#i fucking cried my heart out considering this possibility okay

[minus-plus-zer0]

Accidentally Sleeping Together

♡ Genre: Fluff, suggestive ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader (Imagine the bunny on the right is Bakugou, afraid of you waking up O-o)

Bakugou's arms curled tight around you, his sleepy fingers running across your skin rhythmically. It took his similarly sleepy brain a couple of seconds before he realized that this wasn't a beautiful dream.

This was real.

Bakugou leapt off you, his back slamming into his dorm wall. He rubbed the back of his head, swore several expletives at nothing in particular, and then assessed the damage.

You slept together last night. He didn't remember if it was an accident or if you two... did something, but his head was not 100% there yet in the morning.

You were even slower than him to wake, but he could see your figure rustling, and all he could think was "Crap, crap, crap, crap!" It was like he was pinned against the wall. Even if he had an easy exit route, he couldn't exactly walk out on you without proving his innocence first. Or making sure you were okay.

You finally opened your eyes, wiping them. Tentatively, Bakugou spoke.

"Hey, we need to--"

You shrieked and Bakugou cringed from the noise. You sat upright, whipping your head around like it was on a swivel, pure shock on your cute little face. Bakugou was the same amount of scared, but unlike you he was frozen.

"What did we do?!" you cried.

"I don't know!"

"Did we sleep together?!"

"I don't fucking know!"

Bakugou's heart was racing. The fact that you even considered sleeping with him as a possible event within this point of space and time just totally befuddled him. If this whole ordeal didn't screw over his chances with you, then his stupidly hopeful heart could take this as a good sign.

He chose his next words very carefully.

"Did we?" he asked, a little eyebrow cocked and his voice low.

You stared at him, the gears turning in your adorable thoughtless head. He wondered what things you were thinking right now. Your face was normally pure and innocent and cute, but your mind was typically evil and mischievous and always thinking of ways to prank and tease him, so it was hard to say what was happening in there at this exact moment. But being your best friend and all, he had some ideas of what you were probably thinking of.

He shouldn't be focusing on that right now though. Although you didn't look uncomfortable or creeped out, you were the type of person who'd struggle to voice your negative thoughts in a time like this. And as your best friend, Bakugou had to make sure you were okay. It was like, his calling in life.

"You alright?" he asked, snapping you out of your reverie. "I would never take advantage of you. You know that, right?"

"I know," you said, almost immediately. Bakugou was a little proud of your trust and your strong connection together.

"Are you okay?" he asked, again.

"Yeah, I'm okie dokie... Are you?"

You reached out to his face and he realized he had been blushing for some time now.

"I'm sorry," you said. "Did I scare you? Did I sleep here on accident? Can't believe I crashed in your room..."

"Don't apologize to me! Jeez. You're always apologizing to other people. I'm fine. I would never be creeped out by you. In fact, you've almost fucking dozed off here a couple of times in the past. You just don't remember 'cause I carried you back each time." That last part was a bit of a brag.

"Oh?" you cocked your head. "But you didn't tonight. Guess you were too much of a lazy little sleepy head yesterday."

"No more than you!"

That was how you both ended up grinning at each other, faces too close and somewhat red, but happy all the same.

If you weren't uncomfortable, if you were even smiling at him, Bakugou wanted to push things further. Your lips were only several centimeters away, and he wanted to close the distance. But he couldn't risk it unless he knew for sure you'd want him to.

"Had a good sleep, then?" he asked, voice rumbly and still low while his smirk never left his face. "After all, it's my bed."

"I would've, but maybe someone was hogging all the sheets." You mock glared at him, but you didn't back away.

"Well I bought them," he retorted. "Didn't think I'd get a new roommate tonight."

"Maybe I'll just steal your bed and then we won't have a problem."

"You're gonna steal my bed with me in it?"

You lightly slapped his chest and he laughed. You were laughing too, but dammit even if it was funny, he wasn't entirely joking...

Still, he couldn't say he was unhappy.

"Seriously can't fucking believe I woke up to you today," he said, letting some of his true adoration for you spread across his face. "Next time you sleep here, I'm not carrying you back..."

While he still had the chance, he needed to push things further, so you'd understand where he really stood on this situation. Bakugou had enough of all the near-miss kisses in your relationship. He wanted more.

Your hands cupped his face and he stayed put, obediently.

"You won't need to," you whispered.

His fingers grabbed your chin. "I don't ever want to."

And with that, he kissed you, finally.

[hairmetal666]

Steve has this bar he loves in Chicago. It's a little bit dive-y, a little bit dirty, but it's quiet. A good place for when he needs to clear his head.

Only, tonight, the place is packed. Music pounding from the jukebox, no space at the bar, patrons at the dartboard and pool table. In three years he's never seen it like this.

He has a second to wonder what's going on before he sees exactly who is going on, and for him to catch Steve looking.

"Stevie!" Eddie Munson cries. He leaps from the bar top, the people below scrambling away from the stomp of his big black boots.

He hasn't seen Eddie in years. Can't actually remember the last time. Max and Lucas's wedding? Robin and Nancy's baby shower?

Steve considers booking it out of there, escaping in the crush of the crowd. By the time he has the thought, though, Eddie's already pulling him into a hug.

He's excited to see his friend. He is! Really. He loves Eddie. But that's kind of the problem.

Steve fell in love and Eddie left town.

Well, maybe it wasn't so dramatic as all that. It wasn't until six months after they packed the last box in the back of Eddie's van that Steve could name his feelings for what they were. And by then, Corroded Coffin were building buzz and Eddie had a huge whole life outside of the people he saved the world with.

Over the years, as Eddie's fame grew, he came around less and now they hardly see each other. They still talk from time to time, Steve still buys all the band's records, and Eddie's still close with all the kids, Nancy and Robin too.

Eddie releases him, those big eyes bright, a pure and genuine smile stretching his face. Steve's stomach twists, heart skipping a beat.

"Gotta be honest with you, man. Never expected to see Steve Harrington in a place like this."

Steve snorts. "There's lots of place I go you wouldn't expect."

Eddie's smile wobbles, Steve thinks. It's gone in a blink, though, and Eddie laughs. "I'm sure you do, sweetheart. Have time for a drink with me?"

Eddie navigates to the bar, returns with two beers in hand. He presses his palm to the small of Steve's back, directing him to the single empty table in the corner as far from the jukebox as possible.

"How's life treating you, Stevie?" Eddie asks after a sip. "Nance told me the store is doing really well."

"It's good, yeah. Finally turning a profit. Wasn't sure about Dustin having us add a game section, but he was right. It's really taken off."

"Oh, he told me," Eddie smirks.

Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm sure that he did. He hasn't let me hear the end of it."

"That tone," Eddie says, voice soft.

"What brings you to Chicago?" He asks to hide the way all the fucking love he feels for this man is bleeding out of him.

"Not really supposed to be," he laughs. "Flight got diverted to O'Hare, can't get another one until tomorrow. Have to make it to LA in time to play a show."

They both know Eddie loves it; the rush, the adrenaline, that comes with performing, to making it to shows at the very last minute. It's how they got here in the first place.

"Working on new music?"

Eddie leans back, dimples popping with the pleased lift of his lips. "Oh, Harrington, you don't even know what we have in store." He leans over the table and launches into tales of rehearsals and writing. Steve drinks his beer and can't take his eyes off his friend, Eddie the sun Steve orbits around, helpless to his gravitational pull.

"So, Stevie," Eddie says, once there's no more to tell about music. "You seeing anyone?"

Steve hides his cringe with a chuckle. Picks up his beer to buy time and finds it empty. "Not anyone of note."

"C'mon, how is that possible? You're easily the hottest guy in this place."

He grimaces. "That's a low bar."

"Oooh, still bitchy after all these years." Eddie snickers, takes a swig from his bottle.

"Shut-up."

"Seems like it's been a while since you dated."

"You interrogating my love life now, Munson?"

"No, not at all. Just curious."

"Okay, who are you dating? Still that guy from People?"

"Gossip," Eddie frowns.

"Anyone else you got your eye on?"

"No one new," Eddie says. He stares at Steve hard for a second, like he wants to dig into his brain, like it holds the answer to all life's question.

"There is someone, then." Steve tries to ignore the jealousy licking down his spine. Eddie isn't his and never will be.

Eddie picks at the label on his now empty beer. "Not--not really." He licks his lips, leaning over the table again. "Is there a reason you don't seem to date anymore, man? It's just--you wouldn't hurt for options, right?"

Steve freezes, trying to figure out a way to answer that won't end up breaking his own heart. "Ah, it's--you know, things got busy with opening the store and everything. Stopped being a priority."

"Are you lonely?"

"Are you?" He snaps before he can stop himself. "Sorry, I'm--sorry."

"Yeah, man. I'm lonely as hell." Eddie answers as though Steve didn't give him an out.

"I--you ever have someone where the timing is always wrong?"

"Think it's a hazard of my profession. Who's yours?"

"What?" Steve clunks his bottle too hard against the table.

"The one that got away?"

"It's--it--I--it doesn't matter."

Eddie's smile is all jagged edges. "Nancy?"

"God, no. Nance and I are good with being friends. No lingering feelings there. Who's yours?"

"Ahh," Eddie sits back a little, eyes glittering with an emotion Steve can't place. "The best boy I ever met. Can't get over him, can't forget him. I think they guys are going to start banning my 'pathetic gay yearning songs'. Gareth's words."

Something in Steve's chest crumbles to dust. There's someone. Has always been someone. Of course. Eddie is beautiful and hot and charismatic and fucking famous. And Steve is--just a guy who runs a struggling bookstore with a couple of his best friends.

"That's--I'm sorry it didn't work out." He's trying to stop his voice from breaking, from giving Eddie any hint of what he's feeling, just knows he has to get out. "Listen, man, thanks for the beer. Great to catch up. You should hit up Robin and Nancy the next time you're in town. I gotta get going."

"Wait, Steve--"

"See you around."

He doesn't wait. He pushes through the people, and races out the door, into the crisp Chicago fall air. He squeezes his eyes closed, practices his breathing exercises, tries to relax the clench of his teeth, ease the screaming in his lungs.

Three steps away from the building is as far as he gets before he hears, "Steve, please wait." A hand catches his hip, holding him in place.

"Eddie, I don't--"

"It's you," Eddie says. His face is pale, stricken. "You're the one who got away, Steve."

"What?"

"I've never been able to work up the nerve to confess. I've been trying for years, but. Too afraid of losing you to tell the truth."

"Years?" Steve's brain is trying to wrap around what's happening. That Eddie has feelings for him? That he's the source of the pathetic gay yearning?

"God, since 1986, at least."

Steve doesn't know what to say; what to do. He's been waiting for this moment so long, and his brain goes on pause.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same," Eddie rambles. "Hell, I'd be surprised if you did, but--"

"You're mine too," the words tumble out.

"What?"

"You're the one who got away. For me. You're mine."

"Steve," Eddie breathes. "Is this--are you serious?"

"Pathetic gay yearning and all."

Eddie's laugh is a bright spot in the darkness, relief and happiness mixed with the hope of what's next.

Steve can't help but giggle. "We're so dumb," he says.

Eddie looks at him with a raised eyebrow before bursting into giggles of his own. "So dumb, Steve, oh my god."

"It's been a decade!"

"Fuck," Eddie cackles.

They collapse against each other, chests heaving with their mirth. As they catch their breath, Steve nuzzles against Eddie's neck, relishing the closeness. It's easy for him to change the angle so their lips meet in a kiss frantic with ten years of longing.

"Your place or mine?" Eddie asks once they part.

Steve laughs. "You think I'm that easy, Munson?"

"Oh, Steve," Eddie smirks. "I know it."

"Asshole." Steve presses a kiss to his jaw. "How many songs did you write about me?"

Eddie smiles so hard his dimples pop. "All of them, baby. Every single one."

Steve rests their foreheads together, body fizzing like freshly uncorked champagne, "Take me home, Ed."

[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret

chapter twenty four : lunar interlude : riduur

ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ✩ main masterlist ✧

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 7.8k (at last, a normal chapter length)

summary : din is so in love it's obscene at this point, keep it in your chest man (it being his heart.)

warnings, etc. : language, fluff, smut, this chapter is a sappy nightmare,,, like i've got one last chance to be sappy before i need to do my action packed finale so this is just me being sappy, din djarins so in love it makes me sick, fingering, p in v, clit stim, reverse cowgirl, creampie, cockwarming, massages, just general happiness like why are these idiots so happy what is their problem

a/n : WOOF this took a fucking WHILE to get out, and for those who waited, prepare to be UNDERWHELMED lmao. this is the last chapter before the final arc of the story and i was feeling rather sentimental while I wrote it. anyhow,,, i have a million excuses for why this took so long but like who cares cause it's here now yippee!!! as for every chapter i've ever posted i have no idea if i like this or not so there's that, i kind of hate this one the way i hate every lunar interlude, like i've never written a din pov and felt good about it lmao so i guess we'll see. comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

He doesn’t deserve this.

