#idk why they made it sparkly in the first place

[callme-holly]

Hey queen 🤗 not sure if you’re still taking requests but if you are I was wondering if u would do a Dallas x reader where the reader is still kinda childish and cutesy or not super mature compared to the greasers who all grew up too fast. Like she just acts her age and still love her childhood stuff and is totally opposite of Dallas who is tough and acts older than he is and had to mature faster than he should’ve. Idk I think it’d be cute to see Dallas with someone who brings out the softer side of him😯😯😯

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 - 𝐃.𝐖

||۶ৎ back to regular fics now until my next series!! tysm for the request I love this concept sm <3

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You didn’t belong on Buck Merrill’s couch.

It’s not that you weren’t welcome; Buck liked you just fine, but you looked so out of place that it was almost comical. Surrounded by a bunch of pool-hustling greasers, the stench of beer hanging in the air like oxygen, and in the middle of it all, you with your little pastel cardigan, sparkly clips and swirly straw in a glass of cherry coke. 

Your legs swung slightly from where they dangled off the edge of the couch, socked feet brushing the mottled carpet in a rhythmic pattern. Your eyes darted about the room, searching for the one person you were here for, and when you finally spotted him by the bar, you lit up like a damn match. 

“Dally!” He turned at that, the sweet honey tone that laced your voice drawing him in like a moth. He stood with a grunt, trudging towards you and bending over the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to your head. 

The difference between you two was stark. Him, all leather and smoke. You, glitter, colours, beaded bracelets. You were everything a girl your age should be, not plagued by the expectations of life or forced to grow up too fast. 

“Hi,” he mumbled, gruff and a little hoarse from drink. 

“Hey, Dal.” 

He looks tired; his knuckles are raw and bloody from a fight you don't know the details about. He never gives you names when you ask; he just says that someone had been running their mouth and he’d sorted it. 

You reach up, thumb ghosting over the split on his lips. Your brows furrowed in concern. “Did they deserve it?” 

He gave a dry laugh, taking your wrist and pulling your arm away gently. “Doesn’t matter. They had it comin’. They ain’t gonna hurt you, doll.” 

“It matters to me.” 

Dallas sighed heavily and walked around the couch, coming to sit beside you, leaning back into the cushions. He didn’t breathe a word of protest as you leaned into his side, revelling in the way you melted like honey against him, warm and sweet. 

The difference between the two of you was stark—his leather, your soft cotton, his beer, your coke. The alcohol in hand didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you took it from him with a disapproving pout, almost akin to one a mother would give her child.

“You shouldn’t drink all the time.”

He raised a brow, reaching for the bottle, fingers brushing yours. “You here to babysit me now, sweetheart?” 

Your cheeks flushed at the nickname, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach, flying in various different directions in a way that made you feel giddy. No matter how many times he called you that, you always experienced it as if it were the first time.

“No,” you retorted, voice suddenly soft as cotton. “Just making sure you stay alive.” 

That did something to him; it was rare for him to ever have a girl who actually cared about him. Sure, they showed interest, but only in what he had to give. None of that mattered to you—you just wanted him well and happy, and it took until now for him to realise just how much he needed that. How much he craved to feel wanted. 

“You don’t belong here, kid.” He whispered, leaning in just enough so that his lips brushed yours in a tender kiss. 

A frown marred your features and you tilted your head. “Why not?” 

“Because’ I’m complicated. I’m everything a sweet girl like you shouldn’t be around.” He rested his forehead against your, hand running up and down your thigh lightly. “I’d end up corrupting you or somethin’, baby.” 

The laugh that left you startled him and he watched with raised brows as you took his cigarette and stubbed it out on the coffee table, flicking it away like it was poison in your fingers. “You won’t. I love you, Dally.” 

The look he gave you was like you’d just told him the moon was made of bubblegum and glitter, the habitat of unicorns and other mythical beings. 

“You love me?” He asked incredulously, like no matter how many times you told him, he’d never get over hearing it. Would never truly believe you. 

“Course I do.” You said it like it was simple, like you hadn’t just cracked him open and expected him to deal with this sudden vulnerability. 

“You’re too naive to know what that means.” He whispers, reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. A weak attempt to dodge your admission, to brush you off. 

“No. I know what you mean to me.”

He leaned in then---not with the usual cockiness he usually used with other girls---but something that was the closest to tender affection that Dallas Winston would ever provide. He kissed her again, slow and sensual, the kind of kiss that was only ever severed for the private confines of either of your rooms. Too sacred to give to the public. 

When you pulled back, gasping for air, fingers tangled in his blonde strands, you couldn’t help but smile. He tasted of beer and smoke… Everything you should have hated but found yourself addicted to. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

He didn’t say anything. But the way he kept you pressed to him the rest of the night spoke volumes. 

He valued you more than he’d ever let on. 

||۶ৎ dallas masterlist

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[lynbels]

hiyaaa can i order a prompt 4 with jaehyun of bnd sort of more like how he has cuteness aggression with the other members and maybe also mixed with a number 10 please?? ik this is kind of a mdni blog but can i js take my cute stuff and then i swear ill leave😢🙏

a little bit of love, a little bit of chaos - mjy (m)

#10 Laughing until you’re both crying and out of breath + kissing your forehead + #04 mumbling “You’re my favorite person.” · prompt request list

🎀 genre fluff, humor, friends-to-lovers, slice of life - ‼️ tw chaotic friends, lots of teasing, extreme fluff, forehead kisses, confession, light cursing - ✉️ 1829wc

💌NOO idk why I’m starting to write so much smut but I swear I love writing my cutesy fluff and I totally see myungjae doing this like the way he adores his members is just so UGHH

It all started because of Woonhak.

You’d been friends with him for a while now — the loudest, most chaotic part of your life, the boy who texted you seventeen times a day and dragged you into his endless schemes without even asking. So when he told you he wanted to introduce you to his friends, you didn’t think much of it.

“They’re not normal,” Woonhak warned, grinning like he was proud of it. “You’ll see.”

You didn’t really get it — not until you were standing awkwardly in Leehan’s living room, clutching a soda and feeling about as out of place as a cactus at a water park.

That’s when you met Jaehyun.

He was… sunshine. That was the only way you could describe it. Black hair flopping into his eyes, bright grin that crinkled the corners of his face, voice a little raspy from laughing too much. He bounded over like he’d known you for years, practically tackling Woonhak into a hug mid-sentence before turning to you with a wide, sparkly smile.

“Hi!! You must be Woonhak’s normal friend,” he teased, throwing a pointed look at Woonhak, who immediately tried to punch him in the arm.

Somehow, you found yourself laughing — real, belly-deep laughing — within minutes. Jaehyun had that effect on people. He didn’t just smile; he beamed. He didn’t just laugh; he giggled and clapped and doubled over like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. He had no chill, no filter, and apparently no concept of personal space because five minutes later he was slinging his arm around your shoulders like you’d always been part of their group.

“Isn’t she cute?” Jaehyun declared, squeezing you closer while Woonhak made gagging noises in the background.

“Stop,” you laughed, shoving at him — but he just grinned wider.

Over the next few weeks, it became a regular thing: movie nights at Leehan’s place, late-night convenience store runs with Woonhak and Riwoo, getting dragged into Taesan’s weird pranks (and somehow always losing). Jaehyun was always there, a golden retriever in human form — ruffling your hair, teasing you for everything, poking your cheeks and calling you “squishy” until you smacked his hands away.

He had insane cuteness aggression, especially with the boys. He was constantly hugging Leehan out of nowhere, squishing Riwoo’s cheeks until he whined, flopping across Woonhak’s lap dramatically just because he could. He even tried to kiss Taesan’s cheek once, but Taesan saw it coming and dodged so hard Jaehyun nearly fell over the couch.

“One day,” Jaehyun vowed, shaking his fist. “I will kiss you, Taesan, you can’t run forever!”

“You’re insane,” Taesan deadpanned, but even he was hiding a smile.

It didn’t take long for your friendship with Jaehyun to shift into something… different.

It was little things at first: the way he started lingering a little longer when he hugged you, the way he found reasons to text you late at night (“i saw a duck and thought of u,” “do u think ghosts get scared too”), the way he looked at you when you laughed like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You tried not to overthink it. He was Jaehyun — sweet, touchy, impossible Jaehyun. He was like this with everyone… right?

But then there was the night you stayed over after movie night, curled up in a blanket on the floor because Woonhak had stolen the couch and the others were already snoring around the room.

You were trying not to shiver when a blanket landed on top of you — and Jaehyun sat down right next to you, tucking the edges in carefully like you were something precious.

“I really like you, y/n,” he mumbled suddenly, almost too soft for you to hear.

You turned to look at him — and he kissed your forehead, quick and clumsy, like he couldn’t stop himself.

Your heart absolutely exploded.

The next morning, Woonhak caught you two sneaking glances at each other across the kitchen and immediately groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“This is so gross,” he whined. “I regret everything. I should’ve left you guys strangers.”

“You love us,” Jaehyun teased, tossing a piece of cereal at him.

“I want a refund on life,” Woonhak declared dramatically, dodging it.

Jaehyun just laughed — bright and beautiful — and reached over to squish your cheeks.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he said, and his smile was so warm you almost forgot to breathe.

It got worse after that.

Jaehyun didn’t even try to hide it anymore. If you so much as yawned, he was draping his jacket over your shoulders like a doting grandparent. If you said you were cold, he tugged you into his side without hesitation. He kept sneaking kisses too — on your forehead, your temple, sometimes even your hand like you were royalty — and every single time, you went stiff as a board because everyone was watching.

Especially Woonhak, who looked one second away from throwing himself into the nearest trashcan out of secondhand embarrassment.

“You guys make me sick,” he grumbled one day, watching Jaehyun fix the hood of your jacket for the third time in five minutes. “Like actual stomach pain.”

“You’re just jealous,” Jaehyun chirped, poking Woonhak’s side.

Meanwhile, Riwoo was busy dramatically pretending to puke into a bag, Leehan was shaking his head fondly like an exhausted single parent, Sungho looked vaguely amused (but very much like he was taking mental notes for future teasing), and Taesan just gave Jaehyun a long, unimpressed stare.

