#i keep upgrading and collecting and ugh

[calebxia]

i can’t beat this fucking battle please i need to see caleb immediately 😭

[fligniuz]

Idk why but all I can think about is how lu is probably the type of bf who’d be so in love and obsessed with his girlfriend. Like he’d be the type of bf who is very supportive of what his girlfriend does. You wanna start working out? He’s going with you to your gym sessions and Pilates classes so you’re not on the journey alone, you wanna start eating healthy? He’s looking up healthier recipes to cook for you both. You speak another language? Mans is already on Duolingo as we speak learning as much as he can! I also saw a tiktok recently of a bf cooking his gf steak when she’s on her period so she can get iron and that screamed ‘lu’ to me lmao

i just wrote this whole thing out and thought it posted but it didn’t UGH whatever let’s try again

YES NONNIE!!! luigi is the definition of active boyfriend!

he loves to get involved in all your hobbies and activities. you like biking? luigi will be doing research for a whole fucking week narrowing down the best brand, seat size, and tires for the kinds of rides you like to go on. def will surprise you with a little bow tied on the seat, like in the ice cream pic :-) his sweet smile. and you know he’s got his own bike to go with you every time!

heavy on pilates classes ORRRR we know he did yoga for some time? would absolutely come to yoga with U! you get jealous because all the girls in class stare at him but you KNOW that man is all yours so you’re not too worried. if U like cooking/baking i can see him organizing a digital recipe book for U, adding new things you mention wanting to try whenever he can (and sneaking in his own suggestions, of course☺️). if you’re outdoorsy, he is too!! loves hiking with U!! is the most prepared when it comes to this shit too, since we know he likes the idea of having an efficient one-bag lifestyle. he brings extra water for the both of U, sweat rags (LOL☹️sorry), a change of clothes in case you’re somewhere kinda messy, and absolutely has scoured some perfect walkers with the best tread on them so you’ve got a reliable pair of shoes! everything U need for an adventure with him, he’s got two bags packed and ready to go, and he’s never going to miss out on an opportunity to explore nature with his fav person. he loves seeing new things with U

i can imagine that he’d like to play video games with U!! i like animal crossing and he made his own wordpress post about the og version for the gamecube so i know he likes it too! don’t know if he ever tried new horizons out but he’d like the summery feel of it and the setting of the island. would set up his own house on your island although he never gets around to upgrading it completely and it’s just filled with fish he’s caught (in that post he said his favorite part was fishing!) and waiting to sell to the nooks😭but i think he would use that one website that allows you to make your own pictures into custom designs, and he would have his favorite image of you guys together hanging on the wall!!! would lowkey be the breadwinner in your little animal crossing family. he likes the simpler, more nature-focused aspects like collecting materials, bug catching, and crafting, while U appreciate the creative parts that allow customization and design. he stocks up on bells for U and is always trying to help U complete your catalog! asks shit like “i know you’ve been looking for that one wallpaper and it’s finally in stock at the shop, you want to take some of these bells off of me?” :-) i’ve seen a few fics where U play mario kart together and he always wins which makes me mad because personally i would be whooping that ass AND laughing at him for it but whatever🙄 (the sex after a hard match would be…well i’ll let U imagine it ehehehe)

i’ve got a stomach bug rn so i’ve been thinking a lot about him being your caretaker when you’re sick or just hungover🥺stays in bed with U, keeps fluids in U, reminds U to take meds when needed, ties your hair back when U vomit, just constantly worried about his baby’s health. tries to be very careful about what he says and how he reacts so he doesn’t make you feel embarrassed or bad about being all icky. never forces U to eat if you don’t feel like it because he understands completely, but will gently encourage U to take some bites of a banana or toast, just so you have something in your stomach

“baby i know you’re dehydrated and probably thirsty, you want some water with ice? maybe some juice? i could go get some gatorade, that’ll replace all these electrolytes you’re losing!”

and when U do have a drink he reminds U “little sips, honey, little sips. too much at once will make that nausea worse”

definitely coos at U like “ohhhh my poor baby” or “i’m so sorry” or “it’s okay, mia cara, it’s okay. i’m right here with you, baby. i wish i could take all the pain away from you.”

sorry this got kinda self-indulgent😭i do NOT feel good

[everdazzlingsirens]

Great, thrown into another alternate world- just what I wanted! Yeah. Because that was totally tons of fun the first time, wasn't it? And we're still stuck in these pathetic bodies and have no magic, this is totally gonna be awesome! Wait, but didn't you guys like... totally hate it the first time? And nothing about no magic sounds very awesome and fun to me... I was seriously hoping that portal was gonna take us back home! Don't be such an idiot, Sonata! We're being sarcastic! But I'd still take that last miserable world we got banished to the first time over being sent to another one, even if I had to share it with the stupid Rainbooms. Mmhm, not exactly an upgrade, is it? Unfortunately, it's not quite up to us! But we were able to make it in that world, so I'm certain we can do the same here too. That's not quite going to happen if all we do is sit around and whine, though. Can I at least whine more later? Hey, at least it’s not totally boring! Like, look at all the little guys running around out here! Come on now, focus girls! We don't have all day! So then... First things first: we need to gather information, to figure out how this world works. Once we know the rules and understand the ways of this world, then we can decide our next move. Well so far I've learned that these little guys are suuuper adorable! Yeah, and they probably also bite. Just saying. Maybe you shouldn't touch them before you know what they are. Or do. If you want a face full of claws, be my guest- I'm not stopping you. I agree with Aria, and would also like to point out that that is not helpful information, Sonata. It is helpful to me! And when was the last time something you suggested actually helped us, Sonata? Come on now, we don’t have time for distractions! If we want any chance of success here, we have to work for it! Information and answers don't appear out of thin air, after all. Now, with that said… I’m sure you’re all dying to know who we are! Oh my gosh, well we've totally gotta tell them, right?! You go first, Dagi! Great, we have to introduce ourselves now? Eugh. Fine. Whatever. I’ll go last. Obviously saving the best for last. Hmm, I'm going to pretend you didn't say that! ...Alright, listen up. We’re The Dazzlings. You may know me as Adagio Dazzle- I'm the one who keeps things running, the leader if you will. These other two idiots are my little sisters. We may not know where we are or why we ended up here, but I’m not about to let that stop us. We'll figure this out like we always do. For now, we’ll see what this world has to offer and take it from there, one step at a time.

Yay, my turn! I’m Sonata Dusk, and I’m like, all about finding the fun in everything! Let's see, I like long walks on the beach, eating tasty snacks, and collecting cute things! And this place? Full to the brim with cute things! Iunno about you guys, but I could totally deal with living here.

More like full of weird things. But whatever. I’m Aria Blaze. I’m not here to make friends or tell you my life story and I don't do small talk. Don't bother me, and I'm not gonna bother you- that's the best you're getting from me. Oooh, unless you have tacos! Then you should definitely come bother us! I seriously can’t believe you’re still talking about tacos right now.

Ugh, Sonata, could you please talk about tacos later? Aww, fine, but can we at least try to find something to eat after this? Fine, if it'll make you stop! Yay!!

Anyways, if you’ve got anything useful to offer, feel free to speak up- I'd love to hear about it. While we're not usually the type to rely on others, we do have a lot to figure out here. Still, don’t expect us to trust easily—and we’re not here to make friends, but we’re certainly not going to turn down help.

Just don’t waste our time with any silly nonsense. Or do! but in like- a fun way! Oooh, do you think they have any carnivals here? I love carnivals! Carnivals aren’t exactly at the top of our list right now, Sonata!

That's enough, girls! Ugh, alright, before they start ranting about something else- we'll be around if you need us, or if we need you. See you around- not that we have much of a choice in the matter. [As of.. 4/25 the Dazzlings all now have Pokemon! Their current teams... Adagio - Mystique (Sprigatito) Aria - Jinx (Murkrow) Sonata - Pupcake (Fidough)] [OOC under the cut. Last updated: 4/25/25]

Sorry chat i have a natural instinct to crossover my interests 24/7 and the mlp fixation has gotten it's hands on me for umpteenth time! That's right it's MichelleKyura again!! I couldn't resist making a blog for the Dazzlings i love them SO much it's not even funny. ...And also I just thought it'd be a hilarious idea to make them be suddenly sent to an alternate world not once but twice over lol I don't have too many notes for this blog, but here's what I've got: - While the Dazzlings being sisters isn't canon, I've always headcanoned it, so they will be portrayed as such here.| - This is set sometime not too long after Sunset's Backstage Pass since that was their final show appearance. Obviously also why they're powerless. - They're not villains anymore, and they're just beginning to really learn how to make friends and be good creatures. Sunset Shimmer, of course, is the one who offered them a second chance to begin with, and has been working very closely with them helping them reform, though they're still pretty early on into that process. - Dagi may be going particularly soft for a certain someone that's becoming very special and interesting to her ;) That is to say there will most definitely be yuri <3 - Right now, the plan is most likely take them through Violet's story + Teal Mask and Indigo Disk, and they might go through other games storylines after that, but I'm not fully decided yet on that. - Incase of the event they do go through other games' plotlines, just because the Pokemon timeline is weird as fuck and I don't want to deal with trying to plan around that, I'm just going to say in their universe, events in some games happen later/sooner than they otherwise would depending on where they go when. - Every 100 years for these guys = 1 year for a human. Dagi is 2,700 (27), Aria is 2,250 (~22), and Sonata is 1,800 (18). - Aria curses a lot (come on she would), and they have specific phrases they'll tend to use; like saying 'Oh my seven seas' instead of 'oh my god', and things like that. They are also very bad at hiding that they are not human. I'll update this if I think of anything else that might be useful to have written down here! Posts with Adagio will have the tag #{dagi dazzles}, posts with Aria will have the tag #{blazing banter}, posts with Sonata will have the tag #{sonatas shenanigans}. Posts containing all three will have the tag #{dazzling siren soiree} Answered asks will be tagged #{a dazzling reply}, ask game responses will be tagged #{stunning the stage} and reblogs will all be tagged #{sharing the applause}! Suggestive content is okay but don't be excessive. All kinds of interaction is allowed, all types of mail is on, magic anon is on, ic hate is okay. That should be all for now, please enjoy the stupid idiots as much as I do :)

[tobiasdrake]

Ugh, this week is overwhelming. On the plus side:

As of last night, I now have Mavuika and Furina! Both of whom were characters I was very much interested in pulling for. I'm not necessarily trying to collect all the Archons but these two in particular just seemed so cool. I missed Mavuika's sword, though. Gonna try to get Furina's.

