#his visor is so fucking but he's so scared im.

[satans-codpiece]

stop.....

[tojisun]

OMG ive got smth else for u

Give by sleep token is sooo biker!simon coded ahhh😩😭😭

I AM THE SHADOW, YOU ARE A PASSENGER

IF YOU WANT TO GIVE, THEN GIVE ME ALL THAT YOU CAN GIVE

I WANT TO TASTE YOU BETTER

anon u are too sick for this one now im genuinely spiralling??? how do i move on!! HOW DO I LISTEN TO SLEEP TOKEN WITHOUT ENVISIONING BIKER!SIMON???

this fits sooo well with that one consistent brainworm that wont let me go since it manifested – it’s from when i was answering honey’s ask!!

how a subset of biker!simon is him and you being friends for a while but you’re with a partner who doesn’t appreciate you and love you the way you should be, and simon ofc doesnt wanna just be like “i can treat you better sweet girl” BUT ONE DAY HE WHISKS YOU AWAY WHEN YOUR PARTNER DID SMTHN THAT ENDED UP WITH SIMON HAVING SPLIT KNUCKLES, HIS HELMET STRAPPED ON YOUR HEAD, AND HIM AND YOU ON HIS BIKE AS HE DRIVES YOU AWAY AHHHH

on my knees right now???

the way you’re crying in his arms, pressing your face on his back and it’s a little awkward because of the helmet and simon’s feeling the ridges of the visor dig into his back, but god simon’s trying his best not to explode. trying his best not to just swerve into the nearest empty lot because he wants you as far away from your shit of a boyfriend.

and when he finds an empty park, away from the suburbs and from the bastard who made you cry, simon pulls over and tugs at your helmet to take it off before scooping you in his arms and tucking your face on the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. he holds you close and he holds you tight, letting his silence wrap around you. he kisses the top of your head, breathing you in, feeling his own blood calm down because you’re in his arms now. safe, loved, cherished.

the way when you ask him why’s he being too kind, too considerate, simon bites the words that threaten to spill because you deserve more than a rushed confession. so he just presses a kiss on your forehead and tells you he’ll always be here for you. always be here to help you throughout.

you end it off with your boyfriend that same night, your body shuddering with sobs but god you feel better. feel lighter.

and it’s gradual – the way you fall in love with simon. the way your eyes see him as more than your best friend, more than your platonic soulmate. and you’re scared to fuck things up, but god the way simon looks at you, all adoring and reverent, makes you weak.

the words spill from your lips on a thursday morning when you dropped by simon’s place only to see him tinkering on his bike in the garage.

you’re about to crouch down and settle on the floor the way you had always done before but pause when simon tells you so.

“i got y’somethin’,” he says, blushing just a bit. you watch as he walks towards the cleared-out corner of his garage, just noticing the covered lump there.

he turns to you with a smile and tugs at the sheet, revealing a pretty, pink, velvet loveseat.

“so you don’t have to sit on the floor w’me,” he says after a while, taking your silence for confusion.

“it’s… mine?”

simon laughs, something boyish. “yeah. all y’rs, doll. i’m used to the hard surface but i see you rubbin’ at your ass when i take too long so i got you this to help out.”

what the fuck?

he blinks. the smile slipping from his lips. “i mean, you don’t have to use it.”

fuck. you said that out loud? stupid-

“no, si, oh my god! it’s perfect!” you scramble to tell him, practically running towards where he’s standing. “i’m just- i don’t know- no one has ever-”

to your horror, tears began pooling in the corners of your eyes. simon stares at you in surprise, his face falling as worry lines his beautiful features. you try to assure him that you’re doing okay, but a pathetic wet sob lurches out of your throat instead.

“fuck,” you say, aggressively wiping at your weeping eyes. “i’m so sorry for this, si. i just- i fucking love you so much and i don’t know how to-”

you startle when big hands pull your fists away from your eyes. you see simon staring at you in shock.

“you love me?” he asks, almost breathless like he is afraid of being wrong. afraid that if he spoke any louder, it will lead to you rejecting him.

but how could you ever?

“i do,” you tell him. “i love you so much, si. i think i always have-”

he cuts you off again, but this time with his lips. his big and callused hands are gentle as they cup your cheeks, pulling you closer to him like he still can’t believe that you love him back.

“i love you too, sweetheart,” simon murmurs on your lips when he finally pulls back, your breaths passing through each other in gasps. “i fuckin’ love you.”

so clearly i went fucking bonkers-

SORRY IT GOT TOO LONG MY GOD

[brainrotgoverner]

FINALLY have time to watch an other episode of the Scracthed Universe series so I'm just gonna write this post as I watch it cuz I'm OBSESSED with them:

The way Jumpsuit signaled Fixer to get behind him permanently altered my brain chemistry. THIS is the reason I'm watching this series so slowly, im writing them a fic wherever they like of or not XD

Okey, pausing my 2013 fangirl rant to talk about how GREAT the infected are

The mutilated faces are a basic yet extremely effective way to show the virus. It corrupts their faces, like corrupted files. Because that's exactly what they are, they are in a video game and they are made out of digital blood and 01100100 01101001 01100111 01101001 01110100 01100001 01101100 guts. The faces are unnatural and unique to the character (and even according to game mechanics as the Spy's can hide it), it makes you feel uncomfortable in a way only uncanny valley could and I love that XD

ALSO this moment I'm losing my MIND here with this series-

Another reason I like their dynamic so much is even though Jumpsuit is more comfortable in this environment, Fixer is in no way helpless. Shown in the way how he efficiently held up his own before Jumpsuit showed up to save him from the infected Spy (WHICH only got the upper hand because he was about to backstab him) in the last episode, the way even though he panics frequently and Jumpsuit calming him down definitely helps, he throws in ideas on what to do, fixes sentries and jumps right back up to headshot that Demoman after getting blown up. I like how they both have strong suits in different departments and complete their dynamic. I'm fairly positive they are going to make it out <3 please don't tell me I just jinxed them

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?????? THIS IS ACTUALLY DISTURBING LIKE I'M NOT KIDDING- the other infected were spooky, yes, but this is downright bone-chilling this is WRONG THAT THING SHOULD BE PUT DOWN the only reason I added scared Fixer there is because I genuinely can't handle looking at that thing in full size BUT I might be biased since I was always uncomfortable with hyperrealism in animated horror lol

WHY WON'T IT DIE?????? I mean, I'm happy about the full-white eyes since it's less creepy but NOPE THE EYES ARE BACK JUMPSUIT DO SOMETHING YOUR BOYFRIEND IS SHAKING

To be honest I'm not really sure if the BONKBOT can access the map interface and or if he knows how many people are on the map thanks to his visors or something BUT he is a brilliant character XD he is a perfect way to lower the stakes and sprinkle in some comedy without it feeling out of place

ANOTHER BADASS SCOUT (with AMAZING vocals I mind you) AND HE IS DROPPING SOME DELICIOUS LORE

...what's going on with Fixer?

[madness-combat-confessions]

deimos fan anon here again with another post about deimos madness combat to feed the starving masses. i wont him so bad i want him and his fuck ass visor that i will yank out of my way in order to give him a kissie. i want to steal his jacket and wear it. i want to tease him for being short as fuck and i want him to tease me back for also being short as fuck. i would try to help him quit smoking because even if i think it is a little bit sexy i dont want my babygirl dying of lung cancer. i dont want to have children ever but if he wanted kids on god we will look like rabbits the way we'd have 37 crotch goblins skittering about. i will be his thife (nonbinary wife). i will be his thusband (nonbinary husband). i wish deimos was real so i could stare at him nervously every day and possibly become his friend if i work up the courage to talk to him but never actually tell him im in love with him because im too scared of him rejecting me. not like thats happened before in my life or something. guys help i think im genuinely head over heels for a man that looks like a chess piece help me . every time i see a good fanart of him i giggle and kick my feet guys help me help me please hel

also should i like. start signing off with an emoji combo . like 🚬❤️ does that work (it means i love deimos)

[intertexts]

YAYYYY YOU KNOW DAKOTA BACKSTORY NOW <333 YOU MADE IT !!!!!!

EPISODE 19 + 20 TRIVIA:

- they are all. so very sad. let me play you a song on the worlds tiniest violin

- charlie: "im angling my mic so i can lay on the ground"

- after 5 minutes of just going "im sad" "im sad" "me too" they are FINALLY talking about the episodes

- SUMMER AND DOUG !!!!!!!!!! ohhh i love them they are important 2 me

- the other heroes with summer and doug were fan created!!! the one with black and white hair is Portalgeist (teleportation power), the one with the green visor is Valence (no mention on their power), and then the pink one with the mask is Sleepyhead (sleep/illusion/dream powers) :]

- grizzly: "im glad the water thing worked!! william was proud of me because i didnt rush in and that meant a lot"

- "there is a reason dakota thinks there are three different summers and not just one summer, i think it'll probably come up when we meet the doctor" << HELLO??? i dont actually remember this. omg

- "i hope le frog can finally move on and get over us now. hes their problem now" MEAN 2 HIM !!!!!!

- william figuring out how to neutralize the demons........ woag (on that note he said his original intention was to turn it into a wisp. do with that what you will)

- moving onto 20 woooooo everyone sad again!

- bizly: "i have gone over it in my head a thousand times how i would present her and everything, i hope i did it some sort of justice because every time ive thought about it since you originally told that idea it has made me *this sad*"

- "DAKOTA COLE CHARACTER STUDY EPISODE" << this is such a huge win for me

- "dakota has been very scared to go see his aunt for a very long time. i dont think he ever would have done that alone. i almost wanted him to say that to you guys in the episode but i dont think he wouldve even processed it enough to admit that yet"

- condi and charlie both said they didnt really know what to say in character a lot kf the time but then they realized they didnt really have to say anything, the important part was that the characters where physically there for dakota in that moment

- grizzly: "i mean im sure it was a huge surprise for william and vyncent not just the scenario itself because dakota never talked about it, but the fact that i dont think theyve seen him get emotional like that. its always been sort of over the top righteous anger and never anything this soft or quiet" (charlie: im curling up in a ball on the floor)

- DAKOTA DAMASCUS !!!!!!!!!!!