“You’re whipped,” Taesan declared, sipping his drink. “Pathetic.”

Jaehyun only grinned, completely unaffected. “Thanks, I know.”

And then — because apparently he didn’t know the meaning of shame — Jaehyun stood up, clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention like a camp counselor about to announce a trust fall, and blurted:

“I’m asking her out.”

Silence.

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed. “Wait, right now?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun said brightly, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Cue absolute chaos.

Riwoo immediately dropped his phone and screamed.

Woonhak threw himself backward onto the couch like he’d been mortally wounded.

Sungho started laughing so hard he almost fell over.

Leehan looked like he wanted to say something but was too busy trying to keep Riwoo from actually collapsing.

Taesan just stood there shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he was associated with any of you.

“THIS IS HAPPENING??” Woonhak shouted from where he was lying dramatically across the couch cushions. “IN FRONT OF ME?? IN MY OWN HOUSE??”

Jaehyun ignored all of them, smiling only at you — bright and sure and a little bit nervous around the edges.

You could barely hear yourself over the chaos, but you said yes anyway — and Jaehyun beamed, grabbing your hands and spinning you around like an overexcited golden retriever.

“Disgusting,” Woonhak muttered loudly, covering his face.

“I’m getting married first,” Jaehyun sing-songed back, hugging you close.

“You’re barely adults!” Taesan called after him, but he didn’t sound all that convincing.

At that moment — messy and loud and full of too much love — you realized you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Woonhak absolutely lost his mind the first time he caught you and Jaehyun kissing.

It wasn’t even that dramatic — just a quick, sweet kiss when you thought no one was looking. You were standing by the kitchen counter, Jaehyun tugging gently at your sleeves like he couldn’t not touch you, and you leaned up to peck him on the lips.

But of course.

Of course Woonhak walked in at that exact moment, holding a bowl of popcorn, and immediately let out a sound so shrill and horrified it made everyone else jump.

“OH MY GOD!” he shrieked, dropping the bowl.

Popcorn exploded everywhere — bouncing off the floor, the counters, even hitting Riwoo in the head as he came running to see what was wrong.

“WHAT WHAT WHAT,” Riwoo shouted, skidding to a stop.

“They’re—” Woonhak pointed accusingly, like he’d just witnessed a crime. “They’re making out in the kitchen!”

“We kissed once!” you protested, laughing helplessly as Jaehyun tried (and failed) to look innocent.

“This is betrayal,” Woonhak moaned dramatically, sinking to his knees in the popcorn. “I introduce you to my friend and now you’re— you’re kissing in my kitchen! Under my roof!”

Jaehyun just pulled you closer, grinning ear-to-ear. “You’ll survive.”

“No, I won’t,” Woonhak said, voice cracking. “I’m gonna wither away.”

Meanwhile, Sungho was laughing so hard he had to hold onto Leehan for support, Taesan was filming the whole thing on his phone with zero shame, and Riwoo just started eating the popcorn off the floor like it was no big deal.

In the middle of it all, Jaehyun bent down, brushed a kiss to your cheek, and murmured — so only you could hear:

“I’m never letting you go.”

And even though Woonhak was still whining dramatically in the background, and Riwoo was throwing popcorn at Taesan, and Sungho and Leehan were trying (and failing) to restore order — you swore you’d never felt happier.

Messy, noisy, chaotic.

But full of love.

Exactly where you were meant to be.

Eventually, after what felt like forever — after Woonhak finished dramatically mourning his “lost innocence,” after Taesan finally stopped filming, after Sungho managed to bribe Riwoo away with promises of bubble tea — the others filtered out, leaving you and Jaehyun blessedly alone in the kitchen.

For a second, it was silent.

You looked at him, he looked at you — and then you both broke into laughter again, breathless and giddy, leaning into each other like you couldn’t help it.

“God, they’re so dramatic,” you wheezed, wiping at your eyes.

Jaehyun grinned, nose scrunching in that way that made your heart do stupid little flips. “You’d think we committed a felony.”

You leaned your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “Maybe we did. Betrayed Woonhak’s trust or something.”

“He’ll live,” Jaehyun said, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing just a little tighter than necessary. His chin bumped the top of your head as he murmured, softer now, “You’re mine now, right?”

Your breath caught a little — because even though he was teasing, there was something real and serious underneath his voice.

You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m yours.”

The way Jaehyun beamed — like you just told him he won the lottery — made your chest ache in the best way.

He leaned down, kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips — slow and sweet and so full of feeling it made your toes curl.

“You’re my favorite person,” he mumbled between kisses, voice getting a little rougher, a little more shy.

You smiled against his mouth. “You’re mine too.”

For a long moment, the world faded out. No loud friends. No flying popcorn. No chaotic screaming. Just Jaehyun, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly right.

prompt request list also eeee first bnd req and Drabble!

[pyonpurin]

College Drummer Bakugo Katsuki

THIS IS A WEIRD BRAIN VOMIT PLEASEEEEE ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

don't expect tew much or i'm gonna cry

drummer katsuki x fashion designer reader

genre fluff

omfg idfc it's a brain vomit FFS

none hero au, just plain plain 'ol college students! katsuki is 21 on his 3rd year of college and reader is a year older fresh graduate, back in the country and is trying to make an independent clothing line!

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Weird prompt that i'll never write so is it really a prompt? anyways, i still need to get it out of my head!

⚠ SUPER DUPER many typos and please do excuse my english it's not my first language lololol ⚠

Okay so, college drummer Bakugo with his band mates (BakuSquad is what we would call duh) always practice at Jiro's garage (let's just imagine that Kyoka's parents are rich as hell because they're like some famous singers or in a band thus why she has her own house even tho she's just a college student yeayeayea!) one day Jiro's old childhood friend (reader) just came back from college somewhere out of the country and crashed at Jiro's place.

Bakugo left his motorcycle keys on the garage couch without noticing until he sat on his motorcycle and (reader) went to him and gave him his keys, introduced herself because they haven't properly introduced each other, told him reader just graduate that's why she's suddenly back in japan blablabla all that jazz, asked each other what they major in and reader proudly tell him that she studied fashion, Katsuki basically said that's dumb (i feel like he would never but this is for the sake of the plot kay) and then reader explain how important fashion is starting from influential campaigns, controversial runways, and how political fashion is and oh suddenly he's hooked by your smartass, i mean he thinks you're pretty of course but he thought you're just some fashion bimbo or something till you pulled up an Elle Woods on him.

Anyways.. reader asked back what he majors in and he majors in music idk what you guys call it i have to search it up, and reader was like oh! duh! he's in a band that makes so much sense! anyways reader gave him her business card, made it herself, colorful and many many cute doodles, the way she smiles, laugh, the way she brings herself up as this cheerful girliepop is so so fun.

Kay he went home wondering about shit, it's not like he never had a girlfriend or anything but this felt different, she was fun to talk to, easy, like it's so natural, but whatever right? he went to sleep, and the next day he goes to class and stuff, and on his way back he's thinking of crashing at Jiro's place to practice his set, texted her that he's coming, he has her keys and stuff (they're that close i suppose!) and just immediately get in, open Jiro's door to see you and Jiro arguing about some sketches reader made of Jiro's outfit that reader volunteered to make for her upcoming performance, Jiro wanted sequins but oh my god the fabric itself will already be sparkly, what? she wants to be a disco ball up there? (it was an all fun and giggle argument tho! and i do believe while Jiro's outfit is kinda plain on the series, i'm a fancy kyoka truther!) and so Bakugo chimes in, and once they agree on something reader rushed and gather her sketches, take her bag, and said she wants to immediately buy the fabrics and stuff! and Bakugo who just arrived weirdly volunteered to take her saying he has to run some errands!

"Thought you were gonna practice your set-"

"Shut it ears. C'mon fashion freak, i don't got all day."

You gave Jiro a look that says "Um what the fuck?!" but oh you be grinning ear to ear, and she gave you a "Tell me how it goes!" look, i mean? riding a hot drummer's motorcycle? SIGN ME UP! aaaaaaaaand that's about it i'm fried lol!

waaaaaaaaaaaait this is so fun to vomit out omgomgogmgmgoggm

songs and shit that inspired this :

Elle Woods (my fav girl), my dream major (fashion), the school festival obvii, Tongue Tied by GROUPLOVE, Lovers by Anna Of The North, EARLY DEBUT TWICE SONGS!, She by TYLER THE FREAKING CREATOR, Still Into You by my goat Paramore, Confident by Justin Bieber, yeaaaaaaaa that's about it i guess! when i wrote this i kinda got reminded of this webtoon called to you who swallowed a star (must read!)

ty for reading this was so fun to write!

[silvermizuki]

So the past week I’ve been workin on a big project and it’s finally done! Mostly

It’s @xitsensunmoon’s beloved bhtf moons cloak and hooooo boy making this was fun but also challenging. First real sewing project I’ve done and it all started with just a convo of “Huh. That looks pretty cozy.. wait.”

I’m going to a Ren faire in October so I’ll see if I can take some better pictures when I wear it then :)c

Imma put a couple progress pictures and some rambling below <3

So funny thing, I had no idea what I was doing while I was making this. I had PLANNED on following a physical pattern, but then I saw it was $20 in the store and was like 💀 hell no.

Ended up trying to follow some videos and did not pay attention to them saying I needed a fabric that’s 60” in width but I’d already bought something that was 43” so I’m sitting there thinkin “guess I’m improvising.”

Blooper on this picture; I accidentally painted the stars on the same side for those two pieces so I ended up needing to repaint one of them lmaO.

I love how the metallic gold turned out!! I was kinda nervous but it shows up so nice and reflects in the light well so I’m happy hehe

Same with the red paint!! Happy with how well it shows up against the black. The bottle kept exploding when I opened it but thankfully the cloak did not get caught in the cross fire, it was just my hands that ended up red and sparkly ✨ idk why but the paint had glitter in it.

Faux fur is so messy btw there’s sooooo much fluff everywhere but it was worth the mess because look at how cozy and warm it looks wahhhh. I sewed one side with a machine but then hand stitched the other to secure it in place.

