#I can't believe even through the stroke recovery he's still trying to help me

[xphanuel]

really long sappy post about my step dad

I texted my step dad (sorta not my step dad since my mom left him, but I've always considered him my father) just to vent about everything going on. Last night was really rough for me, I let my brain spiral into negative thoughts and it was like an avalanche until I couldnt take it. I kept thinking about my step dad though, and how proud he is of me, so I ended up not doing anything to hurt myself. He called me in the morning worried as fuck. We spoke and I was fine, and then he said he loves me and that I can do this and I just broke down crying on the phone. I cried to him how unfair it was how my mother left him after 22 years over his family, bc it wasn't genuinely over that, it was over her not getting money from him anymore after the stroke he had. I told him I'm glad she left, because he deserves to be treated better, even if it makes him sad. I cried about how angry I was at her, not for my own reasons, but because of how she treated him. He started crying too. We said we loved each other like 9000 times.

I went to work, and he called me mid shift. I immediately dropped everything and answered. He told me he sent me money. I immediately started crying hysterically. I didn't even ask for money. I told him he didnt have to do that and Ill send it back, but he wouldnt take no for an answer. I guess as soon as he heard our Honda was having transmission issues, he was dead set on finding a way to send money. I'm so fucking grateful. I love this man, so fucking much. I can't describe in words how much I love and appreciate him.

It really hit different. I never felt like I ever had a parent that loved me besides him, it was just weird for me to be close to men after being sexually abused, but as I got older I started venting to him about my mom, he never invalidated me and we got a lot closer. When I left my hometown we became even closer and he was so proud of me for getting out. He supported me financially when I couldn't do it myself, and I'll never forget that. I would die for him if the situation arises. I told him I was sorry for not being closer with him when I was younger, and he dead ass told me "that's completely okay, you're here now. I've always loved you as if you were one of my own children. You were just going through some really hard shit as a kid. It's okay." I swear. I broke. To have someone actually be a loving parent, be proud of me, and cheer me on, that didn't beat and emotionally abuse me? I lost my shit and started crying. I love him beyond comprehension.

My mother always said I was his child despite not being related to him, and she's not wrong about that. Were extremely similar, we have the same sense of humor, we share similar ideologies, and he's been in my life since I was 3. I just can't fathom my life without him. When he does pass, I'm going to be a fucking wreck. When me and my boyfriend get married, we agreed we want him as one of the only witnesses. He really did give me a healthy father daughter relationship that I can't ever replace or replicate. I can't express my gratitude enough.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Star-Crossed: Bound by Blood

Chapter Three

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Warnings: Canon divergent during Chapter 13 of The Mandalorian, serious pining

A/N: I make this stuff up as I go along, if I screw something Star Wars-y up, apologies in advance, I didn’t do it on purpose, but I’m new to this Fandom. I will be cross posting this story between AO3 and Tumblr except the smutty bits. Those chapters will only be available to registered users on AO3. (I’m trying something new for people who want to read here on Tumblr, but to also avoid the smut for minors controversy. We’ll see how it goes.)

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The trip to Nevarro was hell. 

The Razor Crest now smelled like Baast, and after using his soap, their two scents had blended, and Din was going out of his kriffing mind. He'd taken to sleeping in the cockpit, having given up his cot, but it did little good. 

It was like the essence of her had invaded every part of his home.

He'd started having dreams. Dreams of a world with sand dunes and plains of long grass, where towering forests of old wood grew and swayed in gentle, fragrant breezes. He dreamed of walking the rock and sand trails of jagged mountains, of climbing steep cliffs to drink from sweet falls that appeared out of the clouds.

And when he reached his destination, a rocky outcropping high above the world, a cat leapt over the rocks to land before him. She was sleek lines and dense muscle, her coat tawny, darkening to black over her muzzle and legs. Long tufts of fur drifted in the wind from the tips of her ears, and green eyes watched him with a thousand years of ancient wisdom.

He knelt before the regal creature and pulled off his helmet. She padded closer, circled him once, sniffed him curiously, and began to purr. The rumble soothed his soul, and Din closed his eyes as her sleek, furry cheek rubbed against his.

"Mine," he whispered as he reached for her, waking himself from the dream every time.

By the time they landed on Nevarro, he was desperate for air that didn't smell like Baast. A few more parsecs, he may have done something stupid.

He met her at the gangway with a heavy cloak. "Put this on, draw the hood, and try to remain inconspicuous."