How could he possibly be deserving of you? Yet somehow you make him feel as if he is. With your soft touch and the way your eyes get just a little bigger when you see him. 

He’s going to ask you to marry him.

Is that something he can do? 

Technically of course you don’t really consider yourself married as far as he can tell. Sure you have a husband but that’s all he is, a husband. 

An obstacle. 

The two of you could still be married. 

And you wanted to leave this place. So he was going to give you exactly that. 

A home, far away from here. 

He pulls you into the cabin, wanting nothing more than for you to see the smile on his face. Of course you won’t let him do that much to his confusion. 

Maybe if you’re married to him you’ll look. 

The longer you wait the more nervous he gets about it. 

A lot can go wrong with this kind of thing. 

Very specifically, you could just not find him attractive in the slightest, which wouldn’t be great all things considered. If that happened maybe he could just live with the helmet on and you’d be okay with that. 

“Do you want to sleep here tonight or go back to the castle?” You look exhausted as he asks, he practically carries you towards the bed. 

“Here’s fine.” You look too tired to walk back anyway. 

He drags the mattress off of the busted frame, setting it on the floor. You seem surprised that he didn’t have a bigger reaction to your love confession. 

He did the first time you’d said it a few days ago. 

After the first day stuck in your room, you had said it that night. All you had wanted to do that day was fight and he hadn’t been able to give you even that. He knew you were right. It was stupid to stay. 

Even if things are okay now. 

You had said his name so clearly with such urgency that he believed you might be about to start another argument in the middle of the night.

“Din?” You had grabbed the front of his shirt and it wasn’t until he’d tried to talk to you that he’d realized you were still asleep. 

“Are you okay, sarad?” He sat up and cradled your head in his hands but you’d only held on tighter as you mumbled in your sleep.

“I love you.” And just like that you were collapsing back in his arms, still asleep as if nothing had happened. 

He hadn’t cried like he did that night since the kid left. 

And it didn’t matter when you didn’t say it back in the morning. (Despite the fact that he had said it quite a bit.) You loved him and he knew it. And he had made sure to show you just how much he loved you on that second day. 

He grins as you sit down on the bed with a yawn. He takes it upon himself to kneel beside you, unlacing the back of your gown. You have no resistance as he helps peel the rain soaked fabric from your skin. 

“Let me get you a change of clothes.” He leaves you to get out of the rest as he finds you a simple set of sleep wear. You let him redress you until he finally lays you down and stands, going to change out of his own wet clothes. 

When he steps out of the fresher you’ve turned the lights off he's in a clean flight suit with his helmet on as he slides under the blankets with you. 

“Warm enough?” The cabin feels colder than the castle as he pulls you closer. 

“I’m perfectly comfortable here.” Your voice is heavy with sleep as he rests his chin on the top of your head, beskar bumping against your hair. 

“Get some sleep.” He mumbles, not bothering to close his own eyes. 

“You promised you’d eat the candy.” You whisper into the darkness, you sound  barely conscious. 

“I did not.” At least he’s pretty sure he didn’t, he’s realized at this point that if he says anything with enough confidence you usually believe it. 

“You alluded to it.” You’re right, he probably did. 

“Do you really want to see the damage I would do after eating that thing?” He’ll never do it. In all honesty he’s a little nervous he’ll accidentally hurt you.

“A little.” You flip over in his arms so you’re facing him now, when you look at him he finds himself falling victim to the pleading look in your eyes. Damn nightvision. 

“Go to sleep.” He has to close his eyes, if he stares at you too long he’ll give in despite his own worries. “I love you.” He murmurs. He needs you to know it. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You laugh softly before going silent. 

It only takes a few more minutes before your breathing gets quiet and steady against him. 

When he’s certain you’re asleep he reaches over to turn the lamp back on. You’d think with how often he does this that you’d have seen his face on accident at some point but maybe he’s just really lucky. 

He likes to look at you without the helmet on.

It’s fine with it, but nothing compares to seeing you without the barrier. Sometimes, if he’s still wearing the helmet and he takes it off you smile in your sleep when the airlock hisses. But since you’re insistent on not looking he doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to really look at you. So he does it on nights like these. 

You get so sleepy after sex. 

So he gets to hold you, and watch how your eyes flutter open the tiniest bit when he can’t help himself and kisses your cheeks until he can bring himself to sleep. Or how you mumble back to him when he whispers things to you in Mando’a. 

Most importantly you look less worried when you sleep. You always look so worried but not when you’re like this. There is plenty to be worried about so he can’t hold it against you. 

He’s going to build you a house someday. And he’s going to give you a garden. 

So you can go outside and look at the flowers whenever you want. 

And you won’t ever have to worry again. 

With a soft hiss of air he removes his helmet, setting it somewhere in the sheets as he looks at you, unburdened. He likes the way your lips part just a little bit as the corners of your mouth lift. 

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek before rolling over to rest his head on your chest so he can feel you breathe until he falls asleep, it helps him to match your breathing. Your hands hold him, even in your sleep you run your hands across his back and shoulders. One time you had a nightmare and you pulled his hair so hard you’d woke yourself up. But he’d never complain, it’s one of his favorite things about you. You love him even when you’re sleeping. Like right now, your nails lighty scratch at the nape of his neck. 

It helps him sleep.

☆

When he wakes up he’s got a blanket thrown over his head and you’re already up, sitting at the table.

“You fell asleep without your helmet on.” He hears you grumble. 

“Sorry.” He chuckles as he searches for it in the mess of sheets only to find you’d set it on the floor beside him. Once it’s properly in place he finds you reading. He stands behind you, looking over your shoulder. 

“How did you find that?” He tries to grab the translation book but you swat his hand away. 

“You said we had no secrets.” Your eyes are scanning the pages. “Ner means mine.” You grin up at him as you say it. 

“Yes, it does.” He stares right back down at you. 

You lean backwards, grabbing the front of his shirt. 

“Ner.” 

Would you think less of him if you knew how often his face turned red when you spoke to him like that? A few weeks ago that kind of worry would drive him mad, but now? He knows you wouldn’t mind, knowing you'd probably feel accomplished to get such a reaction from him. 

“Gar serim.” You’re right. He murmurs back before getting your things together, listening to the sound of the pages frantically flipping behind him as you look for the words.

When you find the page you give him a dopey smile 

He suddenly remembers something, going to the fresher and searching through last night's wet clothes he finds the vial, bringing it to you, you don’t need any instruction from him as you pop the cap off, drinking the contents before setting it aside. 

“What do you want to do today?” He holds up the scraps of your dress, trying to decide if it’s even worth putting back on. 

“I’m a little tired, maybe we could read today.” You turn just in time to watch him toss it back on the ground. 

“Sounds perfect.” This will give him some much needed time to think.

He has a plan for today. There are a few things that he needs to get done before he leaves.

Like tell you that he has to leave. 

Of course he doesn’t want to leave you, even if it’s only going to be for a few days, but he wants to do this the right way and to do that he needs to leave. 

Just a few days. And then he doesn’t have to leave you ever again. 

And he needs to get away from you long enough to make the failsafe he knows you don’t want. You’re always together at this point, (not that he would have it any other way.) so it won’t be easy to find time away to do it but he’ll figure it out. 

“We should get going.” He’s pretty sure he has everything he needs and you need to be back in your room before any staff might notice you’re gone. 

“But  I wanna keep doing this.” You give him your sad eyes as you gesture to the book and he’s already ready to give in. 

“You can bring that to the library.” He groans and that’s all the convincing needed to get you on your feet. He manages to get you back to your room just before the girls arrive. He stands where he’s expected to stand out in the hall. It’s the only time he really spends away from you. 

When the door opens he instinctively stands up a little straighter.

They put you in a white dress. 

A pretty white dress. 

Did you know what this would do to him? 

You can’t possibly know the effect this kind of thing has on him, if you did you wouldn’t put him through this. 

“Ready?” He says as he peers at the translation book still happily tucked under your arm.

“Of course.” He’s mesmerized by your gown, it’s simpler than the ones they normally do you up in, white fabric flowing off your shoulders down to the floor, as you walk it trails behind you a bit. It’s a familiar quiet as he walks you to those large wooden doors, opening them as you rush inside. 

“What do you want to read today?” You’re searching around the shelves, you’ve already set your own reading in the nook. 

“Surprise me.” He won’t be reading today anyway, he needs to plan. 

“Here.” You hand him a book on speeder maintenance, normally he’d be thrilled to spend the day reading the sort of thing but he really should just take today to think. 

He sits first. Leaving space between his legs for you to sit which you happily do. Once you’re settled he opens his book, pretending to read as he lets his mind focus on what's important. 

Starting with the part where he tells you he’s leaving.

Or that he’s decided rather recently that he needs to leave.   

He should just do it now, get it out of the way so it stops bothering him, especially because he’d like to leave as soon as possible, but you seem so relaxed right now and he’d hate to ruin that. 

So he’ll focus more on the trip itself than the telling you part. 

It should only take a few days. A quick trip to the forge and back. 

He’s pretty sure he’s found out where the convert currently is. He doesn't have as much free time as he used to so it took a little outside help, seeking out old colleagues until finally hearing word of an outer rim planet where they might be located. He’ll catch a transport ship there, take care of what needs to be taken care of, and be back to you before he knows it. 

Then you can plan your life together. 

He would love to just bring you to the forge with him, go from there and never look back. That would be ideal. To get you out of here as quickly as possible. But that’s not possible, if he’s gonna go this he’s gonna do it right, so he’ll plan everything down to the last detail to make sure that it’s as safe as possible. If he’s being realistic he knows you’ll have to do something drastic, probably along the lines of faking your death. 

Will he have to kill Kodo? 

He’d like to. 

He’s wanted to kill Kodo for some time now, he’s just a little worried you’d be mad, you were so mad when he hit him. 

He never wanted you to be that mad at him ever again. 

So maybe he won’t. 

That would be the easiest way to get you out though, to be fair. Kill Kodo and run, and deal with the consequences after. He’ll hide you away somewhere until things die down and then he’ll build you something permanent. A home for the both of you. 

He could also just whisk you away into the night one of these days. 

He honestly isn’t sure how long they’d look for you, the last thing he’d want is for you to have to live a life on the run, he wants for the both of you to be able to settle. If it was clear he had taken you it would be deemed a kidnapping, it would be a long search, how long would they look if they believed you just ran away? He doesn’t talk to other staff members enough to know how seriously the royal family would take such a thing. 

Faking your death would probably be the easiest thing. 

No one comes looking for you. 

He isn’t entirely sure how you’ll handle that suggestion but if you’re serious about starting a life together it isn’t going to be easy. 

“I’ll be right back.” He stands, and you immediately give him a confused look, he never gets up and leaves, but he’s just realized that you’ll need to be taken care of while he’s gone. Who will protect you when he’s away? He definitely doesn’t trust anyone here to watch over you, Elaine would be his first choice but she’s busy when she isn’t tending to you and in all honesty he isn’t sure what she would do if something were to happen to you. 

So he’ll have to go with someone who he knows is available to watch you and who he’s certain won’t harm you. 

You aren’t going to be happy with his choice. 

When he steps out into the hall he calls his name, a few moments later Leo appears, he already seems reluctant, Din never summons him but this is important, and he doesn’t have any other options. 

“I’m leaving, tomorrow, I have to take care of some things, Kodo said it would be fine for me to take time off when I took the job.” Tomorrow. Well that’s settled then he supposes. The twi’lek trembles under his gaze, clearly unsure as to where he’s going with this.  

“While I’m gone you will watch her.” Din adds on at the end, Leo looks clearly unhappy with this arrangement as he stumbles back a bit. 

“Me?” 

“I won’t repeat myself. You will watch her, you will make sure she doesn’t leave the castle when I am gone. If somebody tries to get near her, you stop them, if somebody tries to hurt her, you will stand between them, if she gets hurt you will feel whatever pain she feels tenfold upon my return. If she so much as gets a papercut while she’s reading in the library there will be repercussions.” He straightens his posture to make himself the tiniest bit more imposing over Leo. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, you’re understood.” Based on the fear in Leo’s eyes he’s certain he may have gone a little overboard but he’d rather be safe than sorry. 

“Good.”

That’s taken care of. 

Once Leo is gone, disappearing down the hall, he opens the door, slipping back into the library where you’re standing in the entryway.