Gonna touch up a couple things later like hemming the bottom a bit to prevent future fraying and then either adding magnets so it can easily attach to my shoulders orrrr a clasp that looks like two crescent moons. Or both. Both is good.

If you’ve made it this far I’m giving you some cookies of your favorite flavor 🍪

[doodle17]

Helluva Redesigns! Woooooohoooo

I wanna take a sec to ramble about the design choices I made while working on em

SO first is Millie. Idk why but if I looked at her, I wouldn't even know she came from wrath. There's literally NOTHING to say she came from wrath other than the fact that shes.... Idk aggressive sometimes? But that's kind of it. I like the idea of Wrath having a cowboy theme to it, so I decided to, y'know, make her have a more country look! Also covered her in scars because she fights alot. I also changed her personality to be a lot more sweet than she looks, still has fiery attitude though. I decided to make Moxxie have a more greed look. My version of greed imps are covered in various jewels and sparkly stuff, hence all the gold. And since green is the main color for greed, I implemented more green into his design. His personality has a BIG change, and is more like his pilot personality. He isn't a sopping wet woobified nerd, now, he's a hardworker who can't stand his boss, and he doesn't take ANY of his shit. He'd probably quit if he and Millie weren't in a bad place financially.

Heres Mox with and without his glasses

Loonas design is probably the most changed. Whenever someone tells me to think of a hellhound, what comes to my mind is Cerberus, who I also imagine as a Doberman breed. SO I decided that all hell hounds are Doberman! Because loona looks like a fucking devaintart fursona, NOT a hell hound. (This isn't to say Doberman are evil btw! I love Doberman!! I made them Doberman because they're badass 😎) Also, Loona isn't adopted. She's just worked with Blitzo for a while, and him seeing her as a daughter is kind of one sided, but she's not as bitchy about it like she is in canon. She's more relaxed, but still aggressive. Blitzo's design is probably gonna get changed more, because I don't really like this result I ended up with :P anyways, he's still really crude, but he's also a lot more charismatic and sinister. He also doesn't want to have sex with literally every breathing thing, and he's unapologetically an ass. No sad backstory to make uo for all of it, NOPE! He's just a jerk because he wants to be!

Anyways, who would you guys wanna see redesigned next

[smokeygrayrabbits]

Lucy gray and coriolanus really did not understand each other at all. she saw those sparkly blue eyes but didn't read the fine print about his desperation and chronic case of fake bitch disease. I keep seeing people talking about how coriolanus had a one dimensional view as a poor district girl who needed him to save her when they first met, a glittering performer, as a kind and naive girl who couldn't possibly survive the games. and yes she's so much more than that. he only knew her in an incredibly high stress setting where she was facing death and taken completely out of control, but the same could be said for Lucy gray. she met coriolanus in the context of him being her mentor, he was betting his and his whole families survival on her, and he was performing too. they were both using each other and bonded in their desperation. except that unlike coriolanus, Lucy gray didn't know the circumstances of the person she was getting to know. she only knew that coriolanus was a capital student, and that he was trying to help her. she thought he was a one in a million examples of kindness in the capital, which is full of people who were about to send her to her death. she thought he was being kind and generous to her because that's just how he is, she thought that he was rebelling through kindness, hence why she wrote a whole song about him being 'pure as the driven snow'. she didn't know anything about him, and when they reunited in district 12 both of their perceptions of each other were shattered. coriolanus realized that Lucy gray had power of her own and a past that made her just as human and fallible as him. Lucy gray saw what he is capable of, and how he's capable of being just as harsh as the rest of the world, So when she saw him getting his hands dirty for the first time, Saw him sinking to the level of everyone else, destroyed her idea of his period kindness because Lucy Gray never saw him kill that boy in the arena, or blatantly lie to a person's face to save his own skin. but she also never knew about his starving family back home, or the threat of the people who would take any opportunity to see his family fall. she also never saw what a fake bitch he was with sejanus.

idk we just only ever saw things from coriolanus's pov and in a lot of ways he had plenty of reason to be suspicious and secretive but I'm pretty sure he never told her about any of that (at least not in the movie??) so she thought she was saying some sweet innocent rich boy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and trusted him because of his purity and kindness, but when he proved that he wasn't like that it broke her trust and she realized that she didn't actually know him

[g0thl3zz]

The way that they gave the ghostface cape sparkles in the new movie is so cunt. A good deed, if you will

[lynpheasmagix]

so, i had this weird idea, right? so i was wondering, since the characters are literally from different planets in an entirely different dimension, WHAT IF they looked a bit more like aliens because why not?????????????

Faires - The Winx

Fairies have slightly pointed ears (no I regret nothing)

Everyone from Zenith (zenians? Zenithians? Idk) is either an android or a cyborg. there is a portion of the population who's totally organic that just has some technomagic abilities

tecna specifically is an android. as in like she's fully made of metal having seams on her arms, legs, and on her face.

her eyes are solid blue w/no irises which glow all robotic android like (she has robotic eyes is what im trying to say)

she doesnt have the robotic voice normally but when shes scanning something, short circuting or maybe when she firsst wakes up, it comes up. she does speak normally and not all monotone and robotic without contractions

Bloom’s a bit hot to the touch. Let’s just say she totally doesn’t get used as a hearing pad when it gets cold. Oh, and Stella too. Just like how Icy is cold to the touch

Unlike the other fairies, Bloom doesn’t have slightly pointed ears, due to her living on earth and not knowing of her true heritage. When she came to Magix, her Dominoan traits manifested

Bloom gets these sick ass dragon scales on her arms and torso and slighty dragon like eyes

one day to her surprise, she saw little horns growing out of her hair and little fangs in her teeth. badass

At first, its only when she transforms, but it eventually becomes normal and starts to show up when she isnt covered in glitter and transformed

People from Andros have gills. They’re pretty faint when they’re dry, looking more like scars, but they’re more prominent in water.

aisha's half mermaid so in water, she can grow a tail. its lavender purple with an ombre seafoam green on the fluke. amazing

she has little bits of seafoam green scales on her torso and arms

she has seafoam green fin add ons to her ears (as in like she has her normal pointy ears with little fins on at the ends. this is phrased weird)

she has fins on her legs a la lagoona blue mh style

Musa and many other people from Melody have something like super hearing because why not

she has various music note markings on her body. she specifically has these markings on her upper back and arms

she also has music note markings around her eye a la operetta from monster high

she has a slightly red glowing tint to her skin; kind of like chinese and japanese lanterns

Stella doesn’t get sunburn. Her energy also is mainly based on the sun. If it’s a cloudy day, she may be less of her energetic and positive self than usual. she'll still be stella but maybe a bit calmer idk

it would be funny if stella's skin shimmers like twilight vampires but not as much

ever solarian has a sun and moon tattoo somewhere on their bodies. it looks like a sparkly small orange and yellow sun with a midnight blue crescent moon beneath it. stella's is on her left upper arm

when the sun hits her in the right places and shes on solari, her skin becomes kind of like holographic and crystalized

Like Stella, Flora’s energy also revolves around the sun in a way. Since, yknow, the sun is an important resource for nature

in the spring and summer, various grow from her. she even uses some of said plants in her cooking and potion making adorable

she also has little thorns on her arms that come out on the rare occasion when shes angry

flora has flower petal markings on on her face, specifically a tattoo like thing around her right eye

Witches - The Trix

like their lighter counterparts, witches have slightly pointy ears no you can’t take this away from me

when using their powers, their eyes glow the color of their magic (icy=blue, Stormy=darkish purpleish magenta Darcy=purple, etc)

they have fangs. thats it. why not. it sounds fucking awesome

they have solid eyes ( as in no irises)

The icy backstory retcon doesn’t exist. The trix are her sisters obviously

Icy’s cold to the touch. It goes from mild cold to “holy shit your freezing”

icy has icicle claws on her fingers either once shes transformed or normally i cant choose

she has icy snowflakes on her skin

Because of her powers, Stormy has some sick ass scars in the shapes of lightning bolts. They’re mainly on her upper back with some on her upper arms

on her skin, like icy's snowflakes, theres storm clouds/lighting bolts

When she gets angry, lighting bolts swirl in Stormy’s hair

the tips of Darcy’s fingers are black and shadowy a la Agatha Harkness

Darcy’s eyes are a bit sensitive to light so, she wears sunglasses when she can. Only her sisters know this though

maybe darcy can be the more human looking out of the three due to her manipulativeness

[sarasarami10]

Avatar boys x exhausted introvert reader (SFW) part 2

Song I listen to while writing this (not content related)

(Gender not mentioned)

Warnings: loak being a curious boy, fluff.

(Basing this on my own experience as an introvert btw)

*Reader has had their consciences transferred so that why they possess human stuff (idk how they would survive as introvert whitout a good depressing song and a comfy hoody)*

(Takes places at the metkayna village)

Word count : 1554

*= actions

« »= dialogues

[my own thoughts and feelings]

Already did neteyam (part 1) might do aonung and rotxo if this goes well.

I’m sorry for the errors I wrote this in my note at 11pm so.

Loak:

- You had been extremely social all week but for the past 3 days you couldn’t bare to see anyone, not even your boyfriend loak.

- Of course you would get out of your room to eat with your family and other stuff but you praticaly didn’t leave your bed, either listening to sad/calm music or watching your favorite old human tv shows on you tablet. ( just relaxing really)

- The first day he didn’t really mind it. He had asked one of your sibling about you and they just said you were tired and resting at home.

- He didn’t really thought anything of it, it was true you really look exhausted the day before.

- But by the third day he started to become anxious. Your siblings didn’t have any new news of you, and honestly he didn’t understood how someone perfectly healthy could just sleep for 3 whole days.

- At this point he thought this was only an excuse to not see him which was kinda annoying him, had he done something wrong, or did you just suddenly stopped liking him?

- By the end of the day he decided that he had had enough and when straight to your Maori after finishing his daily tasks.

- Upon arriving at your home he saw your sibling and asked them if he could go see you. Your sibling pointed at you room and left.

- It was the first time he had really been in your room. The first thing he noticed was you, laying asleep on the floor, then all the sky people’s stuff that was laying around your room.

- He walked toward your desk seeing something that had caught his attention.