I should note that I know absolutely nothing about them beyond their trailers and stuff. The plot of Genshin Impact goes

Mondstadt

Liyue

Inazuma

Sumeru (I think)

Fontaine

Natlan

And I am in the process of wrapping things up in Liyue. Meanwhile, Furina is the Archon of Fontaine and Mavuika of Natlan. So these are some very important late-game-ass characters I'm gushing about.

Apparently a lot of people hate Mavuika? But I keep seeing the words "Mary Sue" and other such descriptors bandied about so I'm pretty sure it's just the usual weird spite towards women who are awesome.

Furina, meanwhile... I think I've found my character. From what I can tell of her, she's an unapologetic theater kid with loud opinions who might be a bit narcissistic and/or self-involved to the degree that she... might need to go outside the opera house and touch grass. I think her bio implied that she watches legal disputes with the same fangirl fervor as plays?

...which are held in the same concert hall. Is Fontaine a brutal dictatorship?

These are her basic attack combos.

I have never related to a Genshin character this hard oh my god.

(If you're wondering, yes, Mona Lisa is a very potent combo and I'm positive they did that on purpose, the fucks. XD)

And, of course, she wouldn't be complete without her loyal... I do not know if these are her actors? Imaginary best friends? Olaf? All three? Water constructs. Her water constructs of not-yet-clear purpose to my Liyue ass.

I have learned the name of Gentilhomme Usher already. Mademoiselle Crabaletta is also starting to click with me. Still struggling with Surintendante Chevalmarin. There's probably no compelling reason to know them each individually but they're fun and I adore them. ^_^

The one downside to pulling Furina is that I now have to gather materials for her upgrades in a region that I do not know the plot of. When I went to pick Mavuika's flowers I got attacked by a dragon and the characters were like, "They told us back at the village to come here!" and I was like NO THEY DID NOT I AM HERE BECAUSE IT'S THE ONLY PLACE TO GET MAVUIKA'S MATERIALS.

And now here I am in Fontaine trying to avoid accidentally running into story quest cutscenes and shit from chapters down the road from where I am.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS

I'M JUST HERE TO PICK FLOWERS T_T

[gingerlurk]

Lovers' Crest | Epilogue

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: It's the epilogue.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), post season 3, home on Navarro, Reader is described having worn heels, foot rubs, Mandalorian lore nonsense, she flies the Crest, smut: oral sex (f!receiving), face-sitting, cockpit smut ❤️

A/N: Annnnd we're done. Oh my god, thank you. I mean it more every time I type it. I can't believe such lovely folks enjoyed this story and took the time to tell me so. It's watered my crops etc. and motivated me to work on new stuff, which is a joy. So yeah, x.

And with heartfelt thanks to the gif creators. Ya'll the MVPs.

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Some months later...

Your feet are killing you. 

Last night’s mission had gone so smoothly and Din had loved your ensemble so… feverishly, you’d worn those cursed stilettos for the rest of the evening. Walking the bounty in and then strolling over to Greef’s to collect Grogu before searching for some place to eat.

And even later, once you were home, with Din insisting the heels stayed on until he was done taking you apart.

Now, lounging outside the villa door, you’ve got each foot propped on the warm piping in front of you, flexing and pressing the soles into the metal, willing away the soreness.

Grogu wanders back and forth in the little patch of grass out across the yard, hunting a weird bug-like thing. You stare hard at him for a moment, but don’t sense anything off. He doesn’t seem at all nervous about what the day is bringing him, content to just wave his arms and burble into the air.

Your arch-focused ministrations hit a sore spot and you suck in a hiss. Din appears in the doorway. Cocks an eyebrow.

‘You okay?’ he asks.

‘Ugh, feet. Kill,’ you groan. You cross an ankle over your knee to massage at the tender bit of muscle.

He chuckles as he sits across from you, taking up the offending foot and working a large thumb across its underside. The other hand wraps around the top of your toes to flex them back and forth. You hum with appreciation. 

‘You didn’t have to stay in those all night,’ he says, unconvincingly. 

‘Liar,’ you smirk, raise your brows back at him. ‘You loved them.’ 

Din puts his palm flat to your sole and pushes, stretching your ankle and calf. It’s delicious. He leans down to press a kiss to your shin, then takes up the other foot. Begins anew.

‘True, but,’ the hand working your inner arch slides quickly up your leg and gives your thigh a squeeze before returning to its task. It took only a second but you feel breathless. ‘I’d happily have you limit your wear of those things to just our bedroom.’

He lifts your foot and plants it against his chest, leans in so your leg bends back toward you. The hand returns to your thigh and you have to suppress the urge to gasp.

‘Din,’ you whisper, eyes hooded. ‘Kid’s right there.’

He releases your foot but keeps leaning in, rising off the pipe to take you in a kiss. He twists around to drop into the seat next to you, then looks out into the light at his son.

‘Not long now,’ he says with pride, and more than a little sadness.

The ship glides into the empty field behind the house to park a little ways off from the Razor Crest. Din, now fully armoured, and you, now with sensible footwear, follow Grogu. The three of you approach the craft as it settles on its landing axel.

You’re holding back tears, wondering if the dark and stoic statue beside you is doing the same. Grogu isn’t helping, standing in front of you looking so calm and attentive.

He just looks so brave.  

As you think that, the child – the apprentice – turns his head to look over his ear at you. You give him your brightest, most reassuring smile – forcing it to reach every part of your face.

He’ll be fine, you're telling yourself. Every apprentice does this.

The hydraulics of the ship engage and begin to drop the ramp. The way it dwarfs the tiny trainee in waiting batters hard at your resolve to put on a brave face.

The ramp settles and Ari Wren steps down from the ship. She nods to Din, and to you, but focuses her helm on Grogu.

She’s here for him.

Din had explained it to you and you’d just been forced to face facts, no matter how terrifying it sounded to your non-Mandalorian sensibilities.

Every apprentice, after a certain period of training, must join two other students to navigate a set journey from a remote asteroid cluster back to Mandalore itself. The pilgrimage takes several moon turns. When the students arrive, they are celebrated and graduated to a journeyman of sorts. A new status of pedagogy – the next step on their path. 

You and Din will meet Grogu there when it’s time. It’s not that long. You’ll keep yourselves busy. He’ll be fine. They all have to do it. Din had decided Grogu was ready. He’ll be fine.

‘Din Grogu,’ Wren says, all formal and accentuating. ‘You have been tasked by your mentor and father with undertaking the Pilgrimage of the Warrior. Are you ready?’

Grogu doesn’t hesitate. He gives one resolute nod.

That does it. You clap your hands to your mouth to keep back a sob, tears stinging and blurring. You hear Din’s heavy exhale beside you – that same emotional mix of pride and sadness.

‘Very well,’ she says. ‘You may say your goodbyes, then join me and I will take you to the source point to begin your journey.’

As Grogu turns and moves back to you, you do your best to make your buckling knees look like a natural descent to the ground, where you sit cross-legged and open your arms to the child. He hops into your lap and lets you fawn over him, purring in appreciation. 

‘You go trek those stars, kid,’ you say, voice quivering only a little. ‘Show ‘em what your dad taught ya.’

‘Ah!’ he replies, squeezing your hand and sending a wash of warm, affectionate light across your consciousness. You let the love sweep over you and feel your tears drying and heart soaring.

Holding onto him, you stand and turn to his father. Din has removed his helmet and you gingerly swap – cradling the beskar in the crook of an elbow as he takes Grogu in his arms. Feeling the need to give the two of them some privacy, you step away and approach Wren.

‘Hey,’ you say. She nods, greets you by name. You dither about whether to ask, whether you’re overstepping or not honouring the traditions or whatever, but you can’t help yourself. ‘He’ll be okay, right? You’ll look out for him?’

You needn’t have worried.

She replies with a smile in her voice. ‘It is my solemn duty to ensure his safety. The same goes for the other apprentices. They are the future.’

You nod with a relieved sigh, look over your shoulder at father and son murmuring to each other. Grogu has a claw pressed to Din’s chin. The Mandalorian’s eyes are closed tight while a smile plays on his lips.

‘They’re the future,’ you say.

Wren banks and her ship sails over the rocky landscape. Just as it begins its climb to atmo, you give in. Turning to Din, you press yourself into his form. Large arms encircle you and pull you close. You hug his helmet between you and try to let his warm solid presence bring calm.

‘It’s okay,’ he murmurs into your hair. ‘Let it out.’

You’re crying before he finishes the sentence – a quiet, despondent cry that tugs at a grief you’ve felt all too much, not that long ago. 

‘I just—’ you huff on a hard, reluctant sigh. Be open with him. ‘I just know how badly I’m gonna miss him.’

‘Mm, I know. I know. But you’re not alone this time, remember? You have me,’ he says, rubbing your shoulders. He leans into your ear, lips just brushing the delicate shell. ‘And ‘m not going anywhere.’

That drags a full-bodied sob out of you – it’s a battle of emotions. Deep gratitude and an overwhelming love warring away with facing the prospect of time apart from your little green wonder child. With how impossibly lucky you are to have the two of them. 

Din just holds you tight, sways with you a little until you can get your breathing under control. When you release a hefty sigh, he tilts your face up to look at him and swipes the tears from your cheeks with each thumb. You stare into his warm gaze and try to hold your composure. When he leans down to plant a gentle, soft kiss on your lips, you let it wash through you, right down to your feet, where you start to feel a little grounded. 

But still, you just know you’re gonna be a weepy mess for hours, wrangling with a storm of feelings. Din, on the other hand, has a different idea.

‘Ready for another flying lesson?’ he asks.

You sniff, huff out an incredulous sigh. Drop your head to speak into his chest, ‘Just tryin’ t’distract me, aren’t you.’ 

‘Mmhm,’ he murmurs. ‘How ‘bout it? It’ll distract me too.’

That small acknowledgement that he’s feeling it as well piques you. Settles you a bit more. But you’re still upset.

‘S’not gonna work…’ you mumble.

