not like that? You’re positioned on his bed - conveniently, considering what just happened, and what your hormones are telling you to make happen, despite your logic screaming at you not to. “Like… I’ve been lonely even before this whole situation…”

“But I thought… shouldn’t you still be like… loyal to that girl?” you ask, because you think it’s the right thing you should be saying, while also being a bit afraid of his response.

“She hasn’t replied to my messages in five days,” Keonhee answers, looking quite unimpressed and a little sulky. “But I guess that’s okay. If she keeps ignoring me then at least I can pretend I never liked her to begin with.”

“Huh?” His words come as a surprise to you, but the way he apologetically smiles more at himself and then at you tells you that he must really be over her attitude by now. “But you shouldn’t give up so easily!” you answer nevertheless. 

“If she’s given up on me, then why would I keep hoping for more?” he counters with a question. “I guess I miss the feeling of liking someone more than I miss her…” Your friend turns his head to the side to look at you, and he draws closer again. “So… I guess I wanted to kiss you because I’m lonely,” he explains, his gaze wandering to your mouth. Subconsciously, you lick your bottom lip in response, before starting to sweat in fear he might’ve taken that as a sign.

But why are you so afraid of him finding out about your crush anyway?

“That means… it meant nothing?” you dare to ask. “The kiss.” He meets your gaze now, and your heart skips a beat. You hope he didn’t notice you sucking in a breath, but then the next second he cups your face with his hand again, and blood rushes to your cheeks.

“Does that matter?” He sounds very unlike himself right now, but you’re not sure how to reply to him in your current position. When you make no efforts to shake him off, he kisses you again. You hate yourself a little for the way you enjoy feeling his lips on yours, but when his kiss becomes more demanding, you lose your train of thought and simply give in to the butterflies rushing through your entire body. You’re breathless when he releases you, and you feel yourself becoming weak in the knees when he shows you a different expression that you’ve never seen before. It tells you that he wants more, that he’s not done here, just like you aren’t - even though the voice of reason is still trying to convince you otherwise.

“You’re not usually like this,” you breathe, and you earn yourself a smirk from him.

“You like it?” His bold question leaves you speechless. You wait for the next kiss in suspense, until he moves away from you, frowning. “No?” Unsure what has suddenly come over you, you move forward without thinking, and your lips crash against his. You throw your arms around his shoulders as the kiss grows deeper, and eventually you part to give him a verbal response as well.

“I like it.” You merely whisper the words, and the grin he gives you makes it clear that he already knew the answer. 

“Then we can keep going, can’t we?” he mutters the words against your mouth, and once he’s done speaking, he immediately kisses you again. You find a faint taste of the sweet alcohol still lingering on his lips. As your open mouthed kisses become more heated, he reaches behind his shoulders to take a hold of your wrists, and when he pushes you backwards to pin your hands to the bed above your head, your lips are torn apart for but a second. Now hovering above you, he keeps kissing you, leaving you unable to process the position you’re in right away.

“Keonhee…” you call out his name when you part for a moment, but you fail to form any coherent sentence to follow that up with.

“Hmm?” he hums, smiling as his lips meet yours. 

“Just…” You don’t know what to say. You sure as hell aren’t going to tell him about the only thing that's on your mind right now - that you’ve been wanting this for so long. So you stay silent, and you merely shoot him a pleading look, to which he responds with yet another kiss on your lips, before burying his face in your neck and starting to leave kisses there. His soft lips against the sensitive skin give you chills, and when he unexpectedly starts to nibble just below your earlobe, you let out a tiny moan.

“If you give me a hickey I’ll kill you,” you manage to complain, and you hear your friend chuckle.

“Nobody will see it. You can stay at my place until it fades,” he retorts. You don’t say anything to that, and if you’re completely honest you don’t even want to think about if that is because you can’t argue with him, or because you don’t want to. Keonhee goes back to nibbling on your skin, and you bite your lower lip to keep any more moans from escaping you.

You’re supposed to be against this. Instead, you find yourself craving more. When you throw your head back into the pillow, stretching your neck to give him better access, you can hear him hum against your skin. One hand still keeping your wrists in place above your head, he brings the other down to cup your face as he lifts his head to look at you. Half-lidded eyes are scanning the mark on your throat, before his gaze finds yours. Your lips quiver as he runs his thumb over your mouth, and he speaks up.

“Is it okay if we keep going?” The question catches you off guard, and for a second all you can do is blink at him blankly.

“I-… You’re asking that now?!” He shoots you an apologetic grin - it’s that innocent expression he usually gives you after making a minor mistake, or when he feels awkward about something, and you immediately feel your heart melt a little at the sight. The look you give him grows soft, and you nod. Not wasting even a second, Keonhee leans in again, his lips brushing against yours. You lose yourself in a surprisingly gentle kiss, and when your tongues meet, a moan slips past your lips and you feel the heat growing at your core. His hand glides from your jaw to your chest, cupping your boob through your shirt and bra. Frustration hits you once his lips part from yours.