She arched a brow before handing over Grogu. The kid stuck to her like glue, eager to be at her side whenever he was awake. It was a relief to know someone else was watching him, but at the same time, he missed the kid's continual company.

Baast shrugged into the cloak and pulled the hood over her hair before laying her hand on his arm. "Are you well?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You have been distant."

"Just busy." He held out a silver bar roughly three inches long. "Extendable staff, at least until the Alor can get you those sabres."

She smiled at him, the light just catching her fangs. "Thank you, Mando."

He tilted his head but tugged the hood farther forward. "Let's go."

They'd landed well after dusk, assuring a quiet, uninterrupted trip through the streets. Those that lingered paid them no mind used to seeing the silver beskar of an unpainted Mandalorian.

The bar was fairing better after the fight with Moff Gideon. Walls had been repaired, and the damage painted over. 

He walked in and headed straight for the back booth, ignoring the eyes that followed. They knew better than to mess with him, and the music stayed lively.

Karga, however, wasn't alone.

"Karga. Dune," he stated, tossing three pucks on the table. 

"Only three, Mando? I sent you out with four," Karga teased. "Did a quarry finally escape the famed Mandalorian?"

"She's dead; body recovery was impossible."

He watched Cara's eyes flick to Baast and down to Grogu, a smile growing as she pushed from the table. "There's the little womp rat!"

Grogu squealed his happiness, but Baast growled.

The low sound set his hair on end, causing Din to step back, between the woman and his clan. "Cara, not now," he said, no explanation, not sure he had one to give. 

Baast placed her hand on the back of his neck, a place without beskar but covered by his cowl. Still, he felt it like a live wire jolt.

"Usenye!" Baast growled.

"Udesii," Din murmured, turning just enough to know he meant Baast.

"Whoa, someone's touchy," Cara muttered.

Mando didn't need this right now. The longer he stayed here, the more twitchy he felt, like something beneath his skin was itching to claw its way free. "Karga. If they ask, you tell them she's dead."

The man stared at him a long moment, assessing, processing before he gave a short nod. "I will log the information myself." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an ingot of beskar. "For your trouble and the three on your ship."

"Where did you get that?" Din asked, picking up the ingot.

"Took it off some Imps after that last clean up." A second pile of credits, smaller than it should be, landed next. "Consider us even."

"Done," he agreed, hyper-aware of Baast's hand still light against his neck.

"And congratulations, Mando. It isn't every day a Mandalorian takes a riduur."

He felt Baast's fingers twitch but didn't correct Karga's assumption.

"You got married!" Cara gasped, loud enough to cause the bar to pause and look their way. 

One long stare over his shoulder had them minding their business again. 

"Baast'mal. Cara Dune, former shock trooper, now Marshal for the New Republic. Greef Karga, head of the Bounty Hunters Guild, and Magistrate of Nevarro."

"A pleasure," Karga grinned. "Is it true wives put off their armour when they decide to have little warriors?"

Baast snorted. "Di'kutla. Anade knows gar ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade kotla'shya."

Din couldn't help but chuckle. "She says, foolish. Everyone knows you train your sons to be strong, but your daughters to be stronger. My woman is all warrior."

The words slipped out, and he couldn't bite them back. Baast's hand dropped from his nape, but only to lower and slide in at his waist, sneak past layers of beskar and again find flesh barely covered. She pressed closer, a low rumble vibrating between them, and Din felt approval wash from her like a wave.

"Ibic taap, Ni cuy' bat Kyr'nakil," she murmured, low enough only Din heard, informing him she didn't like it there.

He looked down at her, into the deep shadows of her hood as she clutched Grogu to her and found her eyes. This place had her on edge. With her Force sensitivity, he believed her, but he wanted to know why. "Tion'jor?"

"Too many bad feelings," she whispered. "There are hunters, many of them."

He gave a small tilt of his head. "Vaabir val olaror par gar?" he asked, wondering if they came for her.

A slight negative shake. "For news of the child."

Din was instantly enraged and leaned over the table toward Karga. "You're taking a bounty on the kid again?"

"What? No! Of course not!" the man cried in outrage.

"Mando." Cara laid her hand over his. "He hasn't, I swear."

Baast growled, causing Din to move his hand out from under Cara’s and block Baast in the same action. "There are hunters here for news of the kid. Get your cargo off my ship so we can leave." He swiped the credits off the table and turned to go, Karga already barking orders.

