#less than a week to go on that though 😤 i need to see when my coworker might be available to help move my bookshelf..

[pupyuj]

i NEED domestic yujin, just pure floof :(((

hehe 😼 my first post after a while and it's sfw?? something shifted...

everybody that sees you two always gets so jealous bcs you are both such eye candies and you're so sweet to each other?? just pure couple goals 🥺 yujin is of course the type to always be touching you—arm around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand ofc, and she always melts under your touch 🥺 like she just can't help but lean into you when you gently put your hand on her back or on her arm whenever you're talking to someone :(( she feels so warm knowing that even though your full attention isn't on her at the moment, you're still thinking about her!!

this is probably self-indulgent cuz yujin's my baby daddy but she does that boyfriend thing where she offers to carry all of your shopping bags for you while you waltz around and treat yourself to a well-earned session of money-splurging 😭 literally watching you with a loving smile every time you try on an outfit, tells you to not worry about the price if you happen to come across a particularly expensive piece of clothing bcs she'll buy it for you 🥺🥺 makes sure to save a surprise at the end of your shopping spree where she suddenly pulls out a small box with the prettiest piece of jewelry you've ever seen?!?! 😩💕 also looks at you with a shy smile AS IF SHE AIN'T BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS and is always so nervous as to whether you'll like it or not??? BUT SHE COULD LITERALLY GIVE YOU THE SHITTIEST NECKLACE OR SOMETHING AND YOU'D STILL WEAR IT PROUDLY.

(not that yujin will ever want to give you something that was less than perfect. only the best for her baby! 😤)

yujin loves dating silly little strolls in a park! 🥺 she'd drive you both to one of the prettiest and biggest parks in the city and just take your hand and go for a relaxing walk! she's so in love with you :(( she'd just stare at you while you tell her about a few funny things that happened throughout the week so far,, smiles so brightly when you laugh, she just loves your voice so much she could listen to you talk about anything forever 😣 she'll sit the two of you down by a tree and cuddle up to you, sometimes kissing you and laughing at the way you would blush and look away,, and she's just a sucker for the way you would absentmindedly play with her hands while you're sitting there 💕 and best believe she'll capture every moment of you during your time there! her gallery is literally just you and it's so sweet ☹️☹️

yujin definitely waits up for you if you happen to get held up at work, even if you come home after midnight :(( you'd find her sitting up on the bed with a book on her lap wearing her stupid nerdy glasses, barely awake and so tired 💔 you pepper her face with kisses and she would only pout and blink sleepily at you, the cutieeeee 🥺 she'd whine and pretend to be upset that you're home way too late but really, all that 'anger' is towards your boss for always giving you so much work 😣😣 and omg even when she's tired from staying up, she will NAWT leave you alone 😭 she's forcing herself out of bed and tailing you very closely while you make and sip on your tea, doesn't even let herself finally sleep while you're in the shower and chooses to be awake for another half hour bcs she really can't sleep without you 🥺 she is all over you when you finally join her in bed—leg over your body, arms wrapped tightly around you, nose buried in your hair, and whispering sleepy nonsense against your skin before she finally succumbs to sleep.. she's so silly.

yujin wakes up on top of you in the mornings 😭😭 but she's not like, suffocating you she actually serves as an extra warm and soft blanket!! like, you'd always find her sleeping peacefully on your chest and you can't help but kiss her forehead and thread your fingers through her hair :(( more often than not, she'd stir awake and you'd feel a bit guilty for cutting her rest short but her bright smile and lame ass "hey, beautiful~" makes it all not a big deal 🥺💖 neither of you will ever stop falling in love with each other.. STAND UP!!!!

[paopaupaus]

part 6 of The Buddie Development by moi ->

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10

S2:E17 Careful What You Wish For

This is the part where we get more into the development and less into the Buddie, but i’m willing to jot down anything that seems relevant, just for you 😚 Eddie is happy, Shannon (Chris’s mom) is being present, Christopher is happy, they are having a good day at the beach, but when inevitably Shannon asks “what are we?” Eddie gets doubts, he is indecisive about making the relationship that he “always wanted” and what seems easy, official.