‘Well let’s see okay?’ he says, turning you into his side and starting to walk you back in the direction of the Razor Crest.

Still uncertain, you acquiesce. ‘Okay…’

‘It can’t be done!’ You’re on the verge of yelling. The Crest groans in protest as you tug the control back and climb again, away from the tiny outcropping where you’ve been trying to land it for over an hour.

‘Yes, it can,’ Din tries to assure you. You shoot him an annoyed look. He’s maddeningly calm – a small smile and sparkling eyes telling you he’s enjoying this. He’d pointed out the spot as you’d cruised by. You were dubious to begin with, but now you’re furious. ‘Just bring it in a little sharper.’ 

You bite back the urge to mock his directions and steer the craft over the high ridge, tilt the control’s grips just a touch more to the side for a tighter approach. But the rocky little ledge is coming up too fast, the Crest is going to collide with the overhang, you’re sure of it.

At the last second, you reef it back once more. 

‘Fuck!’ You smack your head into the back of the chair as the ground shrinks away again. You know you’re tilting, each attempt getting sloppier and more rushed as your exasperation grows. Why is Din messing with you like this?

You’d asked Din to continue teaching you to fly. Your brief solo escapades still haunt your dreams as you wonder how you didn’t make a slip and meet your demise is some spectacular crash. You had so much more to learn from him, you’d said.

So why is he messing with you?

‘You can do this,’ he says. 

‘No, that verge is too narrow,’ you insist. ‘It’s gonna fuck the landing gears if I set down there.’

‘It’s not going to—'

‘Are you really going to sacrifice your ship just to make a point?’

‘I’m not sacrificing—’

‘What even is your p--?’

‘Alright, scoot,’ he nudges your shoulder and slides into the pilot chair as you stand. Frustrated, you flop into your passenger seat and watch him even out the boat. His cool demeanor is almost as irritating as him setting you up to fail. He won’t be able to do it either, you’re certain.

Especially, hmmm, especially if you throw him off his game.

‘Din Djarin,’ you announce, with a hostile smirk. ‘If you land it on the first pass… I’ll sit on your face.’

His head whips around and you get a singular second to enjoy his look of shock. But then his features settle into an intense focus and he turns back to the controls, pulling back and maneuvering the ship to an angle with the yaw just slanted into the vertical rise of the ridge. His huge hands on the grips move with a minute precision. He cruises toward the rock-strewn shelf with ease, there is no hesitation at all.

The slant of the boat allows the Crest to clear the overhang and he brings the thrusters over power with gradual intent, slowing it all down so it feels like the ship floats onto the spot. 

At the very last moment, he adds a flourish by giving one quick turn so the ship settles with a perfect view back over toward the distant city and an approaching sunset.

You gawk. All annoyance gone. That was simply stunning.

Smugness cascades off his shoulders. He tips the controls into standby, locks the gears, braces a forearm on a knee and looks back up at you.

‘Think we’re done for the day?’ he asks.

You’ve risen from your chair and are taking little steps back, making to edge out of the cockpit. A playful grin tugs at your mouth.

‘Now Din,’ you start, but in one swift movement he’s out of the flight seat and advancing on you. You laugh and make a break for the door, but there’s no hope. He’s got arms wrapped around your waist before you take a step and you’re hauled into him. Back flush to his front, the beskar armour isn’t the only rock hard thing you feel digging into your flesh.

‘Here?’ you yelp as you’re pulled to the floor.

‘Mmhm,’ he murmurs into your ear, giving it a gentle suck. ‘Right here. Now.’

He lays back on the cool flooring and begins to work at your clothes, yanking the garments of your top half off first and giving your breasts open-mouthed attentions as he urges your pants down. You have to flip off him for a second to kick them free and, the second they clear your ankles, he’s pulling your body back onto him and guiding you up.

He arranges his cloak up around his head and shoulders so your knees are more cushioned, and wraps two strong hands around your thighs to push your already dripping cunt to his face. 

‘Gods, perfect,’ he mutters. ‘So fucking perfect. So good for me.’

Your knees slide on the fabric and you can’t get any purchase on your toes to try to hold yourself up, but he doesn’t seem to care as he urges you to sink down, down.

He starts strong, and stays that way. Tastes and teases and takes. Dragging his tongue through every millimetre of you. Hands wrap right around your legs to open you wider, reach down to spread your slippery folds apart, giving himself all of you.

When you tilt your hips forward to grant him deeper access, your clit grazes his nose and the sensation has you arching and jerking upwards. Like a hot spark making you jump. He lifts his head to follow your movement, never breaking contact and squeezing your thighs again to encourage you to grind down. To rock and ride against him.

Gods, how is he even breathing?

You look down to find him locked onto you, pupils blown out and gaze intent. The sight makes your clit throb and causes a gushing release of juices from within you. His eyes roll back as he tastes it. His tongue delves into you to draw it out, swallowing and moaning.

And that’s fucking it. You plant a hand in his hair and the other behind you on his abs and gasp and whimper as you feel the pleasure intensifying, rising up to meet its peak. It sends you soaring into a symphony of wet bliss, singing from your quivering cunt up through your chest. 

Din plants his feet to prop his knees up behind you. You gratefully collapse back against them, staying completely open and exposed to him. You think dimly about rolling off his face and straddling his hips to give him a show, but you can’t move. And you don’t think he’s going to let you just yet anyway.

So you just close your eyes and revel in the feeling of the light little bites he’s leaving on your inner thighs. He moans softly.

‘Gods, I love you,’ he murmurs against you.

You huff a light laugh. Eyes still closed and head back, ‘You talking to me or just my pussy?’

‘Hah, both, mesh’la,’ he says, licking a delicious path through your soaking folds again. ‘Both.’

‘Ss, hah, hahh. Love, love you t— ah!’ You yelp as he closes his lips around your clit and sucks. 

He doesn’t let up as you buck and cry with abandon – hips jerking of their own volition. It shifts into overstimulation when his tongue sets up a relentless circling on your pulsating bud.

‘Nuh, huh-- too much, too muh!’ You try to make a break, but he’s having none of it, a vice-like grip keeping you in the thrall of a buzzing pleasure that rises again, keeps rising, finds new impossible heights. You’re senseless save for the firebomb in your lower belly about to detonate.  

The scream rips its way out of you and makes itself known to every corner of the cockpit, the rest of the ship, the rocky ridge outside. It makes your own damn ears ring. Or maybe that’s just the blood coursing heavy with your climax. 

Once time and space return to you, you’re a quivering mess. Panting heavy, thinking of all the ways you’re going to get him back for this, when you get the chance. But he’s shifting you gently off him and reaching for your clothes. 

‘Wanna make you cum, Din,’ you whimper. You flop forward to kiss him, tasting yourself with a lick across his lips, his beard, the bridge of his nose. He lets you devour him for a moment but then pulls back.

‘Later, cyar’ika,’ he whispers, pulling your pants across the floor to you. ‘There’s a sunset I want to watch with you, and it will become cold soon.’

In the golden light, you sit together facing out onto the shimmering landscape of home. Mirages form and fade as Navarro’s sun sinks into the horizon. A swirl of breezy air makes its way into the entrance of the Crest.

You do shiver a little in the evening air, but you don’t need to move anywhere. Din shifts and the cloak tightens around you, as do his arms. You never want out of this moment. Neither does he.

The last slivers of daylight are just golden shards piercing the encroaching night, which you’ll spend here – perched on this high outcropping, warm and safe inside the Razor Crest.

You smile. The growing darkness encloses your little patch of light as you and your companion hold onto each other.

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And that’s the story of how Din Djarin caused a seismic shift in his religious doctrine just so he could smooch you, among other things.

So I thought for a long time about how to end things for these two and decided this was a good stopping point. I think, ultimately, it’s for you to decide where they go from here. Whether Reader takes a vow or they go on like this, whether they wed, give Grogu siblings, or stay rowdy bounty hunters for years to come. Or all of the above. Or none of it. It’s all valid. The whole overarching theme here is the importance of choice and agency in life, so it’s only fitting to me that the reader – you! – gets to make those choices and hold that agency. The future is yours.

Just know that they will continue to have adventures and grow together, they’ll raise Grogu (and any other little warriors you may wish to add in), and – if one thing is absolutely certain – they will be happy.

[optimistredsox]

24 July, BOS @ COL, 7-20, loss

I feel I need to upgrade my "fuck that game" and "fuck that series" to "fuck that road trip". What a shambolic shitshow of a game yesterday. I'm glad there's a day off today just so that I can recover from watching the Sox get pulverised by a lesser team. And make so many fucking errors it was like nails on a chalkboard or April 2024. And, like the series before, they should've taken it 2-1, with yesterday being the only, if somewhat stinging, loss. Nick Pivetta, like Kenley Jansen, should just not be allowed to pitch in Denver. Unlike Kenley Jansen, it wouldn't be for Pivetta's heart condition but for the collective heart condition of Red Sox fandom. Pivetta was massacred, unable to get through three innings (he threw a billion pitches in just the first inning - at least that's what it felt like) and it did not get better from there. I was hoping as I was watching that the benches clearing incident would fire the Sox up to come back and lock the game down. That is not what happened. Instead it seemed to serve the Rockies in just piling that shit on. From what I saw that near-brawl (not even a punch thrown...) was due Quantrill being a dick and shooting his mouth off at McGuire. Fuck Quantrill and fuck the Rockies. Don't believe me? Just ask Fremen Captain Jarren Duran who had to be restrained the most - he wears a t-shirt under his jersey that says "fuck 'em" and I'm pretty sure yesterday the "'em" in question was the fucking Rockies. Ugh. Shit happens and if it weren't for the shittier extra inning blown saves nearly had it games since the end of the break I would be fine with that. But we did have those shittier blah blah blahs and meh. Am I bummed? Fuck yes, I am bummed. But I'm not despairing. You know why? Because we have a very special bright side for you all today. Perhaps one of the brightest of all bright sides.