Din wasn't surprised when Baast's fingers snuck to the crook of his elbow. Or, he wasn't as surprised as he should be. A riduur walked where her mate could protect them and any children they might have. Her position kept her secure against him while hiding them behind a wall of beskar and weapons, handled by a highly dangerous predator.

"Mando, wait," Cara said, blocking their path. "Come to my place. You can rest, eat, and I can see the kid. I missed him."

Baast's fingers twitched. 

"Cara," he hesitated.

"Please. We're friends. Let a friend toast your good fortune."

Another low warning growl rippled from Baast when Cara touched his arm.

"She has nayc staabi!" Baast snarled.

Din looked down at her. "Technically, neither do you."

Her hand snapped off his arm like he'd burned her, shock and disappointment so profound it hurt, hit him like a rampaging mudhorn. 

She took a step in retreat, Grogu clinging to her, the kid looking just as devastated. 

What had he done? Kriff! Why would he say that?

"Baast!" he shouted but was too late as she spun on her heel and raced from the cantina. "Kriff!" he bellowed and gave chase, Cara hot on his heels.

"What the hell was that, Mando?" Dune demanded as they slammed through the doors only to find a deserted street. 

"Not your concern."

"Mando!" She grabbed him by the vambrace. She had no way of knowing how close he came to putting her through the wall. "What's really going on? Who is she?"

"You wouldn't understand. It's a Mandalorian thing." He shook her off and looked for Baast's tracks. 

It didn't surprise him at all when they went up a wall and over the roof.

Din took off after her, climbing as if his armour weighed nothing, leaving Cara behind to curse and swear. He followed long strides for some distance as she ran across roofs, finally leaving the residential district to head into a more industrial area. 

Again her tracks went up, and he followed, climbing the narrow ladder to the top of a tower that looked out over Nevarro. He found her there; knees pulled to her chest, the hood thrown back, clinging to Grogu as the kid did his best to stroke the tears from her face.

"Baast." 

She jerked but didn't move. "Go away, Mandalorian."

"I can't." He went to her and knelt, intent on taking her in his arms, only to have deadly claws close around his throat. 

"You have not the right," she snarled, her eyes piercing him through the beskar.

Grogu huffed and sighed, appearing at once both annoyed and exasperated.

"Nayc staabi. No right, that's what you said about Cara."

Baast snarled. "If you want the shock trooper so badly, have her!" she snapped, pushing him back with strength, causing him to rock on his heels.

"I don't, and she doesn't want me. She would be more inclined to go for you," he chuckled.

She blinked big green eyes. "Oh…" Her hand slowly relaxed until it lay on his chest.

This time when he gathered her close, she didn't resist. "Forgive me. I said something stupid."

"But true," she sighed. "You did not dispute the claim of riduur. I knew it meant nothing but got caught up in my role. You are free to do what you wish with whomever you wish," she sighed.

Din didn't think. He didn't plan his next move. It was like instinct demanded he act, and so he did.

"Baast. Close your eyes."

She did so without hesitation or question as Din stripped off his gloves. The helmet hissed when he released it, causing her brow to twitch. Before he took it off, he wrapped his arm around her and covered her eyes with his hand.

"Din?" she whispered, her uncertainty clear. 

"Trust me," he murmured, lifting his helmet free with his other hand. They were too high up for anyone to see, and the moons had yet to rise, leaving them bathed in shadows. 

Grogu cooed and sat down a few feet away, apparently content to let the adults sort this out on their own.

Din gave him a last look before setting his helmet down and raising that hand to lightly, tenderly, stroke her face. "I don't want just anyone," he whispered, unable to deny what was written in his heart. "Just you," he sighed and lightly brushed their mouths together. 

He'd never kissed anyone before, but he wanted to kiss Baast. 

***

Din woke with a jolt and a clang of beskar as he fell out of the pilot's chair and onto the floor. 

He lay there confused and disoriented until he realized the entire thing had been a dream. 

He groaned softly enough that it didn't leave the safety of his helmet and pushed to his hands and knees before sitting back on his thighs. This trip was going to kill him. The dream had been far too real.

He picked himself off the floor and looked up to find Grogu smirking at him. "Don't start."

The kid gurgled a noise that shouldn't in any way have been cute but somehow still was.

"Hungry?" Din asked.

Grogu waddled closer, arms up.