- they (bizly and grizzly) were a little nervous about how well this was gonna play out because its such a direct real life kind of issue, but they both really like that it adds such a huge layer to dakotas character

- bizly: "i mean, you have this guy- both of his parents were literally killed in the wake of a superhero fight and he STILL grows up with the mindset of 'i wanna be a superhero!' and just this unwavering optimism and urge to do the right thing"

- condi: "i cant wait for us to get into william shit too i reaaally wanna get into whats going on with him"

charlie: "huh? what william stuff?"

condi, suddenly SUPER AGGRESSIVE: "I wanna go to *FUCKING DEADWOOD*"

- grizzly: "i mean william is scared of facing things so part of dakotas whole goal with this was to face something he was really scared of doing to hopefully inspire william to do the same"

- charlie: "i think ive said this before but i think william sees dakota as... making it. into the prime force, as a superhero, just as The Guy who stands out above us all, right. i think he sees dakota making it out of all of this. i don't think he sees that for himself."

grizzly: "dakota Will Not make it to that point without dragging william and vyncent up with him. hes not gonna leave them behind for anything"

- "there are a lot of things william would pry into way too much, i mean its literally on his sheet as one of his complications, but i dont think he would ever pry about this unless dakota brought it up first and wanted to talk about it" aaaahhh the ghostkicksisms

- bizly had said someone had been in the apartment recently, which was weird because his aunt has been in rehab for a WHILE. grizzly doesnt even know who it couldve been

- they said they intentionally kept the details of her rehab sort of vague, they didnt want to get too into the descriptions of it bc that would be too real and too heavy and they wouldnt want to represent anything like that in a poorly handled way. generally though she is there for addiction/alcoholism

- "how pissed would you guys be if we got to the end of the campaign and le frog was the final boss" and they all get VERY GENUINELY ANNOYED JUST AT THE THOUGHT OF THAT POSSIBILITY "bizly i would leave. i would quit"

- charlie: "i have NOTABLY *not* been using a secret identity for a LONG time. because i think william stopped taking the whole hero thing seriously, he doesnt see a point in it anymore"

- bizly says they have already met who he plans to be the final villain of the whole campaign!! theyre trying to guess now, charlie says it would be cool if it was mark (holy shit), grizzly says mal !!!! he thinks mal is going to take the tricksters power in some way. he also jokingly said it would be funny if harlem shade turned out to be the main bad guy because he would have fun playing him as a villain. (condi had to leave early so he doesnt get a guess) . charlie says they all have their own Big Villains right now (wiwi has mal, vyncent has the lich, grizzly doesnt have one yet but he probably will eventually), but he doesnt necessarily see mal becoming THE villain. neither of them think the trickster is going to be the main villain since the whole point of season 2 has been to get ashe back

- GRIZZLY ADMITS HE THINKS MARK IS A REDEEMABLE CHARACTER. WIN !!!!!!!!!!!

DAKOTA CHARACTER STUDY WHOOOOO!!!!!! I MADE IT!!!!!!! a little blood covered and trembling but i made it!!! also jesus i have a BACKLOG of trivia u sent me i wanna talk about so bad... thank u king btw. its so fucking awesome 2 finish an episode & then receive so much trivia about it. fuck yes a little bowl of seeds for me (<- can't stop fucking saying that now!!)

I LOOVE the prime rifterssss i love fan created characterssss theyre so good!!! man. i love summer and doug. yeah even doug. also YEAH the reason he fucking thinks there's three summers is because he has FUCKING BRAIN DAMAGE from ONE MILLION CONCUSSIONS and JUMPING OFF A SKYSCRAPER and being EXPERIMENTED ON!!!!! NKDFKDFGHfgk. or at least. thats what i think.

i also thought he was gonna turn it into a wisp!!!!!!! i was so surprised when it didnt work... my assumption is that they were like, different variants of the same thing, whatever that thing fucking is. which. i guess is maybe not true!! wild.

FEELING INSANE OVER EPISODE 20. LIKE. IN GENERAL. joining charlie in a fucking ball on the floor tbh. what i will say before i spend like, a fucking week sorting through my thoughts & shit is that i do think they did a really good job w/ handling the addiction plot point... whenever anything like that comes up it really is always a crapshoot of like oh okay is this going to be unintentionally shitty to addicts. is this going to be wildly inaccurate. is it going to be ableist. etc etc etc. & i think the vague and blurry brushstrokes that they Did draw were really well done... more specific detail wouldn't have carried nearly as much weight as that description of their trashed rotting apartment & the way they reacted 2 seeing each other !!! wails and cries and throws up.

ALSO, the way his parents were killed feels like such a fucking missing piece slotting into place for his character? i had figured that-- ok i knew his parents were dead & i also knew he'd had.. personal experience with the um. violent and dangerous area of effect superheroism has. but knowing they were collateral damage in that umm. knockoff darkseid? darkstar? fight makes so much sense irt his perception of heroism & not wanting to be responsible for deaths. god.

& ummm i'm feeling fucking normal about "he sees dakota making it out of all this, he doesn't see that for himself." & "he doesn't see a point in the superhero thing anymore" like, we knew that already. but. doesn't make it easier to hear!! MORALLY AMBIGUOUS VIGILANTE WILLIAM WISP WHEN.

i have no idea who the bbeg is gonna be dude. oh my god. its gonna end up being fucking alan (allen??) or something. it's gonna be one of the s5. this is amogus now. anyway. GOOD EPISODE!!!

[lilywily143]

3rd Live-Blog: Ep 5 of Murder Drones!

Spoilers under the cut

hhhhh I'm so scared

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE INTRO IM ALREADLY SO NERVUOS I have the bubbles in my chest dont like

This has to be the tape N found last episode...

Gosh idk what to say yet, sounds like a average tape for the drones?? I'm so scared

No it's talking about disassembling drones :[

The "base form" looks of the drones in the tape are making me giggle

Fun x1? hhhh i dont wanna know

IS THAT IRL FOOTAGE?!

wait,.... it this a faulty look for the AS symbol

RAHHH Out of the tape and crow? there's a crow now

hhhh so many drone bodies

we zoomed on one, don't tell me it's that 4th DD

IS THAT A BULLET HOLE IN THE VISOR?

Oh no they're trapped :[ also it ain't Tessa Jr

hhh that place from ep 2

Restricted Sign with claw marks..

Oh! The teaser drones! they are all flashing the DD symbol

NAWWWW IT'S N!!! He's reading a doggy book awwwww

hhhh J stop being mean. She draws well!

oh N just threw that drawing into a pile of other drawings. Probably also J's

"Naww That's why they're good with kids." N you are presious

oh no a teaser drone

book "Danger"?

A LOT of books are falling

"ENTER" "The Spooky Basement" uh oh

The trapdoor is openeing I didn;t see that before!

N just peaced out!!! LITERALLY HE PEACE SIGNED AND WALKED AWAY!!! UGH I LOVE HIM

A bug!!

"Stab"? THATS THE SOLVER VOICE

"Big brother N"? What??

HBUHUGVUBHHUVGHBJL THE VOICE WAS THE FOURTH DRONE WHAT?!?!?! ANd ugH it was the edritch form for a moment RAHHH

Naww they are acting so sweet thou

HHHH "Climing! CrissCross Apple Sauce!" Stop being cute you monster! This drone has some wiggly movement, she's kinda limp

hhhhhh gross gross blood blood not oil

"Basement now!!! Stop ignoring me!!"? oh nooo

N just keeps ignoring, which is good. Be safe

HHHHH THe drone made her visor get a puppy on it for "Puppy Eyes" jngfakndv

Why are you so creepy and why is N always so cute?!

"Movie Niiightt!" N you sweetie

"sheepish nod" STOP BEING CUTE 4TH DRONE

They are staying close and safe with each other, I'm so nervous

Naww she just keeps saying "Shuffle"

Her head is just so limp? She tried to put it back up but it didn't work...

OOOOO I LOVE TESSA She looks pretty even as the silohete

JJJJJJJ

Naww J and Tessa

Wait why did Tessa blinks sound like a clink of glass?

What is in the reflaction of those wine glasses?

NO DON'T BE SAD J She's worried about Tessa! I knew I'd like J even more

Tessa is such a sweet child She got so happy seeing N that she broke a glass

WHAT THE FUCK?! "when u about 2 frickken die speak aloud ID" WHO IS LOOKING INTO THE FUTURE AND SCARING N?!?!

NO Tessa don't hate the 4th drone

"Seems J forgot to let me out of my basement time out agian"? WHY WERE YOU THERE?!

"Annoyed expression" 4th drone oh you sweetie

NO N is sad 4th was locked up :[[[[

"Tessa James Elliot" Long name

"Dumpster pits"? THE DRONES ARE NOT TRASH >:[

noooo this mom sucks

WAIT SHE THREATHED J AND N THEY LOOK SO SCARED NOO

4th please help out, don't get hurt

N DON'T TRY TO HELP HER NOW YOU"LL GET HURT

N NO COME ON

hhhhhhh oh thank god he's not being devorued, he's getting tickled by crows! Naww

He has a sweet laugh

He calls things goobers LIKE RON!!! YEAH I LOVE THAT

Why did the crows get green eyes???

NO NOW THEY HURT HIM?!?!

He said the ID!

bhaobdvefjn WHAT THE!? THE SOLVER SYMBOL!!!

woah robot crow..oooooo the thumbnail one!

FUCK WAIT THAT SOUNDS LIKE UZI WHAT?!?!?! of course it was something goofy she says

TESSA IS CHAINED UP NOOOO

hhhh J really doesn't want to upset the corprate... Also she's on a rocking horse ^-^

4TH IS CYN!!!!

She's tearing apart dolls. Wow she loves that solver

HHHHH ELDRITCH CYN

Gah J and Tessa are mortified

wait what...? N is in his past body relieving this stuff?!?!?!

