#i haven’t rly enjoyed cooking like this before

[stardust-kitten]

i’ve been enjoying cooking so much lately so like. someone come be my sous chef and i’ll spoon feed u my creations <3

[rinhaler]

THERE'S NO STOPPING NOW, GREEN LIGHTS FOREVER

CHAPTER SUMMARY: It's Christmas! The whole group is very excited to trade gifts and spend the day together. You can't wait to give Rinnie his gift, he'll love it. Right?

ex-fiancé!rin x f!reader

WARNINGS : 18+, alcohol consumption.

WORDS : 2.6k

notes : AAAAAA we made it!! this series nearly killed me i swear somebody didn't want me to finish but we did it 😭 ty to all who read and made it this far i rly hope you enjoyed ilysm ++ happy holidays!!

        LAST CHAPTER┊MASTERLIST

“Merry Christmas lovebirds!” a cacophony of voices yell from outside.

You sit upright in Rin’s bed and look around. There are a multitude of voices from the other side of your locked door, but as you look around the room you see a few menaces that have scaled the cabin to climb on the fucking balcony.

“Oh my God!” you yell, “You idiots!” you throw off the duvet and run to let them in.

Rin grumbles furiously as they jump on top of him and start jumping on the bed.

“C’mon Rinrin, it’s Christmas!” Ryusei laughs, or cackles more like as he watches Rin roll over and cover his head with his pillow. You haven’t heard Ryusei call him that in a while, you’re surprised he hasn’t said it since you’ve been here.

It’s just as well, really, since he hates it.

You unlock the door and laugh harder as the rest of the guys jump onto the bed to harass Rin. All except Chigiri, anyway, who smiles as he watches on from the doorway. But he soon sets his sights on you, curling his finger as he beckons you to follow him.

“C’mon lover girl, need to talk to you.” he grins, walking away before you can object.

“And we need to talk to you, lover boy.” Ryusei laughs.

“Is that what we’re doing?” Rin grimaces, finally sitting upright in bed as he watches you leave.

You give him a small wave before you chase after your best friend. He leads you to your shared bedroom and hands you a gift. You go to open it, before he quickly stops you.

“It’s your CD for Rin!” he informs you. “We’re gonna eat and then do presents afterwards.”

“Oh, thank you! I totally forgot to wrap it.” you smile and give him a tight hug. He hugs back, even tighter, and it makes you a little nervous. You pull back to look him in the eye, and he doesn’t seem quite himself. Your eyes squint as you eye him up suspiciously, waiting to see if he’ll spill. But of course, he doesn’t. “Is something wrong?” you wonder.

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’m trying to decide what you should wear.”

“… We aren’t just wearing comfy PJs today?”

“No,” he tells you. “We’re getting suited and booted! So, let’s make you Rin’s pretty princess.” he smiles, guiding you over to the dressing table with the intention of doing your hair.

“I don’t know what I’m wearing or how I’m doing my makeup!” you remind him, only to be met with a harsh shushing sound. “You can’t do my hair until—”

“Do you know how long it takes to cook for eight people?” Hyoma asks, and you have nothing to say in return. “We’ve got time, that’s all I’m saying.”

You go down to eat breakfast in Rin’s clothes, deciding that it’s better to eat in his sleepwear than risk making a mess of the outfit you chose. Or, Hyoma chose, rather.

Everyone smiles when they see you dressed so casually in comparison to themselves. Hyoma wasn’t kidding. Each of the guys are wearing expensive looking suits, your best friend included. And they all look so handsome.

None more so than Rin, however.

You run to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to give him a kiss. You hear a few of the guys shout ‘wooooooo’ flirtatiously as you kiss, so you can’t stop yourself from smiling into it.

“Everyone hurry up and eat, I want to do presents!” Karasu announces, sitting down at the kitchen island after serving everyone. “And you, princess, better not take forever to get changed.” he warns you, playfully mocking Rin’s sweet nickname for you.

“Okay I won’t!” you smile, digging into your food.

Once you’re done, you kiss Rin on the cheek and rush up the stairs. Everyone else gathers by the fire in the lounge with their gifts in hand. Rin follows you, though, hurrying after you to help you into your outfit.

“YOU BETTER NOT FUCK UP THERE!” Tabito warns you both.

You giggle as Rin helps you out of your clothes, kissing you all over as he does. As much as you’d love to have a quickie with him, you aren’t sure you’re prepared to face Karasu’s wrath if he keeps you waiting for too long.

“What are you wearing, baby?” he wonders. You point to the white strapless mini dress that Chigiri chose for you and the matching white fur trimmed gloves. He looks at the outfit, sceptically, before looking back at you. “You’re wearing gloves inside?”

“Yeah,” you tell him. You grab them and hold them against your arms. The fur trim passes your elbows, and it makes your little dress look more exciting. It looks plain without them. “Why, don’t you like them?”

“Are they thin?” he asks.

“Why?”

“Because… we’ll be sitting by the fire and you’ll probably be too warm.” he explains. You put on the glove you’re holding and swivel your wrist around as you try and determine whether they’ll be too hot for you to wear. He holds your hand, his thumbs massage your thumb as he feels the material. “Oh they’re skintight, huh? Okay.” he smiles.

“Okay weirdo.” you laugh, putting on the other glove. You stand with nought covering you but the white material on your arms, looking at him with sweet doe eyes as you parade your body like you’re so sweet and an innocent. “Wanna help me get dressed?”

He nods, kissing your cheek as he grabs your little white dress. He slips it on you and zips you into it, admiring how perfectly it fits your body. His fingers delicately trace over your exposed skin, and you mewl softly. His touch is so sensitive as he smooths the pads of his fingers between your shoulder blades.

“You look so beautiful, baby.” he tells you, kissing the nape of your neck before dropping down on one knee. He picks up one of your shoes and slides your foot into it, quickly tying it with ease. “It’s like nothing has changed.” he smirks. He does the same with your other foot. You balance yourself on the nearest surface as he pulls your foot up a little higher, bending down to kiss atop skin between the white straps. He lets go, standing up and kissing your cheek carefully.

“Thank you, Rinnie.”

“Of course,” he smiles, “Let’s go.” he takes your hand, leading you back to the others.

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Everyone claps and cheers when you finally come back with your pretty outfit on. You grip onto the banister so you don’t trip in your heels. But Rin wouldn’t let you fall, not when he has such a tight grip on your hand.

“Our gorgeous princess.” Oliver winks as you reach the bottom, earning a sea of praise and compliments as everyone carries on playfully teasing Rin’s nickname. He ignores them, easily, more concerned with how happy he is that he can call you his again.

“Did you start yet?” you ask, everyone shakes their head. “Who’s going first?”

“I will.” Karasu smiles, handing three gifts to Ryusei. Everyone laughs as he unwraps them to see a dirty magazine, some lube and a box of tissues. “Enjoy, loser.”

Ryusei playfully punches him in the arm and then grabs his gift, handing back to Karasu. “Weird coincidence.” he laughs, watching his friend unwrap his gift. The size of his gift is large, and it makes it even funnier when he opens it.

“Okay, I know you’re messing around, but where the fuck has this been all of my life?” everyone laughs with Karasu as he admires the enormous tub of hair gel Ryusei had bought him. “This is amazing, thank you.”

Otoya decides to go next, holding up a roll of condoms and handing them over to Oliver.

“Dude.” Oliver replies, grabbing the exact same brand of condoms for him and passing them back to Eita. “My present already came wrapped!”

“Oh fuck!” Eita laughs as they exchange them. “This is useless, I’m never gonna use these.”

“Me neither!” Oliver laughs.

Chigiri finishes laughing at the duo before grabbing his gift for Sae. He huffs, handing it over uncomfortably. “I have no idea what’s in here. I was meant to give you the Taxi Driver DVD.” he explains.

“Let’s see…” Sae smiles, taking the wrapping paper off carefully. “Bratz Kidz Sleepover Adventure, how thoughtful.” he laughs, tossing it down onto the coffee table for everyone to look at.

You’re inconsolable as you start laughing thinking back to yesterday again. Chigri knows how much you love Bratz movies so he couldn’t resist when you were shopping. But if he’d have known this would happen, he wouldn’t have bothered.

You fan your face as you try and keep your tears of laughter from ruining your makeup. Rin kisses your shoulder, smiling up at you while you’re sitting on his lap.

“Here you go Chigiri.” Sae speaks, handing his gift to him. “Something tells me there’s been some name exchanges because this worked out too nicely.”

Hyoma looks at you quickly before looking back down at the present in his hand. He unwraps it, trying to be as patient and calm as Sae has been when opening his.

“Rin told me he remembered you enjoying reading novels, so I picked one up in an old bookstore I found.” Sae explains as Chigiri looks down at the preloved book in his hands.

“Oh, wow, thank you.” Hyoma smiles at him. It’s silent for a while as everyone admires their gifts, forgetting you and Rin haven’t exchanged yours yet.

“Did you trade?” Rin asks you, and you nod.

“I swapped with Chigiri,” you confess. “What about you?” you wonder.

“I didn’t trade.” he kisses your shoulder again. “Since I didn’t cheat, I want my present first.” he tells you. The idea of cheating at Secret Santa makes you giggle, but you hand the CD that Chigiri beautifully wrapped for you over to him.

You watch him with so much love in your eyes as he opens it. Part of you worries he won’t remember, but you see the memories come flooding back to him as he sees the cover and reads over the track list on the back.

“I can’t believe you found this here.” he smiles. “It’s… fate, right? Or is that stupid?”

“I said the same thing!” you giggle. He bounces you on his lap until you fall slightly forward, pressing a kiss to your gloss covered lips. You pull away, excited for your gift, finally. “My turn!” you smile.

“You’re gonna be disappointed, I couldn’t find anything.” he tells you, handing you a rectangular shaped gift. You open it quickly, seeing he’d bought you your favourite chocolate. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay!” you assure him, giving him yet another sweet kiss. “It’s the thought that counts. You just don’t have the knack for finding gifts in obscure places like me~!” you tease him, squealing when he tickles into your sides.

“Yo, now that we’re done with gifts,” Otoya speaks, standing up so everyone pays attention to him. “Since we’re all dressed up, we should get a group picture in front of the cabin while it’s snowing.” he announces.

Everyone stands up, and you’ve never been so thankful to own a pair of gloves. You can only hope pictures won’t take too long while you’re in such a skimpy outfit. The breeze already begins to bite at your legs when Oliver opens the door.

Rin puts his arm around your shoulders as you walk out together. Chigiri stands on the porch and leans over the wooden railing as everyone else descends the stairs. You look at him, curiously, but he holds his phone up to his ear and begins speaking.

You stop walking as Rin turns to face you, and you don’t notice how all of the other guys flee the scene from around you. The snow drops down lightly, and it sticks to both of your hairs and clothes as you look at one another.

“It’s freezing.” you giggle, teeth chattering as you look up at him. “I hope this doesn’t take too long.”

“Sorry for dragging you out here.” he smirks. “It’s pretty romantic though.”

“Yeah, it really is.” your voice softens as you speak to him, not wanting the freezing temperature to distract you from how happy you are to be with him again. Though you can’t help but look towards the guys, seeing them all huddled for warmth underneath the roof of the cabin where Chigiri was taking a phone call. But you notice him holding his phone horizontally as you look at him, the device is no longer held to his ear.

You pull an incredulous face before looking back at Rin, noticing he’s no longer towering above you.

He’s down on one knee.

“Oh my God.” you gasp, your hands fly to your mouth as you see him holding his grandmother’s ring. You start to blubber, looking at the guys who were in on this and yelling at them in disbelief. “I can’t believe nobody told me! And you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend again yet!” you laugh, unable to fight back tears as you look at him.

“I don’t want you to be my girlfriend, princess.” he explains. “I want you to be my wife.”

You sniffle nodding before he even asks the question.

“Will you marry me?” he wonders.

“Yes!” you bawl, dropping down to your knees to hug him.

You both fall in the snow as you hold each other. Everyone shouts with excitement as they run down the stairs to join you, congratulating you both in the process. The snow covers you all completely, but you’ve never felt warmer surrounded by your friends.

Rin slips the ring on your finger over your glove, kissing you deeply when it fully sinks in that you’re back on track and destined to make it work this time.

You giggle again as you admire the ring on your finger. “Is this why you were asking about the gloves?”

“Yes, baby.” he laughs back. “Would have been embarrassing if the ring didn’t fit.”

“Is it too early for champagne?” Sae wonders, ruffling his little brother’s hair before retreating into the house. “Maybe we can watch my DVD while we celebrate.”

“Don’t joke about that.” Chigiri rolls his eyes, following him inside.

Rin picks you up with ease and carries you back inside. You’ve made some great memories since you got here, and if champagne is involved, you’re sure that even on your last day here you’re going to make many more.

The snow falling outside makes the cabin feel so much cosier. You smile for the camera as everyone is eager to take group photos to remember the occasion. The champagne is beautiful, as expected from the Itoshi family supply. Though in the arms of your lover, your fiancé again, you don’t think you could find fault with anything in the world.

You came here single, missing him dearly. But tomorrow, you’ll be leaving with him as your future husband.

He hugs you from behind as you admire your ring yet again. He lets you take a sip of champagne before whispering in your ear.

“I can’t wait to marry you, but you’re already my wife.” he says.

“Yeah?” you smile sweetly, melting into his arms. “I can’t wait to marry you, too.”

“You’re my wife in everything but name, princess.” he tells you, kissing your cheek repeatedly so that you fall further into his loving hold. He holds your delicate hand, kissing atop the glove that’s wearing your ring. There’s only one thought on your mind as he holds you so sweetly. How lucky you are to have received that invitation from Sae.

Thank God you didn’t spend Christmas with your parents.

© 2023 rinhaler

[delfiore]

only make you cry

pairing: florence pugh x fem!reader

synopsis: flo isn’t ready to be in a new relationship after her last one ended by means of public scrutiny.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: hello. um, ik it’s been a while, but school and work has just been so hectic that i barely even have time to rest. i was also dealing with some things too, but alas am back. i hope y’all haven’t forgotten abt me and i’m hoping to get back into writing again soon because it’s fun and not because it’s sth i have to do. so ya, enjoy this angsty, kinda smutty but not rly fic i whipped out :3

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She remained untouched.

By the responsibilities she had to bare as a price of only doing what she loved to do.

By the lousiness of the world waiting to gouge out any imperfections so that it may discredit her just for the sake of it.

By the mask-like cynicism she had come to develop just to survive and not get swallowed whole.

She remained untouched by you.

Yet, the desire to reach out and touch her, despite her serene appearance—face pressed into the pillow, eyes comfortably shut, lips slightly parted—was beyond any reasoning that you could muster. You simply desired her, to touch her, to feel her, the way you did merely hours before.

The sky was beginning to brighten, signaling another day. You didn’t want to leave, you only wanted to reach out and touch her, to kiss her, and tell her that you were here to stay. But you knew you couldn’t.

She stirred, finally. Florence was a quiet waker, with a sharp inhale and a purse of her lips, eyelids slowly peeling open to reveal two emerald gems, that usually start out more hazel and golden in the morning. You gave her a small smile. “Good morning”.

“What time is it?” She asked.

You hummed, reaching back toward the stand for your phone. “8:37”, you had checked ten minutes prior too.

You watched her as she willed herself to rouse, hunching over the side of the bed, like she was putting the weight of the world she left by the bed back on her shoulders. You reached over, and brushed her spine with the back of your hand. You thought you felt a split second in which she found comfort in it, but it was gone too soon when she stood up and headed for the bathroom.