Eddie is working on his marriage, and asks Buck if he has to remarry since they were separated, but Buck tells him it’d be better if he asks Bobby since he’s the one who knows about that stuff.

At this point, i don’t think either of them realize they have a man-crush on each other. Wanting to kiss you friend against a wall isn’t fruity, right? we’re just really good friends 🥰

S2:E18 Life As We Choose

This is one of my least favorite episodes cause Buck gets crushed by the firetruck :”( i couldn’t help but notce that Eddie went in the ambulance ride with him, even though the paramedics (Hen and Chim) were already there and he didn’t have any need to be there. remember only one official family member is allowed to go in the ambulance, Bobby stayed behind, but not Eddie. do you think he held Buck’s hand? 😫✋

~days later~ When they’re at the station the team welcomes Bobby (after he almost got fired), and Hen says “things are finally getting back to the way they should be” and trust Eddie to look sad and say “almost” ☹️😔

When Maddie is going to take Buck to Eddie’s ceremony for finishing his probation period she says that he shouldn’t go because he should focus on his health, but Buck is keen on going and says that it is more important. and i think it’s such a cute moment when they are about to hug and they have to work around the crutches, doing like a little awkward dance.

S3:E1 Kids Today

5 months have passed and Buck is just about to get re-certified to be a firefighter, but he throws multiple clots and can’t come back, here comes the hard stuff 😭😤

When Buck refuses to get out of bed and out of his loft for weeks, Eddie (obviously) is the one who goes and forces him out. He knows how to work Buck, so he leaves Christpoher to be looked after for the day, Eddie to Chris: “he’s hanging out with HIS Buck todaaayy!” grinning so wide.

And not Buck working out his issues career wise with Chris😭 he’s such a child you guys.

S3:E2-3 Sink or Swim/The Searchers

hi guys. um… i can’t see through my tears. i have to warn you if you plan on watching season 3 be ready for the tsunami episodes, i haven’t stop crying pls send help. i don’t even know how to explain this but the way that Buck would do AND DID everything and more for Chris is just beyond words, it’s beyond Love. i can’t think of an episode that expresses what Eddie and Chris and Buck have for eachother more than this one. i saw a gif of when Eddie grabs Buck’s shoulder (after the tsunami, back in Buck’s loft, the next day probably) and OP said “if anyone worked that hard to keep eye contact with me i would have to marry them” Eddie phisically follows Bucks line of sight and reassures him that he trusts him more than anyone with his kid/life. 😭

now that the tears have dried and i rewatched the scene i can say that they are so funny together.

Buck: you want Me? to watch Christopher?

Eddie: it’s easy. he’s not very fast.

😭🏃‍♂️

Buck: i lost him eddie

Eddie: no you saved him. that’s how he remembers it. Now it’s his turn to do the same for you.

Eddie: *reassuring Buck* I’ve failed him more times than i can count, and i’m his father, but i love him enough to keep trying and i know you do too, Buck. there’s nobody in this world who i trust with my son more than you.

I’m in love with these two idiots. i had never connected so much with fictional characters, and it is not just them but the whole cast in 911, they are doing and amazing job 🫶 so that is it for this post, hope you like it, and comment your opinions so we can talk!

[aprillikesthings]

OKAY time to do more She-Ra rewatch woooooo

I mean to get started on this hours ago pffft okay at least two episodes tonight and THEN an edible (if I watch it while high I'm not going to remember a damn thing, okay)

s1 ep5!

(At this rate I am never going to finish. On weeknights I have to watch anything in the living room, where other people are, but I can't find my wired headphones, and my laptop is an old macbook that hasn't been able to find anything on bluetooth in YEARS. I need to look harder for my damn wired headphones!!)