At least he doesn’t have to figure out how to tell you. 

“You’re leaving.” You say it like it’s a fact. Which of course you now know it is. 

“Yes.” No sense in hiding it. 

“And you just weren’t going to tell me?” He definitely should have told you. 

“I was just about to tell you.” He hates when you look at him the way you are now. Like you can see right through the steel, like you know he’s lying, like you can see the guilty expression on his face. “I was going to tell you soon. I have to go take care of some things.” 

“Take me with you.” You say it more like a demand and less like a request. He probably should have seen that one coming, even if he wasn’t going to get something to surprise you with he probably wouldn’t be allowed to take you off planet. 

“I wish I could, sarad, but I have to go alone, I’ll only be gone a few days.” Kriff, he really should have told you sooner. 

“Where are you going?” You cross your arms in front of your chest. 

“I… can’t tell you.” Not a great excuse, he knows that. 

“If I’m being honest I don’t love the sound of that.” He can’t blame you, if your roles were reversed he wouldn’t just let you go. 

“I know but I need you to trust me, I’ll only be gone a few days.”

“And you absolutely have to go?” You sound less mad and more upset now. If he wasn’t leaving to do something for you, your expression alone would be enough to make him stay. 

“Yes. He says it like he’s confirming it for himself. 

“I’ll miss you.” All the anger has left your voice, now you just sound sad. 

“I’ll miss you.” More than anything. 

“When will you be back?” 

“I’m not sure exactly, I won’t be long.” Unless he can’t find the convert, but you don’t need to know that part. You nod and he’s a little surprised at your acceptance of all this. “I have to leave in the morning.” A deep frown settles on your face. 

“So soon?” He really should have told you sooner.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. If you have to then you have to.” You give him such a sad smile, he wishes he didn’t have to go but he wants to do this right. 

“Can you stay here, I’ll come get you in a few hours.” He cradles your face in his hands, wishing he could wash away any of your doubts, but now that you know he should probably go get ready. “I have to go pack a few things, I’ll be back before dark, okay?” 

“And then you’ll stay with me the rest of the night?” And every night after. 

“Of course.” 

“Okay then, hurry back.” 

This will also probably be the only chance he gets to make that fail safe.  

He lifts his helmet a bit to plant a kiss on your forehead before leaving you, watching as you instinctively close your eyes as he does. There isn’t a lot of time for him to do what he needs to do before you’ll be expecting him so he gets back to the cabin as quickly as possible.

He’s quick with everything, packing his bag with only the essentials and tossing the empty box down before finally sitting down at the table. 

Now to write the note. A letter with instructions on what to do if something ever happens to him. 

He doesn’t like the idea of you being left alone with your husband. The thought of it makes him sick. 

If another body guard were hired they wouldn’t protect you from him. 

Maybe he should ask Elaine to help you if that happens. 

She could get you out. 

If he wasn’t here he would want you to leave as quickly as possible, to go somewhere safe. He lists out all the places you could go, names and coordinates of people who can keep you safe at the mention of his name. He spends a solid hour staring at that piece of paper, writing out anything he’d want you to know before folding it up and setting it in the box. 

With that taken care of he kneels on the floor, feeling around until locating the familiar loose board under the kitchen table. 

He’d found it a week after moving in and it seemed like a perfectly good spot to hide things. He’s got a collection of things already set aside for you, he pulls each item from its hiding spot, putting them into the box before holding up a small chainmail shirt. He retrieves the stick shift knob from the shelf, wrapping it in the shirt and putting it in the box. 

In his note he’s left you with a task, to give those to the kid, and to tell him that he’s sorry. 

Lastly he fills a bag with credits, about a month's salary, you should be able to buy yourself a ship if you want, he isn’t sure if you’d know how to fly it but with the money provided you can pay someone to fly it for you. With that he sets the box under an extra flight suit in his bag before returning to the castle, on his way out the door he grabs the few bars of beskar he has. 

You’re right where he left you in the library, your brows furrowed as you stare at that damn book, he should have hidden it better. 

“Wanna go get some dinner?” You look up when he speaks, holding his hand out which you gladly take as he pulls you towards him. 

“We can do that. You’re all packed?” Thankfully you look less upset than you had earlier. 

“All packed.” He drops your hand as he opens the door, following you as you walk to the kitchens. He watches the way the back of your dress just barely drags along the stone floors as you ask for two dinners, handing his to him to carry with a smile as you continue to walk.

When you arrive back at your chambers you’re quick to lock the door, he watches as you rush to the closet, already sitting with your back to him when he steps inside, dim lamp light illuminates the room as he sits, his back brushing against yours as he listens to the sounds of your eating. 

What he wouldn’t give to eat face to face. 

He can’t remember the last time he shared a normal meal with someone. He ate in front of the kid but he always kept the helmet on, it would have been years and years ago, maybe with his parents. 

He finds the latch for his helmet, tossing it aside, he’s already decided he won’t be putting it back on tonight, he chews his food thoughtfully. What would life look like with you after this place? He certainly wouldn’t want to eat dinner like this every night. 

Maker, why won’t you just look? Everything would be easier if you’d just look. He would abandon his creed entirely if that’s what you wanted. Instead he loves the one person in the galaxy who doesn’t want to look. 

“You’re being quiet.” You finally break the silence as he sits up a little straighter.

“I’m always quiet.” He murmurs. 

“You think I don’t know that? You’re being extra quiet, what’s wrong.” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” He takes another bit as you lean back against him, resting your back on his as he hears you set your plate aside.

“You’ve been quiet all day.” Of course he has, he has to leave you tomorrow and you’ve been in a white dress all day. 

“I’m quiet every day.” He finishes his food quickly, reaching around blindly until he finds your plate, standing to set the both outside the room, when he turns around this time he faces you, kneeling on the floor behind you as he plays with the lace on the back of the dress, lining a series of buttons in a straight line down your spine. 

“You’re avoiding the point.” You snap at him but he just continues to trail his fingers across the intricate patterns of your dress.

“I’m just gonna miss you, that’s all.” 

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Your tone has softened.

“Want me to show you how much I’m gonna miss you?” He gives the back of your gown a teasing tug. 

“That might be nice.” You’re already reaching towards the lamp but he takes your hand, guiding it back into your lap. 

“Leave it.”

“Din…” You have a soft warning tone as he kisses your exposed shoulder. 

“Please, I want to see you.” He murmurs against your skin as he bunches up the fabric of your dress, pulling it up towards your hips. 

“But-” He’s quick to cut you off. 

“It’s fine, if you don’t look then you won’t see.” He swiftly unlatches his armor, setting it aside as he pulls you into his lap, his chest flush with your back. He turns to kiss your cheek, watching your eyes flutter shut as he does. 

He bunches up your skirt enough so he can see your thighs, pulling his gloves off so he can touch you, he likes the feeling of his skin on yours, how often does he get to have this? Only ever with you, not that he’d have it any other way. You’re just so soft, he likes the way you feel when he spreads your thighs a little wider, watching your mouth open a tiny bit as you inhale sharply. He’s already terribly hard, trying not to rut against your ass as he lets one hand dip between your legs, under your skirt, as the other one drifts up towards your chest, splayed out across your sternum to keep you in place.

He pushes your panties to the side, admiring the wetness he finds already there as he swipes his fingers along your seam. He tilts his head to the side, eager to watch your expression unburdened by his helmet as he pushes two fingers into you. 

Once he’s in your peripheral you close your eyes, leaving him to observe the way your mouth falls open as he gently slides his digits in and out, feeling you shift in his lap to grind against his palm. 

He’s fascinated by you, by the way you move in sync with him, with each movement of his hand you match it with a rock of your hips, or by arching your back.

“Din-” Your voice comes out as a high strangled cry that makes his cock ache against the fabric of his flight suit. 

“Go ahead, I wanna watch.” He mumbles as he presses his cheek to yours, staring down, mesmerized by the sight of you riding his fingers, his own mouth falling open as he feels your entire body tense up, feeling you clamp down on his fingers as you come. He keeps his fingers inside of you until your breathing evens out, once you come down from your orgasm he removes them, bringing them to his mouth as he uses his other hand to reach between the two of you, pulling his cock free. He stares down at the sight of himself against the pretty white fabric of your dress as he moans against his own fingers, stroking himself for a moment before popping his digits out of his mouth, grabbing your hips and lifting you a bit. 

He lets out a small groan as your hands reach down to line him up at your entrance, he lets go of your hips, letting you sink yourself down onto him, his hands wrapping around your thighs instead, squeezing the meat there with a pleased hum. 

You’re going at your own pace as he fights his own impatience, doing his best to not thrust up into you as he latches his mouth onto your shoulder, biting softly as you take nearly all of him, gasping his name the entire time. 

After another moment you’re fully sat in his lap, your breathing heavy as one of his hands moves from your thigh to your clit.

“Can you come again? Like this?” He rasps the words out against your skin, you nod as he begins to swirl his fingers in small precise circles, his moans match your own as he feels you slowly lift yourself off of him, your chest bouncing as you fuck yourself on him. 

Gods as his witness he’ll never wear his helmet again during sex. 

It’s just better to really see you like this, he can’t believe he deprives himself of this so often, the way your body trembles, the sounds you make, everything is simply better without the filters and the modulation. 

“Maker- Din!” Your strained plea snaps him out of his thoughts as he looks at your face, your eyes and nose scrunched up in frustration. “Please, fuck me, Din please.” You always sound so sweet, at this rate he’ll never be able to say no to you.  

He sits up a little to give himself more leverage, one arm wrapped around your waist to steady you, his other hand reaching behind himself to prop himself up as he thrusts up into you. His hips snapping up as he grits his teeth, a growl forming in his throat. He keeps you there for a bit, keeping up a brutal pace as he lets gravity do most of the work, bouncing you on his length, eventually relaxing after feeling your legs give out from under you. He sits back up on his knees, steadying you with both bands now, keeping you impaled on his cock as he leans forward, kissing up the column of your throat.    

“Kiss me, please.” He murmurs against your jaw, desperate for more of you as he lets out a low whine, wishing you would just look at him.

Your eyes shut as you turn your head to kiss him, he brings one hand up to your face, his other still on your stomach as he groans, rocking his hips upwards again. 

“You can look.” He pants, holding his forehead to yours as he stares at your face, contorted in pleasure as he pushes himself deeper into you, watching the way your eyes flutter a bit, never actually opening.

“I- I can’t.” You gasp out as he fucks up into you, short shallow thrusts, relishing in the way you take him, squeezing his cock with every rock of his hips, the way your face looks as he leans in for another kiss, quick and chaste, a sharp juxtaposition to how he’s fucking you, only pulling out in the slightest before slamming back into you. 

“You can, I want you to.” His voice is ragged and desperate at this point. 

“I will, just, not tonight.” 

“Ni vercopaanir gar Ru'kel haa'taylir.” I wish you would look. 

“I will, Din- I promise I will.” He’s sure you didn’t learn enough to know what he said but he’s still satisfied with that answer.

“Okay.” He kisses you again, swallowing your moans as he picks up the pace, pulling you down onto him as he rocks his hips upwards. He manipulates your body like it’s nothing, his hands holding you tightly enough to keep you upright as he continues to slam himself into you, you’re soaking his cock at this point as he muffles his grunts with your mouth. He knows you’re both nearly there, with the way your words become nonsensical. He turns his head to whisper into your ear. “Come for me, sarad.” He groans, his mouth falling open as a slew of filthy noises fall past his lips he feels you pulse around him, he frantically goes to pull out but you shake your head no, slamming your hips back against his and riding out your orgasm he watches you mumble, barely coherently. 

“In- Inside, Din.” 

You don’t have to tell him twice. You give him the sweetest cry as he bites down on your shoulder, he growls against your flesh as he releases the fire pooling in his stomach. 

“Bid jate- bid jate par ni.” So good for me. He mumbles against your shoulder.

He fucks his cum deeper into you with a few more sloppy thrusts before sitting back on his heels, staring at the ceiling as his chest heaves, letting you rest back against him as you go limp in his arms. 

Once he’s caught his breath he leans back, keeping himself inside you as he kicks his legs out. He swallows, still a little unsteady as you sit up, one of his hands wanders to you back, drawing a star there with one of his fingers. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers softly just before you lay back on top of him.

“Why do you do that?” He doesn’t stop you this time as you reach over and turn the lamp off, taking his hands and guiding him to turn the both of you onto your sides as his erection softens inside of you. 

“Do what?” He blinks, adjusting his eyes to the darkness and biting back a groan as you adjust yourself to put your hips flush with his.

“You switch languages, usually when you’re near the end, or when you say something kind.”

Oh.

He’s never really thought about that. 