You always observed Florence. You liked to admire the person that she was, watching this phenomenon of a human being do the most mundane tasks, like cooking an omelette or watering a plant. It made you feel special, being able to be in her presence made you feel phenomenal. She tended to have that effect on people, not just you. You were just lucky you got to witness it behind closed doors.

“Could you feed Billie, please?” You loved when she included you in her routines. You would give her a kiss on her jaw and a gentle caress of her hips in gratitude in passing her.

Sometimes when you’re lucky, like now, she would grab you, and kiss you deep with a sigh, her eyes lustful and sultry when they gaze into yours after.

It started a few weeks prior, the sex, and the mingling, months earlier than that. It was at an after-party you were expected to attend, that Flo also happen to be there. There was a certain glow to her, something that made her seem more mature than the last time you saw her whilst shooting Black Widow. The short brunette hair, the nose ring, it was different, but it all suited her.

“Y/N?! Christ, is that you?!”

You started hanging out again, just like you did whilst shooting the movie and a little while after that before your respective schedules pulled you apart. It was as if no time had passed.

She cooked for you the way she did, a drink on the side and occasionally dancing to music that hyped her up. Then one day, she confided in you. She told you that she and her boyfriend had broken up.

“It was a few months ago,” she said with a sad smile, “the pressure just got too much. We’re friends, though.”

“I’m sorry.” Were you an asshole for leaping on the inside? You couldn’t tell her how you felt three years ago because she was already in a relationship, especially when Zach was a good man, and she was happy too.

Then one night, she kissed you.

It was after a bottle of wine (or two), and you both were on her couch. You felt bold, and your hand ended up over her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin. Her laughter had died down, only breathy giggles now from her plump lips, her intense gaze lighting fires in the pit of your stomach. And before long, she was straddling you and desperately attempting to pull your shirt off.

“I’m going on a trip next week with some mates,” she told you, tickling the back of your neck with her arms resting around it, “come with me?”

You could never say no to her, never when she holds you like this. But alas, you were just messing around.

Ibiza was a nice change of pace from the bustling city; it was sunshine and blue sky as far as you could see during the day, then parties and drinks until the early hours in the morning.

You liked that she knew when to have fun, but not too much to let herself go. She always seemed in control. Her friends were welcoming of you, but you weren’t free of the teasing comments.

“She seems lovely,” one of her friends said, once you had left to the bar. You’d just make out what she said. “Where’d you find her?”

“We met on-set,” Flo answered.

“Good for you, mate. She’s always following you around like a lost puppy, it’s cute.”

A small laugh erupted from Florence’s chest, and you felt something churn in your stomach. You took the drinks from the bartender with a small ‘thank you’, and returned to the group.

You handed Olive her drink, then Flo hers before kissing her cheek. “Your dry martini.”

It was only after you had come back from another party that night, that you thought about it again.

“You okay?” She mumbled, peppering kisses on your bare shoulder, her hand roaming your body.

The thing was, you didn’t mind being her lost puppy. You were too devoted to care.

The media was started to catch up. Pictures of her and you during your sun-soaked holiday started to make headlines, at first because two Marvel stars were seen vacationing together. But then fans began to speculate when more handsy pictures began to surface (a failed attempt by your publicist to keep things quiet), and you suddenly felt the pressure. It was in particular the pictures of you and her splashing each other in the water that did it.

“People need to get a job, christ,” you sat by the island scrolling through Twitter on the private account you made for the sole purpose of lurking.

Florence let out a small laugh as she chopped a bell pepper in half. “Let them talk, hm? We don’t need to concern ourselves with it.”

“It’s a bit difficult to mind your business when it’s shoved in your face every time you open your phone,” you huffed through your nose, extending your foot toward where Billie had chosen to sit by your side to taunt the pup.

“It’s not like you to care about what people think. What changed?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t like people butting into my relationships, that’s all.”

“Well,” she said so casually, “we’re not exclusive or anything, so . . .”

You didn’t know what to say. Billie seemed to have picked up on the awkwardness too, and trotted away to find her bed for a nap.

“Y/N,” she said, but you didn’t look up, “you know we’re just messing about, right?”

“Of course,” you said, shrugging, “it’s what we agreed upon the first time. What? You think I’m in love with you or something?”

“You better not be,” she laughed as you made your laugh over to her side.

“Why not?” You mirrored her laugh, and snaked your arms around her waist.

“‘Cause it’ll complicate everything,” Flo said lowly, “and I don’t like things to be complicated.”

“Alright,” you nodded, taking her chin in your fingers. “Well, I’m not, so.” You pecked her lips.

You didn’t know you could feel the kind of isolation like what you felt when Flo went away. She had gone back to England to be with her family, leaving you all alone in this god-awful town, in Los Angeles, the city of liars and pretenders. You thought you might have become one too.

It was easier said than done, and you thought you could do it. You thought you could be content with just being a fuck, but it was never that easy. You stopped seeing anyone properly ever since you started knowing Flo, and that was three years ago. You knew it was a futile effort to wait, but you waited anyway.

“My nan just gave me this amazing apple pie recipe. I’m gonna make it when I get back,” you let her ramble on FaceTime as you attempted to do work on your laptop.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Your nan’s pie recipe,” you replied, turning towards the camera, “can’t wait to try it.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” your voice was started to growing harsher, “‘s fine.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” she said, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said firmly, “please leave it alone, Flo.”

You didn’t like the way you sounded. You were so harsh to her. A quick glance towards the screen told you she was taken aback by your response, maybe a little hurt too. It was a mistake.

“I have to go, got some work to do,” you sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I’ll call you later.”

“Okay,” Flo said, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it. You ended the call before you or her could say anything else.

You sunk back into your chair, and finally let the tears flow and you held your face in your palms.

Hours later, you were clutching your phone, staring at the screen showing your messages with her, trying so hard to say something, anything. The silence was brutal, but it was one you caused yourself. You didn’t want to bother her, but you couldn’t stand it any longer.

Please don’t be upset with me, I was an asshole.

I can’t stop thinking about you all the fucking time.

I think I have feelings for you.

Sorry about earlier. Work is stressing me out.

Mere minutes later, you received a photo message as a response. Your breath gets caught in your throat when you opened it to see what it was. “For your troubles ,” it read, and it was a picture of her in her underwear in bed.

You leaned back and exhaled a heavy breath, as your hand slowly crept down your body underneath your pants.

But it wasn’t the same. You needed her with you, under you, above you, close to you. You wanted to hold her as you came, as you have been lately, hoping she would feel the affection in return.

You counted down the days that you would be meeting her in New York. She had to do press there for a couple of days, and you agreed to spend some time with each other before she returned to the UK for more press. Your manager wasn’t happy when you decided to book your own ticket after she had refuses to book you one because it wasn’t for ‘professional purposes’.

The hotel you booked was close to hers, just by accident, but you decided to hire a cab to bring her over anyway. You had been waiting patiently when she knocked on your door at around 10 at night.

“Hi,” you said softly, walking backwards to let her in.

“Hi,” she replied, tugging at the back of your neck and kicking off her boots, “I missed you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, couldn’t stop thinking about you, and this,” you let her explore your body because you had been waiting for her to do so for so long.

You collapsed next to her with a heavy sigh, looking over. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes closed and lips parted, her chest rose up and down. She looked so pure like an angel, but also sinful like the devil. Her eyelids peeled open, and her eyes had turned a deep green when she looked over at you.

She was perfect, and you were enraptured by her in every way.

So you captured her lips in a slow kiss. Low hums bubbled in her throat, as she snaked an arm around your waist.

“I love you,” it came out as the fainted whisper. You froze. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“What?” You breathed out.

“I said I love you,” she repeated, locking you in with kisses along your jaw.

“No,“ you pulled away, shaking your head vehemently, “no, you don’t, Flo. Don’t say shit like that.”

“What the fuck?” Why was she offended? “Y/N?”

“You can’t just say stuff like that without any consequences,” you didn’t mean to snap, but you were pacing around too, “we agreed to just fooling around.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Why are you so pissed about this?”

“Because you’re being unfair!” You exclaimed. “You don’t love me, but I love you, Flo! I love you. And this, all of this is so unfair.”

“Then why did you agree to it?” She frowned.

“Because—“ there was a lump growing in your throat, “because having some of you is better than nothing.”

“God, Y/N,” Flo sat up, and put her hand in her hands, the sheets barely covering her bare chest. “We should have never done this.”

“So you regret it?”

“No, but I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I knew it was so agonizing for you. Like shit, what the hell do you want from me, Y/N?!”

You stood at the foot of the bed, your fists clenching and relaxing. You felt so small. The light from outside the window scarred her face.

“I want you,” you said defeatedly, “I want you to love me the way I love you.”

She looked at you incredulously, “how long have you had feelings for me?”

You looked away. “I don’t know, like ever since we met I felt something. I just never said anything.”

You heard her grumble under her breath. “I-I can’t right now, Y/N. There are things that I still need to work on. It was really hard where I left off with my last relationship.”

“I know,” you took a seat at the edge of the bed, “I’ll wait for you, until you’re ready.”

“I can’t ask you to wait for me.”

“I’ve been waiting for three years,” you smiled sadly, “I can wait a little more.”

You watched her as she wordlessly got up and gathered her clothes to put them back on. You wanted to speak up, but you could only watch like a ghost.

“Thank you, Y/N, for everything you’ve done for me,” she held your hand, and stroked your cheeks tenderly. “I have never taken you for granted, ever. And yes, I do love you.”

She leaned down to kiss your forehead before heading for the door. You felt the tears welling up, but you spoke anyways.

“When you’re ready, you know how to reach me.”

There was a hint of a smile before Florence turned to the door. When it closed, you felt the stillness of the room, void of the rustling of the sheets when she would turn to the side, her quiet hums of a melody she couldn’t get out of her head, the click of her lighter as she goes to light her cigarette. It was you, and your own sounds now, devoid of bliss, devoid of her.

[shingia]

✗ THE MIYA TWINS BABY-SITTING EACH OTHER’S KIDS

i haven’t been so excited about a post in so long omg💀 enjoy these wholesome headcanons that make me want to scream in my pillow <3

-> free serotonin right here 👇🏼

-> also, reblogs are rly cool <3

— ATSUMU

• definitelty the cool uncle, maybe a little bit too cool

• he is absolutely wrapped around their fingers, they ask for something, they get it in a split second. suddenly « no » has disappeared from atsumu’s vocabulary

• even if it’s last-minute baby sitting, he’ll always have something planned for the kids

• actually he’s starting to struggle with finding new activities to do, because they have already done so many things together

• samu tells him that it’s ok if he just stays home with them, but atsumu is having none of that

• because deep down he’s kind of afraid that they will grow up too fast and refuse to do all of these things with him when they’re older. he wants to be the cool uncle for as long as possible, y’know ?

• so he takes them to the park, to the funfair, to the aquarium, to the movies... : the amount of money he spends for his nieces and nephews is astronomical

• he absolutely glows with pride if they ever decide to hold his hands on the sidewalk before he even tells them to. he’s just a happy uncle swinging his hands back and forth to make the kids giggle

• but the kids’ favorite activity is to play volleyball with their uncle, because « he looks so cool~ »

• one time, when samu came to pick the kids up, the twins decided to show them their quick attack : the kids literally had stars in their eyes

• because they weren’t at the age of « ugh parents are lame » yet, it was like watching two superheroes and they told all about it to their friends the next day

• but like i said, atsumu can sometimes be too cool and let the kids do things that they usually aren’t allowed to do

• « wha- dad doesn’t let ya jump on the couch ?! but- but he used to do that all the time ! »

• these words were a green light for the kids, who spent about an hour jumping on their uncle’s couch. and obviously they were very very excited when their father came to pick them up

• that same evening, osamu called his brother on facetime to show him how hyper the kids were, jumping and running absolutely everywhere in the house because « uncle tsumu said we could :) »

• fatigue kicked in a bit later, by 7pm they were sound asleep on the couch, absolutely drained

• the kids agree on the fact that they always have the best dreams after spending a day at uncle tsumu’s

• first thing they ask in the morning is when they’ll be able to go back

— OSAMU

• samu is the kind of uncle who’s ready at the door 10mn before the kids actually arrive

• and he always asks atsumu to make sure that they don’t eat breakfast before coming, because « they like my breakfasts more anyways »

• and honestly ? they do. no matter how much effort atsumu can put into a breakfast, he’ll never top samu’s pancakes

• even though the twins grew up with in the same household, their thoughts on education are rather different

• for example, osamu was absolutely mortified when he saw his niece eat a spoonful of jam directly from the jar one day

• « wait, dad lets ya do that ? »

• « yeah! and he does it with us ! »

• well that’s not much of a surprise for samu... like father like daughter, right ?

• since the kids enjoy his cooking so much, samu tries to take them to the shop’s kitchen as often as possible. he even asks for their help once they’re old enough to understand the instructions

• and they’re a surprisingly good team ! except for that one time when one of the kids sneezed in the onigiri preparation

• but samu could never get mad at his little angels, so he just smiled and got started on another preparation without even sighing once

• oh and, since onigiri miya’s t-shirts don’t exist in kids size yet, he just gave the kids the smallest size he had. they absolutely adore them, so much that it became their pj’s and they refuse to sleep in any other clothes

• baby-sitting atsumu’s kids also had another consequence on samu’s life : make him watch (or rewatch) every single studio ghibli and disney movie (he knows the songs by heart)

• the kids always fight for who will get to rest their head on samu’s lap. and i mean fight (they’re not named miya for nothing)

• also, samu always has nice conversations with them after the movies, like « who was yer favorite character ?... oh really ?! it was mine too ! »

• and it makes the kids so proud to know that they have the same favorite character as their uncle. they definitely tell their dad about it once they’re home

• every time atsumu puts his kids to bed after leaving them to his brother for a day, he always has to answer the same question : « uncle samu is super super cool, right dad ? »

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Deja Vu - Chapter Four

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Mutant!Reader

Summary: When your Uncle and guardian dies you get pulled into a world of superheroes and conspiracy theories, while dealing with the darkness inside of you. What you don’t expect is for someone from your past to come walking into your life.

Warnings: fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst but not rly, jealous Joaquin

Words: 2168

Disclaimer: These gifs don't belong to me!

A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! The creepy guy on the front desk in this chapter is based on a real life creepy person, and find enclosed the gif of Y/N's FBI partner (we are just going to ignore that he was a HYDRA agent in The First Avenger :) ) ;) Hope you guys enjoy this part and please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Four - Knowing Me, Knowing You

On the morning you were properly back in the FBI office working – you had had to sit through a week of numerous meetings – you gazed at yourself in the mirror as you dragged a comb through your hair. You briefly wondered whether you were doing the right thing, something inside of you felt encouraging, but deep, deep down there was a strong sense of foreboding. Biting your lip, you left your room and walked into the kitchen which smelled of coffee and bacon.

“Good morning,” you heard a happy voice and you beamed as you saw Sharon Carter perched on one of the kitchen units.

“Sharon!” you exclaimed in glee as you ran over to her and pulled her into a hug, “it’s so good to see you, I missed you!”

Sharon grinned as she cupped your cheeks, “I missed you too, angel! Are you off to work?”

You nodded with a grimace as you poured some coffee into your travel mug, adding milk and sugar, “you’re not running off without anything to eat, are you? Coffee isn’t exactly a substantial breakfast, or any meal for that matter,” Sam looked at you sternly and you had to smother a laugh at the sight of him in his ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron.

With a roll of your eyes, you – stupidly – reached into the sizzling hot pan to pull out a streak of bacon, “see,” you smirked as you took a bite of it, “I do eat breakfast.”

There was a snort from the doorway and when you glanced over, you saw Joaquin leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded and an eyebrow raised. You tried to ignore the cocky smirk on his lips and the way his white shirt stretched over his muscles, and the way his hair curled at the ends. You had to shake yourself out of it, there was no way that you could develop a crush on him again. The cute teenager had turned into a very handsome man.