- It was a strange wooden box. He open it and inside was a lot of weird stuff : some sparkly looking jewelry, a pair of sun glasses and a weirdly shaped bottle with liquid in it. [yk those old perfume bottle with the little squishy thing]

- He stared a it, sniff it: it smelled nice. Then focused his attention on the thing that was hanging at the back of it giving it a light squeeze.

- He felt the strong smell spray him in the face making him sneeze uncontrollably, waking you up from your sleep.

- « Lo’ak? What are you doing here? »

- The sound of your voice surprised him, making him almost drop the bottle he was still holding.

- « Oh. Hum…nothing? *sneezes »

- You giggle and gestured him to come sit next to you.

- « *faking being mad* What were you doing looking through my stuff huh? »

- « *Slightly agitated* Well… you were asleep… and I didn’t want to disturbed you. »

- *smilling softly* « it’s ok…. I don’t mind… but what are you doing here? »

- *pauses*

- « ….Why are you ignoring me…? »

- « Huh? »

- « You haven’t come see me in days so, why are you ignoring me? »

- « I’m not ignoring you… I just didn’t went anywhere »

- « liar. How can someone not go anywhere for three days and just sleep? »

- « I didn’t just sleep… I made a few jewelry, I drew for a bit I watch my fav movies… but yeah… mostly I just slept and listened to music. »

- *genuenly confused* « why? »

- « Idk.. I just didn’t felt like doing much I was just… really tired »

- *not convinced* « haha how can someone be that tired? You didn’t even do anything physically demanding lately. »

- « Well cause I wasn’t tired in that way »

- *lays next to you facing you* « what do you mean? »

- « Well… sometimes… when I spend too much time with other people… my energy just get drain really fast. So I need to take some time to myself to recharge my batteries. »

- « Oh… now that I think about it… I think it happened to kiri once…. She didn’t left her room for two days. Even my dad started to worry. *You giggle* …Is it because of me ? Am i too…much? »

- « *a bit sad* oh sweet boy no….*caress his cheek* It’s not because of anybody in perticular… I just exhausted myself by hanging around so many people at the same time I guess…? »

- « …So ? What do you usually do to “recharge your batteries“ »

- « *smilling* I mean… a good confort movie always helps… »

- « What are you wearing btw? »

- « It’s called a hoodie. »

- « Aren’t you too warm with that on? »

- « No not really, it’s more for comfort anyways »

- He touches you hoodie feeling the material.

- « I just got an idea. »

- « What kind..? »

- « You’ll see »

- You stand up from where you were laying and started walking toward a pile of clothes laying on the ground. Shuffling trough it, you get your hands on another hoodie, slightly bigger, that you had stolen from the RDA along with your other stuff. You also walk to your desk to grab a tablet that was laying on it.

- « Here sit and put your arms up. »

- Loak obeyed you whitout questions, lifting his arms above his head.

- You took the hoodie and slide it down all the way. You then gave a slight tug at the cord that was hanging, making the hood close himself half way on loak’s face.

- *you laugh* « Hey! That not nice! »

- *pulls the hood down* « See? It’s comfortable huh? »

- « I mean… I guess you could say so… »

- *slightly pushes his shoulder* «  shut up I know you like it. »

- *loak laughs* « here, let’s watch something.

- You took the tablet that was laying on the floor, opening it and clicked on the movie app. 

- « *mostly to yourself* What could we watch… »

- *loak points at the screen* « what’s that? »

- « It’s a car, it’s made to travel from one point to an other…. Kinda like those train the sky people uses [it shown it the movie] »

- Realizing you didn’t feel like explaining everything that shown up on screen to him, you settle for an nature documentary on earth’s marine life thinking his skills in English would suffice for him to understand.

- Even thought you still had to explain a few things here and there, loak was mesmerized by the documentary listening carefully to what the men on the screen said. Almost not noticing you drifting to sleep on his shoulder once the shrimps came up [kinda random ik]

END

[domesticblisss]

Can we get something with Steve maybe questioning why he was never enough for the reader? Idk just make it hurt?

drabble: steve harrington x female reader | word count: 553 | cw: angst, steve’s self doubt, not much to be honest, just pain. | a/n: hope this is what you had in mind. also i kinda had an idea for a part 2? tell me if you guys want it.

steve always wondered what made him unlovable. his parents didn’t care about him, nancy chose jonathan over him, and her, well she never gave him an opening in the first place.

they had been friends for a while, in fact, they knew each other since they were kids. steve knows her parents, she knows his, they have shared many sleepless nights in each other’s beds talking about life, talking about love and their heartbreaks.

“is there something wrong with me?” he asked robin one breezy autumn afternoon. she had just entered family video, arms linked with john’s, the cute nerdy kid they had had chemistry with during high school.

god how he wished it was him with her, how he wished he was the one she was laughing to, how it was his fingers intertwined with hers, how he was the one she was looking up to with sparkly eyes.

“steve, what do you mean?” robin asked, eyes quickly trailing the same path as his. “oh, steve.” his best friend's voice was full of pity.

“i just don’t get it.” he whispered, arms crossed, nail picking aimlessly at a random spot of skin near bicep. “i’ve never seen her more than three weeks with the same guy, she breaks up with them and then complains about how they are always using her… i just– i know i can love her how she deserves and…” steve trails off, the thought too consuming and the pain in his heart too big.

“have you ever told her how you feel?”

“i’ve tried, given her some not so subtle hints but she always says she would never date a friend.”

“ouch.” robin said. noticing the couple making their way to them she quickly made her way to the check out station, sparing steve of the trouble.

“hey!” robin greeted them cheerfully, trying to better the mood.

“hey robin, hey stevie.”

stevie. the silly nickname sounded so beautiful coming out of her lips, but so painful to hear. he gave her a tight lipped smile and a slight nod to john.

the small talk robin was making with her became background noise to him, his thoughts too transfixed on the way her hand was linked with john’s and the way he caressed her lower back. all he could think about was how her skin would feel, thoughts crowded with images of them and their limbs intertwined.

steve was so far gone that he didn’t hear her calling his name repeatedly nor see the way john was looking at him, suspiciously. robin had to nudge him.

“yeah!” he finally said when she called him again.

“are you with us, stevie?” she asked, her voice playful and a sly smile graced her lips.

“yeah, yeah! just thinking about the shitload of tapes i have to rewind. what’s up?” steve said, thankful that the lame ass excuse sounded believable enough.

“i was just asking if our dinner friday is still up?”

“yeah, of course it is. 7 at mine.”

she nodded and said her goodbyes, steve’s eyes glued on her until she disappeared.

steve sighed and made his way to the break room, robin’s pitiful eyes too hard for him to bear.

he should be thankful, he thought. having her as a friend was better than not having her at all.

[books-and-catears]

Hello!! :D I noticed your post to describe our mc's to you too late TvT but I still wanted to join the bandwagon.

My MC is just a walking hazard giving constant heart attacks to the overprotective demon bros :>

Just to prove dis here is a beautiful situation I made up <3

MC: Hey Guys! :D

Mammon: Oh! Hi MC- wAiT- MC WHY IS YOUR HEAD BLEEDING!?

Levi: Nice try mammon :| mc just ignore hIM- WTF IT'S ACTUALLY BLEEDING?!!!!!!

MC: Huh? *touches side of face dripping in blood* Oh when did this happen :0 lmao how come I didn't notice .

Lucifer: WDYM! HOW DIDN'T YOU NOTICE? HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?

MC: Oh it probably happened when I was walking here I tripped over my own feet and banged my head on the sharp edge of a wall :>

Satan; CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS LATER AND STOP THE BLEEDING FIRST >:0 WHERE TF IS THE FIRST AID KID?!

*Chaos Ensues*~

(Btw this is something that happened IRL to me when I was at school of all places lol. I was walking to the computer lab alone cuz I was the class monitor and had to ensure everyone else went first. I was walking; tripped over my own feet and as yk banged my head on the wall and it cut open a gash on my head. At that time I was too overcome with adrenaline from the fall so I gently touched my head and it wasn't bleeding at the time so I just went on with my day and when I entered class a few ppl legit started screaming cuz the side of my head was covered with blood :> yeah.....so then I was rushed to hospital by my teachers who were panicking way more than me [idk why? It's not like it was their fault of anything? :/] and I was weirdly calm throughout the whole ordeal. Anyways I got seven stitches that day and I was super proud bc I thought I was super badass for getting stiches like my older cousin bros)

OOH ANOTHER MC?! And BASED ON A REAL STORY! Bro, you're just a brave chaotic little trooper!

Everytime you show up like this, three more of Lucifer's hairs grow white. And you are also why Diavolo and Barbatos seem to be baby-proofing EVERYTHING.

Mammon and Beel probably give you the poofiest jackets to wear to lessen the collision force. Asmo keeps an extra bag of sparkly bandaids and scar treatment creams in his room. Satan constantly busies himself with human anatomy book just to make sure you haven't hurt yourself fatally. And Levi will probably give you Ruri-themed protective gear like helmets and knee caps at this rate.

Solomon and Simeons shower you with protective charms and Luke constantly bakes cakes with healing magic.

[keii]

Finally making a post about the Sick New World festival with Sushi 😭❤️

This was such a long ass HOT ass day LOL I’m normally not built for any sort of festival settings, I’ve been to a K-pop festival back in 2011 in NJ (which was my worst ever experience in a festival setting ever LMFAO) and then an EDM festival in Ohio (and that’s music isn’t even my cup of tea), and now a rock one.