I keep thinking someone super-nerdy has to have made a proper map of Etheria

Oh, they did! Of course they did. There's multiple fan maps out there, actually. Nice.

[EDIT: also her dad's retired? Like, okay. I get that the reason they say it that way is literally "he's not DEAD but he's not important to the plot" but like, that implies that he also no longer gives a single fuck about his kingdom or the fate of his people. Or his own daughter. Also retired where. Is there a retirement home for former Princesses]

ALSO as I was digging through old posts of Nate's on twitter I found out that when people get his published autobio comic signed (I've read it, but on Kindle) they've often taped over or crossed out his old name on the cover, and he thought it was sweet--though it doesn't bother him to see his old name.

But Netflix should still fix it. 😤

Every time someone pointed out something they needed, the music stopped and then started over--that was a nice touch lol

I feel bad for skipping the intro every time but I have to admit I do not enjoy the song much. There's nothing *wrong* with it, it's just not my thing at ALL.

Blobby creature on the left looks like a Pokemon doing a sexy dance, help

UHHHHHHHH

like I know that thing is its ...nose? mouth? and it drinks from the bottle with it right after this shot but THAT LOOKS LIKE A DILDO OKAY, like one of those smallish smooth silicone ones for people new to pegging

Too hard to capture without video but Glimmer's POV literally pans up on someone with a sexy hourglass figure and she makes a little noise, ahaha

I struggle with Sea Hawk. As a character he's great. But from my POV as a viewer he is in fact kind of annoying sometimes

"Just because Sea is in your name doesn't tell us anything about your actual qualifications" this whole scene is just lampshading the dumb names She-Ra is saddled with because of the original series in the 1980's being made to sell toys.

"It's the ship that made the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs!"

I know everyone knows that Bow and Glimmer are both bisexual but still

they're both such himbos sometimes lolol

"Last week, on She-Ra--"

I love the way they introduced Scorpia.

also how did she make it to Force Captain when she's so kind and goofy

(while going through my own old spop posts I kept mentioning that I knew Scorpia would eventually change sides, but it still took WAY longer than I would've expected given what she's like)

Catra's hatred of water (and the way she consistently reacts to Scorpia just picking her up for hugs) is great, I love it when they lean into Catra being a cat

"What are you some kinda furry" no I am a furry ally, there's a difference

...no comment

Also I get that there's all the jokes about shanties but his song actually sounds like an homage to Gaston's song in Beauty and the Beast

The way Catra's voice goes up in pitch here is hilarious.

I know this becomes a whole Thing that Adora can read it and almost nobody else can, but just noting that Mermista's palace's walls have First Ones writing all over them

So Mermista's dad was part of the Princess Alliance? I wonder if "Princess" is just the gender-neutral word on Etheria?

Voice-acting Mermista must've been so much fun. I feel like she was inspired by Daria.

This reference ages me, doesn't it lol

See, I keep forgetting stuff. But I did watch these episodes in like 2019.

If the characters were allowed to curse, Mermista would've said something like "what the fuck??"

I remember watching a thing where a few SU voice actors were talking about recording "efforts," which these little kinds of sounds for when the character is doing something physically difficult.

The problem of course, is that I'm rewatching this show so I can write a fic with explicit sex in it, and so my brain is like "heheheh are these also her sex noises"

(I'm going to headcanon that and you can't stop me)

do they ever address where he's from I forget

I...immortal? I mean obviously we know they *can* die because otherwise their world would be literally overrun by princesses (plus, y'know, the thing later) but wait how did I miss that

ALSO I can't get a good screenshot but Kyle is playing a ball-and-cup game in EVERY SCENE HE'S IN

eheheheheheheh

wait hold on

Here's a post of Daci and doing that two different times

Also it's not far off from the ASL for lesbian, which is part of why me and Daci did it

I am reminded of this post.

Like, is she insulting Adora or attempting to flirt?

(yes.)