“Do you need a lift? I’m heading past the office; I can drop you off no problem.”

Before you could reply – about to reject him because there was no way that you could be alone in the car with him – Sam spoke up, shooting an evil smirk at you from over his shoulder, “hey, that’s a really great idea. Y/N, get a lift with Torres.”

You could have killed him, you narrowed your eyes at him as you shot him a death glare but he only turned back to his cooking, happily whistling away as if he hadn’t said anything. You glance back at Joaquin who was looking at you with a small smile and you felt your resolve begin to weaken.

“Sure,” you smiled, “that would be great, thank you,” you grabbed your stuff and waved goodbye to Sharon and Sam, “see you guys later, tell Bucky that I said goodbye.”

“Bye, Y/N!” Sharon grinned, offering you a wave as she looked between you and Joaquin.

“Have fun,” Sam smirked and you scowled at them both as you followed Joaquin out of the compound and into his car.

“I really appreciate this, thank you,” you smiled as you climbed into the car.

Joaquin glanced at you with sparkling brown puppy dog eyes as he started the car, “no worries, to be honest, it was pretty selfish of me. In between training and working, I haven’t had a lot of time to see you or even speak to you properly.”

With a small smile and a warm fluttery feeling in your stomach, you replied to him, “that’s sweet.”

Instead of complaining about the fact that you had just called him sweet, he went bright red and cleared his throat, quickly changing the subject, “so, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what made you want to work for the FBI?” he asked with a squeak as he concentrated on the road with a small frown and a crease in between his eyebrows.

You smiled, it was easy to answer, “remember when my Uncle came out with the fact that he was Iron Man, and after that there seemed to be a huge surge of villains and heroes?”

Joaquin nodded as he glanced over at you with a sympathetic look in his eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

You fiddled with your fingers, hoping that it wouldn’t sound weird and hoping that it wouldn’t make you sound like a psychopath, “well, I know that the villains are gifted humans, or sometimes they’re not human at all,” you rolled your eyes, thinking of Loki, “but I’ve always been interested in how their minds work and I want to help the world become a better place. Also,” you hesitated, “when I got my powers, I realised that I’ve got the potential to be a villain instead of a hero. Instead of hurting people, I want to try and save them, as many as I can.”

Joaquin’s lips lifted into a smile as he returned his focus to the road, “that’s awfully noble of you and I very much doubt that you’ve got it in you to be a villain,” he laughed, “you’re too good.”

You smiled as you felt heat rise up on your cheeks, it was nice that someone felt that way about you. There was no more talk until Joaquin pulled up outside the building, “thank you for the ride, Torres,” you smiled and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You’re welcome. Do you need a ride home?” he raised an eyebrow and gave you a lopsided grin that made your breath catch in your throat.

You thought that he was sweet for offering but you didn’t want to take advantage so you shook your head, “nah, it’s all good. I’ll catch a ride home with someone, thank you though,” you smiled, hoping the creepy guy on the front desk wouldn’t offer you a ride home. You would rather walk than be stuck in a car with that guy.

“Alright, only if you’re sure, have a good day, Y/N,” Joaquin grinned and you realised how easy it would be to lean over and kiss him.

With a flush, you got your mind out of the gutter as you opened the car door and waved at him, “you too, see you later.”

Will, the creepy guy on the front desk smirked at you as you walked in and even though he didn’t say anything, his little beady eyes roamed over every inch of your body. You could hear his heavy breathing and almost smelt his disgusting, pungent coffee breath as you walked past the desk, making a beeline for the elevator as you could feel his eyes run the length of your legs. You let out a relieved breath as you got into the safe elevator and pressed the button for Michael’s office, he had wanted to see you first thing.

As you entered Michael’s office, he was standing, looking out of the window and there was a handsome man typing away on his phone, “ah, good morning, Y/N. This is your partner, Colin,” he said without even turning around and you glanced at the man who looked up at you with a smile.

“Hey,” you smiled, suddenly feeling shy.

“Nice to meet you,” he chuckled, he had a smooth British accent that made your blood fizz with delight.

Finally, Michael turned around pushing his round rimmed glasses further up his nose as he pursed his lips and looked you over, “that guy in the car, he your boyfriend?”

With a scoff, you slammed your stuff on Michael’s desk – you were the only one who dared to do that – “what are you spying on me now?” Michael fixed you with such an icy stare that you actually felt the degrees in the room drop down a little, and Colin rolled his eyes behind Michael’s back as he smiled warmly at you.

“No, Michael,” you sighed, “he’s not my boyfriend, he doesn’t even know what’s going on here,” you gestured around the room, “Bucky is the only one that knows.”

Michael nodded in approval, “good, because people can get hurt and you know that,” you wished that he would stop treating you like a child for one second, you’d known him for most of your life but that was no excuse, “now,” he nodded at you and Colin, “we’re leaving for the CIA in a few, to try and figure out who wants to assassinate the President.”

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Night-time in New York was Joaquin’s favourite time of day, the multi coloured lights were so beautiful and the city was bustling below him as he took a drag of his cigarette and a sip of his vodka. Sam and Bucky had gone out to a bar but Joaquin wasn’t in the mood so he’d opted for a couple of drinks at home and a pizza. He almost jumped out of his skin as he heard the patio door slam and he whirled round with wide eyes, ready to spring into action, stopping short when Y/N smiled at him with tired eyes as she had her laptop under one arm and a glass of wine.

“Hi,” she laughed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, is it alright if I join you?”

“Of course,” he chuckled, trying to slow down his racing heart, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I came in about half an hour ago,” she smiled as she flopped down on the chair with a sigh as she opened the lid of her laptop.

Joaquin bit his lip as he opened the lid of his pizza box and offered it to her, “want a slice?”

Y/N looked down at the pizza, her eyes lighting up, “ooh! Is that okay? Thank you so much,” she grinned as she took a slice out of the box and groaned as she bit into it, giving him a thumbs up.

Joaquin flushed as he ran a hand through his hair and took another drag of his cigarette, “how was your day?”

Y/N groaned as she began typing away on her laptop, “pretty stressful to be sure but it felt great to be back,” she took a delicate sip of her wine, grimacing as she slammed the glass down, “and wine is just not cutting it.”

Joaquin bit his lip to smother his laughter, he knew that it was rude to laugh at her expense, “would you like some vodka?”

Y/N snickered as she looked up at him from her laptop, her pretty eyes lighting up, “I haven’t had vodka since college,” she shook her head and gagged.

“Why?” Joaquin laughed in interest.

Y/N flushed as she played with the ends of her hair, “it shouldn’t be heard by innocent ears like yours, I’ll tell you when you’re older,” she giggled as she patted the top of his hand and Joaquin scowled playfully.

“Jeez, thanks, Y/N,” he laughed as he shook his head, looking back out at the city as the pair of them fell into comfortable silence as Joaquin listened to the city below, and the sound of Y/N clacking away on her laptop.

Joaquin was pouring a vodka and coke when heard Y/N giggle almost breathlessly and when he glanced over at her, he was surprised to see that she was staring down at her phone with a grin on her face. The light from her phone lit up her blush and Joaquin just couldn’t help himself, he wished that he could help himself.

“You alright?”

With a beam, Y/N glanced up at him and nodded, “yeah, I’m fine. I met my partner in fighting crime today, Colin. He’s really nice,” she bit her lip and looked back down at her phone.

A sharp pang of jealousy shot through Joaquin’s chest and he felt his face fall but he recovered pretty quickly, “oh yeah?” Stupid Colin.

“Yeah. Do you know if we’re definitely all going for dinner tomorrow night?” she asked as she snagged another slice of pizza.

Joaquin slouched down in his seat and nodded with a shrug, “I’m pretty sure we are, why?”

“I think I’m going to invite Colin; it makes sense to try to get to know him some more.”

There was a sour taste in Joaquin’s mouth at her words and he drained the glass of vodka, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “just be careful, Y/N, you never know who you can trust.”

“Aw, Torres!” she laughed as she rested her head against his shoulder and leaned up to kiss his cheek, leaving a lip gloss mark and Joaquin willed himself not to blush as he grinned down at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “it’s nice that you’re worried about me but with two protective big brothers in my life will help out immensely.”

“And you have me,” Joaquin prompted with a smirk.

“And, I have you,” she smiled before she let her head fall back to his shoulder.

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I have a secret

Requested: Yes by @maybebanks​ ! thank you so much for requesting

Hi! I have a request for u! Jj x reader where y/n is a kook and her and jj are dating. None of the pogues know that they’re dating but they see jj has a crush on her. Jj always sneaks into y/n’s house and surprises y/n. One day when she gets back from a shower she sees him and screams because he shocks her. Her parents come in because they think she is in danger and then they see jj and the dad gets mad and the mom thinks it’s cute. Y/n sticks up for jj and it’s rly cute💕💕

Summary: The request (I'm so bad at summaries lol)

Warnings: maybe some cringy writing idk

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.45k

AN: requests are always open unless it says closed in my bio. Enjoy the story <3

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Kooks and pogues. Sworn enemies of the Outer Banks…or at least they should be. However, that wasn’t the case for you and JJ Maybank. You are known all over the Outer Banks as kook royalty, and JJ is as pogue as they come.

You had met when JJ was looking for well-paying jobs off of the cut and your father needed some things done around the outside of your house. He was mowing the lawn right outside your bedroom window on the hottest day of the year at what felt like the crack of dawn.

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It was an early Sunday morning, and you may or may not have been a little bit hungover from partying on the cut with Sarah. That is where you had met the heartthrob that had every female, and some male, pogue, kook, and tour on wrapped around his finger. There was no doubt he was charming, and you tried so hard to hold out, to not give in to those damn eyes, but like everyone else you were trapped in what felt like a trance.

“Hey, do you think you can be a little quieter?!” You yelled as you stepped onto your balcony leading from your bedroom. “God, what year is it?”

“Sure princess let me just find the volume button!” He yelled his snarky comment over the loud noise. Jj quickly turned off the obnoxious machine and made his way over to where you stood. “You’re Sarah’s friend? Right? And Rafe’s girl?” He quizzed you. Any chance he could get to mess with Rafe he would take. And taking his girl? Oh, that would be the sweetest revenge!