So we got there around 1pm because of FLYLEAF! While I don’t know A LOT of their songs, Sushi and I wanted to hear their most iconic songs live especially since they had the original singer. But as she was singing… her voice kept cutting in and out and we didn’t know if it was the mic, but then when she was talking to the crowd after the songs, we could hear her clearly! Unfortunately… that performance was a disappointment. So my initial impression on the rest of the acts we wanted to see was in a dire state…

But then Papa Roach was next and to our surprise they were AMAZING??? Sounded just like how they did in their recordings, knew how to rally the crowd, and for one of their songs they brought out a singer from Hollywood Undead which was such a HUGE throwback? LOL When he started to have the crowd make mosh pits, we saw this one shirtless guy BOOK IT to the pits LMFAOO as if he was waiting for that moment his whole life!! Then Sushi made a comment how that would be Jowa running into the crowd excitedly to join in the moshing LOL Goro would say he looked like a slut because he’s all shirtless 😒 LOL

Tbh the day was such a BLUR because it was SO HOT. Everywhere I turned… burnt bodies everywhere… when we got drinks after Papa Roach, I swear that Liquid Death was the BEST thing I ever drank… and it was just cold water LMFAOOO. Idk why I got the 21+ wristband because there was no way I was going to drink especially since it was so hot, plus I didn’t want to go to the bathroom a lot! Speaking of bathrooms, I was actually REALLY surprised that the bathrooms weren’t outhouses. There was a lot of stalls and it moved quickly— also it was CLEAN LOL. Only thing was trying to get INTO the bathrooms??? IT WAS SO CROWDED, I kept looking back if I lost Sushi just because there were SO MANY people, there weren’t set lines so people were just going in and out.

The other performances we saw were Chevelle, Incubus (lead singer wore a snoopy shirt), Evanescence, Deftones, Korn and System of a Down, and they sounded GREAT too! Like when Evanescence came out, I felt my body get chills hearing her sing because she sounded SO good. During the middle of Deftones’ performance, we decided to sit on those grassy areas and watch from the screen since we don’t want to be squished in the huge crowd… it was also during the time where the sun was setting and it was becoming cooler… let me tell you… I ended up enjoying that time where we were chilling on the grass and watching the performances on there only because we were on our feet the WHOLE day and it wasn’t HOT LOL. Anyway they sounded so good, I believe the later acts had longer set times, which was nice because we were able to listen to a lot rather than a few.

The reason I wanted to go to the festival in the first place was for Korn!!! They were my favorite because— I mean they’re one of my favorite bands and I LOVED the purple sparkly Adidas jumpsuit Johnathan wore. I did not know he wore that adidas tracksuit since he was younger… me fake fan. I was able to hear so many songs I loved live!!! I wished they played Liar too, but tbh just witnessing live was already more than enough for me. I want to go to a solo concert of just Korn and Deftones one day! We then saw System of a Down and again, they were great too— that’s what I can really saw because it’s true! So many of the performances we saw were REALLY good! It’s just that it was SOOO FUCKING HOT LOOOL

I was actually kind of scared that because it was so hot, my Tamagotchi 4U would be fried… I kept thinking “NOOO GORO’S DYING!!!!” But he was fine LOL it was just so bright outside that we couldn’t see the screen at all.

Tbh we could’ve came so much later for Evanescence or even Deftones, and that would’ve sufficed for us LOL We were also able to buy merch when there was barely any lines! Majority of the day it was so crowded, so that was lucky. Anyway, for the first time, I got sun burnt a bit on my shoulders??? And I realized LATER that my forehead was slightly darker than the sides of my face LMAOOO it’s a lot better now but I didn’t even notice until I was in Sushi’s bathroom with my face close up to the mirror. We ate Q Bistro for a late dinner, but it was unfortunate that they didn’t have the Sweet potato pizza!!! 😭 But the fried chicken and omelette rice was super good… next time…

It was definitely an experience and I’m glad to say I went to one with Sushi! Though yeah, my body not built for standing in one place in the heat LOL (no one is). But smh I saw that there was a weekend festival where Slipknot and Polyphia (and more) were performing and I was like “no way.” BUT I WONT BE SWAYED… SOLO CONCERTS ONLY LOOL

[beskar-cowboy]

The Best Things Dwell Out of Sight

Part 4 of The Best Things Dwell Out of Sight Series

Summary: You catch an accidental glimpse of the Mandalorian without his helmet, his instincts kick in. (4.4k words) link to read on ao3 here

Warnings: NSFW, Mando is kind of mean, the helmet is off but its still canon?, PIV sex, rough sex, he low-key kinda threatens the reader idk, spanking, soft ending to make up for whatever the fuck i just wrote <3 

A/N: this series will be uploaded in a non-linear order! i realize that this way of doing things might not be everyone’s favourite so please let me know if you would like to be notified when all the parts are uploaded (linearly in my masterlist) <3

Perhaps swaddling the child to your chest on a desert planet was not the smartest idea. The heat was blistering, even though you wore less layers than usual. Just a tank top, some utility shorts and a blaster holstered to your thigh. And the baby of course, who had not stopped babbling since you left the ship, the only thing distracting you from this damned heat.

You could only imagine how Mando was feeling underneath all that beskar as he walked alongside you in silence, only stealing glances every now and then, as he usually did.

Even after travelling with them for half a cycle now, Mando still withheld so much from you.

Even after the two of you slept together for the first time, after some close call on some jungle planet, he still retreated into his usual silence.

But there were more gentle touches now, more lingering hands, more helmet tilts, but he still hadn’t let you in. You were okay with that, you knew that this was what he was used to, so you didn’t think too much about it.

You let him take what he needs without asking too many prying questions. If you were being honest, you liked the way he used you, you liked how he took it out on you, you liked how rough he got, how possessive, how starved he could be.

It had only amounted to a couple of times over the last month but… but you loved it. You looked forward to it, you thought about it, dreamt of… dreamt of him, of Mando, inside you, above you, under you-

Mando squeezed his large hand around your bicep, breaking you from your thoughts before nodding to you, then he departed. Off to meet with… whoever.

You stayed in the market and bought stuff for the ship.

Some new screws and bolts for parts that were missing or had to be fixed, food rations, dried meat, fruits that you knew Mando was fond of, some weird, shiny little trinkets the child seemed attracted to, and a new bar of soap. You had just finished the last one a few days prior.

After buying the necessities, you wandered around the little market with the child, bouncing him up and down against your chest and talking to him softly. He was very responsive today, not seeming too bothered by the heat thankfully.

But the sun was high in the sky, most likely at its peak, and it was unrelenting. The desert environment of the planet gave way to little shaded spots so you looked for water instead, finding a little mist station where children laughed and played. You ran through it a few times with the child, he screeched with joy.

On your last run through the mist, you caught sight of Mando approaching the two of you again.

That saunter… the way he walked was so intimidating, so sensual. You couldn’t help but let a shy smile stretch across your face at the people who cowered away in fear of the bounty hunter.

You made sure you had all your things in your sling, checking to see that the child hadn’t dropped his new toy and then you were off, heading back to the ship.

The walk felt longer now due to the long exposure you both had in the sun. Mando seemed to be trudging along just the same as you, profusely sweating and in desperate need for some water. And a shower.

Mando opened the hatch and you both stumbled inside, dropping your bags and untying the child from your chest where he had left a giant sweat stain from how tightly he had been pressed to you. Suddenly aware of how sweaty, sticky and disgusting you must seem, the only thing on your mind was a shower.

“I got you some Meiloorun, they seemed ripe.” You smiled at him as you gently placed the child on the floor of the Crest. He waddled towards his father, trying to show him his new toy.

“Thank you, that’s very kind.” He said in your direction, that deep modulated voice making you shiver. He seemed hesitant to look away, but picked up the child regardless, letting him show off his new shiny thing. Mando took it into his hands, playing with him, you smiled fondly.

“I’m going to go take a shower if that’s okay? To cool down a bit.” You’re not sure why you felt the need to ask his permission after all this time but you still felt the need sometimes. Maybe he would want help putting the stuff away that you had bought, maybe he wanted you to help with the child or something? You just couldn’t help the way your mind only fixated on the sweat and grime sticking to your flesh.

“Of course.” Mando nodded. You nodded back, turning on your heels to head into the ‘fresher just around the corner in the low cabin of the Crest.

You leave the door open, you think you don’t mind Mando seeing you if he decides to look or happens to catch a glimpse. Even though he’s never taken any of his armor off (besides his gloves) for you before, he’s seen every single inch of you.

You quickly peeled off your damp clothing, turning the water on and making sure it wasn’t too cold but cool enough to relax your heat exhausted body. You stepped in quickly, eager to cool yourself down.

You visibly relaxed as soon as the water hit your burning skin, your shoulders sagging, a sighing escaping your lips. You dug your fingers into your own flesh, trying to knead the tender muscles which strained under the weight of the child and the supplies. It wasn’t much but you still ached, the heat had definitely contributed to that.

Supplies… your new bar of soap! You had been excited to use it but completely forgot about it the second you returned to the ship, mind wiped blank by the desire to rid yourself of your dirty clothes.

Suddenly thankful you left the door to the refresher open, you stick your head out from behind the curtain and call for Mando, wondering if he could retrieve the sparkly blue soap bar for you.

Instead of being met with an empty doorway, you’re met with something else. And it’s as if the world moved around you in slow motion, your emotions moving over you like molasses.

First, confusion.

Hair. A head full of light brown, golden hair. It curled near the ends, into little wisps. It couldn’t be-

No. That couldn’t be Mando. It was as if your brain refused to acknowledge the shiny beskar that sat underneath that head of hair, refusing to realize it was the tin covered man you were looking at.

Second, curiosity.

Your eyes scanned over his head, taking in the way the bathroom light shined over his hair, making it reflect all different shades of brown and caramel.

It was now that you realized that his head was turning, that’s why the light was bouncing off it so dynamically.

His head continued to turn. An ear.

Third, shock.

It was only when you saw the sliver of skin, the shell of his ear, the inner workings of the intricate cartilage, and the profile of his supple cheekbone that you let out a startled, and perhaps unnecessary, shriek.

Your hands flew up to cover your eyes, to shield them from the forbidden view. You turned back into the shower, facing the wall, away from Mando.

He saw more of you than you had of him. He saw the way your chest heaved, the way the water flew off your body as you twirled to face the tiled wall of the shower, away from him. He watched the water hit your back-

You had seen him. Or at least, that’s what he thought.

He hated the way his instincts kicked in. He hated the way he was trained to kill whoever saw him, whoever looked, whoever dared unmask him.

Almost innately, his hand reached for the light switch, plunging the refresher into darkness as he stalked towards you, pressing his hand to your head and pinning you against the cool tile of the shower forcefully and efficiently.