"Of course you are. When are you not hungry?" he chuckled, picking up the kid and heading for the ladder down into the belly of his ship. 

He was just getting Grogu situated when the door to the fresher opened, revealing Baast in nothing but a towel. 

She jolted in surprise. "I did not expect… you… I…" A bright blush bloomed darkly across her cheeks. Then, she straightened, lifting her chin like a royal, firming her composure. "You have not joined us for meals as of late. I did not expect you and have washed my clothing."

His mouth was desert dry when he attempted to speak, but no words emerged, and Din was grateful for the helmet that hid his gaping mouth. He stared for too long before stepping away from Grogu and his gruel toward Baast. She stiffened, hand flexing where she clutched the cloth closed, but the Zentari didn't back down.

Din moved with cautious steps to the crates piled against the wall and shoved two over before picking up the third and setting it down on top of the others. From within, he pulled out blue silks. "I have this if you want it."

A regal brow arched, her wet hair sleek and sticking to her now brushed the tops of her thighs. "Why does a Mandalorian have a courtesan's dress in his belongings?"

He flinched, having hoped she wouldn't recognize it. "Because an assassin dressed as a courtesan attempted to kill me, but not until after she'd taken her clothes off."

Baast eyed the cloth a moment longer before gliding forward to pluck it from his fingers. "Did she succeed in the seduction?"

"No. That's why she was naked. She made a poor courtesan."

"Hmm," purred from her as she walked back into the fresher, and the door closed behind her. "And you have simply kept it lying around?" she called through the door.

Did she sound jealous, or was he still dreaming? "It's not something a Mandalorian can walk into the market and sell without garnering a second look."

"You were not, perhaps, keeping it for your riduur?"

The door opened, and Din forgot how to speak. Blue silk fell in sleek lines from the golden band that bared the under curve of her breasts. She swept out and headed for Grogu, sailing past him, her damp hair leaving a dark stain on the skirt. 

"I haven't thought much about a riduur." Before now. 

He followed her like a Bantha would a Tuskin Raider, and when she sat to help Grogu with his food, Din came to a stop behind her. 

She looked up, but he knew the beskar made it hard for her to read him. "Is it that terrible? Do I not make a passable courtesan?"

"More than passable," escaped his mouth, his brain still malfunctioning. "But your hair is dripping."

"Wet hair does that," she teased him with a smile.

"May I?"

She blinked as he began to strip off his gloves. "Din?"

"Let me," he murmured, running his fingers like a comb through her thick locks. He sat on a crate and worked free what few tangles had formed before splitting the mass in half. He began the plait high, working it smooth against her scalp and down behind her ear. When his fingers brushed the pointed tip, a shudder raced through her, but a low, happy purr followed. He made it to the end and used a scrap piece of leather to bind the long braid. 

"How is it that a Mandalorian knows how to do a woman's hair with the skill of a maid?"

He froze, fingers full of sand-coloured silk. "My mother," he murmured. "I once did it for my mother."

Her hand closed gently on his knee, Baast reaching back, otherwise staying still for him. "A good memory, I hope."

"One of my only good memories," he murmured, finishing the section close to her skull and swiftly plaiting the rest. Once he tied the end, she turned to look up at him and left him breathless. 

He'd never seen a more mesh'la creature. Men would spend their entire fortune for one night with her. But Din looked at her and saw her dressed in the ornaments of a riduur. Beskar bands for her braids, the cuff that would circle her upper arm and proudly display the mark of the mudhorn, proclaiming her part of his clan. The beskar breastplate that would be hers the moment their first child was born.

"Then, I am pleased to help you remember it." She stroked one of the thick plaits. "I am happy to offer myself to your ministrations in the future, should you so desire to assist me again."

Vital portions of his anatomy tightened, causing him to rise swiftly and step away from her tempting allure. "We'll be in Nevarro soon. I'll see about more suitable clothing when we get there."

He climbed the ladder back to the cockpit, knowing damn well he was running away.

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riduur -  spouse

Usenye! - Go away!

Udesii - Calm down.

Ibic taap, Ni cuy' bat Kyr'nakil - This place, I am on edge

Tion'jor - why

Vaabir val olaror par gar - do they come for you

 nayc staabi - no right

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[creative-poptart]

I'd LOVE to see UT Papyrus, US Sans, & SF Sans & Papyrus"s reactions to their S/O (Who can't see or hear) having successful surgeries for both and one day just being able to see and hear after recovery.