No, you technically weren’t “Rafe’s girl” but you and Rafe were kind of something? Maybe? I don’t know you kinda messed around and went to parties together. You tried to stop his drug addiction when you could but he wouldn’t listen. You wanted a real relationship so bad, but not bad enough to fall at the feet of JJ Maybank. He was the fuck and forget type and you were sort of already in that kind of relationship. If JJ wanted anything other than that he would have to work for it.

~~~

And work for it he did. Every Thursday morning he would come by your balcony being extra loud and annoying and you couldn’t help but yell at him. Later the yelling turned into play fighting which turned to feisty flirting. It didn't take long for JJ to want to do something with you but he quickly realizes you wanted something more when he went to ask you out.

“So princess I was thinking we could go to the Party tomorrow at the boneyard like together and shit! What do ya think?” JJ said after climbing a tree to get onto your balcony. This was a common occurrence, him leaping onto your balcony, making his way throughout your room, and toying with your fancy perfumes and fun sunglasses.

“What I think JJ is that once I say yes you are going to drop me like... like yesterday’s newspaper, and I am not a newspaper!” You let out a frustrated sigh. JJ turned around and backed away slightly to give you some space. “I want a real relationship JJ, for once in my life I want something to be real. I don’t want a relationship my parents set up for their damn business gain! I’m tired of all these fake ass kook friends. I want real friends! You and the pogues have such a great friendship, I want that!” You flopped down onto your bed, looking up at the ceiling. JJ stayed silent as he laid down next to you.

“You’re dating Rafe just because your parents are business partners?” You nodded “That’s so messed up!” JJ sighed “Listen, I like you, a lot. Your different than all the other kooks I’ve had the utmost pleasure of meeting.” JJ started to talk in a funny British accent to which you laughed at. “Look as you may have guessed, given by golden reputation I have never been in a real or serious relationship, but I’m willing to change that for you. O-only if that’s what you want of- of course!” He started to stutter nervously. You sat in silence for a moment.

“That would be nice JJ.” You thought for a moment “Do you want to ditch the party tomorrow and do something like just us?” You looked over at him nervously. JJ says up with a smug smile on his face. You followed his actions and sat up.

“You askin me out, princess?” You hit his arm playfully.

“Oh shut up!”

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Flash forward to now where you have been dating JJ for about four months. You had broken up with Rafe and your parents were not happy, but they saw your smile when you would come home from secretly meeting with JJ and they figured there was someone else that gave you butterflies. Your mom was a little more supportive than your dad because, in his eyes, Rafe was the perfect match, but then again he would do anything to make you smile.

Like always JJ would sneak into your room and pick you up for your date or just hang out in your room of your parents weren’t home. This time was no different. You were going out soon so you decided to shower before your date and that is when JJ decided to sneak into your room, knowing your parents were home. As you got out of the shower and walked out in your pajamas and your hair wrapped in a towel, JJ jumped out from around the corner tickling you. “OH DEAR LORD! WHAT THE HELL!” You exclaimed a little too loudly.

”Shhhh baby!” JJ hushed you as he laughed. 

“Shit do you think my parents heard that?” That’s when your parents stormed into your room ready to attack.

“What the hell was that?” “Sweetheart are you ok?” your parents voiced their concern. “Maybank? What is this?” Your dad’s eyes stared holes into JJ’s head. You were in front of JJ as he had his arms around you, still holding your sides. He backed away at your father's questions and put his hands up. “You see sir.. uhh funny story really! You know the thing is-” “He’s my boyfriend!” You said before you slapped your hand over your mouth. You let out a chuckle of disbelief. You can’t believe you just said that. “Oh really? So this is the boy you replaced with Rafe?” your father now stared at you, his movements slow and precise. 

“Yes, and before you say anything about him being from the cut, he makes me really happy. I don’t feel like an outcast when I’m with him. JJ makes me feel important and loved and when we talk there are so many butterflies in my stomach I might as well open a butterfly farm!” You tried to make your father laugh just a little bit. “He is selfless and kind and gentle, and I hope you can accept him because he really is an amazing person”

“Oh well isn’t this the cutest thing I ever did see! I’m not crying nope not me!” Your mother was always so emotional.

“He makes you happy?”

“Very much.”

“Is he respectful?”“The perfect gentleman.” You said looking back at him smiling and reaching out to grasp his hand.

“Then it is ok with me. Son comes here.” Your father motioned his finger to JJ. JJ quickly stepped up to your father. “You hurt one hair on her head and your dead before nightfall. You understand me?” JJ nervously chucked “Yes sir.” They shook hands and JJ retreated back towards you.

“Do you two have any plans for tonight?” Your mother questioned.

“We were just going to see a movie or something. Why momma?”

“How about JJ stays for dinner? Your father is making baked macaroni!” 

“What do you think J?” you looked at him with pleading eyes. Baked macaroni was your favorite. You knew by the look on your mother's face your father had no intension that night to make it but she was trying to get you two to stay in.

“Why not! I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a while.” “THANK YOU!” You kissed his cheek as your mom excitedly made her way off to the kitchen. 

As your father left your room he shouted: “Next time use the front door kid!” “Yes sir!” J shouted back as he saluted to you with a funny face.

“Well know that you met my family... when do I get to meet the Pogues?”

“Soon princess”

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A/N Yay I am so happy I finally got this out! If you want to be tagged in any future fics just sent me a message. My asks are always open if you want to leave a request just know that I take my time when writing so it may be a while before your request is published.

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I’m proud of you, son//Rafe Cameron x reader

requested?: yessss “when you have the time, can I request a fic where rafe brings home his girl who's a year younger and he's so proud of her bc 'look at her, she's gorgeous and smart and I did this dad' and Sarah and Wheezie like her and rafe is just do happy bc look he made ward proud and ward tell him he's proud of him and it's just rly cute?”

summary: Rafe finally introduces you to his family

warnings: fluff 

WC:1241

(NOT MY GIF, CREDS TO THE OWNER!!!)

You and Rafe had been dating for almost 6 months now. You had been keeping it a bit of a secret. Not because you didn’t want to be seen with Rafe. It was actually his idea to keep it a secret. He was not sure how his father would feel about it. And honestly, he was scared.

He had previously brought a girl home to his dad a few years ago and Ward had gotten so mad for some reason. And then Rafe broke up with her. 

Rafe didn’t want to admit it, but his father’s opinion was actually really important to him.

“Are you sure you’re not going to break up with me when he doesn’t like me?” you asked looking up at him. You were standing outside of his house, about to go in to meet Rafe’s dad and Rose for the first time.

“I’m positive. Trust me when I say that nothing can make me change my feelings about you,” he reassured, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss on the back of it when he noticed that your hands were shaking from the nerves.

“It’s going to be okay.”

As soon as he opened the door, a blonde woman came out of somewhere rushing towards you, a wine glass in her hand. She had an apron on, although you were 100% sure she didn’t cook.

“Oh my God! You must be Y/N. So nice to meet you!” She hugged you very tightly, making you let go of Rafe’s hand and almost spill her wine all over you. 

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Cameron!”

She giggled. “Oh please! Call me Rose. Now come on, the food is almost ready.” 

Your hand quickly found Rafe’s again when you followed Rose into the dining room.

Everyone else was there already, sitting behind the dinner table. Sarah and Wheezie were on their phones, not paying attention to what was happening, and Ward was reading a newspaper.

“Dad. I want to meet my girlfriend, Y/N,” Rafe said. At this point, you were more nervous than you had ever been in your whole entire life. Your palms were sweating and you felt your knees get a bit weak.

Rafe, noticing your nervousness, squeezed your hand a bit, letting you know that he was right there with you.

Sarah and Wheezie had put down their phones to look at the interaction that was about to happen.

Ward set his newspaper down onto the table and stood up from where he was sitting. Then he walked over to you two. He held out his hand and you shook it, smiling at him. Surprisingly he smiled back.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ward. How much did he pay you to be here tonight?”

You were shocked that he would even ask anything like this. “What?”

“I’m just kidding. Let’s sit down! Shall we?”

Then it was time to sit around the table and eat dinner. You were sat between Rafe and Sarah. Wheezie was sitting on the other side of Sarah. Ward and Rose were sat on the opposite side of the table, facing you.

As the food was served, Ward and Rose started to ask you questions about you and your relationship with Rafe.

“So… how did you guys meet?” Rose asked, taking a bite of her food.

You looked at Rafe, silently telling him to talk about it.

“Uhh, we met at a small get-together almost a year ago.” By “a small get-together” he meant a pretty huge party that was thrown by Topper. “And then we became friends and started dating six months after. That’s basically it.”

“Interesting,” Ward commented. “Do you go to school, Y/N?”

“I just graduated high school at the beginning of this summer, so currently not. But I applied to a few universities. Hopefully, I can start studying again this fall.”

“Oh, that’s great. Maybe you can convince Rafe to go back to college too,” Ward said, which made Rafe scoff. “Not a chance.”

“Wait how old are you again?”

“I’m 18, sir.”

“You can call me Ward, Y/N.”

“Okay, sir.” You quickly realized what you had said and mentally face-palmed. “Ward.”

“And do you have any hobbies? Have you found something that interests you?”

“No, not particularly,” you answered.

“Oh come on, Y/N! She’s an artist. Like you have to see her work, it’s amazing. Is it okay if I show a few pictures?” Rafe turned to you. He knew that you were a bit insecure about your art, so he wanted to make sure you were okay with it.

You nodded, so he took out his phone and showed Rose and Ward some pictures of your most recent paintings.

“Wow, these are absolutely spectacular, Y/N! You’re a really good artist.” Rose looked at the pictures, complimenting your art.

“Thank you!”

Ward agreed. “Rose is right, these are really beautiful. Have you thought about selling some of your work? I bet many people would want to buy from you.”

“Thank you, but no I haven’t. I don’t think these are worth selling.”

“Oh, they definitely are. But you do you.”

As the evening went on, you weren’t as nervous anymore and you actually enjoyed talking to his family. They seemed like really nice people, despite what Rafe had previously told you about them.

“I’ll come over tonight, okay?” Rafe said, hugging you and resting his head on top of yours. It was time for you to leave.

“Okay.”

Now felt like the right time. “I love you, Rafe.”

He distanced himself a bit from you so he could look into your eyes. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. He was in utter disbelief. Neither of you had said ‘i love you’ yet. So this was a huge thing.

“You what?” he asked, still in shock.

“I love you.”

He then pulled you closer to him again, squeezing you so tight that you almost couldn’t breathe. He happily spun you around, a huge smile on his face. “I love you too, Y/N” He put you back onto the ground and smashed his lips against yours.

“I can’t believe this,” he mumbled against your lips.

“That I love you?” you asked, pulling away from the kiss and smiling like crazy.

“I can’t believe that I have a girlfriend like you. You’re literally the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He placed small kisses everywhere on your face, making you giggle.

“Okay, okay, enough! I have to go now.”

“Fine! If you have to,” he jokingly sighed.

“I love you. See you later tonight!” You hopped into your car and started up the engine.

“I love you too!”  He gave you one last kiss on the lips before you drove away.

As he entered his house again, Ward patted him on his back.

“She’s a keeper. I’m proud of you, son.” For the second time that night, Rafe couldn’t believe what he had heard. 

“You are?”

“Of course, but if I don’t see a ring on her finger a few years from now, I’m going to be very mad at you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Rafe assured him, a big smile on his face.

He felt like for once in his life, he hadn’t failed. He had the best girlfriend in the world and his father was finally proud of him. Life couldn’t get any better.

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[seunqs]

[ a long get to know me tag ]

tagged by: losers @woosohn @yeonjuins

what day is your birthday?

27th june! it’ll be on a monday next year

what’s your favourite colour?

blue! a rather specific shade of light sky blue but i also like dark blue! might be misleading because everyone would think beige/black since that’s the aesthetic i like + almost everything i own is black...

what’s your lucky number?

i don’t have one i think but i tend to say 7 if i’m asked?

do you have any pets?

sadly no >:( will get one in the future idc idc

how tall are you?

158cm tiny i wna be abit taller

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

off my head i think 3 pairs...? just 2 black and 1 white that i rotate depending on the outfit i’m wearing

favorite song?

asdjekw i don’t think i have one specific one but recently i’ve been listening to maniac by nct doyoung & haechan!

other honourable mentions: a book of love by ha hyunsang, wide eyed blind by saint raymond, irreplaceable by nct dream, lmly by jackson wang. that’s all i have off my head

favorite movie?

surprisingly i’m not big on movies... but i’ll always answer parent trap when someone asks! why do i sound like i always have prepared answers in my head for various questions... okay that’s bc i do.

what would be your ideal partner?

@june look away i already know you’re gna say this sounds a lot like someone..

shy... is the main characteristics lmao idky it’s not even like i’m outgoing but i tend to find myself liking shy-er boys over the outgoing ones! aaa those with very obvious leadership qualities and quietly cares and looks out for those around them :’) tsundere! i think shy may appear cold sometimes but i’m rly :’) when the shy ones become very affectionate in private or when you get to know them better :’) or shy with strangers but very goofy and silly with their closer social circle heh those that are more cat-like than dog-like, only approaches you when they’re comfy. okay also shy but willing to speak up when necessary! doesn’t let themselves get bullied for being quiet and also pls speak up for me i hate ordering food pls do it for me HAHAHHA also if they’re passionate about something they like/are good at! good listeners too heh doesn’t need to always have the best advice, just if they would sit with me silently and listen to me and give me a hug afterwards :’’’’’) i think i’m on the touchier side too so if they don’t dislike that it’ll be nice! OH someone who’s good at cooking too bc i hate cooking and the kitchen in general.. i’ll do the dishes though HAHAHAH ok that is all there is a certain idol in my head that is the embodiment of my ideal type and i hate him >:(

do you want children?

no... not so much bc i don’t find them cute or i can’t handle them but i think it’s a commitment that scares me! bringing up the child well with the right character and values ajksdbwkje i don’t know if i’m up to that HAHAHAH

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

nope @woosohn @yeonjuins pls be proud of my direct no why are the two of you......... 

bath or shower?

shower! i don’t know if i’ve actually taken a bath before... probably when i was younger HAHAH i think i’ll get bored in the bath and i much rather be relaxing in bed than in the tub

what color socks are you wearing?

barefoot at the moment! the socks i own are mostly solid colour socks / simple cartoon or animal patterns but all ankle socks that can’t be seen with my shoes

favorite type of music?

i listen to pop, r&b and indie! that’s about all and favourite depends on the mood!

how many pillows do you sleep with?

just 1! and a bolster too

what position do you sleep in?

either on my back with hand over my head lmao or turned to either sides while hugging my bolster and face buried into the bolster

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping?

when it’s too hot! canNOT sleep if the weather is too hot. also if i get woken up rudely, by screaming or someone smacking me awake LMAO just tell me nicely to get up and i’ll be out of bed in 10mins pls give me awhile my brain is turning on HAHAHA

what do you have for breakfast?

recently i haven’t woken up early enough for bfast or my family is just about to go out to buy lunch by the time i’m up hahaha but on the days that i’m alive for bfast, iced coffee and any pastry sitting in the fridge! my family is big on pastries like croissants and cakes like banana and carrot cakes! so one of those but the iced coffee is a constant in my first meal of the day

have you ever tried archery?

nope and idt i’ll be good at it tbh....

favorite fruit?

strawberries, apples, peaches! there are some seasonal favs where i rly like them for a period of time and then suddenly not anymore but these 3 are the constants

favorite swear word?

hahahaha i dont think i have a favourite one..... but i say tf a lot and mf for kpop boys who make me more flustered than they should

do you have any scars?

i don’t think so! i have a few stretch marks around my waist and tummy tho 

are you a good liar?

yes... HAHAH i used to get scolded so much for lying as a kid lmfao

what’s your personality type?

isfj-t has probably only dipped to isfp-t once but if not constant isfj!

what’s your favorite type of girl?

HAHAHAH uh.... okay with all kinds i think? except people in general who try too hard

innie or outie?

innie. was this question necessary tho AHHAHAHA

left or right-handed?

right-handed

favorite food?

ramen! but i like lots of food lmfao tiramisu, pork belly, lots of noodles, also lots of rice, beef, cakes, ice cream, i think i’m more salty > sweet!

favorite foreign food?

japanese ramen, korean cuisine!, lasagne

are you clean or messy?

clean

most used phrase?

i think alot of keyboard smashes, lmao, wtf, HAHAHAHHAHA, sigh, i’m tired LOL

how long does it take for you to get ready?

depends! fastest i think i can get out of the house 20mins after i’ve woken up. longest probably an hour where outfit is taking a while and accessories needs to be chosen

do you talk to yourself?

in my head yes.

do you sing to yourself?

not often but i sing out loud for the family to hear LOL in my head very often a song is playing up there

are you a good singer?

nop. i don’t think i’m a BAD singer but wouldn’t classify as good either HAHHAHA

biggest fear?