Mando’s body followed suit, bringing both of you underneath the steady shower stream, pinning himself against your backside. The cold bite of his beskar in contrast to the cool water making you whimper, the force of his hand pressing your cheek into the wall made you see stars behind closed eyelids.

“What did you see?” He asked, voice gruff, strained, unmodulated.

Fuck.

Of all the months you had spent aboard the Razor Crest, living with him, fucking him, you had never heard his voice without the helmet, without some sort of barrier. You regret the way it made you moan, how easily he could make you melt.

“N-nothing, I didn’t-”

“What did you see?” He pressed onto your harder, with his hand and his body weight, pining you completely to the wall, making you at his mercy. You cry out at his cold touch, at his harshness. Mando had been frustrated, even angry, with you before but now… now he was about to truly end you.

But all you could think about was how beautiful his real voice sounded. It always sounded beautiful to you, from the moment you met him, it had made you weak, but this… this was unlike anything you could have imagined.

“Hair,” you cry, unsure if you were truly crying or if it was just water from the endless stream running above both of you now. “I s-saw your hair, your ear… I-I’m sorry-” You hiccup, trying to regain your breath and not inhale too much water as your chest heaved.

Without the helmet Mando was quickly realizing that he could genuinely hear you for the first time, your trembling voice ringing through his ears without being slightly distorted by the helmet’s filters. He could….

He could smell you too. The sweet scent of your skin, of your wet hair tangling in his fingers as he continued to hold you in between the tiles and his unforgiving beskar.

You… the sight of you pinned against him, your wet skin, water dripping down your flesh in rivulets, your whimpers, your cries, your tears, the way your eyes closed, the way you kept them closed even now, drowning in darkness, your cheek flush against the tile.

Completely at his mercy.

You weren’t even fighting him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against your temple. You whimpered at his sudden movement, so on edge.

You knew he was trained to kill. You knew what happened to people who even attempted to look at him. You had seen it, you had been there when it happened once, ignorant vendors trying to taunt him, trying to tease the Mandalorian. How stupid they were, now dead somewhere in a ditch. Would he do that to you? It would be so easy for him...

Mando wondered if you could see him in the darkness as well as he could see you. He knew you couldn’t, the lack of windows deprived the room of any light sources. Luckily, his eyes were trained and used to harsh environments, low visibility. Luckily, he could see you trembling against him.

He removed his hand from your head, sliding both of his hands now to hold your hips, digging his blunt nails into the flesh, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents behind. You yelped at the sting but didn’t pull away. You liked it.

“I’m sorry-”

“Stop talking.” He growled and you bit your lip, unaware that you had opened your eyes due to the deep, dark abyss you had been plunged into.

You could truly not see a thing. All your senses became focused on the way Mando touched you, the way he’s wedged you between the wall and himself, the death grip he had on your hips, the way his breaths came out quickly and evenly onto your cheek. He was breathing almost as hard as you were.

He nudged his nose onto your cheek and you nudge your cheek back onto him, trying to remind him that it was just you, that you’re not a threat, it’s just you, it’s just you, it’s just you.

This is The Way. This is The Way… This is The Way… This… is-

Fuck. You were distracting him. Your little whimpers, the way you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. So willing, you were always so willing for him. So fucking easy and it drove him crazy.

His skin… it felt so good against yours. You had only felt the rough, rarely tender caress of his rough palms. Never of his face, his lips, his nose… You felt like you were being driven insane, you couldn't believe how close his unmasked face was to yours.

You could kiss him…

Mando continued to rub his nose against you, suddenly so lost in the feel of your skin against his. No one had ever been so close to him, so invasively close, breathing in and breathing out the same air, sharing. Feeling your eyelashes flutter against his own, your lips, open panting, swollen and pliant and inviting. He could… he could-

“Mando-”

You’re cut off by his hand suddenly slithering down your body and cupping your cunt. You gasp, unable to help the way your hips involuntarily rock into his hand, into his own hips as well, feeling a growing hardness between his legs.

You were hot, so, so hot down between your thighs. Slippery too, and Mando knew it wasn’t just the water. It was thick, sticking to his fingers, practically begging for him. Mando groaned against your open lips, both of you panting into each other’s open mouths.

“You... you fucking like this, don’t you?” He rasped, biting onto the side of your bottom lip. You whimpered, hips bucking into his hand again. What were you supposed to say? How were you to answer that?

Yes Mando, I like how fucking intimidating you are.

Yes Mando, I like how much bigger you are than me, how easy it would be for you to snap me like a twig.

Yes Mando, I like when you’re rough with me, I get off on it, I crave it, I-

“Fucking answer me.” Mando growls, latching his teeth onto your earlobe now. His hand continued to cup your sex, not truly going anywhere near where you needed him. You still couldn’t fucking comprehend that he was without his helmet, his face right next to yours…

“Yes!” You squeaked as his fingers brushed along the inside of your folds, parting you, dragging his fingers along the length of you, slipping through your sweet cyprine. You let out an unholy moan, so ashamed at how easy you were for him.

Mando kisses your ear, trails his tongue down your neck, collecting the water that pebbles down your flesh as if it were syrup.

This… is, The Way. This is- The Way-

His fingers brush up against your clit accidentally and you buck into him again, desperate for any sort of friction, any sort of attention he could give you.

Mando was trying to calm himself down. He had just been on the brink of snapping your neck and now he was overcome with lust, the desire to fuck you, stuff you full of his cock. The two extremes were dizzying, he felt drunk off of some fancy and expensive cider from some far off planet in The Core. But he supposes that’s just what you did to him.

Before he even realizes it, he’s unzipping his pants, letting the top fall undone and pulling his cock out, letting it rest against your backside. You bite your lip, trying to turn your head to look towards him but your eyes are unable to adjust, you feel as though you can see the outline of his face but… but you’re sure it’s an illusion of the dark.

“Please, Mando-” You weren’t one to beg, Mando wasn’t one to make you beg because he was always as desperate, always as pent up, touch-starved, hungry as you were.

When you two fucked it was never slow, never drawn out, never languid, luxurious. No, it was rough, mean, volatile, desperate and just fucking needy. You needed each other, and Mando fucked you like it would always be the last time, every time. Like he would never have you again, like he would never split you open again.

Mando shoves his entire length into you in one hard thrust, knocking the wind out of you from how deep he reaches so easily at this angle. He rests for a moment, savouring the way your pussy flutters and clenches around him from the sudden intrusion, trying to adjust to his substantial length.

His head pressed right up against yours, he can hear all the pretty sounds you're making, even over the loud patter of water against his beskar which begins to weigh him down from how soaking wet it's getting.

But Mando doesn’t care, he can’t, not when you’re whimpering for him in that pretty way you do, not when you clench so tight around him that he feels like he could cum without even having moved. You beg, you beg and beg and beg for him to move but he just closes his eyes and feels you pulse, hot and tight and snug around him with that perfect little cunt of yours.

You hadn’t seen him, he thinks to himself. You hadn’t actually seen him, he’s okay, it’s just you, it’s just you, it’s just you.

You.

Quivering at the end of his cock, moaning, grasping at the tiles, trying to find purchase on something, taking him all the way in like you always do, like a good fucking girl.

He hadn’t even realized that he had started thrusting, in and out with reckless abandon, bottoming out every single time before pounding back into you, making you whimper and cry.

“W-what’s my name?” He asks suddenly, pulling you from floating away towards whatever astral plane you were near close to ascending too, the one his thrusts were pushing you towards as he rearranged you from the inside out.

You had to think, you had to think of his name because your find was blank, he was fucking you dumb.

“Mando.” You whimper, closing your eyes and letting your head rest against the cold tiles, keeping your head turned so that he could keep his face pressed into your cheek, nose nudging yours, lips brushing but not kissing.

“No… what’s my fucking name?” He grits from behind clenched teeth, punctuating his words between harsh, unforgiving thrusts. You hiccup, unable to swallow down air properly as he fucks you into the wall.

His name?

What did he-

Oh.

His name. Mando had never told you his name, his actual name.

Was this a test? You shook your head ‘no’ as his arms wrapped around you, locking you in place as his ungloved hands came to grope at your breasts, using your own body as leverage to fuck into you harder. You let out a wanton moan, throwing your head back, letting it rest on his beskar covered shoulder. You turned your head and let your lips brush against his cheek but he turned his head too, lips brushing against his own and you both gasped and whimpered in unison. He seemed insistent on not kissing you, so you just went along with it, all your wits being literally fucked out of you.

“I-I don’t know.” You finally answered, your voice coming out small, between laboured breaths.

You didn’t know him, he thought. He still had something of his identity held in privacy, you didn’t know him, you didn’t know him.

“You don’t- you don’t know me,” He begins to say and it makes you cry, you cry against his mouth, your body shaking, bouncing against his, water beating down on both of you. “B-but you still let me fuck you like this, don’t you sweet girl?”

You scream. You scream when his hand lets go of your left breast only to come back down onto it, slapping the underside of the supple flesh. You wail and cry and moan the only name he’s ever told you.

Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando.

He grabs your jaw in one of his strong hands, angling your face towards his, a sight unseen.

“Answer me when I speak to you, cyar’ika.” He says forcefully, regardless of the nickname.

“Y-yes.” You choke out, trying to nod your head in his tight hold but you barely can. You were right on the brink, you felt as if he were to say one more thing in that deep, rough voice of his you would cum.

“Yes, what?” He grits, fucking your harder, moving his hand down to your neck and pushing you back against the cold tiles, making you yelp and cry for him, at the cool bite of ceramic materials.

“It’s c-cold, Mando.” You whine. He slaps your ass, his hand cracking down on your flesh, no doubt leaving a mark to find again tomorrow. You squeeze your eyes shut, bordering on overstimulation from his cock, his slaps, the water turning colder.

The ship never had a great water supply.

“Answer me.” He fucks you harder, faster, deeper, un-preciously and slaps your ass again, the other cheek this time.

“Y-yes! Yes I..I still l-let you… let you fuck me like this!” You cry and shake against the tile.

Mando’s arms quickly wrap around like they had before, hauling you back into his body. He snakes his hand down and rubs against your clit in fast, precise motions.