"You cute weird weird butler" This has to be Uzi helping out

YEAH SAVE HIS MEMORIES!!

evil ghost witch HAH

PRESENT!!!!!! Oh gosh V is here to

okay so Uzi is hacking them to get memories and important information and Khan interupted XD

"NOT A SLEEPOVER" "It's life or death." THat bug and Uzi are epic

HBSJNLVSHBIFDSJVN WHAT WHAT WHAT DEAD DRONE!!! LOOKS LIKE DD"S WHATUHJSDFBLK BLOOD BLOOD

Nooo N wants to leave the memories....

What kinda red vines are all over the walls......?

Wait... ohhhhhh It is just past N with Uzi helping him??? idkkkk

NO IS THAT V?!?! I SAW HER GLASSES

help her N please... YOU PUSHED HER OUT OF THE WAY?!

noooo J has the key they need...

oh no V V V V WHAT?!

EYE EYE EYE IN HAND

oh gosh back to J and Tessa. J IS HELPING TESSA... by chomping her chain...

GO J!!

They sneaking!

" It's a revolver IDK (shut up, gun nerds)" Oh that's funny

A nice gun for J~

and a sword for Tessa!

oop they swapped

FUCK NO V?!?! HER GLASSES

WAIT IS V IN THE FORM UZI WAS IN LAST EPISODE?!?!?

Uzi really bragged that she killed J to past J...

Oh gosh Tessa and J KNOW Cyn will kill... but poor N...

NO V

"Not creepy! Sweet!" oh N

N you dork

V's wings look silver!

YES J HELPED N!!! J I AM LOVING YOU

WHat did that guy say? It is just way too accented

"Why are you talking like that?" EXACTLY

GO N GO

Bleh bleh body horror drones...

STOP WITH THE RED VINES ALONG THE GROUND

That's a weird version of the Solver symbol...

XDDD N really called Uzi the goof name XD, fuck but he is so sad she got hurt...

N N NO

UZI YOUR BACK!! WAIT SHE"S THE ELDRITCH HORROR NOW?!?!

"and J is useless" oh no V is back

"Is V okay in the future?" "Unfortunatly" DONT SAY THAT UZI

WHAT THE HELL?!?! Was Cyn designing the DD FORMS?!?!

oh oh that's the actual past N?!?!?! HHHHHHH IT"S SO GROSS

hhhhh N stop being sweet and concerning

slkjsanwef dvnk DOLL WHAT

DOLL IN PRESENT SHES BACK WHAT?!?!??!

what she got a button eyepatch for her eye!

NO CYN"S BACK

DON'T RESET HIS MEMORIES!!!

no no no no PLEASE N

"well timed. Giggle" Cyn stop....

RAHHH THAT'S COOL [oh okay that leaked yt thumbnail put me in the wrong direction. It wasn't Tessa with claws, it was Cyn kay]

"You didn't have to-" Shot

Tessa tried again

XD Tessa keeps throwing shit at Cyn and it won't land XD

THE TEASER DRONES

NO J

"You didn't have to see this." No Tessa what happens to you here?

Fuck Cyn can't pick up her weopons XD

"Solver of the Absolute Fabric" Whahat?

NO STOP DOLL DON'T TAKE THE BUG

N IS GETTING HURT NO

"This is the only clue to what is wrong with me!" No Uzi you gave that up to save N SGHDJKVNLBNDSKV MY HEART

Khan your awesome

Past V can't help Cyn with grabbies!!!

N gave V her glasses....

N DON'T LET THIS BACKFIRE

HHH V yes she's back!!!

NO CYN DON"T HURT V

YES YES YES UZI

Naww They [N and Uzi and also N and V] are so sweet

wait V didn't want this?

Nawww V

oop wait V wants to kill for the momery looking

Doll? WHY ARE YOU SEEING PRESENT J AND TESSA?!?!?!

The bug is a key?

oh gosh everyone is here?!?!?!?

[artichokefunction]

the fight is over, and you are the last man standing. no wait- that's not true. there's a cluster of civilians down under the bridge you're standing on. you look down, to assess the situation, and one of them is holding up a gun at you. they all look scared as hell. that's not ideal. you raise your arms, slowly, in a nonthreatening way.

you think it's nonthreatening. the armed civilian disagrees, because he shoots you, in the same knee that you got shot in earlier. you drop down to hide from the small barrage of bullets and also because ow. fuck. your knee. you get a message from the handler, displayed on your visor: [CIVILIANS. DO NOT ENGAGE] and that makes sense but also. fuck. ow. the roadbridge has a decently sized barrier along the edge, to prevent cars from falling off, so you're decently sheltered right now. you try to crawl forward, to where the handler is parked, and it is slow fucking going. you are leaving a trail of blood behind you like a weird snail. and then you stop going because you are ordered to. by the civilian? you make your movements slow, and you hold up your hands where you can, while you maneuver yourself into a sitting position, so that you can see the situation. yeah, it's the civilian. he still looks really scared. and he's aiming at your head now. this situation is suboptimal.

[Are... are you... with them?] he gestures at the ground with his head, and at the bodies littering it.

this guy is scared and he's operating on an information deficit. you shake your head, no, you are not allied with the people you just killed.

[Prove it. Prove that you're not... with them.]

brooo you don't know how to do that. you don't even know what this conflict was about, you thought it would be a quick job. which is why you didn't bring your communicator. fuck.

[PROVE IT! PROVE IT OR I'LL SHOOT!]

[hey! hey can you not shoot that guy, it's with me, thank youuu]

ohhh thank fuck, it's the handler. you're good now- no wait no you arent. she is very vulnerable to things like bullets. the civilian turns abruptly to face her.

[hello, please don't shoot me either, we were called in to de-escalate the conflict in your town. this here is my agent, it was the one who killed all these soldiers who have been giving ye trouble. and our job is done, so we'll be leaving now.]

after a long, tense moment, the gunman switches on the safety.

[thank you. hey dude can you walk? take my hand.] you hesitate, because you are rather bloody. [what? oh, dude it's fine. clothes are washable. that's why I like this top so much actually, it looks like it should be, like, dry clean only, but no it's really durable and easy to clean, it's great.] she pulls you up and swings your arm over his shoulder, and he supports you on the walk back to the truck, and the whole way you are trying to keep an eye on what the civilians are doing. it does look like the gunman is losing his resolve to shoot by the second, which is good for you, because you are in a bad defensive position right now. but you make it back, and there is a space cleared for you to sit down so that the handler can take a look at your knee.

[and this skirt, I found at a charity shop on, like, the other side of the country. and- oh?]

you've grabbed your communicator, [good outfit for today. cute and non threatening.]

they laugh, and they thank you, and then the laugh turns into a cringe when they process the full sentence. [oh, did you think you looked threatening? you scared them?]

[yes]

[why?]

[normally happens. and he shot me. im dressed for combat]

she has a complicated expression on their face, but he sighs like you're right. [yeah... im used to making myself look nonthreatening.] she laughs, and it's not all that funny.

[you talk, also. like human]

[that's true...] he's kinda busy fishing the bullets out of your knee, but she keeps the conversation going. [do you regret, uhh, all this? do you want to change?]

[no. no no. it's just weird]

she huffs a small laugh, and agrees quietly, while moving your leg under the regen machine. you did mean the thing that you said, you don't have any regrets or anything you wish was different. it's just all weird. but it would also be weird if your life was an old, normal way. weird and worse. you're happy to be here and you're happy to be who you are. but you still don't like being scary. it's just weird.

[vincentvalenfine]

For the writer question, all evens go

aw fuck here we go

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen

listen I wrote fic on paper back in summer camp 10+ years ago and while I can do it, im gonna fuckin complain about it (and install talk to text)

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

hmm.... rage. when it's used in the right moment, the depths of anger it relays, the emotion of such tremendous anger is really powerful to me tbh

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

that my work is always far worse than I think it is and people are merely pitying me when they say its good

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

I could do either honestly but I think I'll pick no dialogue, using only action to tell a story is fun!

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

uhhhh idk that i'm necessarily haunted by any writing?? i would consider haunting to be like... a mix of nostalgia and regret, maybe yearning too. can't think of anything that really hits that feeling for me writing-wise

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

i would wish for... ability to focus on writing a novel, ability to edit that novel, and ability to get it published

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

I never lent books to ppl cause I was always the one borrowing them LOL

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

I don't even remember all the weird shit ive used tbh, i wish i could!!! my hand is a fave tho, have used plasticware spoons/forks... receipts are a classic

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

“Doctor Zeigler is just trying to keep everyone healthy, Huntress. No one here considers you incapable, so please don't feel offended when help is offered. We are a team, after all.”

Team is straining it a little; still, Huntress has to admit there are a few moments still clear in her mind when teamwork had flown smoothly, though. She just doesn’t want to admit to needing any help. Isn’t she the one with the fancy cloak and the fancy rifle, the one who’s been helping out? Her problems should be her own, along with everything else she’s brought with her.

She still hasn’t moved when Genji sighs a little, and surprisingly reaches up his hands near the back of his head. The soft hiss of compressed air being released startles her - she hadn’t even realized the faceplate could be removed, and she finds herself holding her breath for a moment as he takes it off, eyes widening a fraction when she sees the scarred skin come into view, his angular eyes somehow far sharper than the bright green of his visor. Uncomfortably, she’s reminded of how Hanzo had watched her. Brothers, indeed. The metal that frames his face makes the sight disconcerting as she continues to stare until finally averting her gaze, mumbling a tiny apology.