ALEX CORA AND THE SOX AGREED ON A CONTRACT EXTENSION!!!! An extra three years and a whole truckload of money (or half a week of Shohei Ohtani's salary) and we get to keep our manager. I really like and believe in Cora. I think he's great with young players and he's brought together a group that nobody believed in and believed in them. But also I think he's a good dude. And he's a runner. I'm a runner. I am not bilingual and cannot run a major league baseball team, but we do have at least one thing in common. Anyway. I'm delighted the Sox signed this extension because I think Cora is one of the best managers in the league and it would be dumb not to keep him. It also, hopefully, indicates that the front office might be willing to make some other investments... maybe even before the trading deadline.

Raffy Devers hit a bunch, going 3-for-3 in the DH spot to preserve his slightly shaken shoulder. He scored a run too.

Jarren Duran, as well as looking as though he could drive a sandworm through the entirety of the Rockies dugout, hit a dinger AND ANOTHER TRIPLE. He has twelve triples. That's a lot of triples. There are teams without 12 triples between them. He went 3-for-5 with 3 RBIs and scored twice. He also made one of the four Sox errors but triples erase errors. It's the rules.

Ceddane Rafaela got a couple of hits and scored a run.

Dom Smith made an error at first but also was one of only two Sox pitchers not to give up a run. As he is not a pitcher, that gives you a pretty good sense of how the day went.

That shitty road trip is over, we have a day off, we're going to keep kicking the shit out of the Yankees, and we don't have to worry about Cora leaving until 2027.

[magspokemonadventure]

Don't you love when life happens?

It's been a busy last few months. I got home from visiting family, then was dealing with Christmas stuff, and then got super sick for 2.5 weeks (and missed Christmas...) UGH. Then had to do some caretaking for a relative of mine. But I'm home now and can focus back on pokemon!

I have quite a few resolutions this year, but here are my Pokemon resolutions!

I'm borrowing a friend's DS and games so I'm trying to keep myself heavily focused on the Pokemon that I can only get from the DS (and the games that I have for it) so when Pokemon Bank goes down, I have them and so I can return the DS soon! And then I'll have 29 other DS exclusive forms that I'll need to figure out, I might have to resort to POGO and/or traded for most of them. T-T

And my Sword goals are there too because I know that I need to play something besides the DS. So I planned my playthroughs and resets so I can get everything I need before the final reset and filling out that dex!

I'm pretty much done with Scarlet except for 7* raids and shiny hunts! I completed the Indigo Disk Pokedex. I have all my snacks from Snacksworth, a fully upgraded club room, and all the coaches' trades. I even got all the Alcreamie treats and Alcreamies I needed!

My first random shiny of the DLC was an Exeggcute. I was running around during the Milcery outbreaks and it was just hanging out near one! It also took me FOREVER to find a Totodile for the dex and the first one I found? Shiny. It seriously took me another 45-50 minutes to find 3 more non-shiny for the line though, idk why they don't like to spawn in my game. >.<

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY! I passed 50% collected for my combined shiny and non-shiny all forms living dex!

I have 337 more non-shiny forms to collect, and 990 more shinies. And I am well aware that it is definitely going to slow down from here on out. My resolution for the year is to only focus on those 55 pokemon pictured. But if my current save playtime on Omega Ruby is saying anything, it's that I might not even come close to finishing this year. I don't know if it's because I am still getting used to the controls and the DS in general but it is taking me way longer than expected to get these 4 Deoxys. T-T

I'm 6 gyms in, so hopefully I'll get through that first playthough of OR by next weekend... I hope! I need time to shiny hunt too before the ominous "move your pokemon soon" warning comes to life. :(

[rubywithin]

Atelier Frixi 7

(Nina) -Hyah...hyah...hyah- I must become stronger....I can't just rely on Frixi. Almost done with training for the night....(Noire) "You know you don't have to rush to pay back the debt I am quite patient! So stop pushing yourself" (Nina) "Thank you Noire but yesterday I had a reality check! In the training session I tried to land a blow on Sire Darien...and he broke my sword. Then afterwards I was told I was the one who caused the sword to break....when I use my ace technique I leave myself open!". (Noire) "I see so you want to be less reckless, you seemed the type to ignore your own flaws I guess I was wrong". Hehe it was kind of relaxing to have a friendly chat like this...I guess I have always been serious. "Just try not to die so we can keep having these chat's" (Nina) "Why say something like that....I'm not that reckless!". (Noire) "Just don't want you to force Frixelliya to make the ultimate sacrifice....forget it!". Before I could ask anything else she walked off ugh what is her secret....I went back inside!

(Frixi) "Oh hey Nina did you take on more requests today" I nodded and sat down. -Sigh- (Nina) "Hey um Frixi could you make some materials for me?" (Frixi) "Yeah sure I have been able to collect some good materials outside of town!". I took out the recipe book I wanted her to follow...."Um do you want a new sword already...". (Nina) "Frixi in a training session with Sir Darien he did this to the sword Lloyd made. I'm sorry....please can you make this metal with properties that suite my fighting style. And wood that matches with my stance...I know it's a lot but I need a sword that suites me perfectly if I'm going to try and face someone like Darien again!" I hated not saying his title of Sir but he was the one person I wanted to become a rival too now. He was the warrior I always claimed too aspire to be like but I was lying to myself....a fallen hero was my true idol. Darien just happens to be the known strongest swordsmen. I turned back to Frixi and she was always working on the materials! "Frixi thank you...I will pay you back one day!"

As she worked on the materials I took on a few more requests to earn the money to pay the blacksmith to make the sword! I know upgrading my sword won't be enough....(Frixi) "Hey Nina do you know how to get a Cobalt Feather?" (Nina) "I heard some gryphon has feathers like that why?". (Frixi) "I got asked to make a bracelet that has that as the accessory!". (Nina) "I can go try and get one for you once the sword is ready!" I didn't tell Frixi about how ferocious the beast is as this was my chance to pay her back a little. When the sword was ready I set out to go find the beast....I heard one appeared in some nearby ruins. As I arrived it was there -gulp- this was it do or die time...I drew my sword and I could see it notice I was there. I charged right at it but it flew off as I arrived....a winged foe was going to be tough but all I need is one feather. I could see it circling me so I climbed up a nearby stone all, I will let it think it has me cornered. As expected it dove right at me, I jumped into the air and this next strike will decide my fate!

(Nina) "Crescent's Edge....-thud-" (CobalGryphon) "CAAAAW" was this it for me.....". Suddenly I woke up was I still alive? I turned around and saw a pile of feathers in front of me. Hmm I could take a bunch back for Frixi....hmm but what if other people needed them? I took out a chest I had on me and put them inside....if anyone else wants the rest they can help themselves. I was confused at what happened though as that Gryphon could of killed me if it woke up! And there wasn't any blood so I doubt I could of wounded it, I guess I should just be happy I can walk away from this clash! -In the distance- (???) "It looks like she just wanted one feather....but I have seen her hunting other members of your species". (CobalGryphon) "Caw caw" (???) "I will continue to observe this new comer and if need be I sill step in if she goes too far!".

[mbabol]

HOWWOW KNIGHT 3?

ok. ao. ive unlocked most of the map now. and i think im getting into endgame territory. based on the storyline and the op items im getting now.

uh. so i killed that first dreamer. so im just going to stick to the path and keep killing dreamers even though its making me really sad :( i just got to the top of watchers spire and. this one rlly hurt. at least spiders were scary. watchers is in the top of my fav city and theres a little telescope where u can see where she looked thru. and then you see her lying peacefully on the bed which is what freaked me out last time too. and to make matters worse they stuck one of the little scared guys up there to make you really feel like a monster bc its a reminder that some of them dont even want to fight you why are you fighting them? i think i was always destined to be the villain of this story

AND ON THAT NOTE. CONFIRMATION ON ALL THE LITTLE HINTS ABT HOW YOURE NOT EXACTLY THE GOOD GUY HERE. OR AT LEAST YOURE CAUSING A LOT OF PAIN IN THE MEANTIME. UH. DREAM NAIL. SO I GOT A CHARM THAT CHARGES DREAM NAIL FASTER. im like huh. what the hell is that for. all the things i use the dreamnail on are stationary? but im like oh of course! i need it to charge faster if i can use it on normal mobs. so i excitedly equip the charm to go see what cool tech this dream nail does on mobs.

the tech is psychological horror. i can now read everyones thoughts. hooray. so far ive had two results for mobs: 1) horrible pain 2) horrified confusion and immobility. cause. turns out. the coreopsis point. was actually. going to get answered. theyre. the orange eyes and aggressiveness is partially Planned. theyre all asleep. the sleep wasnt just the dreamers. its all the citizens of hollownest. to contain the infection they wove some sort of spell that put all infected in a pseudo slumber that repels anyone from trying to come in. theyre unwitting defenders of outsiders who may venture too deep and unknowingly spread the disease. either intentionally or by accident, theyre the perfect defense. agonized and aggressive because of it they lash out to anyone and keep curious wanderers away.

this was at least part of the sacrifice. i havent dream nailed everyone yet but i know thwts part of it. my next step is to dream nail the unnerving beast in the dusty underground area. the area with the pale king. who is the pale king? i donated at least. there were inscriptions that described a sacrifice. what sacrifice? there were corpses everywhere of bugs wearing robes id never seen before. what did they do? who is the white knight corpse that i cant stir with the dream nail? whats behind the door? they were instrumental to containing the plague. what did they do?

ALSO I BEGAN TO SUSPECT THE ORANGE DUST WASNT JUST INFECTION RUNNING WILD BC THE FIGHT I GOT STUCK ON IN THE SPIRE WAS SUSPICIOUS. THE ROLLY DEFENDERS? THEY WERE BEING SPECIFICALLY REANIMATED BY THE CLOUD OF ORANGE DUST ABOVE TO DEFEND THE DREAMER. THAT WAS SUSPICIOUS. THEY WERE BEING CONTROLLED, POSSESSED. THATS NOT JUST ILLNESS. THATS CONSCIOUSNESS AT PLAY

im feeling so guilty discovering the dream nail :((( even the littlest mobs have thoughts like "hungry....scared.....dark safe..." AND IT MAKES ME SAAAAAAAAD IM SORRYYYYYYY

ALL THE GHOSTIES WHO TRIED TO TELL ME FIGHTING AND GLORY ISNT WORTH IT WERE RIGHTTTTT

oh yeah i unlocked the spirit tomb or whatever a while ago. dope. theres just a bunch of random characters who tell u cool stuff abt themselves and someeeeee world building. dope

im also so op its so funny how i can still die. ive had to upgrade nail twice and i have a zillion masks. im also on the hunt to collect all the charms. i believe. i can do it

UH ALSO WHAT ARE THE SEALS FOR...? am i just supposed to sell these?? i thought i could use them for something eventually

er also idk where im supposed to get the skill i need to get into fog cavern. is it in the sewers ? i cant find it

UGH DREAM NAILING EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE SO SAD. RHE LITTLE MOSS GUYS IN GREENPATH WERE FUCKING DEFENDING THE PATH OF UNN. IM LOSING IT. IM THE BAD GUY

OH MY GOD ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED TWO GHOSTIES I THOUGHT I COHLD TALK TO THEM MORE WITH DREAM NAIL BUT THEY JUST TURNED INTO FUCKING ESSENCE???????