Almost instantaneously, your mind goes blank, your eyes roll into the back of your head. One of his arms wraps across your front, against your chest, holding your shoulder in a death grip, his other hand still working on your clit, his thrusts unrelenting as you cum and cum and cum around his thick cock.

“That’s it. That’s it... Good f-fucking girl.” He rasps, holding you tightly, thrusting a few more times before he empties himself inside you with a growl, painting your walls with him, branding you, owning you.

You moan at the sensation, the way his hot cum fills you to the brim before leaking out, back onto his cock and down the backs of your thighs. You both pant, your chest heaving in time with his as he fucks it back into you as deep as it’ll go, stuffing you so, so full of him. 

You keep your eyes closed, afraid of opening them, afraid he can see you even in this darkness. Even though you know he can.

Mando stays inside you until he’s softened, relishing in the way your pussy trembles around his girth, sucking him in as deep as you can for as long as possible.

When he eventually does pull out with a low growl, you hear him twist the knobs of the shower, the water suddenly becoming warmer, heating your now freezing skin. All these temperature changes were making you feel light-headed, the rough fuck you just got from Mando not helping your case either.

“Wha-”

“Stay here, warm up.” Mando cuts you off, you hear him step out of the shower.

A series of loud bangs resonate throughout the refresher, making you jump. Only one thing could be that loud. Is he… removing his beskar?

“Mando-”

“You’re always so cold when we’re travelling… can’t believe you were taking a cold shower.” He mumbles to himself, you can imagine him shaking his head. You’re stunned honestly, at how much he’s talking, especially without the helmet, that fact alone still lost on you. His voice was so beautiful, you had thought it to yourself about a hundred times now since you first realized he took the helmet off.

You stand under the warm stream, your quaking shivers slowly dissipating. You feel his presence enter the shower again, this time you can clearly feel his body heat, more flesh. He’s naked.

Mando is standing naked with you in the shower.

You involuntarily step away from him but he catches you, his hand landing on your waist, his hand softly grasping the flesh there. Such a stark contrast to the way he just fucked you into oblivion.

He’s naked.

This man had never removed anything besides his gloves. Even when he fucked you, the armor stayed on. You’re not sure if it was an issue of trust or due to his boundaries or his Creed. But considering he almost just killed you for accidentally seeing his ear and cheek, and was now standing naked with you in the dark… well, maybe it was a bit of both. You were having trouble wrapping your head around all of this, nothing was making sense to you.

The hand on your waist pulls you closer to him, your chests and bellies bump together and you gasp. Mando is firm, you knew this but… but to actually feel him against you, well, you could cry about it honestly.

You felt uncertain about what to do with your hands, unsure if you were allowed to touch him but you tentatively lifted them to his chest anyways, letting them rest against his solid pecs. His skin was soft despite the random series of raised flesh that seemed to brand him, his scars. You don’t think you ever wanted to see someone’s scars, someone’s skin as badly as you do now. But you would right out ask for it, you couldn’t.

You felt Mando lift something to your skin, it was smooth as it glided along your arm, your shoulders, across your back. A fruity, earthy scent filled your nose.

Your bar of soap.

He must have grabbed it before he took off his beskar. You lean into him unknowingly, the hand at your waist moving to hold you against him more easily as he washed you. You let your face rest against his chest, the little spot where his throat meets his collarbones. He smelled like sweat, grime, gun powder, he smelled like Mando.

You pressed your lips to the skin, the skin you knew was tanned and rugged, worn down, tired, in need of more kisses than he would let you give.

At the gentle press of your lips, that’s when Mando speaks again. It’s so hushed amongst the falling water, you almost miss it, but the few words don’t fall deaf to your ears, you hear every letter, every syllable.

“My name...” You look up to where his face would be, trying to imagine what expression he wears as he speaks to you in the dark. Your forehead not too far from his lips, you can almost feel the ghost of them on your flesh. 

“My name is Din.”

[buckysgoldenheart]

The Ways We Meet

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: While trying to avoid another man at an A-list event, you accidentally bump into Henry who has no interest in letting you go despite not even knowing your name.

Notes: idk, I thought it was kinda cute. Pov changes back and forth between Y/N and Henry A LOT. Implied smut (because I’m so damn bad at writing full smut).

Words: 2211

Y/N:

These events pissed you off, they really did. Despite being only a director’s assistant, you were forced to attend. And it wasn’t the tight, sparkly dresses you had to wear that made you miserable, nor the heavy makeup or the overcrowding in rooms that far surpassed fire department code. It was more that you felt out of place and always managed to have one creepy man sense that from a mile away with the intent to pray on what looked like your innocence. You weren’t innocent, by far, but you supposed the impression you gave off by the way you stood away from others, sipping the same drink for a half hour, made sense.

Usually, drinking in a dark corner at an A-list event by the time midnight came around kept you safe. Those creepy men surrendered to your disinterest in them, and ventured to find an easier, more desperate woman. But not tonight. Tonight, this one was persistent.

You didn’t know his name; never let him get close enough to tell you, but he followed you around, not so subtly watching you with a look in his eyes that had you nauseous. Every step he neared you was a step you took in the opposite direction hoping to evade his creepiness.

Henry:

It had been a long night, too long, and Henry wished he could just go back to the hotel and watch a stupid movie until the early hours of the Sunday morning, since there was no way he would get a good nights sleep with the jetlag still wracking his body from the morning before.

He was saying goodbye to a couple coworkers, patting them on their backs in a friendly gesture when his shoulder roughly shoved forward. He stumbled a step, and before he could turn to see why, a woman passed him.

Her body was wrapped a snug, shiny red gown, and she had curls pinned back into an elegant bun, and when she turned to apologize, she lightly touched his bicep, smiling politely before continuing on her path. His breath hitched but she didn’t notice as she was gone a half-second later, buried somewhere in the mass of bodies.

His lips were still parted, stunned, until a friend tapped his shoulder.

“Hey, are you ok?” The friend asked, to which Henry only nodded, then walked away in the direction the woman went.

It took time to find her, but when he did, something in his chest seemed to both tighten and lighten in sync. He watched her from a distance as she took a gulp of the drink in her hand then placed it back on the counter and ducked. Henry chuckled, but then spotted him: A smallish man slowly making his way toward where she was unsuccessfully hiding.

Henry quickly shuffled his way through the crowd, and just moments before the other man could’ve spotted her, Henry snatched her by the arm and pulled her into a corner. With his back to the wall, he faced the crowd, his arms holding her snuggly, chest to chest, until the man passed them by.

Y/N:

“You’re safe now,” A man said, drawing your attention upward, and your eyes couldn’t help but widen. Henry Cavill was looking at you with a playful smirk on his handsome face that you never in a million years would have imagined be directed toward you. “Remember me?”

“Shit,” You cursed yourself. “It was you I bumped into earlier.” What a way to make a first impression. How was it that you always managed to look like an idiot in front of the hottest actors at these parties? This certainly wasn’t the first time. Chris Evans could confirm that, and probably wouldn’t hesitate to.

“It was.”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I’m not normally so rude. I can explain.”

Henry’s shoulders shook as he laughed, and it reminded you that he still held you tight, with an odd protectiveness. “I think I’ve caught on to the situation,” He said. “Do you know that guy?”

You shook your head.

Henry casually nodded at your confirmation, that smile still on his face, but it slipped a moment later and you didn’t have to guess why. He looked back at you. “Do you think you could trust a stranger for a brief minute?”

“W-What?”

“Yes or no?” He quickly asked.

You blinked. “Yea, I guess.”

“Good,” He said, then slammed his lips to yours.

It shocked you but the feeling of having every part of your body pressed against his made you dizzy, and what was meant to force the creeper away, lasted much longer than the minute Henry promised. Many minutes longer. Enough minutes to give you the time to slide your hands up his chest until they settled on the back of his neck. Enough minutes to have him groaning when you softly nibbled on his bottom lip. Enough minutes to have your heart pounding.

You pulled back first when the embarrassment began to flood your body. Chuckling awkwardly, you stepped out of his arms, and said, “Um, thanks for the help…stranger,” then tried to disappear as fast as you could, for the first time thankful of the enormous crowd.

Henry:

She stiffened as his hand clasped around her wrist before she could get away, and when she turned to look at his face, she became no less tense. It made Henry feel uneasy. He liked her a little too much for how long he’d known her—which was nearly no time at all--and when he kissed her with everything he had, he thought it might’ve been enough to get her to stick around, at least for an extra minute or two.

He wasn’t arrogant. Yes, he’d had women tell him he was a good kisser, but he didn’t assume one kiss from him would have her falling on her knees, begging him to take her home. Henry just thought she felt something too. Perhaps more than one should from a stranger’s kiss, but enough of something to make her pause and question why it felt so damn good, just as he had for the millisecond before she bolted. It had him unwilling to give up so soon.

“Now where are you going?” Henry said, trying to hide the twinge of desperation in his voice.

“Sorry, I—”

“What’s your name?” He asked.

She blinked with her big, butterfly-wing-like lashes as if she hadn’t expected him to care. “…Y/N.”

“Ok, well, Y/N, I think that guy got the hint. You don’t have to keep running.”

“You never know.” She shrugged and anxiously bit the inside of her cheek.

“Right then, how about we leave?”

“What?”

“Do you like coffee?”

“…Sometimes,” One corner of her lips hesitantly turned upward. “Not usually at twelve thirty in the morning.”

Henry grinned as his thumb ran back and forth along the inside of her wrist. “Well, decaf is a thing, and I happen to know a place not far from here that’s open for another hour.”

Y/N:

You didn’t know how you managed to be pinned against one of his hotel room walls, but you were. You weren’t drunk from the little alcohol you’d had at the party, and the coffee certainly wasn’t spiked, but you still couldn’t explain how you were now moaning from the feel of Henry’s lips attached to your neck. Not that you were complaining.

“Goddamn,” He groaned against the skin of your collarbone as his fingers bunched the glittery fabric of your gown up until his hand could slip underneath. As it glided up your thigh, his palm left burns from its trail, and your skin grew hotter with each inch he made closer to your core. “You’re like an angel.”

You let out a throaty chuckle. “Hardly.”