“It is not shameful to accept help when it is offered to you, though I can see you do not feel the same about this. I have needed much help in my life, and while I might have once felt resentful of it like you do, I have learned much since then, and I hope you can come to the same realization that I did. So please, eat. It will make you feel better.”

this is from my overwatch fic about my girl huntress and I always did have a scene in mind where she sees genji's face for the first time. tying it in with her trouble accepting help and eating properly made it feel impactful to me, with genji extending some vulnerability to show her that it's okay to be vulnerable and need help. it's a good scene ur honor

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

love. writing never needs to be perfect to have an impact anyway and getting published is overrated

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

google docs, i just name things pretty straightforwardly so I know what it is (like "Hanzo fic" or "X worldbuilding")

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

no prep we research mid-paragraph like fools

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

if it's a canon character I'll go through anything that features them, read their dialogues, lore, etc to help me get as much into their mindset as possible, I like being able to imagine any dialogue ive written in their voice so it checks out. there are some characters that are really Intense to get into honestly, I have to make sure it doesn't affect my own mental health to dive into that mindset, esp with characters that are depressed since I have that issue myself and it can push me in bad directions if I get too attached.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I find Genji Shimada it be very delightful to write for, he has a very wholesome mindset about himself that gives me a good boost of mental wellness like "he can be so kind to himself.... maybe I can be kind to myself too" and it makes me feel good!! also he's so fucking funny tbh

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

I don't recall ever writing in my dreams, but i have definitely taken inspiration from my dreams before! ive gotten characters, plots, some worldbuilding, it's not a constant deluge but sometimes my subconscious just cooks up some real fun, unique ideas

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

I don't have one really tbh... adhd brain forget shit lmao

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

so fucking necessary!!!!!!!

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

im adhd babey i know So Many Thing

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

uhhhhhh being able to somewhat mimic the accent of whatever character I'm writing helps me with believable dialogue? does this count?

40.Please share a poem with me, I need it.

Cat mews at my door/Asking for breakfast early/It's seven am 🙄

[gunpowder-tim]

so sad tim thingy

basically i have always thought that he is (well, was) terrified of dying like so fucking badly but after bertie died he didnt exactly want to be alive so he did all that reckless shit

then he gets caught and the moon kaiser is like im going to kill u and tim is fucking terrified again

then he sees jonny is alive and in the back of his mind he thinks that maybe theres a chance that bertie is too - he never saw his body after all -

and tims fear of dying and the sliver of hope abt bertie push him to do all of that and even though he hopes bertie is alive he kinda knows he isnt and he really doesnt want to live without him, especially now that he has this hope that maybe he isnt dead bc he will forever have that hope - but hes too scared to die so he hides in the life pod

he knows bertie is dead though - and if there was even any chance he was alive? blowing up the moon would eradicate that

so he purposfully doesnt close the visor, if he cant see the world without bertie, he can pretend that hes still okay and still alive

and now hes forced to live forever and see forever, all without bertie

[lavendersb]

Provider

Din Djarin x reader

Summary: Din wants to give you the universe. Making you see stars seems like a good place to start.

Warnings: Smut, this is str8 up sin, fingering, soft!dom Din, service!dom Din, overstimulation, so much praise, i wrote this at 3am so if this is hardly literate im so sorry :)

@maybege​ i have you to blame for encouraging my sinful behaviour 

Din doesn’t know how he survived before you.

Of coursed he coped, he hadn’t become the best bounty hunter in the parsec without a certain level of diligence. His structured Mandalorian upbringing had taught him the importance of being capable and organized, of always being one step ahead.

But the child had brought with him its own unique set of challenges. Din could deal with the bounty hunters and imperial forces, they where nothing new to him. The joys of parenthood however had taken some getting used to.

He was an angel most of the time. Din could spend hours with the little womp rat and not encounter the slightest hitch, but when the fancy struck him, the child could turn into a little terror of angry gargles and twitching ears. The fact that he could also throw items around the crest with his strange magic powers didn’t make these tantrums any easier for Din to handle.

That’s when you had arrived. Offering your services as caretaker and claiming to be a half -decent mechanic as well, Din had hired you almost instantly. The child was almost as taken with you as he was, and from that moment on, Din never looked back.

He learns quickly that you had been very modest about your skills. Not only where you capable of handling whatever the child threw your way, you could also help with just about any problem the crest came up with. Din also learns that you’re not bad in a fight, and on the odd occasion he invites you out on a hunt with him. You work together like a well-oiled machine, united by a common goal of protecting the child. Protecting each other.

Perhaps it was your caring and capable nature that drew Din closer to you than he ever expected he would. Regardless of what it had been, Din has never felt as happy as when he comes home to see the love of his life waiting for him with his strange little son.

This is where his mind has wondered as he trudges through the swampy mud back to his ship. The bounty was on planet thankfully, so Din never had to worry about bringing the quarry near to his safe haven. The safe haven in question, the metallic body of the razor crest, peeks out at him through the trees and Din’s feet just can’t move fast enough.

Din lowers the ramp, and as he reaches the warmly lit interior of the hull he can’t help but pause a moment in shock.

The hull when Din had left it was a state. On the previous planet you had returned to the crest just as a team of Jawas had started to tear it apart. Thankfully Din had managed to scare them off before they could cause any real damage, but a fair few interior wall panels had already been unscrewed and tossed aside. This morning Din had left the hull in that same state. Now it was as if there had never been any damage at all.

But there, in the centre of the hull is the thing that makes Din’s heart clench beneath the beskar. You’ve set a small metal container on the ground, filled it with some warm water which gently steams, and placed the little green child inside for a bath. He watches where you kneel beside the tub, grinning at the child as he holds one of your fingers in one tiny hand, and splashes the water with the other.

“Hi,” you say through a slight laugh, snapping Din out of his reverent staring “we’re almost done here”

Din walks forward, coming to stand beside you and bending to press his forehead to yours softly.

“Did you fix the ship?” he asks softly, though he knows the answer.

“Yes,” you confirm, pulling away from him reluctantly. The child, now wholly interested in the return of his father, reaches out to Din and begins to babble uncontrollably.

“We’ve had a busy day, haven’t we? But you’ve been such a good helper,” You say to the child, and Din watches you fish the wriggling child out of his bath and wrap him up in a soft towel. He notes that the task of fixing the crest must have taken almost all of the day, and having to keep the child entertained at the same time wouldn’t have made it easy for you.

“Mesh’la, have you eaten today?”

Din takes your silence as an answer and his happiness falters just a little. Of course you would prioritise your task and the child before yourself. Sometimes he wonders how you would survive without him.

“I wanted to wait” you reassure him weakly “enjoy my break when the work is done”

“I’ll take him from here, you should rest” Din says, leaving no room for argument.

He takes the child from you, now dressed in a freshly cleaned robe (another task you’ve completed that he wants to thank you for). Din sees a moment of doubt pass over your face as you try to argue with him, but the feeling of tiredness creeping into your bones wins you over. With an acknowledging smile, you kiss the child on the head and disappear towards the nearest bunk.

Din takes care of the last few jobs of the day, content in the knowledge that his love is resting nearby. He makes the jump to hyperspace first, cradling the child in his arms. The little bundle is still warm from the bath, and Din watches his big glossy eyes blink slowly at him, trying to savour the last moment seeing his Buir’s shiny helmet before he falls asleep.

Once the child is safely asleep in his cot, Din goes to fish through his bag, producing one of the fresh bread rolls and a selection of berry’s he bought before he returned. He plates them with the last of the soup that’s left, and once he’s finished his own portion and secured his helmet back in place, he calls out to you to join him.

Woozy and half asleep, Din watches fondly as you float towards the little kitchen set-up. The sleep in your eyes is replaced with excitement as you catch a glimpse of the fresh food on the table.

“Din,” you breathe “you shouldn’t have”

“It’s the least I can do for everything you’ve done today”

Din watches as you happily devour the food. He listens intently as you tell him all of the things you and the child got up to that day. How long it took to fix the panels, how the two of you played out in the muddy swamp for a while before you brought the child in for a well needed bath. This domesticity is something so new to him, but you make it feel easy. Just like you made it easy for him to fall in love with you. He would give you the galaxy, Din thinks, if only he knew where to start.

When the food is finished, Din clears the plates away but there’s a feeling deep down in his soul that he can do more for you. There’s still something else he can provide. As he sees you walk away towards the refresher, he knows he must act fast.

Din crowds you against the wall, pressing you against the panels you’ve just diligently fixed. A hand that rests at the back of your head prevents you from hurting your skull, and Din lets his fingers wind through the strands beneath them. Your eyes are wide as you stare up at his visor, surprised by his sudden movements and hopeful, Din can tell, that he might be about to pull unspeakable pleasures from you.

“Have I taken care of you? He asks quietly.

“Y-yes”

“No,” Din chastises “I haven’t. Not yet. Tell me what you need”

Your lips flutter as the words Din seeks dance around your mouth. He encourages your response by fisting your hair a little harder, not to be cruel, but to ease you into his instruction.

“You, Din” he finally hears you gasp “I need you”

Pride swells in him at your words, and he moves the hand in your hair to wrap around the small of your back and fasten on your waist, pulling you close to him whilst he presses you to the wall.

“Then you’ll have me”

Din uses his free hand to pull at the obstructing fabric that keeps him from the apex of your thighs. Softly, but without preamble his hand dips to your heat and makes a gentle swipe through your folds, groaning when he finds it warm and soft and so very wet already.

His fingers find your clit and with tiny, firm little circles he plays with it to his hearts content. Din feels you tremble and sag against him, enjoying how accepting you become to his touch.

“My sweet girl,” Din breathes, and it’s said so reverently it makes you tremble and mewl just that bit more.

“My sweet girl, you’ve worked so hard today” The movements against your clit slow and you whine in complaint. Din chuckles and shushes you “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you whine desperately, moving to grip the arm that reaches between your legs, hoping to encourage it to move again.

Din smiles beneath his helmet, satisfied with your compliance as he returns to your clit with vigour, plucking from you tiny gasps that draw his hungry eyes to the way your pretty chest rises and falls.

“Then cum mesh’la. Come so I can fuck your pretty cunt with my fingers”

And oh how that filthy promise pushes you off the edge. He feels you stiffen in his arms and pulls you closer to him until you feel crushed by his solid presence. You can hardly register it though, too lost in the waves of pleasure that don’t seem to ease at all. Din doesn’t stop playing with your clit until your pretty moans turn to gasps and pleas to stop.