“Let me take it off,” you say, voice soft but stern. He lets go of your wrists and he sits up to make space for you to do the same. You don’t miss the way he takes in the sight of you after peeling off your shirt, and the way he licks his lips as he lets his eyes scan your features. You’d known each other for so long, but he’s never really seen you change your clothes, and even when you were in a bikini, you never saw him stare. Maybe he did in secret, but right now he relishes in the sight before him. Pupils growing dark, he shoots you a demanding look, and you slowly let your fingertips travel to your back. Holding eye contact with him, as if to challenge him, you take your sweet time with unclasping your bra, and when you finally toss it to the floor, you see him immediately looking at your breasts.

“Boys just can’t not look at boobs, huh?” you tease him, and you don’t expect him to crash his mouth against yours in response but that’s exactly what happens anyway, while he pushes you back against the mattress with one hand already fondling your chest. You throw your head back with a moan, resulting in breaking your kiss when he starts to knead, but he has his lips reattached to your skin right away. He kisses the corner of your mouth, and then he leaves a trail of lingering kisses down your jaw and along your pulse. When his mouth reaches your chest, you throw your arms around him. Fingers tangled in his hair, you tug at the strands when he starts nibbling and biting the tender flesh in an effort to leave you with yet another hickey. You don’t protest this time - you’re too drunk on his touch and on the way you feel yourself getting more and more turned on. And maybe it’s the soju too, that makes you unwilling to attempt to change anything about this situation.

He finishes his second mark on you and comes back up to share another open mouthed kiss with you, before he sits up for a moment to slip out of his shirt. And though you’ve seen him with a bare upper body before, you’ve never allowed yourself to feel the urge to touch him, and to run your hands all over his pale skin. But now, that you clearly feel the desire to explore his body, you reach out, and when your fingertips come in contact with his abdomen, he flinches.

“They’re cold,” he explains with a smile when he crawls on top of you again. He takes one of your hands into his, and he brings it up to his lips to brush a kiss onto your knuckles. You’re suddenly very aware of how small your hand looks in his - and how big his hands really are. Without thinking, you take a hold of his wrist, and you bring it up to your throat, allowing his fingers to wrap around you. 

“They’re hot,” you breathe, even though his fingertips could never be as warm as the heat that rushes through your body at the thought of having them pressed against your pulse. Keonhee understands, and as he leans in to nibble on your lower lip, he applies just a bit of pressure. You let out a breathy moan at the sensation that lasts for but the blink of an eye, and you whine when you feel his bulge pressing against you as he grinds his hips into yours. A sense of deprivation overcomes you as his hand leaves your throat to travel south instead, but it is soon replaced by a shiver running down your spine when he tugs at the hem of your pants.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he mutters. “I want to touch you already.” Another wave of heat rushes to your lower stomach, and you watch as he discards your pants and underwear in one go. You’re not surprised when his fingers slip inside you with ease, and they come back out coated in your arousal only to push back in to make you throw your head back with a moan of his name. You whine as his long digits pump in and out of you, and when his thumb presses against your clit, drawing circles onto it, you dig your nails into the bedsheets. You look up at him, and you find him drinking up every single one of your reactions and noises as his movements speed up steadily, until he reaches a tempo that you think might just drive you mad if he were to keep going.

“Like that…” you moan. “Exactly like that… fuck…” You find yourself moaning his name over and over again, until your orgasm hits you. Your walls contract around his fingers and you squeeze your eyes tightly shut as you cum hard and he helps you ride out your high. Then he pulls out, licking your juices off his hand, before kissing you to give yourself a taste as well. 

“I never knew you could be this sexy,” he mutters against your lips. “You’re driving me crazy.” He rolls his hips into yours, and the friction of his bulge covered in the rough fabric of his pants makes you whimper and squirm. 

“Y/N,” Keonhee calls out your name, his voice filled with lust, and it causes hot blood to rush through your entire body. “Can I fuck you?”

“I’ve never heard you talk like that before…” you comment, still a bit breathless in the afterglow of your orgasm. “Of course. Please…” He’s quick to take off the remainder of his own clothes, and you unconsciously lick your lips as you watch him wrapping his slender fingers around his length to give himself a few strokes. Then, he aligns himself with your entrance, and after taking both your hands to pin them against the bed next to your head, fingers intertwined, he pushes in. A feeling of pure bliss overcomes you at the way he fills you up so perfectly, and you can’t help but moan his name. He groans, clenching his teeth at the pleasure of finally being inside you.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable,” he says, and after you give him a quick nod, he starts thrusting. He goes slow at first, keeping his pace steady, but the more you whine for him to give you more, the faster his movements become. 

“Fuck… feels so good…” you sputter in ecstasy. And then one of his hands suddenly leaves yours, only to wrap around your neck in the next moment, and when you feel him starting to apply pressure, you think you’re gonna cum again on the spot. You feel yourself unable to do anything but submit yourself to him, and so you let him fuck you in a chokehold. Before you know it, your second orgasm takes you by surprise, and you feel your walls clenching around his cock. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his high as well, and with a desperate groan he releases inside you.

The first thing he does after crawling off you is to check if your throat is okay, and to scatter kisses all over just in case. You lie flat on your backs next to each other after that, listening to nothing but the faint sound of the cars outside and each other’s breathing, until you finally break the silence.

“This isn’t what friends do… or is it?” you ask.

“Friends can help each other out sometimes, or not?” Keonhee answers, and you hear a tiny bit of insecurity in his voice.

“I guess, yeah,” you say, and you reach out to take his hand and to give it an encouraging squeeze. “Friends do that.”