I FELT SOOOO BAAAAAAD I WANTED TO QUIT THE GAMEEEEE MY LITTLE GRAVEYARD BUDDY IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW

ive unlocked some crazy zones also. why the hell was there a zone where i came from beginning of the game. howling wilds was it? howling cliffs? whatever. hey also im suspicious of all the unmapped areas that are high up. am i gonna get a skill to fucking fly straight up. why is the entirety of above dirttown unmapped. whats going on up there.

also i know theres something thats gonna explain what shades are but i wont lie thats not even on my radar rn im not gonna be able to guess it on my own theyre keeping it pretty well under wraps. i know im strange and i know im not the only one. the dreamers that first time kept talking abt how i "returned" and what i "wanted". so. yeah.

also my shade soul is literally an entry in the beastiary. so.

I FORGOR I UNLOCKED NEW MOVES. I NEVER REMEMBER TO USE THEM

i have fucking spin attack. i havent tried it once

uh also i made it to the roof of the world...? there was a pale ore there. snagged rhat

ive got some predictions abt whats gonna happen next. not wven predictions just potential guesses. 1) theres branching endings and im on badroute bc i killed dreamers OH YEAH WHY DID I SUCK THEM UP TOO? EW? WHY DID I EAT THEM. this is a sad ending ill just be sad and rhen immediately boot up for the good ending 2) im not yet on bad ending its not Great that i killed dreamers but it was all a fakeout to say sike ! u needed to break the stasis rhe kingdom was in bc this wasnt a sustainable solution. so the real decision comes later <- WISHFUL THINKING 3) this is the bad ending but also is there gonna be a twist where ghost and the soul are at odds ? no way right. thats too easy. maybe it is tho. hwy am i still gonna try to recapture the infection in myself that sucks 4) who the hell is the final boss. like i know ill fight the vessel but am i gonna have to fight my soul? the king? rhe queen? like what is up with that.

the random tidbits im learning abt npcs with dreamnail are ruining me. did u know map lady used to be a nail warrior like me. i do now. whimper. and shop fly has three kids. whimper

[thegeminisage]

started up zelda to dick around for like an hour & was SHOCKED to find myself on this dragon island. its been so long i literally forgot where i was lol

its difficult to get around here! rain means climbing is hard and i cant make upward gusts from campfires easily :( maybe i need my bike...

man it reminds me so much of the great sky islands...i feel like this must be the second largest collection of islands, actually. but it's been so long since the tutorial and the music is Like That it feels like a ruin of a ruin.......

ugh i ran into the bottom of an island and lost my bike >:(

oh i see! you're not supposed to use a bike but ascend. neat!!

my other issue is. i dont have a single nonmetallic weapon OR bow. so. my twink ass is gonna get fried

and the islands are small so i keep getting ALMOST KNOCKED OFF!!! EXCUSE ME....

snagged a sword! not a very good one though

oh and a BOW thank god

like i have the lightning proof armor i do but it is not at all upgraded so id be taking my life into my hands. no win scenario

well. it's upgraded to like level 2. which is still basically nothing at this point

:D i can see farosh from here!! HEY GIRLLL

i have to put it on to ride this track though lol. the thing im riding is metal!!

wait a sec. i can just wear this lightning proof armor, put on something metal, and STAND NEXT TO the bad guys. this is awesome! zapped his ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh shit this is an eventide shrine lol. fuck my life

they should have shrines with weather i just decided. i wanna zap their asses

NOOOOOOO a shooting star :( i dont WANT to leave but i really can't afford to pass it up :( at least i got a fast travel point i suppose...

ok got it. ugh i have to pick my way back over to where i was now...

oh my god i dove into the eye and CLEARED THE STORM...? THE MUSIC CHANGED........aaaaa ok im taking a break but SO COOL

ok im BACK. this is cool as hell but tbh i miss the storm a little!!

oh!!!!! a door that requires hearts.....

wait this is too serious im going back to get ths shrine real quick

ok got it. im prepared now.

YOOOOOOOOO dude now IM being spoken to by the sage??? SICK!!!!

yet another crystal follows the beam quest lol

i. accidentally. put the fans. on this wing. backwards. and fell. straight down to. the lynels territory

IN THE SPIRIT OF FUN. I DID NOT MAKE MY BIKE. WELL GUESS WHAT I'M DOING NOW. i need. such a speedy exit oh god oh god hes gonna seeee meeee

OKAY i made it out of sight but. this thing im supposed to carry is WAY heavier than a crystal. i carry those all the time and they do make the bike wonky, even more wonky than koroks do, but i can barely get it up off the ground. i even tried the "old" bike build that im more comfortable with and no dice. i fall out of the sky as soon as i get in it. insane.

ok. i made it. jesus fuck. i remember looking for a chasm here marked on my map...i guess im about to find it. AUGH

"we must meet as soon as possible" girl have you not had to wait 10,000 years?

OH WAIT I WAS HERE...THE DUNGEON I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT...THESE LIGHTROOTS HAVE BEEN LIT........thats fuckin crazy

IM GONNA BUILD MINERU A ROBOT BODY...wow just like leverage, i knew it was coming but it's still cool

SAGE OF SPIRIT....................................WAH

wait wait. i thought they took it out of this game bc it wasnt in gerudo desert. WAAAHHHH. it's so dumb and lore breaking but im sentimental

i havent been to the depths in a long time. i forgot that it's like - you see one thing out in the dark. in this instance, poes. and when you get there you see another thing - in this instance, monsters, and behind them, a lightroot. i could make my own little trail forever this way but it would lead me away from the temple and idk if i wanna explore or do the dungeon :/ i hate to leave poes uncollected and lightroots unlit but i also hate to stray so far from ym objective and have to walk ALLLLLL the way back

whatever, dungeon it is

left leg down!!

aaand right arm! building that cart sucked but riding it was awesome

oooh the music's changing...getting a bit creepy.............

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! GLOOM TREES......................

oh god i should check for hands down here right now immediately b4 i take another step

ok im clean. thank fuck

man not for nothing but this robot factory stuff reminds me a little of skyward sword...if only this could make sense and not just in my mind palace lol

its like an escort mission for legs lo. the puzzles in whatever quadrant im in rn are MURDERING me. im just brute forcing my way thru them

WHEEEEEEEE oh my god i get to ride a raft. oh my god worth it

left arm DOWN!!!

oh the music just got a LOT creepier. just for like one section

i remember walking up this big spine last time i was here just for fun. i didn't know if i'd feel like doing it/get the chance later. but now here i am doing it again

last depot...i don't think if there's a boss i want to fight it tonight. i'm bushed lol i have work in the morning

ok. actually. i cant figure the last puzzle out and its making me mad bc im 2sleepy. so im quitting here for the night. something to look forward to.......

[pianocat939]

I have another one, let's say that the turtles S/O got kidnapped and held for ransom by some criminal. The criminal contacts the turtles to discuss price but when the turtles answer they hear s/o just causing havoc in their base and the criminal just begging them to come and pick up their gremlin, usually s/o is a well mannered and quiet individual who just likes to listen to them with a loving smile on their face, typically quiet unless provoked or asked to speak. They only flip the switch when scared or shook up like they were in this situation. Calm and collected to chaos incarnate.

They asker also said: Regarding my last ask I forgot to add once the turtle/s gets there and finds s/o they see that s/o is scared and they just cling to them apologising repeatedly.

Just saying, this is romantic since it's probably easier- not to be weird.

Tw: implied past kidnapping- kinda obv, some anxiety and guilt mentions

Well for one thing they're all going to freak out + be absolutely pissed when you're is kidnapped by a criminal of all people. And of course, they go rescue like you said-

So once they find you and you're clinging to them they're ecstatic. When you're all scared and attaching yourself to them while apologizing they're going to be shushing you and saying it's not your fault (Yes even Donnie bcs he's happy enough to be softie)

Quotes bcs quotes:

(He is crying bcs anxiety) "You're apologizing?! Excuse me but I'm the one here who didn't keep you with me! I-I...I'm sadddd! I was so scared for your life! Don't leave me ever again...please."

"Oh baby...You know I would never blame you for such a disgusting pig like him for kidnapping you! But don't worry, you're safe now, in my arms~" (Fun fact: he is extremely guilty for having you kidnapped)

"Hey. The only thing that matters most is that you're safe. With me protecting you, of course, that is a no-brainer. Now, let's go back to the lair. Clearly, I need to upgrade some security systems."

"MY DIVINITY! Oh I am so, so, so sorry! I'm such a failure of a devotee to you! letting yourself be hurt like that! Ugh...What can I ever do to make up for my unlawful deeds?"

[luminnara]

alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request:  Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches. 

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with. 

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom. 

“Why are we going?” the little girl called. 

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh. 

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there. 

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door. 

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you. 

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh. 

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance. 

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you. 

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

 “Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called. 

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting. 

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to. 

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him. 

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school. 

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall. 

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead. 

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled. 

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said. 

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her. 

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. 

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed. 

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today. 

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair. 

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you. 

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted. 

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi. 

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.  

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead. 

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway. 

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face. 

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku. 

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled. 

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face. 

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there. 

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you. 

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them. 

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said. 

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her. 

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion. 

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat. 

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba. 

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you. 

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek. 

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up. 

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked. 

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked. 

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own. 

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch. 

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder. 

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected. 

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested. 

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously. 

“Not another word.” he growled. 

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his. 

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly. 

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand. 