“How did you know what I said?” He brushes a bit of hair behind your ear as he runs his hand down and up your spine slowly. 

“I asked my question first.”

“Fair enough. I guess it just happens, I’ve never really thought about why. I suppose it’s just another layer of armor, another way to conceal things.” You don’t respond, presumably thinking over his response. “Your turn, how did you know what I said?”

“I guessed.” Smart girl. 

“Of course you did.” He places a kiss against the back of your neck before resting the bridge of his nose there. “Do you wanna sleep like this?” He rocks his hips a bit to accentuate his point, drawing a gasp from you. 

“Yes, please.” You whisper back.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smiles before closing his eyes, wrapping his arms around you, the last thing he feels before falling asleep is you intertwining your fingers with his. 

☆

He wakes up before you, careful to leave you undisturbed as he reaches over to turn on the lamp, happy to just watch you for a few more minutes before he leaves. Watching the rise and fall of your chest. After a moment he realizes he slipped out of you while he slept.

He’s in no rush but he knows the moment you wake he’ll have to go so he stays still for a while, enjoying the morning quiet until your eyes slowly open, and you stretch your arms with a groan. 

“Good morning, sarad.” He says softly, kissing your shoulder as you shudder at the sensation. 

“You’re leaving.” You whisper to him.

“I am.” 

Much to his surprise you turn to face him, of course he realizes a second too late that your eyes are closed. 

“Be safe.” You murmur, taking his face in your hands before kissing him. Maybe this will be a happy morning despite his worries about going. 

“Always.” He gives you another kiss before sitting up, dressing himself quickly, looking over at you every so often only to find that your eyes are closed until you hear the soft hiss of his helmet. 

“I’m serious, you better be careful.” You sit up and face him as he kneels beside you.

“I will, I promise.” He holds your face in one hand. “Goodbye, sarad’ika.” You give him a radiant smile. 

“Ret'urcye mhi, cyare.” Goodbye, beloved. That’s what you’d been learning yesterday. He’s a little taken aback by the sound of those words leaving your mouth, his own smile forming. 

“Jate bora” Good job. 

He doesn’t tell you how poorly you pronounced each of those words, too infatuated to care as he leans down, lifting his helmet enough to kiss your forehead. 

“I’ll be back in a few days, okay?”

“Okay.” 

He uses his free hand to gently grab your chin, giving you one last kiss.

“I’ll see you soon.” Once he’s shut the closet door he slips the fail safe box under your bed. 

And just like that he’s out the door, on his way to the nearest shipyard. 

☆

It goes surprisingly smoothly. 

He’s only gone for about four days, he gets lucky as far as transportation goes, managing to catch a cargo ship going directly to the planet he’s looking for. He doesn’t recognize it and in all honesty he isn’t sure he’s ever been there but he finds the convert easily enough.

It took a bit of convincing but he got what he needed from the armorer and just like that he was catching a ship back to you with two rings attached to a thin chain around his neck. 

He’s eager to see you immediately after landing but he’s filthy from the trip so he goes to the cabin first, shedding his armor and clothes before stepping into the fresher. He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t started taking care of himself more after meeting you. 

He’d avoided mirrors all together until you. 

He’d shave when his beard got unmanageable. He’d cut his hair when it stuck out the back of his helmet. And that was it. 

And then you came along and suddenly he was staring at himself in the dingy mirror he’s in front of now. The first day he realized he wanted to impress you he spent hours in the cabin fresher, trying to even out his facial hair, and give himself something that resembled a respectable haircut. He needs another one soon, staring at himself now he knows he’ll need to shave before he sees you but he can probably go a few more weeks without a haircut. 

He’s pretty sure you like his hair long, even if you’ve never seen it, that’s the only reason he hasn’t just buzzed it all, the way he’d normally do it. You’re always touching it. 

So he cleans up his beard before stepping into the shower, he’s in a hurry, scrubbing away the days of travel and grime. He finds a clean flightsuit and dons his armor as quickly as possible, his hair is still wet when he puts the helmet back on. 

He makes a beeline towards the castle as the sun sets, the promise of you drives him forward despite his exhaustion. 

He checks the library first, finding the nook to be empty. He goes to your chambers, if his count is correct you would have had dinner with Kodo yesterday, so if you aren’t reading you should be in your room. He’s pleased to see a nervous looking Leo outside your door, his eyes go wide as Din approaches. 

He stops a few inches away from Leodall, looming over him. 

“Everything went smoothly?” His voice is low and husky. His professional voice. 

“Yes, of course.” He’s pretty sure Leo is too scared of him to lie so he gives him a curt nod of approval. 

“Then you’re dismissed, thank you.” He really is thankful, despite his dislike for the twi’lek. He watches him scurry away before hastily pushing your door open, stepping inside to find you there. 

You’re laying on your stomach, a book laid out on the bed in front of you. A look of anger crosses your face when you look up, assuming you’d find Leo in the doorway but once you see him you’re sitting up, rushing over to him and wrapping your arms around him. 

“I missed you.” You mumble against his chest plate as he returns your embrace.

“It was only a few days.” He laughs softly as you look up at him. He’s just happy to be with you again. 

“That doesn’t mean anything, I still missed you.” With the way you’re looking at him it’s a wonder he doesn’t get on one knee right now. 

Instead he can’t help it as he yawns, he’d been in such a rush to return to you he’d barely slept during his trip.

“Are you tired?” Your brows furrow in concern as he shakes his head no. 

“No, I’m fine, I’m just happy to see you.” He’s about to lift his helmet to kiss you, but you frown and pull him towards the closet. He isn’t entirely sure he’s going to be able to properly fuck you in this state but he’ll make it work. As you shut the door he starts taking off his armor and you turn to help him, carefully removing each piece until he’s in just his flight suit and helmet. You gently put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to the floor before kneeling beside him. He puts his hands on your waist and is a little surprised when you tenderly pull them away. 

“Lay on your stomach.” You tilt your head to the side and he’s about to argue but you click your tongue and point at the blankets. “I let you disappear for a few days with no questions, you owe me, now lay down. And take off your flight suit.” 

With a reluctant groan he does as he’s told, sliding his flight suit down to his waist, his confusion only growing as you straddle his back. His bewilderment vanishes though as he feels your hands kneading his shoulders. He’s about to flip himself over and tell you he’s fine but as he opens his mouth to complain you dig the heel of your palm into his back and instead a moan slips out. 

He doesn’t make much of a fuss after that, letting you methodically take care of the many knots and tense spots across his back. 

He turns his head to the side, closing his eyes as you hum a song to yourself, caressing and kneading every inch of visible skin until you’re satisfied. He feels you lean down, planting a kiss along his spine before climbing off of him and laying down beside him, he sits up with another rather embarrassing moan. He’s trying to flip you over to do you as you laugh, pulling him back down to lay with you. 

“You need sleep.” You once again catch him off guard as he feels your fingers on the helmet release, the kiss of air accompanied by the click of the lamp as you remove his helmet, kissing his forehead. 

“I missed you too.” He whispers into the darkness, realizing he hasn’t said it yet.

“I know you did, now get some sleep.” You pull his head down against your chest, squeezing his shoulder as you do. He really is exhausted, he hadn’t realized until he was reunited with you that he doesn’t sleep as well without you. 

“I love you.” He sleepily mumbles against your chest. 

No one takes care of him the way you do. Your soft hands continue to rub his back as he succumbs to sleep. 

“I love you too.” He feels another kiss on his forehead as he exhales the last of his energy. 

If he wasn’t so tired he probably would have proposed right then and there. 

☆

Having the rings has made him a mess.

Anytime you do anything he just wants to ask. When you’d kissed him this morning, when you’d walked out of your room in a green dress grinning at him like you’d done it just for him, when you’d handed him the speeder maintenance book from before because you just knew he hadn’t read it last time. 

And right now, as you read like you always do, sitting beside him. 

Now more than ever he wants to ask. 

He had wanted so badly for it to be special. 

He was thinking of maybe doing it in the gardens some night, where he had kissed you for the first time. But you look exactly how he always wants you to look right now. 

Your face buried in a romance book with a smile dancing on your lips. 

Tucked away in the nook, safe from the world. 

“How much of the Mando’a book did you end up reading?” He plays with the edge of the page he’s on now, he’s been pretending to read again, unable to pull his focus from you. 

“The translation book? Not a lot.” He watches as you turn to give him a smile. 

“Do you know what riduur means?” He knows you don’t, but he can’t stop himself from saying it. 

“No, I don't think I learned that.” You close your book, staring at him curiously. 

“It means partner, or spouse.” 

“Oh. Okay…” Your eyes get a little bigger once he says that. 

He gives you a nod before looking back down at his own book, silently cursing himself out for not going through with it. He hadn’t realized that having rings made would make him fall apart every time he’s in your presence. 

You’re just so… perfect. Do you have to be so perfect? You learn his language and you respect him and you love him and you’re endlessly sweet. 

He just wants to keep you like this forever.

Safe and happy. 

That’s why he can’t help himself as he sets his book down, he fidgets with his helmet for a moment before turning off the modulator, he wants you to hear his voice without the filter, sitting up, he cradles your face in his hands. 

“Can I ask you something?” He whispers.  

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[flowerwiththemachinegun]

I feel like if you fuck Tseng the next thing you know y’all have 4 kids together. Is this fluff? I think it’s fluff. It felt like fluff.

He literally looks like an absolute baby maker and you’ll be carrying around all of those kids just for them to look like their fucking father.

Rufus is literally begging him to give you a break. At kid number two, Rufus didn’t think much of it. The third? “You may want to slow down.” At kid four the entire crew is letting him know that it’s no longer an accident that he’s getting you pregnant back to back.

I dunno if it was the recent ask from abortion-anon, but I’ve been considering what it would be like to have kids with Tseng. Yanno like, how he would be as a dad, like in a more positive lighting. (I do have versions of these guys in my mind) I also picked 4 (3 boys, 1 girl for my own self insert reasons)

Visions of Tseng going over paper work in one hand and his daughter in the other are plaguing my mind. Standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee on the counter he’s leaning against while her arms are wrapped snuggly around his neck. It’s 3am, he woke up immediately to the sound of cries, quickly getting up to take care of her. Tseng prefers for you to get as much sleep as possible, you two do have three other babies to care for after all. I can only imagine he’d give her the world and she would be such a daddy’s girl, it’s too much for my heart to bear.

Another thought that’s torturing my poor soul, the thought of the version of Tseng for Dead Languages sitting at the dining room table with one of his kids in his lap, the other three sitting around closely as he teaches them his native language. While it isn’t necessary sure, he would much rather they be associated with their roots in some way. Plus they’ll have a way of communicating to each other that nobody else could understand. I also think he would just like to.

I know Tseng would have every bit to do with educating his children. Maybe at times he’d push them harder over the years as I only imagine he’d have high expectations. At times it can be a little toxic, it’s only because he knows they’re capable of achieving any goal they’ve set for themselves. For the most part he’d be very understanding and helpful. Tseng is willing to run on nothing but coffee and 15 seconds of sleep if it means he makes sure his kids are excelling in life.

Depending on what point in time this is? Everyone is awfully fucking spoiled. Though he doesn’t reward shitty behavior from his kids in the slightest and if they’re giving you a hard time I can bet he’d set them straight. I don’t know what he’d say exactly, but I do believe he’d handle everything pretty decently. Swear he wouldn’t even have to raise voice at them.

Firmly believe he’d do his best to make sure you only have to go out of your way to take care of the kids while he handles everything else. If you have a job/career you’re already invested in, Tseng is going to find a way to work with your schedule. I think he’d also make sure that your life isn’t solely taking care of the kids, strongly believes that isn’t the way to live. He does take on as much responsibility as he can, but at times you do have to deal with him being away. It doesn’t stop him from making sure everything is okay at home in the at all. Which means guys, expect some baby sitting from the other Turks. I think he’d trust them the most with Elena.

He definitely cries when they move out. Don’t argue with me, argue with your momma. He sheds a few tears once the two of you are alone and you just hold him while he silently cries against you. He’s just so proud of what they’ve accomplished and that they’re moving on in life, but he’s going to miss having them around 24/7. Making an ungodly amount of noise knowing he’s on a video conference and that the entire board of directors can hear them argue over who stole whose food or the chaos from their roughhousing. Definitely has the “what if they don’t need me anymore” concern. Poor baby, they’re always going to need him, he knows this, simply can’t help the thought though.

Overall? Tseng is a good dad. Only other version I’d have for parenthood is the absent father(okay there may be 1 more version). He’s there but kind of just a background character damn near.