He doesn’t remove his hand from you, simply sliding his fingers down to trace that little fluttering hole he loves so dearly. He watches your face the whole time, enjoying how slack it goes when the first finger makes a teasing press against you.

“Pretty girl you take such good care of us, but you neglect yourself” he teasingly scolds, pressing into you a little further with his finger and watching you keen at his tone.

“Would you like to be taken care of? Is that what you need?”

“Yes, Din, yes” you nod frantically, squirming in his firm grasp.

He squeezes your hip in warning, before sliding his finger deep inside you. Both of you groan at the feeling of your soft heat welcoming his finger. He starts to pump into you, his pace direct and precise, hitting against that soft spongy spot with each push. Din wanted to give you the galaxy, making you see stars seemed like a good place to start.

“I knew from the first minute I saw you that you’d be so warm and soft everywhere” Din says as you cry out for him “and I was right, wasn’t I mesh’la? Your cunt might be the warmest, softest thing in the whole galaxy”

As he adds another finger, Din swears he’s never felt more whole then when he’s breaking you apart like this. Letting you be tender and vulnerable. You break apart for him so well he muses.

“Won’t you cum for me?” he says, and stars you’ve never wanted to come so bad in all your life. Not just because you think you might explode at the way his fingers are aiming for that spot that makes you cry out in pleasure, but also because you want- no need him to know how much you love him. How grateful you are that he treats you so well.

When you do cum its electric. You reach for Din’s pauldron for support, gripping the metal as you rock against his hand. He feels you soak his palm and groans, shamelessly grinding himself against whatever part if you he can.

He doesn’t pull his fingers from you, instead he massages your walls gently watching you twitch when he rubs that special place inside you. He waits until you meet his eye through the visor, expectantly waiting for him to withdraw his fingers.

Instead he presses his thumb back against your thoroughly abused clit and holds you tighter as you give a startled jolt against him.

“Din,” you whine, and he smirks at how wrecked and helpless you sound “I can’t-“

“You can” he insists, picking up the pace of the fingers inside you “You’ll cum again because I’m telling you to. Because I’m taking care of you, right?”

You can barely nod in response, your body to busy trying to cope with the overwhelming feeling of overstimulation. Din gazes at your face, taken by the way your brows pinch and fat tears fill your waterline and weigh down your eyelashes. 

The sight of you has him desperate, and he removes the hand from around your waist, using his torso to pin you to the wall so you don’t collapse. He tugs the cowl away from his neck to expose the tanned skin of his neck. You don’t need his instruction to know what to do next, and with what little energy left in your body, you lean forward to press messy, fluttering kisses to the skin over his pulse.

Din grunts, truly blissed out by the feeling of you on him doubles his assault on your sensitive heat. He barely hears your gasping warning before he feels you come utterly undone against him. Your cunt squeezes his fingers so tightly, and he makes sure to tell you that, though he’s not sure you can hear him. Your face is still pressed against his neck, breathing against him, and he swears he feels a wet tear drop against his skin.

“I love you, sweet girl” he says, pulling his fingers from you softly.

The hum that comes from your heavy, satisfied, and sleepy body tells him he’s done his job well. He lets himself feel proud. Upstairs, his child sleeps soundly in his crib. Well protected and well loved. Here, in his arms, lays his love. Soon she’ll be asleep in their shared bed, and Din will find himself wondering how he was blessed with such a wonderful and loving partner.

[keigosbirdie]

I love your way of writing and despite language barriers (German potato) I can read your texts well and fluently! ♡ you can tell that you put a lot of work into it and I don't have to start with your drawings they are awesome !! ♡♡ my first fail question was answered nicely by you ♡ I wanted to ask if you can give my day a good start with a few lovely words from Hawks in your style so that I can go to work motivated ♡

Thank you so much !! Ahh! Im so happy you could read my story despite the language barrior! I try to write bluntly, so to speak- to the point, you know? Im glad my style of writing works for you!! A few words from hawks? Well, since you sent me such a sweet message I wrote something for you! Its short and I wrote it on my breaks at work so i hope its okay ;u;

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Morning Coffee

The morning was cold. Flecks of snow fell lazily from the blackened sky above you, so you pulled your scarf up over your nose to keep warm. You were alone at the train station, just like every morning before. The world was engulfed in darkness beyond the reach of the buzzing lights above you. Used to, the dark of early morning felt ominous and frightening. Especially walking in it alone to the station, but it became a comfort when it became familiar. The rest of the world was excluded from your early morning train rides to work. It was the only time of day that truly belonged to you. When you thought of it that way, the blackness all around you felt more like a protective blanket from the world beyond it than something to be feared.

But it was still lonely.

You clasped your coffee cup tightly in your palms as you waited for the train. Well, it wasn't your coffee cup. Your favorite thermos was forgotten on the counter in the rush of the morning. Your only alternative was a paper cup filled with whatever elixir the gas station peddled you that morning. It helped warm you against the chill of winter, but it did little for your soul.

You clasped your coffee a little tighter and glanced up at the world above it's brim. It was so early in the morning in your rural town that you were the soul occupant of the train station. There was no casual chatter of strangers or the shuffling of other people living their lives separate from yours. There was only you and the faint buzz of the lights above you.

The loneliness was an excuse for your mind to wander to thoughts of those close to you. Close, but not close enough. Friends you only saw during friday outings. Your mother, who lived a few hours away. Your husband, who moved in with you just a week prior, but it hardly felt like it. He had little time for domestic bliss in the midst of his own busy troubles. It was fine, you were incredibly busy yourself, and just having him there more often was a comfort.

The memory of the night before warmed your core up better than your cup. He came home a little early, and you stayed up way past bed time to build a pillow fort, per your request. The rest of the night you laid together in the makeshift hovel. His familiar voice filled the tiny space with gentle, nostalgic words that set sparklers off in your chest.

He was still in bed when you awoke for work, which made leaving even more difficult. It took several minutes of mental preparation to climb out from beneath his warm plumage, and he chirped and rolled in his sleep at the loss of your warmth. You decided not to wake him, —sleep was a rare luxury for the overworked hero— so you left with a worldless kiss and a note on the fridge. It made standing alone at the station all the more bitter, though, knowing he was at home keeping the sheets warm.

Your chest quaked gently under the weight of your loneliness, but only for a moment before you straightened your back out to stand a little taller. It would be fine. You'd be home again after your shift, and you'd see him again when he eventually made it home after his.

You reached into your coat pocket and fingered the top of an aluminum can. It was also coffee, but his coffee. The too sweet, triple shot canned stuff he sipped on to get through the day. You'd buy one for him when you stopped by a gas station. And sometimes for yourself, simply because the shiny yellow can on your desk gifted you with thoughts of him through the day.

"It's quiet out here," a voice resonated from behind you. Right behind you.

"F-Fuck!" You jolted. The paper coffee cup that'd been comforting you was crushed in your startled fist. What little was left of the hot liquid gushed out and burned the knuckle of your thumb.

The redness on your hand was pale in comparison to the flush of your cheeks, however, when you realized who'd landed behind you. Hawks. The man you'd abandoned in bed. He was dressed for patrol in his hero get up. He lifted that yellow visor of his atop his head, the same one that sat on your bedside table at night. He looked down at you apologetically. His wings folded tight against his back as if to make himself appear smaller; less threatening.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you-"

"Oh, no, you're fine-" you blurted as you straightened yourself out and rubbed the ache of your hand against your thigh. "You just startled me, Jesus, why don't your wings make any sound when you come swooping in? At least give a gal a warning."

He offered the smallest smile.

"I wanted to catch you before I took off," he said, though his expression was still a bit solemn as he eyed the hand you'd burned. "You left your thermos on the counter."

He reached into his thick jacket and pulled the thing from his pocket. You blinked, and you suddenly didn't feel cold anymore. With a long, contented hum you dropped the crumpled paper cup into the can behind you, and then he placed your thermos into the cradle your hands made. The metal was hot. He must have made you a fresh cup.

The gesture shook you just a little. He'd been in your life since you were children—he grew up to be your husband, for God's sake—but you never stood beside him in a public place. He was too protective, and the thought of you being outed as his spouse brought on his anxieties. Yes, the eagle eyes of strangers always made him nervous when it came to you, but there wasn't another soul in sight that morning.

"You'd risk being seen with me just to bring me my coffee?" You pondered as you popped off the cap and breathed in the familiar, healing aroma of your favorite brew.

"And to get my goodbye, since you ran off without one. I was worried," he added. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't lose his playful grin when he tacked, "You butthole," onto the end of his sentence.

You snorted at his childish insult. It was so like him to peck at you gently. "You never get any sleep- I was trying to be nice! And you know when I leave for work, Birdbrain. I even left you a note on the fridge."

"Ah, I didn't see it," he said. His gloved hand scratched at the back of his head as he tried to hide his small tinge of embarrassment. He came to bring you coffee, yes, but he also came just to double extra check that you were safely on your way to work and not a corpse in a ditch somewhere. "Sorry."

He worried. A lot. It was one of those things he was trying to work on, but it didn't bother you as much as he thought it did. He lived a treacherous life. The secrecy around your relationship and the anxiety he harbored for your safety always made sense to you.

A small cloud expelled from your lips as you let out the smallest laugh. "Don't be. I'm glad you came. Waiting out here is the crummiest part of the day, usually. Company is nice, especially if its yours."

His face softened. His lips quirked up into the faintest of grins, and his narrow eyes crinkled gently at their dark corners. It was the same smile that made your heart flutter when you were a little girl. His face was rounder and a bit more pudgy, then. His eyes were dowey, his voice was high, and he'd yet to be ripped apart and put back together into someone else. That little boy faded more and more as years and hardships passed, but you still saw him every time Hawks wore his smile.

"It is pretty cold," he said, and a wing unfurled from behind him. It draped around you like a heavy coat, battling away the chill in the air. Your smile grew a little wider as you stepped into him.

You fingered the edge of the can in your pocket before pulling it free from the confines of your coat.

"Here. We can have a little coffee before my train gets here," you offered.