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked. 

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. 

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said. 

“Yeah!” Mina agreed. 

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions. 

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy. 

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted. 

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up. 

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving. 

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side. 

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled. 

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

[mimi-ya]

reset part II ~ portgas d. ace x reader

3,800 words | she/her, f!body | nsfw

summary: the timer finally resets (soulmate reincarnation)

a/n: @bekky06 !! i had so much fun with this request, bet you weren't expecting it to be in a two parter! and tagging @levistiddies because you asked for it!

masterlist | soulmate event

part 1

“Will someone shut him up already?”

Nami pats your shoulder with a sympathetic smile, “It’s better to just let them go on until they wear themselves out.”

A crash echoes from the living room as Ace tackles Luffy off the couch for the last chicken wing.

You look at Nami with complete and utter despair in your eyes, “How have you put up with this for so long?”

It had only been a few months since you moved in with Nami. Although sometimes it feels like you moved in with her entire friend group.

At any given moment there was at least two or three of her friends in the apartment. But they weren’t all bad. Sanji popping in to bring some new delicious food he had created. Zoro would swing by in the afternoons to nap on the couch and could sleep through just about anything. Robin and Franky would visit occasionally, the later fixing any broken appliance or upgrading them without asking. Usopp and Chopper coming around with new games and movies to lend. And then there was Luffy.

You loved Luffy. Truly, the boy’s energy and devotion weren’t something you could hate. But there was one part of him that drove you truly insane.

His brother.

“Someone talking about me?” Ace sits (read: crashes) into the chair beside you, “You gonna finish that?” He nods at your plate.

You push it towards him, “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.”

The jab goes over Ace’s head who just happily takes a bite, “Don’t know how, Sanji’s cooking is the best!” He pauses before quickly adding, “Don’t tell Thatch I said that.”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t worry, I don’t waste my free time talking about you.”

“Bet that doesn’t stop you from thinkin’ about me.” He waggles his eyebrows, leaning over your shoulder.

“Ugh!” You scoff, jumping from your chair just as Ace tips over in his and sprawls out on the ground, “Disgusting.” You mutter to yourself, pointedly ignoring Nami’s smirk.

Why she thought you had a thing for him was beyond you. Okay, so what if he has a nice bone structure, and what does it even matter if you definitely stole a second glance that time he had to change shirts when Luffy spilled a drink all over him. That doesn’t mean you like him.

He was way too energetic for your tastes, taking up so much space, like he was suffocating you with every smile he’d send your way.

Cleaning up a few plates and cups you head to the kitchen, needing a moment to collect your thoughts. Ace wasn’t too far off base with his comment. Not that he would ever find out about the thoughts that plagued your mind late at night.

“Vivi’s here!” Nami calls, quickly appearing in the kitchen entrance, “You good if I leave for the night?”

“You taking your idiots with you?”

“I can get them out of your hair for a price.” She sings.

“How about at the cost of keeping a roommate?” You shoot back.

Nami presses a friendly kiss to your cheek, “That’s a deal. You sure you don’t want me to leave one of ‘em behind?” She asks with a devious grin.

“Very sure.” You mutter, suddenly finding quite a bit of interest in the plate you’re scrubbing.

“Whatever you say.” Nami teases, heading back, “Alright dumb and dumber! Let’s go!”

You listen as Nami wrangles Luffy and Ace out of the apartment. With Nami heading to Vivi’s for the night, you’re sure you’ll have the apartment until morning. Not that you’ll take advantage of the privacy, probably just clean up a bit and turn on some trashy reality show until you pass out on the couch.

“Hello?” A very specific voice calls out, “(Y/N)! I think I left my phone here!”

You suppress a groan, hoping he’ll find it and get out, but it seems you’ve spoken too soon.

“You need help?”

“Thought you were looking for your phone.” You say, placing a bowl in the drying rack.

Ace slides up beside you, “Doesn’t mean I should leave you with all the cleanup.” He picks up a towel, “Can’t prove I’m boyfriend material if I can’t even dry a plate or two.”

“That’s what the drying rack is for.” You don’t meet his stare, not wanting him to see the flustered look on your face.

“C’mon.” Ace reaches for the plate in your hands, “It’ll go a lot quicker if you let me help.”

“It’s fine, Ace.” You snap, his arm too close to yours to keep your thoughts straight.

But he’s relentless, “I promise I won’t break ‘em!” He reaches as you try to twist away, holding the dish further away.

“Ace!” You try to elbow him, but he easily dodges it and uses the chance to grab for your wrist.

The moment his fingers brush against your skin it’s like all the air has been sucked out of the room. The sound of the ceramic shattering to the floor far in the distance as your eyes glaze over.

.

He had been right behind you. You swear he was right behind you. But there’s a coldness creeping up your spine and you know something is wrong. Twisting backwards, you watch your worst fear turn to reality.

“Ace!” The scream rips from your throat, “Ace, no!”

Your feet move on their own, tripping and stumbling over debris until you’re on your knees behind him. You can’t see his injury, if it wasn’t for the coldness overtaking your heart you might assume he’d be okay.

His mouth is moving, but the ringing in your ears make it impossible to hear what he’s saying. But then blood starts pouring from his mouth and his arms are going limp, putting more and more of his weight on Luffy.

“Ace.” Your voice croaks and his eyes flash to yours. In that moment it’s just the two of you.

“Thank you… for loving me.”

.

A gasp tears from your throat and you feel like your head is being split in two. But you’re back in your kitchen, the faucet running in the background. There’s a broken plate on the floor and Ace is starring at it for the longest time until he finally looks up and meets your wild stare.

“That wasn’t my fault.” He points at the shards on the ground.

Laughter bubbles in your throat because that’s all he can say? The ridiculousness of it nearly knocks you on your ass as you stumble backwards.

“Hey! Careful!” Ace’s grabs your forearms, “You’re gonna cut yourself!”

.

“You can’t keep coming to me with each little problem.” You chide him, carefully wrapping a bandage over the cut, “We have a doctor for a reason.”

“Marco said he was done with my ‘dumbass injuries’.” Ace uses finger quotes, “Plus he doesn’t kiss it better like you do.”

You chose not to comment on his flirtations, instead pulling maybe a little too tightly on the wrapping just to see him wince , “And how did you get this then?”

“Ehh.” Ace shrugs, “There may or may not be a broken cabinet in the kitchen.”

“Couldn’t figure out the combination?” You tease, referring to the locks that had been installed throughout most of the kitchen.

“Ridiculous how they’re trying to starve us.” Ace rants, “We should do something about it.”

You roll your eyes, tapping off the cloth, “Some of us know the code.” You say with a wink, reveling in the look of betrayal that crosses his face.

.

“Let go of me!” You shout, batting his hands and trying to pull away. “Just, just get away from me!”

“(Y/N).” He pleads, his hands still outstretched but giving you your space.

You can’t do this, can’t think straight as your eyes dart around in a panic. You need to get out of here, you need to get away from him. You could barely think straight around him to begin with but this, this, is just making everything worse.

Without another word you sprint to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you, even locking it for good measure before collapsing against side of the tub.

What the fuck? What the fuck was that?

It felt so real. Those emotions, those scenes. Like you had lived them, not just some imagined daydream in your head.

Clambering up, you stand in front of the sink, splashing water onto your face before looking at yourself in the mirror. “Am I going crazy?” You ask yourself, noting the wideness of your eyes “Holy shit, I think I’m going crazy.”

“Hey.” Ace’s voice carries through the door, “You’re not going crazy.”

You’re silent, hoping he’ll go away, praying that he’ll leave you alone so you can just chalk it up to a lack of sleep or maybe something bad that you ate. Yeah, that’s what this is, can’t be anything else, impossible to be anything else.

“(Y/N)? Can we just talk about this?”

The calmness of his voice ticks you off a bit. Like you’re the irrational one for freaking out. You rip open the door, “And what is this?” You gesture between the two of you, “What the actual fuck is even going on?” Almost begging him to explain what neither of you understand.

“I’m not sure.” Ace answers cautiously, as if talking to a startled and wounded animal, “But maybe if we sit down for a minute.” His hand reaches out for yours, intending to take you to the couch and get you a glass of water.

.

“I wouldn’t count yourself out just yet, girlie.”

“What?” You laugh humorlessly, “Am I going to get a new timer or something?” You ask, not that you’d ever want one. Not if it wasn’t with Portgas D. Ace.

The old woman turns to look over the stretch of the island. It’s early in the morning and the sun is just starting to peek over the horizon.

“Just like the days, everything resets eventually.” And then she let’s out a loud cackle, and you’re starting to think she’s must be a little bat shit crazy.

“Keep thinking that shit about me and I won’t help ya.” She whacks you again with her stick, “Now c’mon!” She calls, already steps ahead of you, “We’ve got a lot of work to do!”

.

“Ace.” You whisper, coming back to the present but feeling as if you just lived a whole other life. Every bit and piece finally falling into place.

That woman. That witch. Was she a witch? You’d never know. What did she do to you? What did she do for you?

You can feel tears gathering in your eyes as you reach out to cup his cheek and he immediately nuzzles into your palm, glad to see you’ve calmed down a bit.

“Is it, is it really you? Is it really us?”

“I have no fucking clue.” He murmurs.

“How are you so calm?”

He shrugs, “Not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me.” You give him an unimpressed look, “I’m serious!” Ace protests with a smile, “Haven’t I ever told you about the time Sabo and I bribed a ghost to haunt Luffy?”

A watery laugh bubbles in your throat, “You’re so stupid sometimes.”

“Tell that to Sabo who fell for it.” Ace says smugly, “Easiest twenty bucks I ever made.” He pauses, “You’re okay, right?”

You nod tentatively, because no. You’re not okay, but you’re not not okay, “Sorry I freaked out.”

“Don’t be.” He squeezes your hand with a humorless “You probably had a lot more years of memories to sort through.” And shit was that the wrong thing to say, Ace mentality hits himself. Because then your face is crumpling, and you let out a gut-wrenching sob.

“Ah fuck.” Ace groans, pulling you to his chest, “C’mon. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

All he gets in response are hiccups and babbled whimpers. Collecting you in his arms, Ace brings you to the couch. He tries to settle you with intentions of grabbing a glass of water but your hand shoots out before he can go, dragging you down with him.