[gothushi]

okay so i haven’t found anywhere to watch the full episodes nor do i know any context of the show/his character so this’ll just be like.. my own interpretation/ideas? if anyone does have anywhere i can watch the as if episodes he’s in from in the US please lemme know:D

starting off a bit deep, i think he struggles with some mental health issues, possibly some trauma from a past relationship or a family member, (considering how he freaked when he had his photo taken suddenly with his shirt off) i won’t detail much bc i’m still thinking on it

so, due to that above, i think he needs to learn consent and communication is extremely important to him. it probably causes some issues early on in your relationship, he probably walks out a lot when he gets upset, takes time to cool off and then comes crawling back with tears and an apology (you eventually get him into therapy)

probably works at the local library. likes organizing things and putting everything where they go, and his favorite section is the CD’s

sappy and cliche as it is, he loves dancing with you in the kitchen of your little apartment. 2am, making something sweet to satisfy a late night craving, a CD playing in the radio on low volume. he’ll spin you around, sway with you, grinning all big as he leans forward to kiss your head

really likes getting spanked. yes i’ll elaborate later

after a few months, instead of walking out when he’s upset, (even if he still shuts down and is just quiet for a bit) he likes laying down with you in bed. lets you hold him, rub your hands over his back and arms, press gentle kisses to his skin, it helps calm him more than he knows (inspired from one clip i’ll either add to this or post separately)

could make out with you for HOURS i mean it. sat in bed up against the wall or headboard, you in his lap or laid on his chest, kissing messy until you’re both drooling and barely able to breathe, he likes that, a lot. also grabbing at you, very handsy in a gentle way

back to spanking in more detail. it was a fun little thing at first, a little playful slap here or there, either during the day randomly or during sex. after he gets into therapy and whatnot, he actually asks if it can be used like an actual punishment, something to ground his mind if he gets angry or upset even if it isn’t directed at you. so bend him over your lap, hold an arm behind his back and spank until he cries. he’ll wiggle, kick his feet, whine in that cute little tone, but once the tears fall he’s learnt his lesson and he’s done. comfort him with some kisses while rubbing his back and thighs, and then let him fuck into you until his hearts content

speaking of fucking ^ possessive, growls, groans, whines, all kinds of noises into your neck or against your mouth. pins you down and lays his body over yours, flesh to flesh, hips chasing a sloppy rhythm against your own while he mouths at your neck

likes groping you, during sex or randomly. will grab at your tits over your shirt, massage the muscles in your thighs while you ride him, grab at your tummy when he hugs you from behind

really really really likes cute dates with you, go to the park with him, go on a picnic, go to the movies. it helps unknowingly heal the part of him that he lost in earlier years due to his issues and trauma

very affectionate, kisses your forehead a lot, holds your hand or side hugs you when out in public, will definitely be the boyfriend to make out with you standing on the sidewalk or in the corner of a cafe

also really likes you play with his hair, lets you braid it, comb it for him, tuck it behind his ears whilst he’s smiling at you all big and giddy, loves you grabbing it and pulling it during sex

[crushedsweets]

Does Nina and Kate have an argument before? 

Yes!!! Kate doesn’t know how to navigate relationships and Nina is so used to destroying all of her own, so it would be absurd for them to never argue..

I went hella off topic from the argument and just started talking about them randomly cuz I’ve been on vacation and miss my gf. Which means ninakate weighs heavy on my heart

The first time they met was an argument actually.. sort of.. kinda… Nina thought she was Jeff, nearly tackled her, so Kate slammed her against a tree and cussed her out till Toby came and made her back down .. LOL ok that’s not really an argument but Nina was really upset.

In an AU of creeped where ninakate happens, they mess around without telling anyone for a while. Mostly just making out and laying together and rapidly pretending nothings going on when someone walks in(cuz Kate doesn’t like trouble and Nina was specifically told not to bother Kate).

But it’s kinda difficult to figure out cuz Kate starts to feel kind of possessive over Nina(considering she hasn’t had anything like this before, Nina’s her first everything) and Nina likes to push that. Purposefully talks about people she’s meeting, scrolls dating apps in front of her, cries about Jeff. Thinks it’s okay cuz “I’m not your girlfriend we aren’t exclusive you can’t get jealous” .. eventually Kate makes a remark towards Nina and Nina is VERY defensive and VERY argumentative. Kate tries to be like “alright whatever Nina i don’t care this isn’t my problem you’re not my problem” but Nina keeps pushing and pushing. I can’t really imagine Kate having a screaming match with anyone, she has the most intense anxiety and lack of energy and little self respect, so she would just keep insisting “I don’t care.”

Which would only further upset nina cuz she wants Kate to care 💀💀💀💀 ITS BAD .

There’s a LOT for them to learn from each other. Nina desperately needs so much attention and validation. She grew up receiving material goods to make up for workaholic parents, and eventually only receiving positive attention on her appearance/what she can offer people.

Meanwhile, Kate thinks she wants to be left alone. She thinks she’s better off rotting in the mines and never making any connections. Frequently goes back to Lauren’s skeleton as a reminder of how badly she fucked that up. She doesn’t think she’s made for people anymore, considering she spent so many years just hanging out with Charlie (practically a zombie) and slendy (literally a monster.) she has no relationship experience beyond her rocky friendship with CR and an unrequited, stifled crush on Lauren.

Nina needs to learn how to be comfortable with herself, learn how to exist without external validation, learn how little her appearance should matter, learn how to love herself, learn how to be loved for who she is rather than how she looks or what she can do, learn how to be gentle again.

Kate needs to learn how to seek people out and let people in, learn how to communicate instead of shutting up when something bothers her, learn how to stop withdrawing, learn to stop hating herself for every little thing she’s done, learn to take care of herself, learn to see herself as a human being again. . . And also needs to learn how to be gentle

I like how they reflect each other in the gentle aspect too… like physically and initially Nina is really good at being gentle. Little lingering touches and sweet hugs and kisses and giggling and cupping someone’s face. But her words sting like hell. She throws plates and screams and assumes the worst of everyone around her. Meanwhile, I think Kate’s the opposite. She grabs too hard and her hands are so rough and she shoves and nudges and maims and hurts everything around her, even unintentionally. But she’s soft spoken, avoids eye contact, usually does what she’s told, tries to get in and out of every situation as quickly and quietly as possible. Yeah she’s blunt and straightforward and a bit too honest, but you can tell she doesn’t do it to be mean. She thinks she’s being helpful and good in that regard. So even that dynamic itself is something they’d likely argue about, but also something they really need to learn from each other about

Idek man omfg . I just really am fond of them. This is so goofy.

[blucifer08]

rambling about my personal life (positive)

I moved in with my boyfriend in December and every single day I am reminded why I am incredibly lucky to have him. He makes every moment of my life better. He is the most patient and kind person on this planet and I consider myself so lucky to get to be his partner.

I've been going through some mental health issus and lots of really bad mood swings, which isn't uncommon for me, but things at work have been ramping my anxiety and when my anxiety gets bad it seems like the rest of my mental health comes falling like a bunch of dominos knocking into each other. And yet his patience is damn near unending.

I couldn't figure out what I wanted to eat the other day, I just laid in bed and cried and clung to him. We were having a 'fend for yourself' kind of dinner night and for some reason I just had a bit of a mental block and couldn't actually get up and prepare the food, everytime I thought about it I just started freaking out. Couldn't figure out what to eat, despite having plenty of food. And so he hugged me and he kissed me and he got up and he made me something to eat and made sure I ate dessert as well

I am not an easy person to handle emotionally. I have meltdowns often, especially because i have sound sensory issues. Sometimes I get stuck in my brain and relive really traumatic memories from my childhood, and I get stuck for hours paralyzed in fear from things from long ago. And no matter what it is, no matter what's bothering me, he responds with the most pure and gentle kindness I've seen from another human being.

I really just hope I can be somewhat like that for him. I want to make his life as good as possible. I love him so much.

I really, genuinely thought myself incapable of this kind of love. We've known each for many years and we played FFXIV together, and it took until last year for me to become okay with the idea of being romantic with him. What a shame, because i love nothing more in this world than loving him and being loved by him.

I've often found myself repulsed by the idea of love, repulsed by being physically close to other people. It's so strange now, to be filled with such an overwhelming love for someone. And I'm beyond happy that it is him with whom I share love. I adore his curly hair, his stupid shit-eating grin when he's said something dumb as fuck, his eyes, his eyelashes, his eyebrows, his jaw, his hands, the way his voice sounds when he's sleepy, the way he needs to watch youtube when he cooks dinner, the way he bags groceries very specificaly and CLEARLY doesn't like the way i do it lol

I love when we're out and about and he knows the moment I'm starting to get overstimulated. He knows me so well. Last week he came to me and said, "Hey, I hope this is okay but I was offered for us to go to [place that is very nice!] but I figured since we were there last week and you're pretty exhausted, you wouldn't wanna go, so i said no." And he was 100 percent absolutely fucking right. "I figured you'd wanna spend the weekend relaxing around the house." DING DING DING! He knows me so well.

It's so beautiful to love someone like this. I've never felt this way about another person.

He is just so, so, so kind. And understanding. He loves Naru and Erasmia and he encourages me to write and draw whatever I'd like to my heart's content, he encourages me to gpose, even though none of that is anything he's ever done or generally has interest in. He loves my art. He loves me for me. He loves my flaws. He loves me for my flaws, not in spite of them.

He loves me, even when I'm suffering from sensory issues and just curled into a ball covering my face and wishing all sound and light would disappear. He loves me when I'm sobbing and can't tell why. He loves me when I've sunken into old memories and can't find my way out. He loves me when I'm paralyzed in anxiety over something that I should be able to do easily.

I have no clue what it is I did to deserve this man's love but I thank my lucky stars I have him every day when I wake up and see him beside me

[fallenclan]

okay, I have a few songs in mind for that Otterslip pmv! Just to let you know what to expect between all of these :) Give me your thoughts on these songs, I love these all dearly and really want to create something with all of these.

Toba the Tura by Forgiven Durden

Introduction to the Show by ミラクルミュージカル (Miracle Musical)

Alternatively, I use the Hawaii Part II Part II demo for Introduction to the Show because that version goes so hard. 10/10 demos. The piano is so crisp.

Time Machine by ミラクルミュージカル (Miracle Musical)

I will be using either the 1st or 2nd demo if I decide to do this song. The polished version on the official record won't do for Otterslip.

The Rockrose and The Thistle by The Amazing Devil

Worms by Viagra Boys

Poplar St by Glass Animals

I'd have to do this one carefully. Might have to edit my own version of the song for the pmv

I will be watching this post, so if anyone has more ideas.... then please share them in the replies or smth :)

-🎲

YOUR MUSIC TASTE IS SO GOOD. all of these songs are fantastic and they fit Otterslip so well,,, i've listened to almost all of them before but i still had to make myself a little playlist to refresh my memory and listen to them with the context of Otterslip in mind. devastating btw, in the best possible way. putting my thoughts below the cut bc they might get a little long!

Toba the Tura:

SUCH a good song. especially for Otterslip. a few lyrics that really stood out to me.

THE LAST ONE ESPECIALLY. that whole ending monologue just SCREAMS Otterslip. the girl he loved vacating to a new place? his daughter dying and going to the afterlife. a mountainous wall of stone to separate themselves from him??? its. a fucking mountain. they live in a mountain. theirs would be the light, his would be the dark. oughghghghg sobs and wails and cries forever

Introduction to the Snow:

what if i cried. man this song is so fucking SAD. and also not in a way. would work fantastic if one wanted to do a really lonesome depressing take on Otterslip's exile. im picturing an animatic with very few pov changes, just Otterslip maybe watching the stars or traveling through the outside of Fallenclan's territory, up until "you'll live forever tonight" and the piano afterwards, then i'm seeing lots of glimpses of his past life in Fallenclan, and the events leading up to Stormsight's death. ougghh

Time Machine:

GOD THIS WORKS SO WELL WITH HIS EXILE. "you'll have enough time to spend some time alone" HES LITERALLY ALONE. dice anon youre going to turn me into an Otterslip apologist. hes literally leaving today

The Rockrose and the Thistle:

jaw drop. a friend of mine introduced me to this band a while back but HOW HAVE I NOT HEARD THIS ONE. this song fits Otterslip so good its crazy. here's a couple lyrics that stick out to me

i'm definitely seeing some hints of Grassroot in this song. maybe he's singing it to her, maybe she's singing it to him, idk but shes There. ouches

Worms:

i've never heard this song OR this band before and it fucking RULES so first off thanks for pointing me in that direction. second OUGH i can see the Otterslip here. no lyrics in particular stand out to me but the Vibes... man the vibes they fit so well. i can see him singing this to Stormsight, esp since the "the same worms that eat me will one day eat you too" has such a threatening sound to it,,

Poplar St:

MY HEART. god this is so good and it works so well. again no lyrics really stick out to me in particular but MAN. the stress on "free falling love addict" is getting to me. considering Stormsight fell to his death. ouch.

conclusion! these are all fantastic song choices and you are a fucking genius. i'm almost temped to something with Toba the Tura myself, except i know I'd never finish it lmao. and as a side note, if you've never heard the Chonny Jash covers of a lot of Miracle Musical songs i would highly recommend. they aren't for everyone but personally I like them better than some of the originals, even.

and back to the topic of Otterslip: here's all the songs I have on his playlist at the moment (though i will be adding. probably all of the ones youve suggested.) in case you wanted more inspiration or simply some good tunes to listen to.

ty for your wonderful ask!!! you have given me much to think about...