Pt2: I'm SO sorry, but I'd like to add something to the last ask (Blind/Deaf). The Skeles communicated by signing into S/O's hand, and S/O has a service dog that would rub on her leg or something to alert her. Seeing and hearing was something that S/O never really wanted to talk about, because they believed it was impossible. 

Sure thing sweet pea, I can get you the answer to this, this is super cute!! I know the hearing can be fixed, but I haven’t heard of any optical surgeries to fix blindness. They may well exist, I just haven’t heard of them. 

UT Papyrus/Creampuff: He knew how important this was to you to be able to go through this surgery once you had managed it. Creampuff really is excited to hear that you’re able to experience what he and many many others took for granted every single day. You told him how nervous you were as you got checked in and ready to go, but he signed back to you that he was going to be waiting for you when you got back. The whole time you’re in there, he’s going to be pacing, a nervous wreck for his own reasons. Once you get out, he’s waiting for you to wake up, gently holding your hand and signing over and over how much he loves you, even though he knows your unconscious mind can’t process that at the moment. When you finally open your eyes, his face will be the first thing you see, and his voice will be asking you how you feel gently. Both of you instantly start weeping at the new senses given to you, and he’s pressing kisses to your fingers. It’s a very touching and heartfelt moment for the both of you.

“BY THE STARS, YOU CAN SEE... THIS IS... THIS IS SO INCREDIBLE AND AMAZING. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF EVERYTHING SO FAR?”

US Sans/Blue: Of course he’s excited at this prospect that you can finally be a part of this gorgeous world around you! The moment he hears about such a possibility, he’s saving up and scheduling a date for the surgery so that this can happen as soon as possible. When you finally get to the center, his overabundant joy and positivity is contagious and you can’t help but be smiling about it. As soon as you get sent to the back, Blue’s smile falters just the tiniest bit and he waits for you near silently. It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in the doctors, but he knows how much this really means to you. The moment he’s allowed by your side, he’s got one hand holding yours and the other is stroking your hair gently. Once you wake up, he’s got a beaming smile on and you can only take in how he looks in this moment. When you start to cry from how much you’re taking in and just how amazing it is to see, he panics for just a moment, taking it as it being unsuccessful, but you reassure him quickly.

“I AM SO SORRY THAT I FREAKED OUT LIKE THAT, BUT I AM MORE THAN ECSTATIC THAT IT WORKED!! WELCOME TO SEEING AND HEARING!”

SF Sans/Black: There is nothing that he won’t do for you really, absolutely anything is on the table except for maybe murder, but that’s a maybe. To have someone like you be so dependent on the help of others is actually something that he wants to use to both of your advantages. He likes to care for others, and you need caring for. However, when you get this opportunity, he jumps at it. Sure, he still wants to be able to care for you, but your quality of life will increase greatly. He’s all calm and collected when you go in, and he stays that way for the most part when you come back out, though he’s shaking just a tad. Black will patiently await for you to wake up while he watches dutifully for your safety, and when you do open your eyes, he jumps up to your side. You’re crying, he’s trying (and failing miserably) to keep it together, but in the end, the two of you are both absolutely able to enjoy these new moments together.

“I ASSURE YOU THAT THIS IS DEFINITELY REAL. ALL OF THIS, FROM MY HANDS TO MY FACE ARE 100% LEGITIMATE. ARE YOU SURPRISED?”

SF Papyrus/Rus: Your blindness and deafness had never bothered him, per se, but Rus has always been on ultra-high alert because you had less of a chance to catch things. Despite that, he’s happy with you, and he really loves you a lot, supporting everything you want to do within reason. When he hears that you’re going to get a surgery to fix the major issues, he’s happy for you and will willingly be there for you. However, when the day comes, he might actually be a bit more nervous than you, trying to make sure that everything you were told to do before the surgery has been followed to a T. When you head in to go get the surgery done, he’s instantly on his highest alertness ever, trying to listen for you to come back. Once they bring you back out and you’re recovering, he won’t let anyone near you without him being close to your side, literally on the bed with you. Upon waking up, you’ll see his nervous grin first, then hear him call your name softly, which elicits many emotions from the both of you.

“you can.. oh stars, you can actually hear me now! darlin’ this is fantastic an’, an’.. i love you so much, i hope you know that right now, an’ you can hear it.”

Thanks for the ask @an-ironic-cheesecake!!