wow so many things but i think biggest is complete darkness, i need to see and know what is going on around me. i sleep with a night light on heh 

are you a gossip?

with closer friends yes def HAHAH my school culture tends to have lots of tea that my friends and i don’t like to get too involved in but we do talk about the gossips that goes around hahaha have also been in the center of gossip way too often

do you like long or short hair?

long! can’t imagine myself with short hair.. used to have reallllyyy long hair that goes beyond my waist and cried when i cut it to slightly below shoulder length. that’s the shortest i’ll ever go

favourite school subject?

wow nothing i don’t like school lmfao but humanities and language are way more bearable than math and sciences

extrovert or introvert?

introverted

what makes you nervous?

unpredictable situations, being alone in public (contradictory because in private i would strongly prefer to be alone but i don’t enjoy being alone in public i feel judged HAHAHA), also currently waiting on a reply for something and that’s been keeping me anxious the past 2 days :’)

who was your first real crush?

when i was 13/14, tablemate in school that was kinda shy and had very limited social circle but talked to me endlessly in class lmfao he apparently liked me too but we never dated and went to different schools at 16 y/o. we’re still kinda in touch though! we talked quite a fair bit last month just catching up but he’s more of an acquaintance now

how many piercings do you have?

2! just one normal lobe piercing on either ears, don’t think i’ll get anymore

how fast can you run?

back in school i used to be one of the fastest girls in my class LMFAO i could clock 12.5 minutes for a 2.4km run. stamina came from dancing since i had to run laps before dance class 2 times a week. but that is long in the past and now i get tired from climbing more than 4 flights of stairs pls spare me

what color is your hair?

naturally black but dyed brown! my hair has grown quite abit since i dyed it though now its black at the top and brown from above my ears onwards

what color are your eyes?

a very dark brown lmfao almost black

what makes you angry?

irresponsible people. just pushing responsibility to others or avoiding their responsibilities. don’t need you to do a good job with your responsibilities, just don’t make your issues my issues. and if its a shared responsibility like group projects, then do your part to contribute and don’t expect others to cover you

selfish people, in many ways. just being self-centred, not caring about how others feel, doing things for personal gain at the expense of others

speaking in a passive-aggressive/sarcastic manner. i say this even though i’m afraid of confrontation but i much rather someone outright tells me they’re unhappy about something or wants to get a point across. i hate when they talk about it sarcastically or tries to sugar-coat their words to make themselves look less aggressive about their words. tell me straight as it is, if you’re already gonna talk about something bad don’t piss me off with your attitude at the same time

do you like your own name?

rae is nice! has a very nice ring to it and looks pretty!

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?

i don’t.. want one.. but both have their good and bad i can’t decide.. i want a puppy

what are your strengths?

is this an interview question i have had a few interviews over the past weeks i am well-prepared for this HAHAHA

i think i’m pretty resilient! i bounce back from bad times pretty quickly or i psycho myself to see the situation positively. but it is ofc coupled with a lot of complaining to the people around me first

although i hate unpredictable situations and having to quickly adapt to new settings, i think i adapt pretty quickly too. flexible? easy-going? idk what’s the right way to call it but yeah something along those lines. good at it but i still enjoy my stability and calm don’t want to have to quickly adapt to new situations.

what are your weaknesses?

very emotional HAHAH used to be much worse but i often let my emotions rule my head. i think i’ve improved A LOT though i used to be so bad but i think i’m now able to make rational decisions even if im bawling LMFAO

this sounds like a compliment but i’ve been told this too often as well. i tend to be way too nice to people who don’t deserve it. even if the person doesn’t deserve it or they’ve pushed all my buttons in the wrong way possible, i would still try to be as nice and polite as i can. really helps with me working in the f&b industry lmfao.

what’s the colour of your bedspread?

dark blue / grey! 

colour(s) of your room?

white & wood (throughout my house actually + green from the plants in the living room) @yeonjuins says i live in a muji showroom

[moskaisley]

migraine pt.3 | chronic

gif: @logan-solo​

rating: mature

word count: 3k

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, fluff but also ANGST, jealous!mando aka my favorite kind 

a/n: this literally took so long to write bc i basically changed the last half of this fic, but i’m rly happy with the results. there was a lot i wanted to include about life before din left, and i thought i’d put them in separate like one shots, but i figured that it would be include in the main story too. this is basically like an anime recap episode LMAO. enjoy!! thanks for the love <3

summary:

“But slowly and languidly, there was a sense of tenderness that began to bleed into the crevices of your daily lives.”

When you and the Mandalorian existed in another time, another place. 

parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

ao3 link / masterlist

Dreams these days never really consisted of anything new. Old memories played in your head like a holovid, both the good and the bad. Tonight, they were filled with him. 

In the beginning, the two of you never really acknowledged what it was. 

You fucked only a few more times after the cockpit. Business always came first, of course, and sex wasn’t a regular occurrence. But when the tension (often mixed with the adrenaline of bounty hunting) became too much to handle, you were all over each other. Most of the time, you were in either of each other’s bunks, and you only did it in the cockpit when you couldn’t bother to go down the ladder. At first, you chalked it up to strictly satisfying physical needs. With the two of you in such close quarters, it only made sense. The aftermath often involved getting dressed and cleaned up in silence. There would be an occasional joke or two, but the discussion usually steered itself towards the next mission. 

But slowly and languidly, there was a sense of tenderness that began to bleed into the crevices of your daily lives. Your hands would linger on each other longer. He seemed to loosen up around you, joke around and indulge you in conversation. It was such a stark contrast to his menacing, stoic warrior demeanour he used when rounding up bounties.

Once, you found yourself too distracted and flustered to even spar with him.

“At this rate, you’ll never win a match against me,” he poked, legs straddling your waist as he pinned your arms down

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, irritated. He had won against you using the same move, twice. 

You’d never tell him, but your eyes were definitely indulging over the build of his body, imagining the way his bare muscles flexed or his lips moved against yours. 

Squirming against him, you hiss, “Off, Mando.”

He chuckles and your chest tightens. I bet his real voice sounds like heaven.

“I dunno, I think I like you like this.”

He studies you under him, helmet tilting sideways watching your chest heave up and down. A wave of heat washes over you at the thought of tearing off his mask and pulling him down for a kiss. Mando lightly laughs again and you swear you’re going to fucking lose it.

“I think you like it too.”

With all your strength, you bring your knee into the small of his back, knocking him forwards as you twist to launch him off of you. After shuffling up to stand, you spin on your heels and march away, embarrassed at how he’s got you flushed and smiling like an idiot schoolgirl. 

He’s still groaning in pain when he calls to you, “Done already?”

You stumble on a witty response, “You’re the worst!”

Smooth.

--

You weren't the only one losing their cool. Mando became a lot more defensive of you in those days; you nearly killed him once because he kept trying to cover you from blaster fire. He even started a bar fight for you. 

You hated the stares you received by virtue of being around him; traveling with him always meant that being unassuming was impossible. Normally, people would avert their eyes. If you were particularly lucky, a poor soul would try and push the Mandalorian’s buttons, not realizing they’re digging their own graves. One day, however, you’d hit the jackpot when they decided to  target you. 

You sat across from him in a booth, patiently waiting for the quarry to pass through; you took the side facing the door while he was turned away, taking advantage of the element of surprise. Out of the corner of your eye, three drunk bumbling idiots stumbled from the opposite end of the bar. Despite your stealthy gaze, one of them locked eyes with you, and when you saw his lips curl into a disgusting smile, you knew you were in for it. 

The man you saw and sauntered over to your side of the chair. His friends shuffled behind him like dogs, and he practically beamed when he saw Mando, seemingly nonchalant.

“My my, Mando! You’ve got quite the catch here,” he says, undressing you with his eyes, “Where’d he buy a thing like you, baby?”

Are you fucking serious?

You cocked an eyebrow and shot him a glare in response, but remained quiet. You turn back to your view on the door, praying to Maker that he’d leave you alone. But the man didn’t let up.

Instead, he turns to your partner inquiring,

“How good of a lay is she, huh, Mandalorian? Bet she’d be a real treat for me and my boys” his men move a little closer to corner you both, “How much to take her off your hands?”

Can a girl just exist?

“I’m not for sale,” you snarl, voice tight. A dull pain begins to echo in your temples.

“So she speaks,” Your irritation only seemed to egg him on, “C'mon darlin’ let us take care of you. I promise I’m good for it.”

Your fingers were itching towards your blades, but you were still waiting on the quarry to enter the cantina. A scene would scare him away and you would lose your money and time.

Business comes first. 

At least, that’s what you thought.

Mando’s voice cut through your exchange, “Get lost, she said she’s not interested.”

“Now, that’s not what we heard, was it boys?” His men laugh in agreement behind him. His eyes turn dark as he goes to place a hand on your shoulder, “The lady can speak for herself. I think we can negotia-”

A blaster shot whizzes by your ears before you can even think to fight back against him. Mando, ever the gunslinger, shoots again towards his leg, knocking him onto the floor.

And then the whole bar descends into chaos. 

Drunkards pile on top of each other as tensions crescendo; the sound of a single shot has everybody up in arms. Your migraine only grows in intensity as the situation spirals out of control. To top it off, amidst the chaos, you see the quarry a few paces away. His eyes were wide watching the shitshow before him, and in a panic, he scurried back out the door.

You’d caught him eventually, but not without traversing the entire underground marketplace that stretched under the city. By the time he was in carbonite and you were both in the cockpit, your irritation boiled over.

“Are you insane, Din?” You fumed, “When did you get so careless? We nearly lost him!”

He simply looked at you as if you knew the answer, but his silence only fueled your exasperation.

“Fine, don’t talk to me,” you grumbled, throwing your hands in the air, “I’ll be in the refresher.”

You turned to leave, but his gloved hand suddenly gripped your upper arm, spinning you into his chest. It was then that you realized how much bigger he was, dwarfing you in his arms as he rubbed the space above your elbows. 

“He was gonna touch you,” Mando’s voice was low, bordering on a growl.

Oh. The air in the room shifts dramatically.

You take a shaky breath, your voice quieting down to a whisper, “And if he did?”

The gloved hands on your arms squeeze like a vice grip. Your heart swells.

“He’d have a hole in his head.”

Your expression softens before your lips spread into a sly smile. You move as close as you can, eyes boring into the black space of his visor.

“Tell me something,” you swallow hard as you gingerly move his hands to your waist and trace your fingertips over his breastplate. Mando’s breathing is ragged through his vocoder, and you relish in his excitement. You bat your eyelashes a few times before peering up at him.

“How good of a lay am I, Mandalorian?”

His fingers dig deeper into your sides before pulling you even closer, erection already stiffening against you. He groans out a response, “Let’s find out.”

--

There were little things that warmed your heart, too. When you were stuck in your bunk with a migraine, he never let you get up to do anything by yourself. He brought you water and food and he took extra care in opening the door so no light was let in and he wasn’t too loud. When you could tell he was dozing off in hyperspace, you forced him to go to bed. If he was particularly stubborn, you shoved him into the co-pilot’s chair and covered him with a blanket. Sometimes, if you came across a market with a few extra credits, you’d cook him a real meal, leagues better than the shitty ration packs you normally partook in. 

And then, there was the first time he kissed you.

You were strolling through a bazaar before a job when you stopped at a produce stand, excitedly picking up a fuzzy white peach from the box.

“I haven’t eaten one of these since I was a teenager,” you say, bringing up it to your nose and sniffing, “They smell amazing. We should get some later.”

Much to your chagrin, the job went south that day. You were so frustrated and angry that you’d completely forgotten about it, caked in mud and grime demanding to go straight back to the Razor Crest.

Holed up in your bunk and fresh out the shower, you were clad in only a long sleeve shirt and underwear when you heard him knock. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see  the fiercest hunter in the parsec standing before you with a plate of peaches from the market, sliced neatly into little wedges.  

Mando sat with you on your bed as he watched you eat; you told him about how the fruit used to grow on trees in your family’s orchard in the summer. Though you acted like you were sick of them, you always ate it when you were upset. You smiled at the memory of your adolescence, silently cutting up the fruit into wedges and eating them outside during dawn, right after your first break up with some boy.

You were so caught up in the memory that you nearly jumped when Mando leaned in and took your chin in his right hand. His finger traced over the side of your lips, and your heart raced in your chest. 

“Sorry, it’s just,” he uttered, “It was going to drip on your chin.”

You would’ve thought he’d lit your body on fire. Your core ached and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. When he began to pull back, it felt like instinct to grab his wrist and keep his hand near your face. You leaned into his touch, pressing a chaste kiss to his thumb. 

You began to crawl across your bunk to him when he stopped you, “Wait.”

Mando stood, and closed the door and shut the lights off. Darkness enveloped you both, and you called out to him, “Din?” His voice cut through the inky dark, “Can you see anything?”

You hear him shuffle, as he stands in front of you, “I dunno, can I?”

“Y/N,” he urged, impatient.

“No, Din. I can’t see.”

And then you hear the air hiss, and metal clanging to the floor. Realization hit like a meteor crash.

He took it off.

You panic immediately.

“Din, wait! What are you doi-”

You shut up the instant his hands cup your face and his lips are on yours.

And it felt delightful, better than any kiss you’d ever had. Your eyes flutter shut as you deepen the kiss. Your arms go to wrap around his neck, and you pull him even closer, elated at the way his soft hair feels in between your fingers. You were sure that he could taste the sweet, tangy peach on your tongue. When he pulls away for air, your face feels flushed with heat and you could feel your swollen lips.

You’re in a daze, “You kissed me.”

He laughs and you hear it. His real voice. No distortion. No modulator. 

“I did.”

He does sound like an angel.

“Do it again.”

--

When it all broke apart, it wasn’t like the steady, dawdling way you fell in love. The break was quick and it stung worse than any migraine. 

“What do you think?”

You walked around the cockpit, tracing your fingers over the controls. “Why? You thinking of an upgrade?” You shoot Mando a smile. He doesn’t seem amused, “It’s nice, I guess. Smaller, though. We already have a tough time fitting together in the Razor Crest.”

You’d been on Nevarro for a few days, having finally finished your last job. Instead of going back to the Crest, however, Mando took you to a shipyard and aboard an empty cruiser. The Slipstream’s windows were big and were much cleaner, but space was still an issue even if you and Din didn’t carry much.

You turn to him expecting a response, but he only says, “Let’s go.”

“Wait, Mando,” you reach for his shoulder, “What is this about? I don’t understand. Why are we here?”

He doesn’t stop to answer, “I said, let’s go.”

You let out a huff as you followed him out of the cockpit. Ever since you landed, Mando’s behavior had flipped like a switch. Your friendly talks had been reduced to one-sided exchanges. He’d been ignoring you, cold like the beskar he donned on his back. 

“Mando!”

He kept walking down the loading ramp. His terrible attitude had made your blood simmer for a while, and now it was all boiling over. 

You stomp forwards, stopping at the entrance to the hull and shout. 

“Din, stop!”

And he does, but he doesn’t turn around.

You’re fuming, “What is your problem? You’ve been in a shitty mood ever since we got here and frankly I-” You’re interrupted by something flying towards you, instinct having you catch in your hands. It’s a small silver device. Code sets, for what could only be the ship you’re currently standing on.

The dots begin to chaotically connect in your head, “What the hell is this?”

“It’s the -”

“No, Din. I know what this fucking thing is,” You’re seething with panic and rage as you hold up the silver box, “I mean, what are you doing?”

He only stares up at you, the mask emotionless and frigid. The reality of the situation was crashing into you like waves; you were begging to any god that this was just a fucked up nightmare. Tears were stinging in your eyes, threatening to pool and pour over. 

You hated how your voice cracked, “Answer me!”

“I’m leaving you, Y/N.”

Fuck. Hearing him say it out loud made your gut wrench. 

You made an audible sob; you couldn’t control it. Shuffling to the bottom of the ramp, you’re desperate to try and connect to him, bring him back to you. The questions spill from your lips.

“Why? What did I even do? What’s wrong?” You bring your hands up, cupping the sides of his helmet. You whisper through your cries, “Din, please.”

You know. You feel it in your bones. You know he feels it too. 

He gently holds your wrists, “We can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t we talk about this?” You plead, “I know something’s wrong, you gotta let me in.”

“Y/N, please don’t make this harder than it already is,” he chides, pulling your hands away from his helmet. Your heart feels like it’s in freefall when he turns around to continue walking.