Henry lifted his head and his hazy blue eyes met yours. “Hardly, huh?” He said as his index finger ran along the edge of your panties. He could’ve easily tucked a finger under that useless barrier and felt how wet you were.

“Yes,” You smirked, reaching your hand forward and undoing the buckle of his belt. “Hardly.”

Then you lowered to your knees.

Henry:

Henry didn’t even have to open his eyes to know that she was gone. He’d woken up a few times throughout the night, only to fall right back into peaceful sleep when he felt her warm body tucked into him. Each time, he tightened his arm firmly around her waist as she emitted little soft snores. But now, without the weight of her body next to his, Henry felt cold. Only the empty dip in the mattress where she’d laid for hours remained.

Her warmth was gone. She was gone.

And it stung a lot more than it should. He didn’t even know her last name or her age or, hell, anything about her. He knew he shouldn’t be as upset as he was, but he wanted to learn those things. To get to know her. Coffee the night before gave little insight to who she really was. That time was spent throwing flirtatious jokes back and forth, and if he’d have known she wouldn’t have given him the next morning to ask the important things, he’d have slowed himself down.

Fisting his fingers into his hair, Henry groaned at more than just the glaring sunlight streaming through the windows giving him a ripe headache. He shouldn’t be hung up on someone he barely knew. It wasn’t healthy.

Y/N:

God, you hoped you weren’t overstepping your bounds, or worse, being that girl who hangs around after a one-night stand long after the guy wants you to. You just…didn’t want to leave. He surprised you with his sincerity. He seemed to like you, though you didn’t know why, but you liked him, and, for once, you were willing to take the risk of sticking around for the morning after. It could be awkward. It could crash and burn. But if you weren’t going to be brave enough to see how the rest of the day could unfold, you knew you would regret it.

But, staying or not, it didn’t mean you weren’t going to hop down to the hotel lobby as soon as you woke to get your coffee fill. And based on what you saw last night, Henry liked his coffee rich and black.

Henry:

Who was he trying to fool? This was absolutely going to ruin his day. They’d had a rare chemistry that made him feel like he’d known her forever, and the sex certainly didn’t suck. Not even close.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Henry sat up and rubbed his face with both hands. If she wasn’t going to be there, he might as well get dressed and go about his day. At least, that’s what he thought, until he heard the door lock click and the handle turn.

His head shot to the sound, and he was almost stunned when he saw her walk in, shakily balancing two cups of coffee, a danish, and a muffin in her arms. She jumped when she saw him looking at her, still impressively holding on to the breakfast.

“H-Hi,” She said. And, damn, Henry liked that voice.

“Hi,” He smiled back, and at the gesture he could see her shoulders relax.

He stood and walked towards her, neglecting his boxers entirely, just thrilled she hadn’t disappeared forever. She looked down and blushed, then averted her eyes as he began to unload the food from her arms, and one-by-one placed the items on the table. When she still hadn’t looked back at him, he chuckled and tucked a finger under her chin, tilting it up until she was forced to meet his eyes.

“Don’t be shy on me now.”

He ran his hands down her arms and grabbed both of her hands in his when she sighed and said “Sorry, I’m not…” She took a breath,” I don’t usually do this.”

“Hook up with strangers?”

“No, stick around the morning after. I kind of assume I’m not wanted, so—”

“You’re wanted here. Believe me,” Henry said fast, because those thoughts were the last he wanted on her mind.

She gaped, but then grinned wide and bright. “Really?”

“Definitely,” He said. “I want to know you.”

Y/N:

He wants to know you. Those words made your stomach flip. Though you took the risk to not sneak out at the break of dawn, you figured the odds of him not shuffling you out the door were unlikely to be in your favor. But you weren’t complaining about being wrong.

You grew embarrassed when you realized that dopey smile was still on your face, so you quickly wiped it off then grabbed the muffin and offered it to him. One corner of his lips quirked in unison with an eyebrow, and he gently took the offering from your hand.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling the paper down to take a bite.

“So, um…if we want to get to know one another, what do you want to do?”

Henry only smirked and said “Well…I’ve got some ideas.” He took another bite then licked the remaining crumbs off his lips, which was somehow more distracting than the fact that he was completely naked. “Half of them don’t involve clothes, though.”

[boleynns]

watching 'Rings of Power' over a lazy morning's coffee & bagels

**Spoilery thoughts being typed as I watch, so beware if you haven't seen yet!**

Episode 1:

Immediately clear that it is very beautiful. I was pretty worried we were going to have a "Wheel of Time" situation (in which after like 30 seconds I thought "Oh no, why is it so ugly and fake looking..."), but happily that is no where near the case.

I love a prologue, and this one was nice. And Sauron was there! He is an absolute unit, I love him and need more asap haha. I hope he actually has a character in this show instead of just "General McEvil who looks scary but never talks".

The embossed-leather map transitions are beautiful, love the design!

LOL @ Elrond wrote Gil-galad's speech and was whispering along with it.

Really like Elrond and Galadriel's friendship so far. That scene with them discussing her not wanting to go to Valinor was easily my favorite scene in the episode. Especially thought that conversation captured the poetic nature of Tolkien's writing, on top of allowing us to sit with the characters and their emotions more intimately.

Its weird, but in multiple scenes a lot of the side character line readings are really stilted. Arondir and Bronwyn are also a little shaky so far, and I'm sorry to say that I do not feel the chemistry between them at all :/ Hope there is another romance in this show, bc this one is giving me nothing.

I also don't know quite how to describe this, but: some of the elves sound too modernly human? Like, idk, they don't all seem to have the same amount of thought and gravitas in their writing as Elrond or Galadriel for example.

WTF JUST CAME OUT OF THAT COW'S UDDER??? And did this kid really just find a magical evil knife in his barn.

This whole "undressing of the elves on their boat" situation definitely gave me a giggle. Also who designed this boat and why are there no seats hahaha. So beautiful though! And pretty cool to see what gandalf/frodo/galadriel/etc. would have been sailing to after the end of RotK.

Comet! Ents! Galadriel is like in the middle of the ocean by herself! Tree leaf poisoned with evil! Comet man!

Costume/hair/etc. thoughts through the episode: I do not like the elves having short hair :( its weird and adds to that feeling that they're just normal dudes but with pointy ears. The sparkly dresses in general were not a good decision, they remind me of those gold/silver plastic fringe curtains you stick in a door at an office birthday party or something 😅 I love Arondir's cool Ent-looking armour! But Bronwyn's faux leather leggings under her dress are a little strange.

Music thoughts: some of it is unfortunately generic, and kind of out of place tone-wise? Maybe it will grow on me, because obviously it has huge shoes to fill from the films so perhaps my expectations were too high. Song over the Valinor Ship/Comet sequence was great though.

Final impressions: some good, some bad -- overall nothing blew me away, but also nothing made me want to turn it off. A pretty solid first episode and gets a 7.5/10 from me! Onto the next episode!

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

I love your analysis on Rook. I really think he's a wolf putting on a sheep's clothes. The sheep outfit is sparkly and glittery though. There's something I've been thinking about recently about the best ways a hunter could evade his prey's attention (It was about a police stakeout but that's off topic. I just felt I had to explain why I was thinking about that so that you wouldn't think I'm Rook disguised as a Tumblr user and I'm hunting you out). Sorry. Anyways, you can either blend in with your surroundings (The most traditional approach) or stand out too much you make your prey think there's no way such a glittery attention catching bird is out for your poor life. Rook stands out much on purpose (The freaking fedora). When someone gives you nothing, you wonder what he is hiding. But when someone gives you a whole staged personality. The art lover & the beauty adorer you think you know him so you don't care much about asking the questions that truly matter.

Also, yesterday I read about Mickey's movie "Thru The Mirror". Which has the Ramshackle dorm based on, and I was surprised that the climax of the film involved the king and queen of hearts. About how Mickey made a pass on the queen so the king fought him and then Mickey defeated the king. It's probably too much but wouldn't it be amazing if the Ramshackle house had a big secret related to that event.

One thing I found interesting and more probable to have been considered in the game's writing is that in the movie, Mickey's soul leaves his body to head through the mirror and find himself in his house but everything in his house has turned crazy.

So, Grim & MC are actually staying in the crazy version of Mickey's house in the movie and he's living beyond the mirror in the normal version.

One last thing, since his birthday is tomorrow, I guess Cater's super villain potential lies in his tendency to make people do the work for him. Feels like a great potential corporate owner torturing his employees to death and enjoying the fruit of their hard work.

My submission yesterday was supposed to be way longer than it was talking about how you changed my view of a story I wrongly thought was superficial and childish and now I can't wait to read Book 3 and get acquainted with Azul's greed, Jade's infuriating calm facade and Floyd's incredible neediness.

I think the reason why Rook feels so one dimensional is because he portrays himself that way Pomefiore represents keep up appearances, and Queen Grimhilde best shows that—

I wanted to go more in depth with my Rook analysis but I deleted and rushed through cause I didn't want it to be deleted again lmaooo. I'm actually planning on doing a Case Closed:Warrant Filed type of analysis where I conclude my ideas about Trey and Rook.

ALSOS I DO NEED TO CATCH UP ON SOME READING THO

I kinda showed a more sympathetic Cater because he usually hides his villainy in plain sight—when making the first years paint the roses, trying to worm his way out of situations (Ace come get ur brother) and the like—and since no one can truly get mad at him he kinda just exploits it.

Maybe you could make him more nonchalant towards others feelings because he's so disconnected?? Maybe a bit passive towards violence even with the slight tweaking to his personality after the events of Chap 1.

Mickey might be trapped in the mirror as Yuu and Grim possibly took his place in twst, I think there was movie or episodic DVD set about Mickey exploring a world like twst but idk I need to catch up honestly—

That kingdom hearts hame kinda rotted my brain to other Mickey crossover villain stories—

Also, I can't believe I changed your perception of the game???? I'm just some random spouting weird ideas on the net bc I cannot cope with the real world around me lol (Cater is me, I am Cater).

At first I thought the game was kinda superficial and so I took it at face value but the amount of loose ends they leave (the potential of Trey's power, Rook, Jade) kinda had me looking deeper—thru the looking glass if you catch my drift.

I can't wait to see your other theories!!!!