His head tilted at the offering, as if startled by it. But then he took it graciously from your hands. You huddled close together under the canopy of his wings to keep warm as you nursed the edges of your drinks. Soon your train would come, and he would fly off into the darkness that became so familiar to you. You'd be on the tram alone once again, but the warmth of your thermos would keep you good company the rest of the way to the commission.

"Thank you," you managed to say. You were huddled so close together you could feel the fur trim of his coat brush against your cheeks. Warm puffs of your intermingling breaths chased the cold away from your cheeks and the loneliness from your once tight chest.

"For the coffee?" He asked before taking a noisy sip from his own elixir. "I knew you'd be lost without it."

"For everything."

[ive-been-quested]

Request for @ironbabey, im sorry it took so long! Life's been hectic and I wanted to make it good and not rush it. Hope you enjoy :)

An angsty fic, insert reader no y/n and im pretty sure its gender neutral!

Warnings: mentions of injury and blood, angst, Mando is angry acts like a Scary Man™ at first but he doesn't do anything drastic

You had never, in all your time of knowing Mando, seen him well and truly angry. Not like this. Not angry enough to tear through everything in his path. Not enough to be yelling. He never raises his voice, always keeps it low and firm and steady, especially around you.

"You just fucking /left/. I didn't know where you were, or if you were safe, I knew-" he knocks over a chair, unaware of how much space he takes up in this small kitchen, "-fucking /nothing/!"

Cara has appeared somewhere from another room, attempting to diffuse the situation, if only to salvage her kitchen furniture.

You weren't scared of him. You had a blaster that you were well versed in using if it came that, though you doubted it would. You were just furious.

"Mando, stop-"

"You just left! You were injured and you left, the kid was terrified, he's cried every night since you've been gone!"

"Last time I checked, I wasn't obligated to tell you what I was doing or where I was going-"

"Guys-" Cara tried

"You could have been /dead/, or bleeding out somewhere and I would never have known!"

"QUIET" Cara's voice broke through the onslaught of chaos and the two of you fell silent. "You people really need to get your shit together, okay? Stop yelling for two kriffing minutes!"

Mando's visibly heaving under his armor, and you notice your hand hovering where you keep your blaster on your thigh.

"You're going to /talk/ about this, and im gonna take the kid and leave you to it, ok? But you have to promise not to kill each other". Neither of you answer her, so she takes her leave.

It was you who broke the silence, as usual.

"You should leave."

"No." He's basically growling. You can't tell its to cover up the waver that threatens to break through.

Your eyes don't leave his visor, hoping half-heartedly that you could intimidate him into giving in.

"No, of course not," you sighed. "Stubborn asshole."

He knows he should stop. You have every right to be mad at him right now, even scared, with the way he was yelling and pushing things and generally being intimidating just moments ago. But you show no signs of fear, as always. Always so stupidly brave. He would never hurt you, but others would. And have, he thinks, as his eyes fall to your bandaged side. An image of fresh blood and grunts of pain and trembling hands flash through his thoughts before his eyes clench shut and he tries to turn his attention back to your face.

"I'm sorry." Its all he can think to say, all he /wants/ to say, now that the dust is settling. It feels like too much and not enough all at once.

"For what? For treating me like a child? For getting mad at me for, I don't know, doing my job and protecting the kid?"

"You were being reckless, you could have died-"

"I was doing. My. Job. You told me when I first came on that the kid is our top priority. I agreed. I made sure he was safe, Mando".

It was the truth. Maybe you were reckless. Maybe there was a better way of getting the kid out of range of that asshole's bullet. But when things happen fast you do stupid shit, right? Like jumping infront of a bullet to stop it?

You couldn't admit that it was stupid, because then you'd have to admit that you didn't always care if you got hurt, or that you kinda just wanted to know if Mando would give a shit.

"That was before."

"Before what?" You demanded, fists clenched and jaw tight.

"The nightmares." You've never heard him so exasperated. "You bleed out in every nightmare I have."

You don't know what to say. You can imagine that pain; you imagine him bleeding out infront of you enough to know that it feels like hell, feels like being crushed under the weight of the whole galaxy at once. But he can't possibly feel the same way about you, right?

"I try to stop it-" his voice breaks. No, it doesn't. It can't. Not Din. "I do everything i can. It's not enough".

"Din-" his true name bounces off your lips in an unprecedented moment of sincerity.

"I can't stop that much blood." You definitely hear his voice waver now, and your throat closes in at the sound. /fuck/. You never even considered, never thought it was possible, for him to worry like this. Not about you, at least.

He's defeated. His greatest weakness is revealed. /You/. He could say so much more but it wouldn't make a difference. He could have made up so many excuses; how the kid would miss you, how he wants you so badly to hug him every night, and it wouldn't have even been a lie. But it wouldn't have been the whole truth either, would it? No. You were too damn smart for that.

The truth was this: losing you would be a big enough wound to ruin him. The kind of wound that festers, rot taking him slowly, creeping into every vein, every breath, into the very marrow of his bones.

He didn't know how to say this. He says 'I'm sorry,' and the breath is still caught in your throat so he says it again, and again, until you finally remember how to exhale and shoot up and wrap your arms around the cold metal of his body. And then you are shaking with the effort of silencing a sob.

"I love you," you whisper. "I can't help it. I didn't want to. It hurts."

"Why? Why does it hurt?"

"Because I can't imagine you think the same of me."

"Of course I do. I am not metal all the way through," He chuckles softly and the sound melts the tension lingering in your body.

"Then say it. Please?"

He thinks he might choke on the words but he complies anyway.

"I love you," he says. "I love you, I love you."

[scorpioxsith]

Don’t you agree?

I was totally on my bullshit after watching Chapter 13 last night, I smoked a joint and, god damn I was feeling inspired, I wrote something, whatever my imagination was doing at 1AM.

It’s just a little something. I tidied up the grammar to coherency but i kinda like it being organic as it was, to reflect reader being not-sober (just like me baha). 🤪

Also influencing this, I’m in the UK and we’ve been in lockdown for the past month and it ain't about to end for me anytime soon, so i am pining for a night out (idk just some fun god damn) and some mando attention. 

I felt like sharing it because it’s kinda fun and lighthearted and if it helps someone else escape right now then cool. This is some #realthirstyhotgirlshit, reader is flirty and a lil confident but also a lil shy because heck I can be confident (lies) but put me in front of Mando and you bet I would be total jello. (also i dont think mando is necessarily OOC in this BUT if he is idc i just want him to be my daddy lmfao) 

Im living for season 2, someone give Filoni an award NOW!! 

warnings: references to alcohol/drug use. its not smut but its flirty. if i carry it on it'll go “further” but I’m scared of commitment so

Drabble below the cut.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You hanged off of Greef Karga in a friendly embrace and giggled in the spice lounge. You were howling about a story he had just told you and the two of you were almost crying with laughter. You’d just come back from a very successful mission, and when he'd asked if you wanted to celebrate the win with him, you shrugged your shoulders at him with a playful smirk “alright then.”

two hours later and you were both inebriated. it was bleeding into the mid evening, the night at its peak. energy buzzed in the spice lounge with the music and fluttering ebb and flow of conversations, carrying an infectious energy into the air. 

your body felt relaxed, your mind loose. 

it was a little foolish, given you are in so doing letting your guard down, but you hoped if you were unlucky enough to be accosted in this state, with Greef by your side you felt a safe bet you could still take most people. 

Although you didn’t particularly have much in common with him, he had a playful demeanour that made for a fun drinking partner. 

Karga tapered his hysterics off into a deep chuckle, “ah, you know-” 

“Karga.” 

A blur of silver came into yours and Greef’s vision until it materialised before your eyes into a Mandalorian. A hot Mandalorian. You had no idea you had a thing for that but it was the first thought that sprung to your mind. You quickly looked to Greef, playing off your fluttering lashes and hoping the Mandalorian hadn’t noticed your astonishment. Or…maybe if he had, maybe it wouldn’t be totally the end of the world. Who knows. 

Greef Karga also took a moment to summon a response, frozen for the barest of moments, but you saw it. He was taken aback by the Mandalorian's presence. Then, he flew into a huge bravada of an introduction. 

Maker, you were both so high. 

“Mando!” Greef bellows, “well I never. I never thought I’d see you in this particular establishment!” 

The Mandalorian cocked his head impatiently. “I’m only here because I was told this is where I’d find you.” 

His voice went straight through you. Fuck. 

Greef turned to you. “Allow me to introduce my associate…” 

you smiled awkwardly at this, oh god - why were you feeling shy? I mean…well actually...you do know why, don’t you? 

“Good to meet you,” you said carefully - you didn’t want to spook him, so no heavy flirting yet but your tone was warm and a little sultry. 

The Mandalorian’s helmet turned to you and you weren’t sure if you imagined it but you were sure you felt some sort of tension almost immediately bloom as he continued to hold your gaze. Your skin prickled in a path down your body as if his very gaze was passing over your curves and leaving a blazing fire in its wake. 

Your voice lazy, a little sexy, as were your sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks. “I'm Y/n.”

“Mando,” he responds huskily. You think that will be it, but then- “I haven’t seen you around here before.” 

His voice is run through a modulator in his helmet, making it hard to pin down his tone. You couldn’t tell what his angle was but something inside of you hoped he was feeling the same magnetism as you right now.

You realised he was waiting for an answer, and you hope you mask the subtle cheeky glint in your eye before you respond. 

“I am new to this parsec, yes. I have been in the Guild for a couple months now but I’m often out on mission.”

“Is that right?” There’s a smoothness to his voice that makes you blush slightly, you hope its not obvious. To Greef, that is. It'll definitely be obvious to Mando’s heat vision, but you could live with that embarrassment. He continued, “I assume as you are here, your previous mission was successful.”

You nodded up at him, thinking wow he’s so tall and big and yes and he’s looking down at you too, until a hand clapped on your back and Greef came into the picture again. 

“Indeed!” Greef commended as if it was the best thing in the world. “An impressive one hundred per cent success rate! She’s almost as talented as you, Mando, I like this one!” 