You try to scramble forward to pull him back but to your horror, you’re met with the barrel of a blaster. The noise that roars through your ears sounds like shattering glass. You gape at him, a mixture of shock and disbelief contorting your features. The figure that stood before you was unrecognizable. Because it wasn’t Din, the soft lover who kissed you in the dark and traced words of Mando’a into your sternum. It wasn’t even Mando, the old snarky friend who joked at how bad of a shot you were and who laughs like a complete idiot when he had one too many sips.

It was the Mandalorian, the ruthless and deadly warrior poised and ready to fire you away.

--

You wake up smelling peaches and blaster smoke.

Shifting to sit up against the wall behind you, you groan at the dull ache in your head and heart. Mando is here with you at the foot of the bed; you’ve memorized the way the bunk feels with or without him. 

“Why are the lights off?” You ask.

“I didn’t know if you were going to wake up with a headache or not.”

Of fucking course. It drives you insane how considerate he is sometimes.

You suddenly become more alert as you remember, “Aayn’vida, where is she? Is she safe?”

He quells your anxiety immediately, “She’s safe. I took her to her family.”

“And Khan?”

“Cold.”

You feel him shove pills and a bottle of water into your hands. You took them, and as you both waited for the pain in your head to subside, he told you what happened in Jaemai. As it turns out, Aayn’vida’s mother was a doctor for many years, and she was kind enough to check on you and care for your wounds. Khan’s goon nicked your right side; no major organs were hit, but your skin was likely scarred since it was basically singed off. There was another thing, however. Mando had asked her about the constant migraines,  “She said that they can happen because of stress or trauma.”

You laughed bitterly, “Well, we both know I have plenty of that.”

Silence blankets you two again. Even in the dark, you can tell when the Mandalorian is uneasy. You wait for him to confess.

“If I’d known this would’ve happened, I would’ve never asked you to come with me,” he lets out a tired sigh, “I’m sorry.”

You roll your eyes. Why is he so fucking nice?

“We’ve been through worse,” you say, a familiar feeling fluttering through your chest, 

“Besides, this just means I’ve rightfully earned my 80%”

[y-kihyun-archive]

quarantine time!!

i was tagged by @memehyungwon - thanks as always nessa !!! :DD 💗

rules: answer these questions and tag 5 mutuals

1. Flowers or chocolates? chocolates! i’m allergic to most flowers lol

2. Between day and night I prefer: night

3. My favorite drink: boba, milk tea > fruit tea :3

4. Between sunrise and sunset I prefer: sunsets

5. Between dogs and cats I prefer: dogs bc i’m allergic to all cats but not all dogs, but i do think cats are cute!!

6. The vegetable i hate the most: onions 🤢 idk if they count but i do Not enjoy

7. My favorite sound: ...i keep thinking of music but i can’t think of something exact. but i do believe music is one of the most powerful art mediums

8. The first thing I notice about people: asdfkjl hygiene

9. Would you prefer horror or fantasy? ok this is tricky to answer bc i don’t like supernatural/jumpscare horror (like ghosts/demonic stuff) but i rly like eerie, dramatic murder movies like midsommar/the lighthouse/thoroughbreds/us/the killing of a sacred deer... so i would choose those over fantasy, but fantasy over supernatural horror

10. I’d want to be stuck in a lift with: @vsfakelove bc i think we could make a good story out of it - that or indiana jones bc i think he could get us out, or wonho bc i think it would be funny

11. What city or town you’d like to live in? can’t think of one in particular, but i much prefer living in a large city! public transport (therefore no driving LOL) + so many places to go :’)

12. What I value most in life: my faith & my loved ones!! beyond that... i enjoy making & sharing things/thoughts haha

13. If I could learn any skill, it’d be: cooking 😭 i’m a mediocre cook and i’m still learning :’) but it’d be nice to be Good at it haha

14. Between the beach and the mountains, I prefer: beach!

15. I’d love to get married in: hmM no preference but the only honeymoon location i’d accept is tokyo disneyland

16. My hidden talent: i can whistle pretty well!

17. If I could bring anyone back to life, I’d bring back: :[ i don’t think i would

18. Why? i feel like there’d be grave consequences

19. Rainy or sunny day? sunny! rain makes me sluggish

20. Who’s the real model of your life? wwjd 😔👌 haha but also not rly model, more like inspiration, but rich brian to an extent

21. How I relax after a hard day: gif-ing + listening to music :’)

22. I like the way I look: i think so!

23. My most favorite facial features of myself is: i have a decent nose !

24. My most favorite part of my body is: i have Long Fingers .. prbly bc i played piano for like 13 years LOL

25. If I could change anything about my body: i’m okay with where i’m at! i do wish i had clear skin tho lol

26. If yes, what’s it: (see above)

27. If I could change something from my past: it’s made me who i am and i am okay with that

28. How many piercing I have: four! two lobe piercings on each ear!

29. I like makeup? i think it’s fun but i don’t do it regularly!

30. I wear make up everyday: nope!

31.My skin type is: oily i think LOL

32. My skin tone: pasty :[

33. My hair color: black

34. My height: 5′3″

35. My age: 20

36. My birthday: july

37. My best friend: @vsfakelove, who is currently sitting next to me filling this out as well LOL

38. I have a pet or more: yes! 1 dog, 1 fish

39. If I don’t, I’d like to adopt: absolutely!!

40. Video games or social media: tumblr LMFAO

41. I’ve visited outside my country: yes! i love traveling!

42. I’ve an innocent/dirty mind: ...neither? i like a good dick joke but i don’t go out of my way to make them haha

43. Someone proposed me or asked me out? 👁👁 i think i’ve been asked out before, like school dances, but beyond that i can’t tell haha

44. If yes, then I liked it and accepted or the opposite: haven’t met the right person yet

45. Do you follow some celebrities’ fashion: not really

46. What do you think about your fashion sense: comfortable, colorful

47. You found someone copying your fashion: thanks but also my fashion’s p generic so i don’t think they’d be copying me in particular 😂

48. Can you do your makeup properly: mostly !?

49. You go or used to go with makeup to school: nope! takes too much time; sometimes i’ll do spot cover-up but that’s about it haha

50. What color suits you best? i think red looks good on everyone... i have a lot of blue and i like wearing green & yellow! grey & black too 👌

51. Finally, how is quarantine going? could be a lot worse!

tagging: @vsfakelove @kyunsies @fantascia @burnitupmp3 @kebinwooo but as always no pressure & feel free to ignore!! 

[0225pm]

hello!!!!!

haven’t posted anything in a long while and i decided to post one tonight before i sleep bc i feel guilty for not updating farhan’s newspaper hahaha. i’m also waiting for my hair to dry a little so yeah kill two birds with one stone!

my eyes are super irritated now btw like the right eye esp wtf i kept rubbing at it bc it feels like there’s smth in my eye and i HATE rubbing my eyes bc it’ll give you wrinkles and break all the capillaries around your eyes causing dark circles like mine is alr dark enough i don’t need it to be any darker. like i think it’s bc of my contacts?? a sigh that i must change my lenses alr pls sponsor me bb degree 500/500 brown or grey lens i’m ok hahahaahahahah. ok so i will try to summarize today as fast and as short as i can even tho i like to type everything down in details so that future me and future farhan may be able to recall memories easier but das ok we gotta be quick

ok so today i called farhan around 230pm cus i had a feeling he slept quite late ytd since he was woken up from his sleep. and i thought 230pm ok la can la not too early not too late cus he has to shower and prep and come over to my area as well. after some calls he finally picked up and then it changed to a video call? he has been video calling me a lot these days like instead of the usual normal calls and i’m not complaining tbh hahahaha i actually love it cus i get to see his face even tho we’re not physically together but i look damn ugly ah so sometimes i’ll not put my face in the camera damn stupid i know cus it’s not like he hasn’t seen my face in its worst condition like back when my acne were literal cysts and he still stayed and didn’t leave but hahaha these kinda insecurities will take a looooooong time for it to go away one la hais anyway ok sorry back to the story of the day!!!

wtf sorry if the paragraphing is weird ah or if got long gaps cus i’m typing w my phone n idk why it’s not letting me like just down space once small little paragraph space but ok nvm let’s not bother about that lmao. ok so then i got ready and did my hair and i’m kinda regretting cutting bangs the other time cus my hair got used to the long fringe that now my bangs curl up if i don’t use hair straightener or if it got wet or if i sweat like it doesn’t stay straight down so sad. then picked out my outfit in my head but i was still wearing home clothes when he came over cus i thought i should wait before i change since we haven’t technically decided on where to go and i rly didn’t wanna sweat before we go out. then we laid in bed for a bit and farhan was being such a cranky old man i just wanna give him a loving punch but i didn’t ofc. then i changed and wore this super cute outfit with my windbreaker and i actually rly like what i wore wth like it’s cute ok but there he was judging my outfit 🙄 annoying pe hahahaha cus it was so hot out and for me to wear a wb like a bit crazy ah so we went out of the house n all then i forgot my damn mask again cb i cannot sia always forget nowadays like can they just lift the rules alr. so i went back to take and then i was like fak i cannot i gotta change into smth less hot bc it rly was so damn hot outside like it looks like it’s cloudy n was boutta rain but no sia so panas gila so i changed into this little ahpek blouse which tbh is one of my fav vintage blouse that i own. i like the fit of it it’s oversized but not too crazy oversized that it just looks weird. i asked farhan and he said it just looks like when someone had sex and then borrowed the man’s shirt to put on and i feel like wow that’s actually quite hot sia mcm give me a bit of an extra boost of confidence liddat lol but anyway ya besides the point.

then after that we went to tampines and had saap saap thai for our lunch. it was niceeee since we haven’t been there in a long while so the food was great at least imo la. but the chilli pedas gila but i think quite shiok ah. the soup if not spicy not nice or like still nice but not as nice if it’s not spicy. but i’m a noob so i put like hujung je the chilli hahahaha farhan put like half sia gila. we also had milk tea and green milk tea which was initially farhan’s but we swapped bc the milk tea was too sweet for me. then after that we went to nine fresh!!!! my top fav bbt shop currently bc of the rly interesting toppings u can put. i think next time i wanna buy 0% ah cus i feel like the 25% like quite sweet sia idk why or maybe it’s bc the toppings alr sweet so when it’s mixed it feels like there’s double the sweetness. then after that we went to this korea mart. shine korea i think but wtf i feel like the shine korea like....... idk sia they don’t have a lot of variety and they don’t sell loose packs like how i feel most korea mart actually sell loose packs of instant noodles. i still like the one at bedok maybe next time i’ll head there to buy the items i need and cook smth for farhan 😂 even tho it’s just instant noodles but i learned a recipe on how to enhance the noodles and make it taste professional looooool so i rly wanna try making that for us to eat next time. oh and i’m so happy that farhan enjoys my wrap!!!!! this would be a story for another day.

then after that decided to head back since there weren’t anymore korea marts around. i had to withdraw some money for my mom first so we did that then walked back to where he parked his bike. then upon reaching home we just rested up for a bit. watched some videos and all. and i just wanted to sleep idk why when i’m laying on his chest or like shoulder i feel sooo comfy i legit just wanna sleep. but as time kept ticking we decided to head outside to lepak since we’re not married yet perhaps he felt like it isn’t good or nice of him to stay in the house till late but idk i think my dad was kinda distracted with soccer to even care much today so i felt like we could have stayed longer if we wanted to and omg leh my stomach rly said hello go berak so many times to me today walao i think 3 times? but good la hais i’m so constipated sia my bowel movements damn irregular annoying sia and unhealthy hais. then when we were outside it started pouring!!!! at first not so heavy but it got heavier throughout and it felt so nice!! and i know farhan can’t do this often but he stayed till like 5am before he left and it just brings back that memories of when he would stay till late just to keep my company and spend more time with me.

sobsssss i miss him alr 😭😭😭😭😭😭

i forgot to wish him happy monthsary before he left and he just wished me now as i’m typing this i want to reply him so i’m just gonna end the post here okay hehe goodnight!!

[ofshilch-blog]

hello pals ! i feel like i’ve introduced myself like twelve times for this rp by now but just in case you haven’t had the displeasure of meeting me yet, i’m mira (she/her), 22, gmt+1. i’ll be writing shiloh jeong, the twenty year old art history major aka the unwritten page. shiloh might be a messy bitch, but she’s trying her best and that’s what matters :((

name: shiloh jeong gender & pronouns: cis female, she & hers age: twenty major & year: art history, first year faceclaim: lee naeun occupation: hemlock history museum, gift shop employee

shiloh’s bio is heavily influenced by the initial label i applied for ( flight risk gang make some NOISE ) so i’m still reworking the details, but i’ll give you guys the 411

shiloh is a hemlock native, she grew up more than comfortable but often felt suffocated by the strings that came with her family’s weath and the path laid out for her

as a kid she acted out a Lot, but her family tolerated it because, you know .... children wack

when she got to high school her impulsive ways stopped being seen as cute, she was expected to have like ... direction and a purpose in life but she was like wait i’m baby

but life doesn’t stop for anyone !! so she basically went through high school constantly acting out and fighting with her family, until she got fed up, tore up her college acceptance letters and left pretty much without an explanation on her graduation day to take a gap year & travel the world

while abroad she fell in love with the different places and cultures and new n exciting art forms she got to see. she never thought college was right for her, but she suddenly remembered covington has a world class art history program and that maybe she fucked up by leaving before giving the school a chance

so she’s back in hemlock to study at covington, and Rly enjoying it ( somewhat to her surprise ) - so what if she starts all her assignments at 3am after four cups of coffee and she skips all her early morning lectures because she’d rather die than wake up before 9am ... she’s still learning a lot and actually Cares about what she’s learning which has been a complete light bulb moment for her

shiloh is really, really trying to be good at covington - to not get into fights, to do her work and to keep her head down. she doesn’t always succeed ( she’s a bit too uh ... honest for that ), but she’s trying to grow as a person and find out who she wants to be now that she’s a young adult and isn’t constantly forced to fight back against her parents’ idea of her

shiloh is not rly a typical extrovert or introvert, she loves soaking up the energy of big groups but she also likes her alone time and more than anything, she prefers to keep people at a distance and doesn’t have many very close relationships ( not for any emo reasons, she’s just way too caught up in her own shit to care much about other people’s shit )

she’s also part of covington’s track team, just in case there are more runners in this group heh

so those are the basics!! imma try to write some wcs tomorrow if i can find the braincells i lost during my last finals this week, but either way i’m SO musey and all of your beautiful charas are inspiring me soso much so pls hit me up and i’m sure we can cook smth up!!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

every other even starting at 4!

lmaooo ty i was like “uh oh, Evens but also Alternating Ones?? can i remember both things” and well the answer would’ve been Yes anyways, but then i was like oh right that’s like. multiples of 4.........it’s a dubious if i can put “took a lot of math classes and i’m decent at math, i think” in that Talents question later on lol

4: What’s your favorite part of the day?

it depends lol....i’ve got that night owl thing going on so like maybe 10p - 4am are my Peak Hours probably like, naturally......but not like i hate daylight......Evening in summer months is good like. shit isn’t plummeting into darkness in 2 min after 2 hrs of shitty lighting like in winter......

8: How does someone become important to you?

idk it’s Not Hard but also it is lmao like. we just keep regularly interacting and we vibe? Bro......We Are Friends

12: What can you spend forever talking about?

lmaooooo so many things. like, generally i can just spend Forever Talking b/c irl (and to an extent online lol) i am a chatterbox. very rarily In Practice though b/c i have to be around ppl i want to / am comfortable just talking freely with. but i’ll like, leap on whatever opportunity to talk about some shit i’m interested in / it having already been Brought Up.....amazing restraint from me sometimes when maybe an acquaintance makes a tweet and i Could come crashing in with comments but i refrain

16: What is something you really want?

stares at hands.....big question......but i never have like 5 Year Plan / or many super Concrete specific things, and there’s a lot going on right now so it’s like, as step one, i think i and all of us want to Not be in a pandemic

20: Have you ever had a dream that made you wonder if it was actually a memory?

not that i know of (i.e. didn’t forget lol) cuz the only time my dreams really Draw From Life very directly is like “here’s some Anxiety Scenario dreams” or the location is a school i went to and stuff like that

24: Have you ever met someone you never thought you’d become close to?

i mean there’s been people i’ve been like “i’m not interested in interacting with this person” and then Not had a close relationship with lol but if the implication for this is “and then you Did become close to them, despite your expectations” it’s like.......no not really lmao. ppl have to talk to me for like weeks or months before i realize like “oh right, they’re probably doing that b/c they like you / want to” so it can’t really sneak up on me lol

28: Do you ever make impulsive decisions?

if i’m in a group or w/e i’m never trying to make decisions but if it’s just me yeah i can make kinda impulsive decisions lol.....usually just in wild ways like “hmm i want to do [whatever] so here i go doing it”

32: If you could go back in time and re-live your life up to this point, knowing everything that you know now, would you make different decisions?

really i just wouldn’t mess with the timeline lol......maybe about some smaller details but even then. i could say like “oh i could learn a language” lol but that’s asking an elementary schooler to like, take that initiative or w/e

36: Favorite book quote(s)?

well i haven’t even read the book but i guess my catchphase Invoked Book Quote is the “anger is a type of geography” one, the full quote of which i Saved just so that i could conveniently invoke it in full whenever i mention it:

Anger is a type of geography. The ways out of it expand the more you love a person. The more forgiveness you might be willing to afford each other opens up new and unexpected roads. And so, for some, staying angry at someone you love is a reasonable option. To stay angry at someone you know will forgive your anger is a type of love, or at least it is a type of familiarity that can feel like love.