[pollenallergie]

OKAY OKAY i’m horny and sad so i cope by building onto your sahd billy thoughts. when he first found out that you’re finally pregnant, being a dad was all he could think about. it reminded him of his own childhood, and you watched that despite the joy he was facing, his anxiety was a crushing force. so in your third trimester after you’ve gotten your maternity leave in order, you sit down and clasp your hands over billy’s before making a proposition. during the initial 8 weeks of maternity leave your job has granted you, he can resolve any of his carpentry jobs that he hasn’t finished before the arrival of the baby. however, once you return to work, would he consider staying home with the baby for your peace of mind? both of you know it’s as much about him as it is you, but he jumps at the chance. when you welcome your gorgeous daughter into the world, he cries harder knowing that he’ll be the one to help her grow. he’s nervous around her at first, but he has such strong parental instincts that even if he fumbles with tasks, he usually knows how to sooth the baby. he spends his days with her reading books and going out for walks in a sling that was definitely designed for women. he’s so diligent about making sure she never spends more than 15 minutes in a dirty diaper, and is the only one besides you who can quiet her when she gets gassy. seeing the parental instincts in billy make you wildly horny, and you bet your ass that if the baby is with grandparents or has gone to sleep that you’re giving billy sloppy head and letting him pull your panties to the side and fuck you deep and hard in a combo of desperation and the need for speed. no medication he’s ever taken compares to seeing you come in the door with groceries after work and beelining to him to kiss your two favorite people. i have more thoughts about when the next kids come along and pregnancy, but i’m exhausted so just expect more soon!!-🍊

snskenjdndkdkfkfj i apologize in advance for the lackluster response but!!! ik that you recently sent in another ask and like i’m very stoked about you being back!! you were very much missed!! so i wanted to like respond to this ask as a thank you!!! and also i will absolutely try to have a response ready for your most recent ask by the end of the year!! its just that like… school b kicking my ass rn! but after finals, i should have more than enough time to read it and obsess over it and reply to it in the most feral, unhinged way possible 💖💖💖

love youuuu

also yes!! to all of this!!!! he’s soooo diligent about making sure his darling baby girl is properly taken care of, so much so that he is absolutely the kinda dad who is super reluctant to let your (drunk) relatives hold her at family gatherings. like if uncle jim has had more than two beers, i’m sorry, but billy is not letting him hold his beautiful, fragile, delicate baby girl. absolutely not. no way. at times he’s maybe a bit overprotective, but it’s only because he values the safety and happiness of his family above all else. he’ll do anything and everything to make sure the love of his life, his lifelong partner, the owner of one half of his heart and his beautiful baby, his darling girl, his little angel, the owner of the other half of his heart, are both safe and happy and loved and content, just as you would do for him and for your daughter. you’re two of the most doting, most nervous parents in the world, but it’s hard not to be when the very product of your love is so damn adorable and also, unfortunately, still damn tiny and so damn fragile. but, let’s be honest, even when your beautiful girl is no longer quite so small and helpless and so easily put in danger (she could be dropped, she could be shaken, she could choke!! oh my god there’s so many things to worry about!!!), you’ll still fret over her endlessly. of course, as she grows older and more independent, you’ll both give her the space she needs to mature and find herself, but you’ll never really stop worrying about her and you’ll never really stop trying to dote on her and to care for her. you’ll absolutely be the parents who visit her while she’s away at school and bring just sooo much food with you and, oh gosh, if billy notices that her and her roommates don’t have gloves, he’s gonna immediately knit them all a pair because “it’ll be winter soon! you two could get frostbite! you need gloves!” as she gets older this sort of fretting will begin to annoy her, and when she’s a teen it’ll absolute infuriate her at times, but eventually she’ll grow to appreciate it, and, when she’s your age, with a baby of her own, she’ll look back on all those years of ceaseless doting and fretting and fussing fondly. of course, even when she has a baby of her own, blessing you and billy with your first grandbaby, you’ll still continue to dote on her and to fret over her, even as you dote on and fret over your new grandbaby too. you and billy will probably be the kind of parents who show up to the hospital while she’s in labor with huge care-packages for her and the new baby and your son-in-law, making sure all of your loves are properly taken care of. and billy’ll definitely cry when he hold his grandchild for the first time, just as he did when he held his daughter for the first time, just as he did when he held each of her siblings for the first time. <3

[beaker1636]

Single Lyrics Intro - Ryan Sitkowski

AN: Here we go, the intro to the Ryan single dad fic! Hope ya'll enjoy

“Hey y/n, this is Ryan, from highschool.  Listen, I really need some help and I don’t know who else I can ask.  Can you please call me back when you get the time?”

You play the voicemail message back a few times, unable to fully believe what you are hearing.  Pausing in your tracks when it plays as you are cleaning your daycare classroom.

It has been almost 10 years since you have last spoken to Ryan, a relationship that turned sour and didn’t end well.  The man broke your heart years ago, so what could he possibly need from you after all these years and from you of all people?

You sigh, going back to cleaning for the night while debating if you should call him back or not, he did sound really concerned in his voicemail.  You’re so distracted by everything that you don’t even notice when your boss and one of your best friends walks into your room.

“Okay, what is wrong? You are clearly trapped in your own head,” Miranda asks, stepping in front of you so you notice her.

You both take a seat in the two rocking chairs, you letting out a sigh before speaking. 

“Do you remember Ryan?” 

“Like the one who you cried over for weeks for being a dick, yeah. Why?” She gives you a look that lets you know she is unsure where you are going but she doesn’t approve of what you have to say.

“When all the kids left I had a voicemail, he said he really needs my help and asked me to call him back.  What should I do? Why would he call me of all people? We haven’t spoken in years,” you sigh again, conflicted and confused about what you should do.

“That is really fucking weird, do you have any clue what he needs?” She asks, you can feel the side eye that she is giving you.

“No, he didn’t say… oh shit, he is calling again now,” you immediately panic, freezing as you decide what you should do.

“Answer it, I will finish mopping. Tell me what he wants,” she says, standing up and moving to give you some privacy.

You take a deep breath before answering. “Hey Ryan, sorry I didn’t answer sooner, I was working.”

“y/n, thank you for answering.  Do you have a couple minutes to talk, I have something I really need help with and I genuinely can’t think of anyone else to ask.” You can hear the hesitation in is voice, his anxiety in his words.

“Yeah, I have some time, what’s up?” you ask softly, anxious yourself.

“My- my sister unfortunately died about a month ago in a car accident with her husband, and long story short I have custody of their 18 month old little girl, Violet, like she's officially mine.  Anyway, long story short I need a nanny who would travel with us for tours and stuff, to be with her when I can’t…. And I can’t find anyone trustworthy.  You do daycare and have a lot of experience with kids and we know each other so I know that you wouldn’t be weird about who I am which is also important to me.  I just really want what is best for Violet and I think you would be great at it, but I understand if you say no based on our past.  I - I know I hurt you in the past and I can’t take that back but I really hope you will consider this,” he sounds desperate as he speaks, like he genuinely needs you. “I don’t expect an answer right away, you can take a few days to decide.”

“I’m so sorry Ryan, that sounds like a lot to take in and go through for you. I’ll consider it and get back to you tomorrow and get back to you if that is okay,” you say, genuinely not sure what you currently think about everything. It is a lot for you to take in yourself, both glad he thought of you but also upset that after all this time that is finally what he is talking to you about.

“I can accept that, and y/n, I really am sorry for everything I put you through. I know I can never take it back and it still upsets me.  Please do not let that be the thing that stops you,” he asks gently.

“Thank you, and I won’t.  I need to let you go Ryan, I will call you tomorrow,” you say softly before both of you say goodbye and hang up on eachother.

The second he hangs up you groan, asking yourself what the fuck am I going to do now?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

[kaittalkstoomuch]

Hey yall! Happy Friday/Saturday! ❤️‍🔥

‘86 // Chapter Twenty-Seven: One Way or Another

MIDNIGHT OF MARCH 24, 1986

“Nancy!” I scream as I run back to Steve and a frozen Nancy. Panic ensues above us as Dustin shouts “GET THE MUSIC NOW!” The problem? We don’t know what her favorite song is. Though, I can probably guess it would be “Africa” by Toto. Knowing Eddie, though, I don’t think he has the cassette tape.

“Nancy, it’s gonna be okay.” I speak to her calmly as if she can hear me. I turn to a frightened Steve. “Steve, she’s going to be okay.” He takes a deep breath. “ Trust me, she will. She’s Nancy fucking Wheeler.” Steve nods at my statement before we look at her and examine her eyes. They’re cloudy. It’s as if she’s a ghost. “Nancy, it’s Roxie and Steve, we’re here with you.” Steve holds her while I hear the chaos above.

I think about earlier, finally coming to terms with my sexuality. Talking about Barb. Thinking of what sick, twisted thing Henry is using against Nancy. Is it Barb’s death and her guilt? Is it Steve and Jonathan? It sure as hell isn’t me, so I start shaking her a bit.

“He is not going to get you, okay? Barb’s death was not your fault.” I nod to Steve. Steve has so much panic and it’s evident he’s still in love with her. You can see it in his eyes. The Steve Harrington I once knew as an asshole has changed. Transformed.

“Steve… She’s going to be okay…” I look up at the gaping hole hearing the continuous commotion. “THEY JUST NEED TO FIND SOMETHING!” I scream to everyone at the top. “WE NEED MUSIC!” Robin yells as I hear Eddie scream back, “THIS IS MUSIC!” Knowing him, it’s Iron Maiden.

I begin to notice something, think of something. This would be the point where she’d be levitating. I think back to when Vecna had me. Certainly there had to be a point of levitation right? “Steve.” I speak as calmly as possible. “What?” “She’s not levitating. By now, she would be… when Vecna had me.. it was as if he was toying with my emotions. Like a game. Taunting me. A cat, mouse game.”

Steve furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “What?” “With me, he used my father leaving, Eddie, and my sexuality against me. I’m not saying that this is what he’s doing to her… but…” I start shaking and he takes notice. “I got her.” He speaks softly as I step away from her and he takes over. “I’m sorry.” I say absentmindedly.

“For what?” He asks. “For not ever liking you. For not giving you a chance at first. When you two were together.” “Rox, it’s fine.” “No… it’s not. I’ve treated you so unfairly because I thought I could be better for Nancy… I loved her… like, so breathtakingly in love. I was jealous of you. I was unfair to you, dude. I was an asshole and then my brother literally started idolizing you. I had to tolerate you.”

Steve stifles a cocky chuckle. “You ‘tolerate’ me?” “Yes.” I laugh because I actually grew quite fondly of Harrington. And also because this really isn’t the time or place for a heart to heart, but if this somehow eases Nancy, so be it. “Actually, I consider you one of my best friends. You’ve changed quite a bit.” I smile at him. “Go for it.” I caught him off guard.

“What?” “Go… For… It… Do I have to spell it out for you dude? Win Nancy back. Fight for her.” Steve looks at Nancy in his arms. “But she’s with-“ “It’s not my business, but do it for me. Fight like hell.” Steve looks at me conflicted, until Nancy comes to and Steve catches her as she falls down.

“Holy shit.” I kneel beside her and Steve. Steve is holding her as she panics and cries. “I'll let the others know.” “Rox.” Steve asks. “Yeah?” “Thank you.” “Yeah.” I quietly smiled at both of them before climbing up the rope.

*****

We’re all in Max’s living room, knowing Eddie’s trailer wasn’t safe most likely. Steve is across from Nancy, sitting next to Eddie. I sit on the floor with Robin keeping a watchful eye on Nancy. Erica is sitting next to Eddie. Lucas and Max are standing next to each other and Dustin is standing by Robin and I.

“He showed me something that hasn’t happened yet.” She recounts soberly. Eddie looks at me intensely. “I saw a dark cloud… spreading over Hawkins. The town on fire. Dead soldiers… this giant creature with a gaping mouth. And this creature wasn’t alone.” She recounts.