Karga gives you a joking side wink and you can’t help but laugh - he forces it out of you when your eyes meet as if something is so hilarious but you’re not even sure what it is, mainly just the fact that he’s chatting absolute shit and you can’t take it seriously. Mando gazes at you as he waits for you both to finish your ridiculous and illogical giggling fit.

It takes longer than a minute for you both to get control of yourselves, your laughter filling the air of the spice lounge. Mando's hands went to his hips and he cocked into a stance that had you wanting to drop to your knees. That stopped your giggling. 

Karga wipes another tear from his eye, you’re not sure if he’s doing it for dramatic effect and it almost sends you off the edge again. 

“Forgive me, I’m feeling loose. Speaking of, I’m going to go get myself another Gin ’n’ Juice,” Karga announced playfully. “Mando? Drink, Y/n?” he asks you. 

“Just a water, please,” you said sweetly. You needed it. 

“Karga, I came here to talk,” Mando quipped impatiently. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Karga rolled his eyes, “and if I’m gonna listen to you, I need a drink. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll be right back.” 

With that he whirled away, leaving you with the Mandalorian. 

You weren’t sure whether to start conversation or wait for him to ask you something, but then there was the predicament of what to say. The armour was sexy as hell, but it did make him difficult to read. 

The Mandalorian was watching Greef retreat to the bar, before seeming to roll his shoulders and relax slightly, consciously, then looked down at you. 

Then, he adjusted his weapon away from his body so he could take one large stride over to the now unoccupied space by you. He sat close, but still too far away. However, he relaxed into the seat a little more, the bulk of him spreading out further and inching closer to you. It was like some kind of erotic display and you couldn’t help but gaze at him in a way that betrayed your desires. 

His helmet tilted at you and he chuckled knowingly. “Careful, kitten.”

  Your eyes widened in surprise and a sudden warmness whooshed through your whole body. It was dizzying and immediately a hot aching began to pulse in your core. His voice danced through your tingling senses and you were enraptured. 

You wanted to touch him, desperately, even just get a little closer. Encouraged by his boldness, you summoned the courage to teasingly reach out and slowly trace your fingers over his thigh. You hear a staticky breath come out of the modulator. 

One of his large hands snapped down to rest over yours, except he didn't snatch your hand away. He held it in place, his hand heavy and hot over yours, pressing down on his firm thigh. Your breath hitched as movement in your peripheral barely caught his other hand coming up, too late and you were taken by a shudder when you felt his gloved fingers trail gently down the sensitive curve of your exposed neck. Your head tilted in compliance, lashes fluttering, barely in control of the longing gaze of desire you were levelling back into the visor of the helmet.

"You should be careful, cyar'ika," he murmured, "Some would take advantage of this right now." 

You barely held back a whine, but you knew he was right. Shit, his righteousness only made you want him more. 

He pulled back swiftly, though it was a gentle touch when his hand gripped and lifted yours off his thigh, placing it back onto your own lap. His fingers ghosted over your forearm as they retreated.

Moments later, Karga returned with more drinks you knew one single man could carry, and you gaped at him. 

"Karga, I said water!" you pouted.   

"I got that, too," he replied, pushing a glass filled with clear liquid towards you, condensation beading down the side. 

You drank half of it immediately. You eyed the pink drink he'd also brought you back, unsure if it was wise. You weren't really one for drinking and smoking at the same time, it was risky business that. 

Greef lowered himself into the seat across from Mando. "Get on with it then, before I change my mind," he said to Mando, urging him to get the business talk over with, because he knew for sure that must be the reason for this highly unexpected appearance. 

  You didn't miss the way the Mandalorian looked at Karga in a silent challenge, daring him to cheek him again. Karga laughed it off, bumping one of Mando's pauldrons and slid one of the drinks across the table to the Mandalorian.

Mando's shoulders rose and fell in a sigh of defeat, like he just couldn't be bothered with the hassle.

"I think the puck you gave me was intended for someone else." With that, Mando slammed the puck onto the table, startling you slightly and some of the fuller drinks jumped out of their glasses onto the table. 

The puck's holo beamed up a second later, a picture of a wealthy, androgynous looking human male. 

He continued, "You know I can't be going anywhere near the Inner Rim." 

Karga peered at the puck. "Ah yes..." he glanced at Mando, then you, before chaotically spinning the puck across the table towards you. 

"Dank ferrick!!" you cursed, barely catching the puck under your palm as you slammed your hand down to the table quickly. 

  Karga burst out laughing, "coincidentally it was meant for her ladyship here. Very chivalrous to bring it to its rightful owner, Mando." 

  The Mandalorian's head spun to pin you with an unreadable gaze. After a tense moment, he said, "Who said I was returning it?" 

  You blinked at him, palm suddenly burning where the puck was sitting innocently beneath it. 

  Karga chuckled again. "Apologies for the assumption, old friend. How can I resolve the matter?" 

  Mando's gaze returned to Karga, briefly releasing you. "You promised me payment for this. The only solution I can see is a partnership for this bounty."

The Mandalorian turned back to you. "Don't you agree?" 

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Jealously

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader, Reader x OC (Platonic)

Warnings: Jealously, fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: Yes | No

Prompts: #1 - “You’re not in love with them, are you?”

#6 - “Do you have the slightest idea of how fucking important you are to me?”

A/N: So I just now noticed that some of you have been left out of my taglist due to some technical difficulties and I apologize for just not noticing and fixing it until now. I feel like a stupid dick xD Anyhow, my requests and taglist are open!

Masterlist

Lan had only been travelling with you and Din for three days, and you could practically feel the jealously radiating off him; ticking and ticking away like a bomb, though slow, patient like the Mandalorian he trained to be.

Lan was your friend and partner for many years before your ultimate departure that led to you finding Din and the Child. It was mutual and understanding, rather one that did not become one of your regrets; it steered you to Din.

There was definitely a major difference when it came to Lan and the Mandalorian. Lan was more of the extrovert, the wavered, but had more of a muscular build than Din, whereas Din was closed off, deadly and gruff.

(Lan had once looked at you romantically, but you never reciprocated. And you never would)

Your relationship with Din was rocky at first, testing the waters of a new partnership. He was a closed off man – no question from the years of being alone – and you were the sociable. Although it didn’t happen right away, it didn’t take too long for him to start opening up to you, actually holding a conversation with you that wasn’t about a job or the Child. He was kind, patient, and paid attention. Over time you began to fall in love with the man, though you were quick to hide your feelings in fear of his rejection; just being with him and the Child right now was enough for you, and you didn’t want to risk that.

(Except you never noticed the lingering in his stance when you did the simplest of things, like talk to the Child or sing and sway when you thought he wasn’t listening or the way your fleeing touch would make his heart flutter and – if his helmet were off – you’d see the flush of his cheeks)

It was by pure coincidence, running into your old partner again. You greeted him with a warm hug and smile, not noticing the way the Mandalorian bristled behind you. He was stiff, stern during the introductions, but you chalked it up to Din sizing Lan up like he usually did when he met someone new.

Turns out the three of you were all after the same job. It was your idea to use his skills and split half with him, which Lan was quick to agree to. Din only nodded, which made you confused.

“Everything okay?” You eventually asked as he polished his weapons.

“Yeah,” he croaked out.

You sighed, sitting down next to him and waiting for him to turn to you. Once you realized he wasn’t going to, you began to feel frustrated; it was like starting right back at square one with him.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

(I’m afraid)

“I know.”

You clenched your jaw but nodded, getting up and walking towards the ladder.

“We’ll be heading out in an hour at least,” you informed him.

He only gave a tilt of his head. Lan could tell something was bothering you when you climbed up the ladder, watching the stars as you were in hyperspace.

“Trouble in paradise?” He teased.

You huffed, plopping yourself in the pilot’s seat. “It’s like I’m starting all over again with him and I don’t even know why.”

He smiled, giving you a pointed stare. You frowned, not aware of where it was coming from.

“What? Why are you giving me that look?”

He chuckled. “You really haven’t changed at all, Y/N. The man - .”

“It’s time.” You both jumped at the sound of the Mandalorian, still stealthy as ever even with the heavy armor. It infuriated you sometimes.

You looked in front of you to see that he was right, the planet in question was right on your radar. Lan raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands, trying to ease the tension in the room.

“Well then. Let’s get started.”

…

You didn’t realize just how you missed working with Lan until it came to play, the both of you fighting side by side in almost perfect tune while Din worked to get through to the bounty. The job was successful least to say, and you and Lan celebrated with high fives and giggles from the nostalgia of your old days.

“Talk to him,” Lan whispered to you when Din was out of earshot. You were standing outside the Razor Crest, getting ready to depart once again. 

“I think you’ll find what you’ve been looking for.”

You frowned, confused and opening your mouth to question him, Lan simply dismissed you with a goodbye and a wave, walking back to his own ship.

You boarded with a heavy heart, knowing that Lan was right, you did have to talk to him. 

Din was still just as stoic, and you could tell he was not happy about your suggestion to have Lan join you, at least on more than one occasion.

“Alright,” you huffed. “Enough is enough. What’s your problem, Din?”

His shoulders squared, fists tightening around the controls of the ship. You gritted your teeth and put the ship on autopilot, not missing the way he tensed and started to turn in his seat, quickly making his way to the ladder.

“Din,” you pleaded behind him. “Please, please tell me what’s wrong. I mean, I deserve an explanation at least.”

He sighed, shifting on his feet as he thought over what to say. Truth was, Din was scared. As soon as he saw how you looked and acted around Lan, he thought for sure he was done for. That you were going to leave him for your former partner and he would be alone all over again (he still had the baby at least). He was jealous at how well you and Lan worked together, nearly flawless. The love you held in your eyes when you looked at Lan was prominent, and it made his heart shatter at the mere thought that your love would never be placed on him; that his growing love for you would never be reciprocated.

And now you were suggesting that Lan stay and his throat closed at the thought.

“You’re not in love with him, are you?”

The words spilled out of him before he could even think about what he was saying. He immediately wanted to take it back once he saw your face fall; first confusion, then understanding, then anger. The last one is what confused him.