and ig it ties into this stance where it’s not like “Never Being In Conflict is the ideal for good relationships” and instead is like “even if you get along with people you like the vast majority of the time, probably conflict just happens in the course of Interacting With Other Humans and can be be viewed as an Opportunity where, in the course of navigating a conflict, a relationship can evolve / improve, and also if you think Zero Conflicts Ever is the definition / goal of the Best relationships you’re going to avoid even small conflicts with anyone and probably that lack of communication / requiring ppl to trade the discomfort of Conflict / Change for the discomfort of [if you are at all upset about something you have no recourse] where the latter is definitely worse long-term”.................also related to the last time i Dropped This Quote, for some reason the other day i was remembering the story lauren told about her and will’s tiff unfolding behind the scenes of a performance......rip to how yeah i’m sure it wasn’t fun but the Funny-After-The-Fact Story sure is charming re: like oh all these friends having and getting past fights and etc lmao and in conclusion i rly ought to rewatch the bwayjackbox bmc reunion lol..........also despite me talking about “so great when people Can Be Mad at each other” at length here i’m not raring to brawl with you guys or anything lmao.....

40: What makes you feel confident?

idk lol like there’s always “when you wear an outfit you like” but my outfits are like “shorts and a tee” so it’s not hard. although sometimes it’s like, well my comfortable shirts that are about like “I’m Gay” or sm shit, layers there. would i get a Boost from wearing the Lgw tee?? probably, b/c it’s like, yeah out here subtly caping for wroland really and his amazing solo number, etc......time will tell. still storing that away for Worthy Occasions that aren’t just like [me sweating into it] lmao. also when you’re around other lgbtq people in person even if they’re strangers it’s like hell yeah just overall Stats Boost

44: Do you consider yourself talented?

i mean ppl get Talented through spending a lot of time on Whatever and like, wanting to put that attention and effort into it.......like, i’ve done some cooking / baking just In My Life and so i’m hardly an expert but i’ve got like, some solid knowledge of what i’m doing i think lmao......practiced ballet for a little over a decade and i ended up decent at that........my Ability To Draw is solid for what i want out of it (which is just me: drawing gay niche shit for the self-indulgence of it) and that got a boost from like, i just had a tendency to mess around drawing shit all the time as a kid / took some art classes in like elementary school, did a lot of painting tho lol i’m not great at colors.....damn took art classes in college too i guess, i forget about that. but really drawing-wise the real Experience i got was like, realizing a decade ago like “hey i can just make and share self-indulgent niche gay fanart” so that was my motivation and i’ve been somewhat regularly making stuff the whole time.......the talent of Befriending Cats lol but that’s just “just be chill with them”

48: Have you ever started to try learning about a subject only to realize it’s not something you enjoy?

not really lmao cuz like i’m out here barely ever starting to try to learn a subject that i Do enjoy

[johntwick]

dinner with a killer

Little note: Three things!! First: i’m tagging this as an x reader because I don’t rly describe the girl and never use a name. so technically it can be read as an x reader. Second: I believe john is a huge hypocrite and probably wouldnt befriend a serial killer bc that’s (lol) “wrong” but it’s a fanfic so who cares!!? Third: This is loosely based off Hannibal (the scene with Tobias) so yeah there’s my inspo. Enjoy!

Word count: 2.4k Reading time:11mins

The sound of metal hitting glass plates echoed throughout the almost silent room. Some classical piece John didn't know flowed from a radio on low volume as they ate together in peace. He was having dinner with a woman he had met at the library a couple months before his wife died. He felt guilty that he had gotten so close with another woman while Helen was dying, but as a former assassin, he didn’t have many friends. There was Marcus at the time, still, he didn’t really open up to him about his ‘feelings’.

John ran into her while he was checking a book out. She was beautiful and he felt disgusting for thinking that. Her knowledge on books amazed John. Once he stated that he worked on books for a hobby he knew that wouldn’t be the last time he saw her. And that wasn’t the last time he saw her. They met for coffee multiple times and during those times they talked about books, she talked about her problems and John talked about how hard it was watching Helen die right before him. He never cheated on Helen. Never. He wasn’t and never will be that kind of guy.

Even though eating a homemade dinner with a friend was not cheating, John felt that it would be going a little too far. So every invitation to eat at her house he declined. Until the night Helen died, he called her in a moment of grieving desperation, and asked if he was still welcomed. They made plans and hung up.

Then Viggo’s stupid son, Losef, had to mess with John. That really screwed with his retirement plan. Thankfully he was able to take care of things in time for the dinner. He knew he’d still have a few things to take care of but he was still injured from his fight with Viggo and needed to heal.

John now sat and watched her as they both ate. He saw her eyes flutter, her muscles move and twitch, and a satisfied smirk appear upon on her face every bite she took. There was almost an unnerving, familiar feeling about her that was bugging him but, besides that, she was perfect. Too perfect. Maybe that was it.

“Don't like your meal John? You're worrying me. You've spent so much time staring at me you've hardly taken a bite.” She teased with a playfulness gleaming in her eyes. John hadn't realized she knew he was staring at her. He felt himself heat up at his carelessness. She lifted her head and stared at him, still smirking, for a few seconds before she looked down and took another bite of her food.

“Uh, no. Sorry. It's very good, actually.” John took another bite as he watched her swell with so much pride even he could practically feel it. This time a full smile spread across her lips.

“Thank you. It’s chicken that’s actually been baked encased in lotus leaves and clay. They call it “Beggar's chicken”. The story behind it is pretty interesting.” She put her fork and knife down. John continued eating as she started on the historical context of the name.

“There are many variations of the story but they all start with a beggar. This beggar stole a chicken and the farmer went after him.” She paused to take a sip of her wine.

“The beggar buried the chicken in mud and later that day when he knew the farmer was gone he dug it up. He was so hungry he didn’t wash it off. He just cooked it like that.”

John listened as she went on about how well cooked it was and how the beggar showed everyone in the town and it even eventually got to the emperor.

“Well I guess we should be thanking the beggar for this meal tonight.” He jest, causing her to giggle.

“You know growing up, I always wanted to be a chef.”

John gave her a fake surprised look and the woman

brought her hand up to hide her laugh.

“I know. Not very surprising.” The atmosphere in the room became uncomfortable. John felt it and he knew she could too.

“Other things got in the way. So I studied and specialized in human behavior.” She turned and stared at John. Her eyes held no emotion as the smile faded from her face. She looked as though she wasn’t there, and mentally John knew she wasn’t. So he called her name in his gentle but raspy voice and leaned slightly over the table to get close to her.

“I can’t figure it out John. All night I’ve been sitting here talking and enjoying this very well cooked meal with you. I could basically hear the thoughts in your head. I still can’t figure it out.” She was astonished.

John pulled back and leaned in his chair and narrowed his eyes at her. Why was she acting so strange?

“What can’t you figure out?” He asked, emotions absent in his voice.

Eyes just like his peered into him as she brought her head up.

“I know you’ve killed people. I’ve known since we first met, but how you just pushed it aside for love.. I just can't figure that out. ”

John could have sworn his heart dropped. His anxiety spiked as thousands upon thousands of thoughts raced through his brain. Nobody would ever even know John was royally losing his shit on the inside because on the outside he stayed calm. Just like he was trained. There was no, twitching of the eyes, biting or licking of the lips, shaking or even leg jumping. Nothing.

“It’s rude to ignore somebody John.” Though her tone was the same chaff, there was a bit of maliciousness in it.

John knew she wasn’t stupid and he most definitely was not going to offend her by acting as though she had no idea what she was talking about. This is not how he planned the night going.

“How did you figure out? That I’ve — killed people.” He questioned, not losing eye contact with her.

She let out a sigh before answering.

“Because I’ve killed people too. Mostly the people who annoy or bore me.”

Ah. So that’s what felt so familiar.

John still didn’t change his expression much but he did raise an eyebrow in question.

“Really?” He drawled out, doubt evident in his voice.

“No real reason to lie here. I even thought of killing you.”

At this statement John was beginning to start sorting through all the possibilities of what could go down, what he could use as a weapon if need be. It was almost as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I’m not going to kill you John. Though the thought was tempting.”

She tapped her chin in thought and pursed her lips while looking him up and down. She was analyzing him. How he sat, how he spoke, his movements, she even watched his breathing. Although to the average person it wouldn’t have seemed like John changed one bit, but she wasn’t just any average person.

“You’re much stronger than me. I could never take you down physically.”

John felt a sense of pride at that statement and loosened up a bit. The woman stood up and started to clear their plates from the table as he stayed sat there. How did he not see it? This was something John grew up and had ingrained into his brain. At The Continental he always knew who was there for business. So how couldn’t he see it on this plain girl? He was brought out of his thoughts by a mug being placed in front of him. It was just coffee but rightfully so, John was skeptical.

“I didn’t spike the coffee John. This coffee is very expensive and I get it imported monthly. I’d never ruin it like that.”

The woman almost seemed offended as if that was such a ludicrous idea. John looked to the coffee to her to the coffee and back to her again. She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head.

“Something wrong with the coffee? You haven’t spoken a word since the huge reveal. I don’t scare you do I?”

She had to stop the chuckle from coming out. Yes. In a way John was scared of her. How easily she hid it, how normal she seemed. He wasn’t scared because he knew he could take her if she attacked him. He probably wouldn’t even need his weapon. Just his hands. She scared him because of how easily she tricked him. John willingly came to her house and ate dinner with her. He ate her food that could have been poisoned all while he had no idea. That’s what scared him.

“I don’t take my coffee black.” Is all he said.

She put her hand over her mouth in mock surprise.

“I didn’t know that. I would’ve taken you for a “just black” kind of guy.”

“Well there’s a lot that people don’t know about me.” John let out a short breathy chuckle.

“You’re not wrong about that. How do you take it?” She smiled and stood up.

“Two sugars and one cream. Please.”

She left with a wink and then hurried back. John took the cream and sugar from her and started to add his preferred amount. When he looked up she had her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands as she watched him intently. It seems that’s all they’d been doing tonight. Watching each other. John finally broke the silence.

“So what made you comfortable enough to tell me?”

Her eyes closed for a brief moment before she removed her head from her hands and her elbows from the table. She gave John a look of disbelief.

“You’re a killer and so am I. We have that in common. Don’t you ever just want to share that part of you with anyone? Doesn’t it get tiring? Always having to hide that from people?”

He thought about what she said for a moment. Yes it did get pretty tiring. It’s very hard to take the way you grew up, all the training, fighting and killing, and forget all about it. Although he wants to run from this part of him, to retire and leave it all behind him, he knows he can’t. He understood how she felt. Going out and meeting someone in the normal, law abiding world, was sometimes difficult. Nobody would ever know the really real you. Then there were people in the underground network where people only knew you based on your skill. Not your interests and disinterests. That didn’t mean they were the same. John never killed someone just because they inconvenienced him. Ok maybe he had but still, the people he killed were no saints.

“We all hide parts of ourselves. Hiding this isn’t anything different.”

The woman rolled her eyes and made a ‘tsk’ noise with her tongue and the back of her teeth. She started to rub her hands together.

“So, when you are doing basic human activities, let’s say, shopping at the mall, nobody ever makes you angry? You never get the split thought about how easy it would be to kill them?”

Now John rolled his eyes.

“I’m not saying that. I just have the control not to act on it. Making it easier to hide.”

She brought her hand up to her cheek and leaned against it. Her other hand started drumming against the table in a lazy manner. John could tell she was analyzing him again. She squinted her eyes at him.

“That’s not true. Did you not kill - what was it? - like eighty men? All over a dog? That doesn’t seem like much control to me, John.”

John took a deep breath and shook his head. It was really getting annoying how many times people had brought that up. That was different. There was much more to that than it just being a dog. Also how the hell did so many people know about it already?

“That was different. I am mourning my wife. That was the last gift she could possibly give me and it was ripped away.”

God, John didn’t know that last time he actually talked so much with someone. Why was he even still here? Why was he defending himself and sitting here, drinking coffee, with a murderer?

“It’s because deep inside you, you like it. Nobody, goes and kills so many people just because grief and mourning. You know who kills that many people? A killer.”

She states this in a matter of fact. It feels strange and foreign to John, that she can read him so well. Even Helen couldn’t read him this well. God how he loved Helen but when he told her of his past all she had was an attitude of ‘well let’s move on from that.’ Part of him wanted that but part of him mourned that. John didn’t know what he wanted. He submerged and hid away a part of himself for her. As guilty as it made him feel sometimes he wondered what their relationship would’ve been like if she had supportive of it.

That being said John quit mostly to protect her, not just because she wanted him to. Helen never even flat out told him to stop, but it was definitely implied. He never wanted to have to worry about someone going after her for something that happened in the past.

“John, you can’t always run from this part of you. I think it’s time you embrace it. You can live a normal life with me and still continue feeding into this dark desire. You don’t have to worry about me ever. I can handle myself.”

Two things were strange about this. First, John’s never been asked out before, usually he did the asking. Second, John didn’t think asking someone out could be so formal. It’s like she was trying to sell him a new car. Weird.

“My wife just died.”

“Ah yes, but for now, friends? You always need friends when you live a life like yours.”

“Friends. Yeah.” He looked and sounded almost bored, which was comical because he wasn’t bored at all. John was very intrigued.

The woman seemed happy with this answer. A huge smile appeared on her face as she held out her hand for John to shake. There was still so much more to be discovered about John. He was a mystery to everyone and this would be a mystery that she would solved before anyone else could.

[thotantics]

With You

⚤   pairing — reader + Lee Taeyong (nct)

✎ word count — 3k

✦ genre — smut, fluff

✗ warnings  — graphic descriptions of sex

[A/N] this request was rly just speaking to me and i wanted to write it while i felt inspired. :’) i lovelovelove lee taeyong and i couldn’t resist adding some fluff in with this request, i hope u enjoy!!

Requested — hi hi I was wondering if you could do a smut scenario with taeyong (I loved ur headcannons 💘) Like he hasn’t seen you in a few months since he has been on tour and he comes home , thank you 🧡🧡🧡🧡             

You’re asleep when you feel his hands on you and your subconscious mind tells you that this is just another dream. How many nights had you fallen asleep wishing for his touch and then subsequently dreamed about it all night long? It wasn’t uncommon, to feel him like a phantom limb, trailing feather light touches over your face. You twitch a little but don’t really respond. The touch is so very much like your boyfriend, exploring the softness of your features, the angle of your nose, lightly squishing the fullness of your cheek playfully before moving to tuck your hair behind your ear. It’s so tender and just when you start to think that it’s unfair how real the dream is this time, you hear his voice.

“Hello, beautiful. Are you waking up?”

Your eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep and your vision blurred, but you can see him, illuminated by the light of the sun of the early morning coming through your bedroom windows. Taeyong looks like a dream. Maybe that’s why you smile softly and shut your eyes, content at the glimpse, willing yourself back into the pleasant dream of his hands.

An amused chuckle is heard, and then you feel his weight shift as he leans forward and then the warm pressure of his lips kissing your forehead. “Wake up for me, sleepy head~”

His words register in your brain, and your eyes spring open in a heartbeat. “Taeyongie?” You ask out loud, hopeful. “Are you home?”

“I’m home.” He smiles down at you.

“I’m not dreaming about you?”

“No,” He giggles, “I’m really home.”

Your heart bursts as you fling yourself to him, throwing your arms around his neck and drawing him down onto the bed with you. “You’re home!!” You cry, “You’re back! Already?! Taeyongie!”

He’s thrilled at the excitement evident in your tone, in the tightness of your hug and the way he can feel your heart pounding as you squeeze him tightly chest to chest. He turns his head and kisses your cheek, and he feels tears greet his lips when he does. He feels like crying, too, but he manages to fight it off, squeezing his eyes shut tight and burying his face in the crook of your neck and hiding in your hair.

“I missed you so much.” You tell him, your voice cracking with emotion. “I didn’t think you’d be home until late tonight?”

“They gave me the day off.” Taeyong explains briefly, “I wanted to surprise you.”

“I thought I was dreaming.” You pull back just enough so you can see his face, “I dream about you almost every night.”

“Really?” He smiles shyly, his cheeks tinting pink. “What do you dream about?”