.

“When you going to give up this pointless chase?”

Ace throws a toothy grin at Izou, “Isn’t that what being a pirate’s all about?”

Marco scoffs, “Not when it’s this pathetic.”

Ace ignores his crew’s words in favor of watching you on the other end of the ship.

You’re not doing anything extraordinary, just helping rig the sails. But he’s never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life.

You’ve made your stance pretty damn clear, and he can live with that. Even if it’s only getting to hear your laugh one more time, Ace will die a happy man.

.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” You almost beg, curled against his chest as his fingers have been running comforting circles along your shoulder for the better part of an hour, “You’ve barely said anything beside talking me off this ledge.”

“I think I want to kiss you.” Ace answers with a straight face that almost immediately twists up when his words process, “I mean, shit. That isn’t what I meant.”

“Oh.” You’re a little stunned at his forwardness, but then again he never did have a filter, “So you don’t want a kiss?” You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

“(Y/N).” Ace whispers, taking your hand, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you. Both times.”

Your lips wobble, as he looks at you with honest intensity. What you did to deserve to have a second chance at this you may never know.

“So kiss me.”

And you don’t have to tell him twice as Ace captures your lips, his tongue sliding against yours almost instantly. He leans over you, pressing you deeper into the couch.

Your arms circle his shoulders, holding him tight against you while he slots a thigh between your legs. He groans into your mouth when he feels you grind against his leg and it’s all happening so fast that he can barely think straight.

“Wait, wait.” Ace pulls back, and the look on your face is really testing his resolve, “Are you sure about this?”

“Ace.” Your voice is throaty and deep in a way he’s never heard before and will definitely never forget, “I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”

“Okay.” He nods, swallowing thickly, “Right, uhm. Me too.” His eyes dart around the living room, “Did you want to do this here, or?”

His awkwardness warms your heart, and it reminds you just why you loved this man in the first place. “C’mon.” You slap his ass, earning a squeak, “Follow me.”

And then it’s a race to your bedroom while Ace tries to grab you, but you’re more concerned with pulling off articles of clothing so that by the time you get to your bed, you’re dressed in nothing more than your bra and panties.

His kisses trail down your throat while his hands tug at the straps of your bra, uncoordinated hands trying to unclasp the back until you take over.

“Would be easier if I could just burn it off.” Ace grumbles but then going silent when he’s faced with your bare chest. “Fuck.” Ace breathes, his eyes dragging up and down your body before meeting your gaze again, “You’re beautiful.”

You squirm a bit. It felt less embarrassing when he was just starring at your tits.

“Hey.” He cups your cheek, “We don’t have to do this now. I’ve waited a lifetime too, I can wait a little longer.”

“No!” You cry abruptly, “I mean, I want this, I do. I just…” You trail off with a shrug.

He hums in response, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, “I know.” You whine when he pulls back but are rewarded when he tears off his own shirt, making quick work of his belt and shorts too.

You’ve seen him shirtless before, in this life and many times in the one before. But now it’s different when your fingers trace that faint birthmark he’s always had.

“Huh.” Ace looks down at your trembling fingers, “Guess that makes sense.”

But you don’t want to think about that right now. Running your hands further down, they toy at the hem of his briefs, one of your hands slipping in to grasp his hardening cock.

Ace grunts, his fingers tightening on your hip while your hand slowly works him over. “Shit.” He groans, thrusting back into your hand with each twist of your fingers until his hand grabs at your forearm, “That’s enough.” He almost growls and it make you feel powerful to know you almost worked him over with just a few light touches of your hand.

A feral grin stretches across your face when you meanly squeeze, and Ace is quick to escape your hold. Instead slithering down your body to give you a taste of your own medicine.

His lips leaving behind a scorching trail of kisses over your breasts and down your stomach until he mouthing at you through the wet and flimsy piece of fabric that separates his tongue from your cunt.

“Ace.” You whine, fingers twisting into his hair while your thighs try to lock around his head until he holds them down with his hands, “Stop teasing.” You almost sob, feeling his tongue prod at your clit.

He tuts, ignoring your cries in favor of building you up slowly, pulling the most sinful sounds from you with his soft touches while you buck you fruitlessly buck your hips against his face.

It isn’t until you forcefully rip his head away from your core does he understand just how bad you need him. With you heaving chest and darkened eyes.

“Oh shit.” He breathes, quickly climbing back up your body, with gentle hands, “You need me that badly, love?” Kissing your forehead when all you can do is give him a pitiful nod.

“Alright.” He says, finally stripping away the last layer that separates both of you, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” His hand wraps one of your legs around his waist, “I’ll make you feel good.”

“Please.” You nod, relief flooding you when you finally feel his cock at your entrance.

“Tell me you want it.” He groans into your ear, grinding his length through your wet folds, “Tell me you’ve always wanted this.”

“Always!” You babble, “I need you, please.”

He finally pushes in, feeling your tight heat clench around his cock. And you feel like you’re being perfectly split open, like a puzzle that finally fits together.

“So perfect.” He moans once he’s fully seated inside, “Like you were made for me.”

“I was.” You whisper, pulling his face up to look at you, “And you were made for me.”

Neither of you move for moment, just searching each other’s eyes. Still slightly doubting that this is really happening, that you’re both here and you’ve gotten it right this time.

Your mouth drops with a gasp when he thrusts slightly, pulling back and pushing in again just to see you make that face again.

And then you’re off. Both of you rolling your hips perfectly in sync with one another as you swallow up each other’s whimpers and moans. Your hands digging into his shoulders while his guide your hips until one of them sneaks between your flushed bodies to circle at the little nub of pleasure that has you seeing stars.

“Ah!” You squeak, “Ace, Ace.” Your voice chants, “I’m think, I think I’m gonna-”

“Do it.” He says, picking up speed with his thrusts and his fingers, “I’m right behind ya, just. Please, cum for me.”

With that final desperate plea from Ace you feel yourself tip over the edge, falling into an abyss of pleasure that Ace soon joins you in.

He always burned you in your last life. With touches and stolen glances and words. And it’s apparently no different this time around because you feel a warm fire flickering inside you when he fills you, coaxing out every heated drop of pleasure he can get and then still demanding more.

“I love you.” He groans into your ear, teeth sinking into your neck as he tappers out his final few thrusts, “I love you so fucking much.”

“Mhmm!” You cry as he collapses onto your chest, rolling you over with a groan so he’s not crushing you. You bury your face into the crook of his neck while he presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, Ace. Always.”

Only the sound of harsh breathing fills the room, minutes passing like seconds while Ace’s fingers dragging up and down your back.

“Why didn’t we ever do that sooner?” You ask breathlessly, mumbled into his shoulder.

“You’re the one who told me to buzz off.” Ace grumbles, “Even Pops told me it was a little sad the way I trailed after you.”

You feel your stomach tighten, reminding you of the reason whyyou kept him at such a distance.

“Hey.” Ace whispers, a gentle hand cupping your cheek and guiding you to look at him, “I wouldn’t have changed anything about last time.”

“I would have changed everything.” You whisper, tightly gripping his hand, “I would have told you how much I loved you. I would have tried harder to stop you. I would-”

“Shh.” Ace presses a finger to your mouth, “You didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, I should have listened to you.” You start to shake your head, but Ace stops you, “Let’s not even think about it, let’s just use this life instead, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod softly, nuzzling against his palm. You feel your eyes drooping, the warmth of his hold and fullness of him still seated inside you lulling you to sleep.

Just as your eyes slide shut, a loud ring pierces through the silence.

“Fuck, shit, fuck.” Ace grumbles, trying to reach for his shorts on the edge of the bed with out jostling you too much. He finally grabs his phone and is able to turn it off, regaining the silence in the room. And he thinks he got away with it until-

“Thought you said you lost that here?” Your voice is smug while Ace tries to sputter some excuse, not knowing it was in his pocket, swearing he thought he left it on the couch, must have magically returned to him

You smile, tightening your arms around his neck. You hope your life will be filled with moments like this, stupid and pointless but worth every second until they run out.

[five-rivers]

While You Still Can

For Ectober Day 2: Scream

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Warnings: Accidental self-injury, repeated injury, minor blood, muteness.

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The first time Danny got laryngitis was the day after returning from the bad future. He’d been a bit of a baby about it, too, because not being able to communicate effectively while already feeling like garbage and being depressed wasn’t great. Jazz had been very understanding about it all.

He got it again the next time he used the Ghostly Wail, and resigned himself to the inconvenient side effect. The Wail was sort of a last resort power to begin with, since it drained so much of his energy and left him vulnerable. He hoped that with time and practice it would get better.

He hoped in vain.

The day after Tucker's resignation from the student body presidential race, Danny, Sam, and Tucker splayed, exhausted and still slightly sandy, in Sam's basement. They'd settled on watching a nature documentary at some point, although none of them were really paying attention to it.

Tucker sighed heavily and readjusted himself so that his legs hung over the arm of the loveseat he’d commandeered. “So, I’m tied with Danny for most frequently possessed,” said Tucker.

“Seems like it,” said Sam, lazily twitching her foot to kick Tucker’s. “Unless mind control doesn’t count as being possessed.”

“Ugh. I hate this. Do you think we should try to practice throwing off overshadowing again? I hate that, too.”

“Dunno. Danny, do you think that would do any good?”

Danny, because he had the attention span of a caffeinated squirrel, tried to answer verbally. This was painful and did not work well.

The sound from the documentary briefly dissolved into something that wasn’t quite static. All three teens sat up, straight and wary of any ghostly intruders.

Danny’s ghost sense did not go off. Danny, who hadn’t been looking forward to how his ghost sense would feel against his abused throat, sighed in relief.

“Wait,” said Sam, “the static- Danny, was that you?”

Danny shrugged. If it was, it wasn’t on purpose.

“Maybe… Can you try to talk again?”

That would hurt. He made a face.

“I know,” said Sam. “But if it was you, don’t you want to know?”

“Could be the start of a new ghost power,” said Tucker, lying back down.

Danny rolled his eyes, but once again tried to speak. Once again, the sound of the documentary cut out, replaced by something else. Something that wasn’t words, but also wasn’t just random noise.

“Weird,” said Tucker. “So. New power, I guess. Do you think you’ll be able to do that without your voice gone?”