“Is that what this has been all about?” You questioned. “You think I’m in love with him?”

You laughed then, and it sounded defeated. Din’s frustration and embarrassment grew which each octave, but he patiently waited until you stopped. You stepped closer to him, crossing your arms over your chest as you thought about what to say next.

“Din,” you said softly. He inwardly leaned into your space, but you made no move to bring attention to it in fear of him moving away. “Do you have the slightest idea of how fucking important you are to me?”

(I’m in love with you, you beautiful moron)

He was taken back, expecting the complete opposite of your confession. You continued when he didn’t answer.

“I… I’m in love with you, Din.” You whispered, suddenly too shy to look at the visor, and chose instead to look down at your feet.

The silence, usually comfortable, was now suffocating. The tension was thick, ready to snap at any moment, and you almost felt like screaming.

“Look at me,” he finally said, gruffly.

You took a deep breath and did as he said, not realizing just how close he had gotten; your forearms were touching the chest plate of his armor.

“I – Y/N I’m sorry.”

You frowned, watching as he slowly reached out to take your hand in his. You subconsciously sighed at the feel of his tactical gloves.

“I should’ve been more honest with you,” he whispered. “I was just… afraid that you didn’t feel the same for me.

(If he too paid attention, he would see the soft smiles you reserved only for his eyes. The way you would light up every time he was in the room, how you always scooted close to him just to feel his warmth)

And now that I know you do, I feel like a complete fool.”

You both chuckled, looking down like a couple of nervous, lovesick teenagers. He hooked his finger under your chin, bringing your face up to look back at him. You licked your lips, and you heard the faint shudder of his breath underneath the helmet. Very slowly, giving you time to react and pull away – like you ever would – he placed his forehead against yours in a Mandalorian’s kiss.

You automatically closed your eyes, your eyelids fluttering when he brought his hands down to your waist to bring you closer to him. You placed your arms around his neck, basking in the feel of being in his arms.

“We should make it up to each other then,” you continued to whisper, not wanting to disturb the quiet setting.

Din hummed and rubbed your lower back, pulling his head back only to pull you into a full hug.

“That we should.”

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[contrabandhothead]

if you feel like doing one id LOVE a ship! your writing is so beautiful🥺 im 5’4 w/ platinum blonde hair & hazel eyes. i’m a night owl & an early riser & i love the moon & sun a lot. i’m pretty quiet at first but once i’m comfortable it’s actually the opposite😂 i’m very intuitive & can sniff out bad people right away. i love being outside! if the sun is out so am i! if it’s not tho you can find me doodling or deep cleaning my house while blasting music😂 i hope this is enough! 🖤 thanks!!

Joe Liebgott

- general -

SIS I DON’T TAKE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ON THIS OKAY

IF YOU LIKE THE SUN & THE MOON YOU AUTOMATICALLY HAVE TO LIKE OPPOSITES ATTRACT (IT’S ILLEGAL NOT TO I’M SORRY)

Joe isn’t really a night-owl but he’ll stay up super late with you for no reason

he’s not exactly a morning person either; so, to summarize this thought, Joe really likes sleep

you’re an early riser, so expect lots of angry mumbling from Joe when you get up in the morning

he’s usually upset because the bed gets colder

also because he doesn’t have anyone to cuddle when you get up... so he’s gonna turn into a cocoon of covers until he feels like getting up

you’re an early riser who the fuck is an early riser who wakes up early why would you do that to yourself i will sleep 14 hours straight if i went to bed at like 6 am

you and Joe probably didn’t like each other at first

however, it’s not because you intuitively realized he was a bad person

no, it’s because Joe is just so suspicious + he’s literally always friggin angry, which automatically made you not want to be around him

now that you actually know him better, you realize that he’s aggressive to protect his own feelings so that no one will get to him

Joe is very grateful that you’re patient with him

he also loves that you take just as much time to open up to him as he takes to open up to you, it makes the relationship progression smoother

Joe likes the outdoors, he loves the way the wind feels

if you want to go outside, he’ll most likely go with you

Joe blasts ALL his music, so he doesn’t mind that you love to do the same

if a slow song comes on, you better dance with him

if you give Joe one of your doodles, he’ll cherish it forever

he has a ton of them clipped on to his sun visor in his taxi, along with a photo of the two of you

- how you two met -

you and Joe met at Camp Toccoa... and probably in one of the worst ways possible

it’s no secret that Joe’s a bit of a hothead

I mean, the man gets ticked off by literally the smallest things

you weren’t expecting everyone at Toccoa to be incredibly welcoming, especially considering that you were the only female joining the paratroopers

unlike some of the men, Joe wasn’t sexist to you, he just gave you weird vibes

and weird vibes in your book automatically puts someone down on the “people I don’t really like that scare me” list

it wasn’t that he was a bad person or anything, you two just had very different personalities and hung out with very different people

for instance, Joe tended to spend most of his time with Chuck Grant, Floyd Talbert, Joe Toye, Skinny Sisk, and George Luz, who are all incredibly loud and outgoing people

you also hung out with like-minded people, but since you were more timid you tended to spend most of your time around people like Eugene Roe

you and Eugene got along great, you two eventually became best friends

you generally forgot about Joseph D. Liebgott most of the time, and he did the same to you

Until one morning at least

you, being the every early riser, had gotten up at the brink of dawn... you didn’t do it on purpose, it was just the way you were wired

you decided to go help some of the men cook breakfast for all of the soldiers (you’re too pure ugh i love it)

after the majority of the cooking was done, they shooed you out of the kitchen, insisting they could get the rest done at that you had already done enough

you had argued with them until they had finally given you a pot of scrambled eggs, which you then began giving out to the soldiers

you weaved in between the long wooden tables, stopping at one you had yet to serve

“Took you long enough! My plates gettin’ cold over here!” Tab joked, getting an elbow in the side from Liebgott for his comment.

“Just let the lady do her job in peace, Tab.” Joe remarked.

Cobb seemed to perk up next to Joe, shoving his plate in front of your face

“Finally! A woman that knows her place! Hurry up girl, I’m dyin’ over here!”

Cobb head was pinned against the table. Joe stood behind him, twisting Cobb’s arm in a painful grip

the man was practically seething

“Don’t you ever talk to a lady like that again. Ever. Do you hear me?” Joe pushed his head further into the wood as he said each word, a groan erupting from Cobb as he mumbled a small “yes”

Joe released Cobb’s head, knocking it against the table again for good measure

he then picked up his own plate, offering it to you

“May I please have some eggs, ma’am?”

Thanks so much for submitting a request! I’m so glad you like my ships 💕 I’m so sorry this took literally forever, but thank you for being patient. You seem so sweet and amazing i’m 🥺🥺🥺 I hope you enjoy this, have a great week!

~ Ky

[voidselfshipp]

Never Mess With A Terran

This happends during the watchdogs mission where wrench gets taken by the cops and dusan interrogates him and takes away his mask.

Tw: violence

Just me kicking the bastard who humilliated and treated wrench like shit plus stealing his comfort ítem

Ok to rb

♡♡♡♡♡♡

--Oh thank fuck wrench!--Jerico said running to her boyfriend hugging him tightly--You okay?

Wrench sheepishly hugs back, with blush on his cheeks--yeah I am, dont worry

--Marcus told me hes getting your mask back,mesnwhile me , im planning my personal vendetta, no-one treats you like that

The Man took his girlfriends hands shaking his head--It Will only make you end up in trouble, besides you got better stuff to do

--Wrench dont say that, I Will go and burn their shit down,all that shit that dusan said, not true,youre more than whatever you fighting with inside of you, I love you so much,youre an amazing Man wrench dont you ever forget that

--You better stop before I start crying --wrench smiles a little and kisses her.

--Ill wipe away your tears then

A clearing of throat makes both lovers look behind them, marcus smiles bumping fists with jerico--mind if I talk with your boyfriend Real quick?

--Not at all, I have to go anyway--jeri looks at wrench--see you back at the hackerspace-- she kisses wrench's birthmark above his eyes, then the tip of his nose then his lips--love you

--Me too

She said her goodbyes and leaped off the tall building, only to rise and fly like a bird with her dragon wings.

--Everythings ready?--Jerico asked through the commlink.

--ready when you are--romina answered back--naga Will join you if things get sticky, good luck

Jeri sighed and rolled her shoulders back, and Walked into one of dusans Office near the place where they had wrench detained before.

--Oh and you must be jerico--dusan said-- im only telling you...if you even lay down a finger on me,your boyfriends gonna pay and its gonna be very expensive--

Meanwhile the dedsec team was watching through the cameras, wrench's mask visor turn into a '^^' --do you think shes gonna give the speech?-he asks

--What speech?-- marcus inquires.

--The whole " im a goddess"?

--Defenetly

Jerico shook her head-- okay buddy, lets clear some things up--in one swift step jerico had grabbed dusans collar and Slammed him against the glass panes-- I am Draco, the goddess of willpower...my family is full of dietys who wouldnt think twice before snapping you in half if you even dare to touch my loved ones, in my past life ive served more wars than you can think of and seen horrible things..--she shook him--if you think I should be scared of you, youre wrong...and ID advise you to take cover or run before this place blows up Sky high

She let him go and dusan ran away , she smiled proudly and winked at the camera.

Wrench couldnt help but feel all gidy and fuzzy.

--Okay rascal boot up the explosives lets get this done

As jerico left the place it blew up behind her, she then returned to the hacker space where wrench picked her up and pressed his mask against her face--Thats my girl! Thats my girlfriend right there! You made him shit his pants

Jer smiles putting her hands on his masks cheeks and kissing it where his lips should be--No one treats my baby like that

The mask visor displays two hearts as the Mans shoulders go down and he coos--I love you so much! How about this,I have some coffee and some tea, after drinking em we go blow some shit up, how does that sound?

She smiled and noddes--Lets do it!

The rest of the team gave both lovebirds some space,wrench looked at jerico who was too busy with her phone--I love you

--Me too wrench...me too