A bunch of fics have mentioned all the scars Adora has from Catra fighting her, and this is the first time we see that during the show; but I can't help wondering if Adora didn't already have faint scars somewhere from when they played as kids? (I know she gets much worse ones later.) It's not like a childhood in the Horde is idyllic or gentle and I doubt they were discouraged from fighting/rough-housing, and I can easily imaging a child!Catra not being good at knowing how hard she was scratching someone.

EHEHEHEHEHEH

Okay, so Catra taunts her and literally injures her, and THEN Adora is able to fix the gate?

Is she motivated by spite or the adrenaline rush/complicated emotions around seeing (and being manhandled by) Catra?

(yes)

this shot is deeply hilarious

Also yayyy Mermista has joined the Alliance

Also also I had to edit this post bc it turns out you can only have thirty images per post, whoops!

One day it will take me less than two hours to make one of these posts >_<

Catra is still convinced (or pretending to be convinced) at this point that Adora's defection is temporary, huh.

[pixie-felix]

Ugh! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!!! We love Love LOVE black cat Felix! Healthy hair ftw. (I almost throttled him through the screen when he said if he dyed it one more time he'd have no hair then dyed it the next day🤦🏾‍♀️ but then WaxingRacha gave us the BEST Christmas gift ever.

Well I hope things get better. 👀 Is your brain being mean to you again cause that's not very noice. I'll come over with sweets and give it a stern talking to😤 but yes nurture and nourish yourself!

You're right, we do make them feel tall and the other groups that are really tall feel like giants xD

You are right my friend, sometimes you just gotta say fuck 😌 (and no you are not oversharing)

I love you so so so so so fucking much. Thank you for having me on your blog and for the birthday wish! I was looking forward to this decade (despite my peers calling me old after revealing I'm actually older than them) I just be chilling.

Yeah being attracted to these FOINE young men is different I feel? Especially if we came across them when we were both adults. Like none of the younger biases I have were minors when I came across the group and as you learn about the group you might end up ot_ for the most part. We're not actively going out and seeking significantly younger people to get in relationships with.

And thank you lvrgrl-xo, it does feel less lonely.

Listennnn fic is honestly amazing. We're writers and those fictional versions are there for a reason. Which since we've developed Ayen's link already we should start on the other two. (Just a suggestion. We Don't have to until you're ready.) Honestly, being older and seeing some of these lives where they want us to call them oppa have me GIGGLING. Like sweetie, that's cute but what would you do if you knew I was your noona? Kinda just wanna be there to watch the realization sink in and see their reaction.

Honestly I think it was Channie that released the beast. Chan said copy+paste when raising him 🤣 a guy in a crop top or showing off his slutty waist will forever be my kryptonite. And we like men with big hearts too. As a thicker person myself I need to rest my head on something.

Lollipop anon works! I call it a sucker/rainbow pop cause *cough* alphabet mafia gang gang and I'm a total simp *cough cough*, but lollipop anon is so much cuter!

--🍭

I had to google alphabet mafia 🤣 I feel very old and very British 🤣

I have newer messages from you to answer, but considering one of them starts with us grieving black cat Felix it made sense to reply to this one first 😅 I know I could just leave some of these unposted (actually I couldn't, the 'tism won't allow it) but they're all bloody brilliant and important and full of lore.

I love you so fucking much too!! PLEASE NEVER LEAVE MY BLOG!!! Thank you for always being so nice to me and filling my inbox with gems and filth. Filth gems. Diamonds in mud? Oh dear, somebody stop me.

I've been doing really not-good recently. This last week in particular has been particularly... something. It's very weird. I'm used to my brain breaking on a semi-regular basis, but at the moment even just typing is coming out wrong- I keep getting my words in the wrong order, or hitting completely the wrong keys repeatedly.