Danny shrugged. It wasn’t like these things came with a guidebook. Also, this didn’t seem particularly useful for anything except getting his friends’ attention when he was temporarily mute.

“I wonder if it works on recordings,” mused Tucker. “It’d be useful for making sure no one catches you transforming on film.”

Ah. That was true.

“We’d have to test it,” said Sam.

Danny dropped back onto the floor. He didn’t want to do anything today.

“Later?” suggested Sam. “Maybe once your voice is back?”

Danny gave her a thumbs up.

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Danny’s voice came back the next day, as usual. Trying to mess with audio electronics had no effect, so they sort of forgot about it and ignored it. It wasn’t important.

They didn’t think it was important.

Danny kept using his Ghostly Wail as a trump card. His voice always took a vacation afterwards, but never for too long. Never long enough for Danny to worry. His parents were making noises about bringing Danny to the doctor, maybe a throat specialist. But they were ridiculously easy to distract.

Everything was normal. Everything was fine.

Until Technus came by with a massive upgrade, courtesy of Vlad, Danny suspected, and Danny had to use his wail twice in a row.

He managed to cap the thermos before he doubled over, coughing. Blood speckled the asphalt below him. Which was disturbing for a number of reasons, not least of which being that he was in ghost form, and shouldn’t be bleeding red at all.

He heard a gasp, and twisted in a way that probably would have broken a normal, human spine.

Sam and Tucker were looking at him with a great deal of consternation and worry.

“Dude…” said Tucker, softly.

Danny winced, and his rings flickered.

“Don’t do that now,” said Sam, scoldingly. “Shoot. We need to get you to Frostbite or something. That’s- Oh my gosh. Frick.”

Danny grimaced. They’d seen him more beaten up, but this amount of blood from the mouth probably was a more disturbing image than bruises and random cuts.

His rings flickered again.

Tucker swallowed hard. “We’ve gotta… Um. Somewhere to transform. Yeah.”

“Alley,” said Sam, pushing.

Danny let go of his transformation as soon as he was out of sight, and leaned against Tucker. He was so incredibly tired. He coughed, lightly, and more blood dribbled from his mouth.

“Oh, gross,” complained Tucker. “Are you, ah, jeeze, you’re not okay.”

No joke.

“Frostbite,” said Sam. “Danny, you up to- What am I saying, of course you’re not. Tucker, you’re going to have to drive.”

“Uh,” started Tucker.

“Since I’m going to be dealing with first aid stuff.”

“Oh. Okay, yeah, I can drive.”

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Danny wheezed as Tucker made another wrong turn and almost plowed them into a half-melted wall. Sure, the Speeder could phase through just about anything here, but that ‘just about’ was a significant concern.

Plus, going too far that way would put a lot of extra time on their journey. Like. A lot. Some kind of fourth spacial dimension nonsense.

“Sorry!” said Tucker. “Did your parents update the controls or something?”

They had, but Danny couldn’t exactly explain how at the moment. He shrugged.

Eventually, they did arrive at the Far Frozen. The yetis took one look at Danny’s pale face and the blood dripping down his chin and rushed him away to their hospital. Frostbite arrived, and the next hour or so was a whirlwind of tests and scans, particularly of his neck and throat.

They… looked worried. Which made Danny worried.

They gave him good painkillers, though, and lying on the ice bed did wonders for his tension.

Frostbite came back. “Great One,” said Frostbite. He settled himself, fur shifting. “Your Wail is an amazing power. From our scans of your core, it looks like you are also going to develop other vocal powers.” He paused. The silence stretched long and deep. Normally, Danny would have tried to fill it. “But,” said Frostbite, finally, “those powers are not compatible with your human vocal cords. Using them damages your human vocal cords.”

Danny nodded.

“Your ghost half will replace them,” said Frostbite, “but they… they would not be at all the same.”

Danny tilted his head.

“You are probably confused, because you speak in your ghost form, but the structures are very different. You… You would be unlikely to be able to communicate in a way humans would understand, without significant practice. Not while you were in your human form.”

That… didn’t make sense. He communicated with people now. Frostbite and the other ghosts communicated just fine.

“It’s just the type of ghost you are,” said Frostbite. “You are… powerful, Great One, bound to a powerful and painful path. I am sorry for that.”

There was something so pained and apologetic in Frostbite’s tone that Danny started shaking his head. He hardly knew what he was saying, and he still couldn’t help but reject it.

“I am sorry, Great One,” said Frostbite, “but if you keep using your Ghostly Wail, your human half will become mute.”

Frostbite knew, then, just like Danny knew. Danny wouldn’t be able to stop using his wail. Not while people were in danger. He couldn’t abandon people he could save.

Tears collected in the corners of his eyes.

It made him want to scream.

(While he still could.)

[chaoticrobotics]

To everyone: what is the weirdest thing you have found or encountered after hours in the Plex?

Sun: Oh goodness... there was a POTATO that one of the kids brought in and hid in one of the corners under a play mat. This kid, for WEEKS would go over there and sit down with a book and blanket so I wouldn't see the water bottle they had to give to the potato a drink. The only reason I found it was because I went over there one time to clean and saw a puddle and lump... I seriously thought the kid left a different 'surprise' for me *sigh* It had quite a bite of roots but also some mold from being under the mat... that kid was not happy when they came back and their potato was gone....

Moon: "I found a skeleton."

Sun: What!? No you didn't! WHY would there be a skeleton here in the Pizzaplex???

Moon: "It was in the kitchen trash compactor! It was really small too! Still had some chicken on it! >:)"

Sun: Ugh... You're jokes are really bad. And not in a funny bad.

Moon: "Whatever. Anyway, I've seen plenty of weird stuff while doing my rounds. Nothing really comes to mind though... At least, none that I want to explain..."

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Freddy: I think the weirdest at the time was a few days after we were upgraded to be able to eat. Seeing Chica rip apart a bag of garbage and devour almost the whole thing was something Bonnie and I talked a lot about afterwards. It is a lot less weird now, but the first time it happened was quite a shock.

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Monty: There's this weird "Off Limits" sign that is over in Kid's Cove. I think it's some of the unfinished remodeling of the rest of Kid's Cove when Monty Golf was built. I don't know, it's weird though.

I'm too big to go in there. Moon crawled down there once and got super freaked out and swore to never go in there again. No one else wants to help me figure out what's in it so it's just gonna stay a weird hole to me I guess.

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Roxy: Not really after hours, but like... Whenever I see an old picture of Foxy it... it's weird. Okay, I don't really like it. Sometimes when I'm taking a shortcut to get to a kid's party or whatever I pass by one of his pictures and it just makes me feel... bad? *sigh* Why keep those things around if he's gone? Why do I need to be reminded of him! I never even met him! AND YET I AM STUCK LIVING IN HIS STUPID SHADOW AS IF I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH AS I AM! I AM BETTER THAN THAT CRAPPY PIRATE!

... *sniff*

Sorry... just... ignore what I said. The weirdest thing I've ever seen was uh... was Sun popping out of the slide for the first time. There, that's it. That's my answer...

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Chica: What's not weird? Hahaha! I mean, if you think about it, aren't we all super weird in our own way? There's ton of weird things! Sun and Moon being able to twist their body like a pretzel, Monty having made a deep hole in one of his ballpits in Monty Golf to hide things in, Freddy's whole tie collection having some of the funniest patterns to them, and Roxy secretly bringing me some Monty Mystery Mix hidden in her hair. It's all weird! It's all fun! That's the best part about this place!

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DJMM: Hmmm... weird huh? Well, it wasn't me encountering it much, but one of the first times I met Moon was when it was trying to steal an arcade machine. I thought he was an intruder and grabbed them immediately only for them to freak out and beg not to be scrapped. That made me loosen my grip as, I thought at the time, I probably just scared a maintenance bot trying to fix an arcade machine.

Well, Moon explained that he needed the arcade cabinet and I just helped them as far as I can. He never really explained what was so important about that game, but I assume it was one of her favorites in the old Daycare she told me about and so they put it in or close to the Daycare so that they can play it often. Which, is kind of a bummer for me... I'd love to sit by Moon as he plays a game and just rambles about what it's playing...

[ginwhitlock]

jasper owns a motorcycle??? can you do more about jasper?(only if you want to) his hobbies, what he likes and dislikes, his personality, his thoughts and feelings. I forgot to mention i just return back into the twilight fandom and Your blog has allowed me to explore more about my favorite character(jasper) and twilight😊

Yes he does. It was Edwards canonically, he had bought it to ride with Bella but never did and gave it to Jasper. I always thought he would be one to have it way before Edward but I guess not.

I think it can be hard to pin down his hobbies since absolutely no canon evidence exists that he does anything but prowl forests and try not to kill people (ugh). But I have a few I think he does

I think he draws. Not paints— like esme does. I think he sketches. Charcoal, graphite, no color. He doesn’t have any heat in his fingers to truly blend the medium so he’ll bring in maybe an oil pastel some days. I think he draws… everything. The way Rosalies hair falls almost unnaturally in her face everytime she’s trying to focus. The curve of Bella’s back as she reads from one of his novels. The leaf of a maple hidden in the back stones of one of the cullen gardens.

He journals too but that’s less of a hobby and more about not letting himself forget. The vampiric memory remembers everything but. The mind is tricky. The world is tricky. He wants to remember feelings and plans and old clues.

I think he takes photos casually, not nearly enough to upgrade from anything other than a handheld he picked up in the 70s, Polaroids lining a drawer in his desk. In my world these pictures of almost all of Bella, the jut of her collarbone, the the spacing between her toes as she dips them into a lake. Once of her being pushed into said lake by a very stupid Emmett. In canon I’m sure they’re of Alice, but. I don’t like to think about it.

Of course he reads but that’s not much of a hobby either, he’d say. He collects books mostly. First editions and covers he new when he was a boy. He created a library in every cullen home. In my mind Bella keeps him company down there. But again. My mind only.

I think he’s a diorama man. He makes miniatures of the houses they’ve lived in and things involved in the battles he’s fault. Another memory tactic. Another way to punish himself just a little. I think he collects antiques. And guns. And pens. I think he’s a bit of a hoarder but he never takes it with him— the stuff that doesn’t matter. He travels light. Always