“There were so many monsters. An army. And they were coming into Hawkins.” Max and I exchange a worried glance. “Into our neighborhoods. Our homes. And then, he showed me my mom, Holly, Mike… and they.. they were all dead.”

Steve pipes up in an attempt to comfort her. “Okay, but he was just trying to scare you Nance.” I glare at Steve, then back at Nancy, understanding what he means. The game… but there’s more to the story.

“Right, I mean it’s not real.” “Not yet, but there was something else.” Here we go. “He showed me gates. Four gates. Spreading across Hawkins. And these gates, they looked like the one in Eddie’s trailer, but, they didn’t stop growing. This wasn’t the Upside Down. This was Hawkins. Our home.”

“Vecna works in fours.” Max says. We all focus our attention on her. She mentions the grandfather clock chimes four times. “He’s been telling us his plan this whole time.” Lucas says and we all look frightenedly at him. “Four murders would be the equivalent to four gates.” I mutter as Dustin somberly says, “he’s one kill away from success.”

Max goes to dial the phone, presumably for the Byers, but does not succeed. “The line’s busy…” she says. “Whatever is happening in California, is connected to the Upside Down. We have to go back down in the Upside Down.” “NO!” “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” “Nope. Nope.” Everyone except for me protests. Instead, I observe Nancy’s bravery.

She just had this massive encounter with Henry that must’ve been terrifying. Only to want to brave out the Upside Down again. My admiration grows, not in a sexual way, but that’s the Nancy fucking Wheeler I remember. In the midst of my admiration, Robin and Steve argue that Vecna would not be a fair fight, which I do agree with. But, then again, we’re smarter than he thinks.

Dustin then mentions Vecna is a number just like Eleven, One, so he could have the same weaknesses. They’re bodies can open to attack when they travel in the void. We could attack him in the Creel house, the attic. Robin states that even if it worked, we don’t know who he’d attack next.

“I’m still his target, even after escaping. If I ditch my Walkman, I can draw back his attention.” “Wait Rox, were you-“ “NO!” Eddie shouts, putting his foot down. Steve and I look at each other in amusement. “I will not let him get her. Or anyone…” Eddie growls. “He was doing that to screw with her head. We need to nail this bastard. He will not touch anyone ever again.” Nancy and I look at each other knowingly.

“But Vecna will kill Max.” Lucas adds. “I can survive him as long as we can find a way to kill him.” Max says before I join her. “Or Roxie for that matter.” We join hands.

******

Eddie slams an advertisement for The War Zone onto Max’s dining room table. “‘The War Zone’.” He starts as he looks around the circle of friends. I stand next to him on one side and Steve on the other. “This place is gonna have everything we need to bring down Cecna. It’s far enough to avoid cops and angry hicks.” “Wouldn’t it be where angry hicks lurk?” Erica says. “We need the weapons.” Nancy exerts.

“Fuck, we wouldn’t be able to bike there. It would take too long.” Robin says. Eddie states as he looks at me and gives me butterflies, “you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” I nod, chuckling softly. “Hey Red. Do you have a ski mask or something?” Eddie asks Max? Who indeed has a trick up her sleeve.

[aajjks]

reward!jungkook

its been four days and jungkook hasn’t left the house. he’s too consumed by guilt and grief to step outside and show his face. no one has told him about syelle’s funeral and he wonders if it’s because nobody wanted him to attend.

he just lays in bed wallowing in his own regrets. he curses himself for being so stupid and so blind for you when he should’ve been syelle’s side. he holds onto her wedding ring and whispers apologies he hopes she can hear even though what he did was unforgivable.

how can he live on when he took an innocent woman’s life? why can’t this be one of his worst nightmares where he wakes up in a cold sweat? syelle is alive and you never existed.

why couldn’t it be him that died from a broken heart?

*ding dong*

“jungkook? hey!! it’s eunwoo open—“

“just break it down, eunwoo. he’s been in there for four days!”

“alright alright”

slowly, jungkook makes his way downstairs to open the door for eunwoo and his wife of 3 years, alina.

“jungkook! oh my goodness! i’m so sorry we’re late” says alina as she takes his hand in hers. “sorry for your loss. i know it must be traumatizing to find her there like that. are you okay?”

that’s right, neither eunwoo nor alina knows about his infidelity. they don’t know about the sex tape or you. jungkook wonders if he should tell his friends the truth considering they knew nothing about it. was he so wrapped up in you that he forgot all about his friends?

it all happened so fast that he can’t remember when it all came crashing down but he feels it. hurt, guilt, grief, hate, he feels it all.

“poor girl passed from a broken heart…was she depressed or something? you know what, don’t tell us. you’re still grieving and we don’t want to overwhelm you” says alina as the three of them take a seat on the leather couch.

“you haven’t called or texted us in weeks. we wanted to make sure you were okay”

“yeah, her funeral is tomorrow. we wanted to go with you so you wouldn’t be alone”

should jungkook tell his friends the truth?

Jungkook starts to wallow so loud, Eunwoo’s eyes widen but his wife is not surprised because he’s a grieving husband at the end of the day

“why are you so surprised? his wife died-if I died, wouldn’t you cry like this?”

She whispers getting close to her husband’s face, but right now they need to focus on their friend who’s crying like a kid. they didn’t know that he loved Syelle so much because it was more of an arranged marriage but of course, everyone falls in love with time.

And it’s so sad because she was so young and hearing that she died from a broken heart possibly could have went wrong?

“Come on man just tell us what’s going on why do you look so guilty?” Eunwoo asks and yes they’re curious because… jungkook is just refusing eye contact with them.

He needs to prepare himself for another punch to the jaw, or maybe his nose this time. So Jungkook takes in a breath, “I was having an affair.” He breathes out and the couples eyes almost pop out of their eye sockets.

“you bastard- WHAT THE FUCK MAN.” Eunwoo cusses. “ I had been cheating on her for more than a year with a girl I fell in love with…”

You.

“and the night she died. I was busy fucking yn.. but yn turned out to be a crazy bitch who sent her a video that I wasn’t even aware of being recorded- to her.. and she died..”

Honestly, who the fuck is yn? They’re both wondering and alina so disgusted while her husband gets up from his chair, and grabs jungkook by his shoulders to punch him.

That makes a cringing noise, but… he deserves it.

Jungkook hisses and tears come out of his eyes. It’s not because of the physical pain. It’s because of the pain in his heart.

“I-I know! THAT BITCH WON’T STOP CALLING ME- I left her I just want to die! KILL ME PLEASE.” He cries on pathetically, his lip has started to bleed.

“you’re fucked up you know that? SHE DIED OF A BROKEN HEART, BECAUSE OF YOU AT THE AGE OF 24. THAT’S CRAZY YOU’RE GOING TO BURN IN HELL WHO THE FUCK IS THIS WOMAN I NEED TO SEE HER FACE.” Eunwoo groans at jungkook.

“I KNOW, BUT I STILL LOVE HER- I CAN’T HELP IT BUT SYELLE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE.” Jungkook actually crazy because he still feels like he loves you..

But his conscious, and his heart is so heavy with what’s happened to Syelle.

“I REALLY WISH SHE DIDN’T DIE.”

Alina has tears in her eyes and she can’t help but stare at the ring in jungkooks grip, he’s lying he’s not in love with you.

He’s in love with his wife, who is dead now.

“OH, YOU’RE PATHETIC.”

Jungkook knows.

“please I need to attend her funeral and I will stop with yn… I will be alone for the rest of my life because Syelle didn’t deserve this and now she’s dead because of me- THAT’S RIGHT YOU NEED TO REDEEM YOURSELF, SO GET READY TOMORROW AND WE’RE GOING TO THE FUNERAL OF YOUR WIFE-I swear to God if I see your mistress there, I’m going to kill that bitch with my hands.”

[just-absolutely-super]

Okay. Angst alert

I HC that Yuichiro was just starting out in Sci-labs after graduating when Dr. Tadashi Hikari died. Like Lan’s relationship with him, his father was the world to him and he would take his death hard.

He shut down. He still managed to accomplish his tasks but Everything he did lacked his usual passion. His usual drive and out of the box way of approaching a problem. He was completely on auto pilot. His new co-workers would offer condolences and try their own way of cheering him up, but no matter what they did he was still this… empty shell.

(Whether the following was before they started dating or after i don’t know)

Haruka made sure he was never alone. Took it upon herself to watch over him. Comfort him. Never tried to take him out to cheer him up, or did anything special beyond making sure he was properly fed. She was just… there. When he talked she listened. When he cried, her heart broke seeing him in pain and she would gently remind him that he was not alone and that he was not without people who loved him.

(I have no idea where this came from, I was just trying to figure out how Haruka got with Yuichiro despite his obliviousness.)

aww that's sweet, though some timeline stuff is inaccurate

Tadashi definitely died after Yuichiro and Haruka married. Actually, considering he knew Lan and Hub, it's possible he died shortly after they were born. Whether he helped Hub turn into Megaman is up to interpretation because it's not really clear, but regardless his death definitely happened after Yuichiro established himself at SciLab

I do agree about him potentially shutting down though, but not really in a "shut down" way...

See, if Tadashi's death (along with the weight of him digitizing part of his being to hold off Alpha) and Hub's diagnosis with HBD happened in rapid succession, it's possible that Yuichiro was just SUCKER PUNCHED with tragedy after tragedy

He did mourn his father, and felt like he lost his best friend (because my personal hc is he got really close to his dad after his mother died when he was a child) but then one his babies starts getting sick...and sicker...until the doctors say his heart can't function anymore

But instead of shutting down from all the grief, Yuichiro acted

He couldn't do anything for his father, but he could somehow save his son

And that's the shut down I'm talking about--not a shut down as in he stopped functioning, but a shut down where he didn't think of anything else and just kept working because he had to make sure Hub's soul was saved. That must have taken so much time and dedication

I think Hub's death did put a strain on his and Haruka's marriage. Haruka had an idea of what Yuichiro was doing, but from an outside perspective he pretty much buried himself in his work and neglected her and their other son.

I think she did confront him and begged him to stop and come home. I think he lashed out and said he couldn't because he had to save him! He had to save his baby! And that's when she finds out the extent of his plan with his Navi project...

Eventually, with a lot of time and patience and Haruka coming to lab to bring his clothes and food (because gosh dang it Yuichiro you can't save Hub if you're half fucking dead!), the two have a more emotional heart to heart and they patch back together their relationship.

By then Megaman would be on his way to being functional so Yuichiro could make more time to spend with Lan. This is also when he brings Lan to the lab to look at his "future Navi"

Anyways, I made this more about Yuichiro's relationship with Hub than his dad, so I'll just say that Yuichiro never really properly mourned Tadashi because of everything going on afterwards. This leads to more of his regret and guilt that he felt during BN3 because he felt like he failed as his father's son when it came to the Alpha project. He still misses him terribly, but he knows his father is still looking out for him in some way (after all, he did save Megaman in BN3)

[bampirez]

vent // i miss langa too

it’s so weird trying to genuinely get over someone, the second I feel better and feel like “hey I’m alright, I have better people and I’m truly worth more than what he made me feel like” you show right back up? it’s not just feelings for someone, you were my first best friend?

you made me feel genuinely alright, you made sure I felt okay but what happened to you? you turned into this sick bastard who does anything for a good laugh, you hated when I told you shit that made me worried or excited. you truly made me feel like the worst person possibly, you made me realize that I was infact a terrible person almost daily because I didn’t say I love you one night? you told me to die and you told me you hated me then you told me you never meant it? not once? but when I, me, when I feel hurt, when I vent on my vent acc about how terrible I feel because of you leaving me like this I become the terrible person I always was.

if you came to me right now, today, tomorrow, I would genuinely open my door, if you ever showed up to my house I would let you in. do you understand that, do you understand how much you meant to me? how much you mean to me? everytime you told me you hated me I genuinely lost a part of me. you have never ever cared for me and that is literally the worst thing to realize, to realize that the one person I wanted ever, for the first time in my life never cared about me, wouldn’t have ever held out a hand for me when I needed it.

when I told you almost drowned you told me, “diving seems so fun”, “don’t you feel better now?” and “oh ):” Jesus fuck I grew the worst fear of water because of it, I have never felt so unheard or uncared for. do you want me to show you the letters I wrote to you in my notes? the times I laid my head on the desk and thought of you, the time I had a breakdown in the middle of class because I genuinely couldn’t take it anymore? the one time I skipped my entire study hall and cried my eyes out because you told me you hated me?

when I cried so hard on your birthday i went to school with swollen eyes? the way I cared so much for you I pushed myself to show it, how on our anniversaries instead of a letter or note I got nothing? when I gave up making gifts and would just wish myself a happy anniversary, when I would only talk about you to everyone? did you really not realize I loved you? did you really not notice that I spent hours making things for you, hours after school talking to you, I took so many chances for it all? you were my soulmate but I never thought I was yours, youre always on my mind. I truly feel guilty for considering other people but you’ve already done more? you made me promise to spend this next year with you but you ruined everything yourself. now you’ll call me a liar when it was truly you who hurt me? you always told me about how much you missed jaek, how important they were to you and I felt for you, I felt bad and I truly wished you two had more time to be friends. you never acted like you missed me, you never cried in vms about me and you never once told me you loved me with your whole heart.

you hurt me so much, you would fight with me and then your little, god I loved him? he was my world, if I was hurt by you I couldn’t bare see him, so I would put him to bed, tell him a story about elf’s, frogs or little bunnies and he listened? he was my world little astro, I watched him grow in a way? he was hurting because of me too, I don’t even get it? I told him you never hated him but he never believed it, not once. I tried so hard nic so hard, I have never had it harder than this and I hate it

[stayxlix]

I kept reading🧍‍♀️

I actually can’t do this anymore. "What makes you think I'm not just using you like the rest of them?” USE ME. NO SERIOUSLY. USE ME. BY ALL MEANS. FEEL WELCOME TO. LITERALLY GO AHEAD. NO ONE IS STOPPING YOU.