“It varies,” You tell him briefly. “Sometimes I dream about sleeping with you. That’s sort of what this felt like...like you were just trying to wake me up for breakfast.”

“Are you hungry?” He asks suddenly, and he detaches himself from your vice-like embrace, his hand moving down to smooth over your stomach. “What would you like to eat?”

It was impossible to sway Taeyong from the urge to take care of those he loved most. His heart was far too big and he was far too stubborn, so instead of arguing with him that you wanted to stay in bed and just hold each other for a while, you smiled at him with all the love in the world contained in your eyes and let him rush you off to the kitchen.

Your hair is a mess and you need a shower, but Taeyong tells you as he gathers all the items necessary to make you breakfast that you’ve never looked more beautiful to him. You believe it, too, because of the way he smiles at you when he says it and his eyes scan you head to toe like he’s never seen you look nicer.

Taeyong loves the domestic life. He loves cooking for you and he loves when you’re comfortable and at peace. In the early morning hours like this, you’re the rawest form of yourself that you could be - sleepy, puffy faced, a little bit unkempt, your pj’s wrinkled, and smiling blearily at him as you rub sleep from your eyes. He’s not only incredibly endeared by the whole sight but infatuated. He finds himself wishing he could wake you up like this every morning, that he could always make you breakfast while you sit at the kitchen table yawning and looking the absolutely cuddliest.

It’s been a couple of months since the two of you last saw one another in person. It was an unfortunate draw back to his career but Taeyong never heard you complain about it. You always said that you missed him, that you wished he was home in various texts or video chats, but you were supportive and encouraging and everything he needed. He only hoped he did enough for you in return, and he viewed little things like making you breakfast while you sat in your jammies as the least that he could do.

You were delighted, not only surprised by his early arrival but the fact that breakfast smelled great and the cup of coffee he offered to you was perfectly soothing and delicious.

“Thank you so much, sweetheart.” You cooed to him when he sat down a plate in front of you. It looked as good as it smelled and your belly was rumbling eagerly before you took the first bite. Taeyong sat down next to you with his own plate and for a few minutes, the two of you sat as close as possible, legs touching, and enjoyed your breakfast together.

Taeyong can’t keep his hands off of you though. It starts innocent enough, with his hand casually placed on your thigh as you eat, and his body shifted in his chair so he can talk with you and see your face. But then the hand on your thigh isn’t just laying there, he’s gripping you and releasing you, rubbing and massaging. Then he’s moving it up tighter, like his hand is drawn to the warmth from your core, until you both have abandoned your plates and you’re sat there staring him in the eyes while his fingers brush over the material of your pj’s, right up against your bare pussy underneath.

He was right in the middle of telling you about the last show of the tour, casual as if he didn’t even really notice his fidgety hand had moved that high up your inner thigh, “-when the battery pack fell out of my pocket, I really thought I broke...” He stopped abruptly, his eyes looking down when his fingers made contact with your core, and then he looked back up at your face again. “You’re not wearing any panties?”

You giggled at him, shaking your head softly, “Nope.”

Taeyong licks his lips, his mouth suddenly dry, and he turns a little more fully in his chair, dragging it across the floor briefly, reaching for you with his other hand now, too. “Come here..” He mumbles under his breath.

“Where?” You can’t help but giggle, because he’s cute when his eyes glaze over like this and you can just feel how badly he wants you.

“On my lap.” He mutters, and he’s pawing at you now to get you out of your chair and drag you over onto his lap.

You squirm a little, finding a comfortable position but Taeyong is already pushing his hand down the front of your pj’s in search of your bare heat. “Oh..” You sigh when he brushes gently over your skin, and you feel hyper sensitive.

It’s been far too long since you were touched like this. For too long you’ve been relying on the sound of this voice and the occasional pictures or videos he sends you. The touch of his hand feels like lightening is jolting through you where your skin meets and you gasp when he taps against your clit, your hips pulling back, jerking away from him.

“What’s wrong?” He pouts, arms winding around you and his hand rubbing you gently again through your pj’s, as if to warm you up to his touch. “Don’t you like it?”

“I’m so sensitive.” You tell him in response, “It’s been so long, Tae..”

“Oh,” He sighs a little, nuzzling his head into you affectionately before he lifts his eyes to meet yours once more, “I haven’t even kissed you properly yet, either, have I?”

You smile, shaking your head ‘no’.

“I’m sorry. I missed you too much this time...I’m out of sorts. I just want you.”

You giggle, cupping his face and drawing his lips to yours, where you kiss him very gently just once and pull back again, “I want you, too, sweetie. I missed you, too. I missed your hands, and your kisses.” You kiss him again, letting it linger this time, “Let’s go back to bed.”

Taeyong let you stand up but he gripped you by the hand and tugged you down again to kiss him before he stood. He wanted to dip his tongue past his lips and taste you as soon as possible. He had every intention of standing up and following you, but he only managed to get up out of his chair and walk you backwards across the kitchen, lost in the way your tongues tangled and the softness of your lips. Your lower back nudged into the counter and you smiled, looping your arms around Taeyong’s neck and luxuriating in the feel of him pressed against you and kissing the breath right out of your lungs.

You hum when his kisses trail over your jaw, and try to remind him of your original course of actions. “Taeyongie...let’s go back to bed.”

He nods against you, but his hands smooth up your back under your shirt, and then around your ribs and his hands grip around your bare breasts, lifting them through the shirt, his mouth peppering kisses over what skin he could reach under the neckline of your pajama top.

You’re breathing heavier now but it only spurs him on, and he’s pushing your top out of the way entirely, tossing it to the floor as his hungry mouth covers the top of your right breast, sucking on the skin and leaving a pretty red spot with his teeth. Taeyong was prepared to help you move onto the counter and to strip you naked and have you for breakfast when you tangle your hands in his hair and tug him away from your breasts, pressing a kiss to his lips and pulling away before he could deepen it any further.

“Slow down, baby.” You tell him with a smile, petting his hair away from his forehead, “We have all the time in the world right now.”

Taeyong sighs and buries his head in the crook of your neck as he hugs you. He feels a weight leave his shoulders that he didn’t even realize he had been carrying until you told him that he didn’t have to rush. He didn’t have to work all week. He had time to enjoy you, to thoroughly love you, and the realization that he could slow down and have you any way he wanted you, right now, soothed the frenzied pounding of his heart.

His kisses were sweet and gentle as he moved up from your neck, across your jaw, to your lips, where he murmured against them, “Let’s go back to bed, jagiya.”

The two of you are practically skipping to the bedroom together, and you climb into it on your hands and knees before you flop down onto your back in time to see your boyfriend had the foresight to fling his shirt across the room and his deft fingers undid the button of his jeans. He climbed in over you, kissing his way up your knee, your stomach, up your neck until he presses a kiss to your lips.

This time when he kisses you, it’s slow and deliberate, his arms holding himself up above you and his mouth melding into yours with practiced purpose - your chest blooms with your next breath, like your ribs are expanding up and trying to capture his beating heart above you.

Taeyong takes his time kissing you, thorough and fully as he’s capable of. He wants to get lost in your mouth, to not be able to tell who’s tongue belongs to who as you get tangled up and carried away in one another. It’s a little sloppy, but it’s fully passionate. When he does pull away, it’s to tenderly meet your eyes, his dark gaze full of love and adoration before you share a brief smile and he goes back to it, lips parted and tongue insistent.

You’re so wrapped up in the kiss that you don’t realize Taeyong is working you out of your pajama pants until he’s breaking the kiss to unhook them from each of your ankles before he tosses them in the floor. You sit up in a hurry and pull your top over your head, laying back down naked under him while he shimmies out of his pants and his boxers.

Normally, he would want to kiss you all over but he’s overwhelmed with the need to be inside of you the moment you’re both naked. He lays flush over top of you, nose to nose, heart to heart, and he separates your thighs and lifts your legs to settle on his lower back, squeezing your waist briefly before he thrusts inside. It’s one deep plunge forward, burying himself as deep inside as he can get, and then he stills with a low groan, mouth falling open as he stares down at you, hair falling in his eyes. You reach up and brush it out of the way tenderly, tugging him down so you can kiss his lips again.

It’s been so long since you felt this connection, both physically and romantically, that having him so close after all this time makes it feel better than you remembered. All the lonely nights were suddenly worth it when he groaned at the feel of you as you clenched involuntarily around him, his arms buckling under the weight and his chest falling onto yours. He’s heavy but it’s the kind of weight that makes you feel like he’s keeping you all together, somehow, like the heaviness is suddenly keeping you grounded after months of floating from one moment to the next, never really living in the now.

His lips graze over your ear lobe and he whispers in a husky, almost fully desperate voice, “I love you. I love you so much.” and you want to cry, because you love him so much and there aren’t nearly enough words in any language to explain just how much, so you don’t bother with words.

Instead you hold him, and you kiss him, and you look into his eyes as he starts to move within you and even when you blush, even when having him so close that your bodies have become one, you don’t look away. You know he feels it when he sighs and he bumps his forehead into yours, and he picks up the pace, his hips snapping into yours.

He tells you again that he loves you and you say it back, your voice so breathy and desperate that you barely recognize it as your own. It’s a part of you that Taeyong knows so well, the part of you that claws at his back and whispers his name, your face scrunched up adorably whenever he hits a spot inside of you just right. He angles his hips different and, there, a smile spreads over his handsome face as he watches you lose it.

Taeyong knew that neither of you would last long once he got started. He’s unable to hold on once he feels you cumming around him and he kisses you, groaning into your mouth as he finishes right after you.

“Give me some time,” He tells you, breathing heavily as he slips out of you and falls onto his back next to you. “Let me rest and I’ll make up for the foreplay I just skipped.”

[ldarchive]

all or some of: 10, 18, 19, 20, 25, 28, 30, 35, 36, 39, 40, 41, 42 for the ask meme =) lay all the ari facts on me

ty indigo ilu… shepardposting no limits (HOPEFULLY THE READMORE WORKS?)

10. What kind of friend is Shepard?

the “will give you shit but also go to the ends of the earth” for you type i suppose…he shows his affection thru gentle bullying. he can also be kind of genuinely an overbearing asshole at times, but he gets better with it; it takes him a while to, uh, adjust to having “friends” in the first place. he’s a dad friend if your dad is kind of a grumpy punk with a rude and morbid sense of humor

18. Share a headcanon about Shepard and their LI.

[struggling to come up with something i haven’t talked about a million times] uhhhhhh

kaidan wanted to propose with one of his dad’s old rings but he figured out it wouldn’t fit ari’s finger, so (with his mother’s blessing/assurance that his dad would have been more than happy abt it, etc) he had the gold melted down to make a new ring. in my mind it looks smth like this and yes ari totally cried a little

it also took kaidan weeks of near-misses to work up the nerve to propose even tho he Knew ari was gonna say yes, he was just really worried about getting it right. eventually he just did it on their balcony and ari got surprised and dropped his cigarette and kaidan got a cool new engagement burn scar on his arm but it was nice

19. Why did they fall for each other?

ari fell for kaidan bc he’s not just intelligent, but perceptive; he’s a realist who errs toward optimism and making the best of bad situations; he believes people can and should be better; he has a surprisingly understated sense of humor; he can keep up with ari’s teasing; ari asks him if he’s a romantic and he denies it and then gives, like, the most romantic answer in the world. he’s cute.

kaidan fell for ari bc……. he has big arm. ok but uh i think it’s because he’s, pretty practical and matter of fact and doesn’t care all that much about the social trappings that kaidan continually tortures himself with… he makes kaidan feel Seen and Understood but doesn’t make a big dramatic deal out of everything kaidan tells him, he just treats him… like a person. for someone who’s been living with & defining themselves by their issues for as long as kaidan has, it’s pretty incredible to find someone who just makes him feel like a human being again

20. What are their common interests or hobbies?

a lot of their relationship is like, meeting each other in the middle haha, but there are some things they both enjoy a lot with no caveats:

- cooking! kaidan’s a foodie and it becomes ari’s therapy hobby after me3, so it’s smth they enjoy doing together a lot. they try to do it more often if possible, but their general friday night tradition is to come home, crack open a couple beers, and cook a big meal together

- they are both outdoorsy Adventure Dads… it takes a while before ari can handle more than a walk around the park but eventually he and kaidan can go hiking again and they both rly love it. i imagine theyd be into stuff like camping, swimming, kayaking, etc too dfjnfg

25. Is there something they fight about?

well, everyone gets into arguments occasionally, but i don’t really think they fight all that often… not that they agree on everything all the time, but they’ve both gotten pretty good at talking things out and also deciding whether or not something is even worth arguing about in the first place. when you are dating someone during the apocalypse and don’t have to any time to waste those are both pretty valuable skills haha [i think the most they ever fought in their relationship was post-me3, when ari got out of the hospital and they’d both started to ‘settle in’ to their new lives but it was a bumpy adjustment and they were both going thru a lot of trauma and stress and bottling it up etc. it wasnt a great time but they worked thru it]

28. What would they like to change about the other?

it’s a double-edged sword, bc it’s part of what attracts kaidan to him as well, but sometimes kaidan really wishes ari had more a self-preservation instinct!! sometimes his tendency to charge headfirst into trouble is sexy, sometimes kaidan is tired and sad and it just gets really old

ari wishes kaidan would loosen up a little although, again, the straight-laced military thing (unfortunately) kinda does it for him. he would also take away kaidans chronic pain if he could

30. When did they realise they fell in love?

fr kaidan it was shortly after virmire and it absolutely scared the shit out of him ahaha

ari is dumb so he didn’t really realize until after horizon, which was probably a bad way to figure that out,35. Is there anything they dislike about the other?

ari appreciates how thoughtful kaidan is but sometimes it’s like… a bit… much lmao, he’s not as navel gaze-y as kaidan is so sometimes the process of having to talk everything out gets tiring. for kaidan it’s kind of the opposite, he sometimes perceives ari’s lack of forethought as a lack of care, which isn’t really true, he just works differently

on a much pettier level, ari gets annoyed that kaidan wants to sleep in all the time and kaidan gets annoyed that ari drowns all his food in hot sauce. hello, i worked hard on that steak36. What are their best memories together?

advtykefd cheesy but i like to think they got to take a little bit of leave after me1 so… they rented a log cabin somewhere (not sure if they went back to earth or just a colony planet somewhere?), turned off non-emergency comms on their omnitools and just chilled for a bit… went hiking, had drinks at the tiny bar in the closest small town, holed up in the cabin all day and had sex lmao it was probably the most peaceful week of aris entire life and it left a big impression on him

ofc later there’s stuff like their wedding day, their son’s birth, adopting their daughter etc. kaidan would probably even say, with the emotional distance provided by time, that horizon counts cuz even tho it sucked at the time nothing could have been better than realizing ari was alive

40. Is there someone in the squad of ME/ME2/ME3 Shepard dislikes? Why?

MIRANDA LOL… they just. do not see to eye or get along at all. i find their relationship very entertaining for this reason bc the dynamic of commander & XO who are both trying to be professional but do not respect e/o even the tiniest bit is so funny. theres a convo w her in me2 (i think it might be the one where you can initiate her romance?) where if you choose the renegade dialogue is hilarious to me… miranda makes some snide, passive aggressive comment about shepard based on their background (it’s like “it’s amazing how you’ve managed to succeed despite being _____” lmao) and then shepard is like “OH i get it, you’re jealous bc i’ve been more successful than you and TIM likes me more even tho i’m a big piece of shit idiot?” i love it it’s so funny. they both suck. eventually they do build some kind of mutual respect btwn them but theyre still… not exactly friends. i think in me3 ari was like “damn i hope miranda’s ok” and then when he actually met her again remembered why he used to be so pissed at her all the time lmao. (after me3 tho she saves his life Again and they probably have a lot of time in the hospital to just talk so maybe they do become genuine friends)

41. Are there any important relationships in Shepard’s past that defined their character? /42. Is there someone who had a great influence on Shepard?

just gonna try to combine these i guess,

- his parents, although he only got an unfortunate short time with them, he takes after both of them a lot, and the things his parents imparted on him stuck with him, but especially as he gets older he’s also really aware of the mistakes they made

-the reds, in general. not a really positive influence lmao but. they were his home for years & he learned how the world works through them, for better or worse… it’s why he’s a bit of a cynic, although later he is able to characterize it more as “this shit sucks But we can make it better” rather than just “this shit sucks”

- anderson was the first person ari ever felt saw him as a human being, and it was… a slow-going thing to learn to trust him ahah, but wanting to be worthy of anderson’s approval shaped a lot of his career decisions