“He drew out the last word, voice coarse and low and thick with that damned accent, and suddenly you had never needed anything quite as badly as you needed to become something that Felix considered "his".” I PHYSICALLY CANNOT GO ON HELP. YES YES YES YES. THANK YOU. THIS SENTENCE IS JUST- YUP YUP YUP.

“No. You needed him to make you his, in every possible way.” I-

I need to stop typing bc very soon I will say something that I shouldn’t when I’m not on anon.

“If you couldn't keep yourself in control tonight then you would at least be the one to decide how you lost it.” SHE’S SUCH A BOSS I LOVE HER MORE THAN I’VE EVER LOVED ANY Y/N

“You’re obviously torn. Let me help you.” And before he had the chance to respond, it was you who moved to close the space between your lips. For the first time, it was you.”

NOBODY IS DOING IT LIKE HER SHE’S SO GJDMBVMDMVNVMDJD I LOVE HER BUDDY I FVCKING LOVE HER

“You grabbed his wrists, pulling them down and shifting your bodies so that you were now the one pinning him against the wall.” AS YOU SHOULD. AS. YOU. FVCKING. SHOULD. At this point I’m in this for her not even Felix pls.

“You broke the kiss to remind him of their impending arrival, but he only took your momentary distraction as an opportunity to take hold of your waist and push you back against the wall, reclaiming control.”

My knees are out of service rn. My brain too.

“Felix was well aware that they could be here at any second. He just didn’t care... “Say it again. My name princess.” He growled against your lips,” THIS WHOLE PART!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM FIGHTING BACK SCREAMS. PLEASE PLEASE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF ANYMORE. THE WAY HE ASKED HER TO SAY HIS NAME THE WAY HE- BYEEEEEE. GOODBYE WHAT COMES AFTER THIS IS TOO MUCH HELP I NEED A BREAK BECAUSE MY *[retracted in order to maintain a tranquil ambience]*

I want to discuss every sentence in that part I'm almost commiting plagiar!$m with the amount of scenes I'm quoting in these asks💀

“Panting heavily, Felix pressed his sweaty forehead against your own. It had taken every single fiber in his being to keep from touching you again, when all he could think about was bending you over and fucking you right there against the wall until you cried pretty tears of pleasure from your pretty eyes.” DO IT!!! BE MY GUEST. PLEASEEEEEEE. I LITERALLY DON’T CARE ANYMPRE.

Ok wait let me come back down to earth we have a plot to go through with. Can my brain pls understand that. We have a WAR to deal with.

...aand we're back.🤭 i'm so glad you kept reading (and lived to tell the tale lmao) lets get right to it..

okay so.. this whole scene before the others arrive may have been (it most definitely was) the first scene i wrote before i even decided to make this story into an actual fic so i am LIVING for your the fact that you chose this specific scene to break down and make an entire separate ask for because it holds such a special place in my heart (as do you)

"I need to stop typing bc very soon I will say something that I shouldn’t when I’m not on anon."

you know where to find me..hop on over to my dms dont be shy

"SHE’S SUCH A BOSS I LOVE HER MORE THAN I’VE EVER LOVED ANY Y/N" "NOBODY IS DOING IT LIKE HER SHE’S SO GJDMBVMDMVNVMDJD I LOVE HER BUDDY I FVCKING LOVE HER" "At this point I’m in this for her not even Felix pls."

AGAIN YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME. since this is my first time writing anything like this literally ever i had no idea how scary it is to create an original main character but it is actually TERRIFYing to put yourself out there like that (infinite respect to all of the content creators on this website) and the fact that you have said this more than once i need a minute-😭💕💕

"THIS WHOLE PART!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM FIGHTING BACK SCREAMS. PLEASE PLEASE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF ANYMORE. THE WAY HE ASKED HER TO SAY HIS NAME THE WAY HE- BYEEEEEE. GOODBYE WHAT COMES AFTER THIS IS TOO MUCH HELP I NEED A BREAK BECAUSE MY *[retracted in order to maintain a tranquil ambience]*"

LET IT ALL OUT BESTIE. I AM HERE FOR IT ALL. FORGET TRANQUILITY BC OUR MAIN CHARACTERS CLEARLY HAVE AT THIS POINT-

"Ok wait let me come back down to earth we have a plot to go through with. Can my brain pls understand that. We have a WAR to deal with."

a war that can wait one more night…🫢

[flusteredkeith]

Will Shiro Survive the End of This Series?

HOOOOOO boy, s3 was a real ride and there was a shit ton to process. What is Prince Lotor planning? What is going to happen with all the alternate realities? Will the real Shiro please stand up? What’s going to happen with the team dynamics now? I’ve been screaming theories all fucking day but right now, I’m here with an angsty (but.. imo, a possibly, possibly realistic) one.

Shiro is not going to survive. (Still just a possibility, you know I would hate this idea myself.) But I’ve been talking with a few friends about it and in addition to @breeeliss​‘s comments on this post, there’s been a LOT of foreshadow for it.

In this meta, I’m not even going to go into whether the longhaired!Shiro we found is a clone or the real deal (I personally still think not real), but I’m going to talk more about the surrounding themes that have come up heavily in this new season.

(And besides, I’m pretty sure that whoever is the real Shiro, there’s definitely some sort of probe!Shiro situation being set up “that is basically streaming thoughts and memories to other Shiro clones back at the Galra Empire” as @breeeliss puts it.)

Also, I know there are also theories going around the the clone!Shiro might sacrifice himself for the real Shiro, which means the real Shiro won’t die at all. However, I still wanted to bring up these points of foreshadow and just consider this other angsty possibility.

So without further ado, read below the cut:

Lion Musical Chairs (Changing of the Guard + The Red Lion) // phasing Shiro out

So the first thing that happens in S3 is configuring the new Lion arrangements. Obviously, with Shiro gone, this is a thing that needed to happen at the beginning. At first, it may have seemed like a temporary thing, especially given how urgent the universe made them feel about needing Voltron ASAP and how unwilling Keith was to take Shiro’s place (sob). They struggle a LOT with dynamics for a bit and nothing feels quite right (Keith and Lance’s paladin armor still don’t match up perfectly among many other things). But then, Allura develops and bonds with the Blue Lion in her own way. Lance starts to help Keith with occasional suggestions. Not to mention, this is the reason Allura gives to Lance for why the Red Lion may have chosen him:

And she adds that her father became the right hand man, even though he built Voltron, because Zarkon was the better leader in battle. There’s a bit of parallel there with Keith/Shiro dynamics, and a little with Keith/Lance (brought out by the fact that Allura says “you accepted Keith as leader, you showed you valued a strong team above glory --- just like my father.”) All very interesting.

And then longhaired!Shiro shows up. We find out shortly after the Black Lion doesn’t accept him. (Is she doing it to protect the team? She knows something is up.) There’s no place for newhaircut!Shiro to fit back in.

But even before he realizes the Black Lion won’t accept him, the dynamics don’t go back to the way things were so easily. Lance comes to Keith instead of Shiro to talk about their configuration, with the explanation to Keith that “you’re the leader now, right?” Keith takes lead even though newhaircut!Shiro is around. Shiro stays behind with Coran and gives some tactical “support.” They even clash a lot with the directions they give. (And there’s something different about the way they would’ve handled their conflicts in the past.) All of this shows that everyone has been slowly growing and taking on different roles Shiro used to have.

They are phasing Shiro out.

When Lance tells Keith he feels like he’s probably the least fitting for the team, I can’t help but feel that that’s foreshadow for the fact that Shiro’s the one being phased out instead. And judging by the S4 preview, this newhaircut!Shiro is going to fuck up the team dynamics. He’s losing his place on team Voltron.

The next theme I want to bring up:

Keith saving Shiro over and over again // Keith & Shiro’s close relationship // S3!Shiro and Keith’s exchanges this season

So, established in S1-2, we already have seen countless instances of Keith saving Shiro. We’ve been shown how close and intimate their relationship is (whether you think it’s platonic or not is another story). He wanted Keith to lead. He was vulnerable with Keith. Keith always does anything to make sure Shiro’s okay and alive and well.

And then we come across this part:

To be sure, I had massive Sheith feels during this scene. Whether that Shiro is real or not, Keith means what he says. He’ll save Shiro as many times as it takes. HOWEVER, my plot ears perked up IMMEDIATELY at this exchange. It’s just… “how many times”? Why does longhaired!Shiro even bring this up in the first place?? It feels like a very plot-heavy dialogue exchange. It feels like a foreshadow to multiple Shiro’s / multiple scenarios.

AND THEN, we see Shiro and Keith conflict over leadership decisions. Shiro demands Keith to take down the cargo ship even though that leaves the whole team defenseless to Lotor’s attack. This feels very out of character for Shiro. He’s at a distance from the castle so he won’t be affected by the hit but the entire team will be — Shiro never does this.

And what’s more? He tells Keith later that he needs to pick your battles and make hard choices???

This sounds somewhat familiar to what he told Pidge back in S1E1 when they were trying to get the Red Lion. “No one understands that better than I do, but in war, we have to make sacrifices.” — yet when Pidge demands and reveals that Commander Holt is her father, Shiro goes with her immediately. This scene here??? I’m a little creeped out. Was Shiro — the same Shiro who insisted on going back to save Allura, who insists on being a team together — suggesting that Keith has to pick the hard choice between chasing after that cargo ship and protecting his own team from Lotor’s attack? The implications of that… creep me out tbh. And what’s more, it feels like foreshadow for a decision Keith must make in the future.

Given the usual tropes of what happens with clones, it’s possible that the Real Shiro has to die for everything else to be put to rest. That sounds like one extremely possible scenario for a difficult decision Keith must make later. If Shiro realizes he must die to save the world, it’s possible that he would entrust this task to no one but Keith. Keith, who would likely be the only one who could fulfill this, will also, given their established intimate friendship, be the MOST devastated by this. And regardless of whether this happens this way or not, I have no doubt that Keith is going to be emotionally and mentally WRECKED in the next coming seasons. There’s going to be lots of difficult decisions to make.

Which leads me to my next theme about big decisions:

Zarkon choosing Love over Peace // ending in destruction

Right after the episode of Shiro telling Keith about decisions, they show the backstory of a huge decision made that altered the fate of the universe forever: Zarkon choosing Honerva over the rest of the universe.

First of all, there’s already a parallel aesthetically between some of the scenes (see this post by @dent-de-leon ). Zarkon at Haggar’s bedside and Keith at Shiro’s. Interesting? Relevant? Maybe?

The main point here is that, we already know Keith has a deep relationship with Shiro, and while they may not go down the romantic route (who knows, really), if Keith had to pick between Shiro and saving the universe, it would still mirror the choice Zarkon had to make with love and peace, which is a HUGE foreshadowing point. Keith loves Shiro, platonically or not. If the real Shiro had to die, and he told Keith it was necessary… Keith would be faced with the same difficult decision Zarkon had to face over 10,000 years ago.

To sum it up, all of these themes + considering all the various clone tropes… it’s possible we may be heading towards a reality where Shiro might need to die. 

Alternatively, (because I can't end this post like this): maybe they're not phasing Shiro out by showing these team dynamics. Maybe they're just showing more and more how much they need the REAL Shiro. I hope that's not wishful thinking. 😩