I will try better to nourish myself, that will definitely help. I've been living on take out for the last week because it's easier to click a button then try and decide how to food... I'm being noice to my brain though! Even though it's being a dick 🤣 being gentle with myself because otherwise other people will be sad. I'm just rambling nonsense now aren't I? 😅

Fic IS amazing. Imagine if we'd never met? Thank you smutty fic, thank you Tumblr, thank you brain for making me write things sometimes and thank YOU lollipop anon for messaging me even when I don't respond for ages (I always think of you a lot, and all the stories and lore we're developing. I had to buy a stapler to try and organise the print outs I have... I shall take a picture when I get home... gonna need some red thread...)

BUT YES BACK TO FIC AND LORE: noona kinks. We should work on those for the others. I can't remember which other two we were talking about, but I'm 101% sure one of them was Bang Chan.

I like to daydream about them realising I'm ther noona. Specifically Chan, ofc. Especially because with him I can be like "Oh yeah, you're the same age as my baby sister." BABY. SISTER. I don't know how he'd react to it, but I'd like to find out.

I know for the young 'uns reading this, you might think "pah, you're over 30, of course they're going to know you're older than them." And to that I say, pah yourselves 🫶 I still get ID'ed, which is fucking awesome. On my last birthday I got ID'ed while buying an energy drink for my sister? Amazing. Good times. (This is the part where I go on a long rant about toxic media and the idea that once you're past 30 you're over the hill, but cba. Just imagine me ranting passionately.)

What about the '00 line though? I'm fairly certain they'd know I'm older than them. Maybe? Maybe not if they caught me when I'm in hyperactive golden retriever puppy mode. Idk.

I'm not sure how Ayen would feel knowing I'm a LITERAL DECADE older than him. BUT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT HAS OCCURRED! I don't get stressed out about that anymore, because what you said makes a lot of sense. I haven't watched them grow up, so it doesn't feel so creepy 💁‍♀️ whereas Taemin, who is only two years yonger than me, I still feel weird about 🤣 he's my adorable little brother, okay? He must be protected at all costs. And when he feels like getting sexy, I'll just be like this: 🫣

I THINK WE SHOULD GO INTO DEPTH ABOUT SKZ DISCOVERING NOONARACHA. LET'S BE SELF INDULGENT!

OH! Reading about Chan being responsible for Ayen's recent sluttification (agreed) keeps making me think of these two clips:

It seems that Kirby mouth is catching.

[psylockexs]

Kicked into gear...

The following morning...

Minho hadn't forgotten Lore's antics from the day before, and intended to pick her up on it. They may have been great friends ever since she'd moved to San My to get away from her mother, but jay walking into the bathroom while your homie's in there? 😮

Lore: I hang around the tiles all the time now...well most of the time. I was just too absorbed in my book 🤷‍♀️.

Min: Maybe look where you're going next time before just waltzing around?!

Lore: Yeah yeah, well before complaining next time, put on a shirt 🤭.

Min: I- notices... 😳

Though, Lore's not proud 😊. She pulled him into a soft hug while apologising, before they heard Niko's bellowing voice from downstairs.

'Minho! Get Morgyn up and get ready! Got someone to meet later!'

Niko read a text he got from Ramona as he called Minho.

Text: I know we met yesterday, but...I need to meet you again. Pick somewhere that's not in Ravenwood. Too many eyes.

https://on.soundcloud.com/gsrtdvHk789SMHxM7

At a cafe in The Hollow

Ramona flagged the trio down at a vacant table. In addition to looking nervous, she looked well pissed.

Niko recounted what went down the day before while Minho and Morgyn were meeting Rame. But it seemed more had happened since their meeting 🤔.

Morg: You wouldn't call us out here again so soon if it wasn't urgent. But, why here instead of...?

Rame: Oh I'm coming to that part. If I didn't know you guys, I'd want some kind of compensation for my work in the lion's den. 😤

Niko: I'd expect nothing less from someone so hooked up on 'vices'. Pray tell what prompted this line of thinking? You're still reporting like nothing happened?

Rame: Oh don't get me started. This bitch is off her ROCKER!!! You know these last 3 weeks, she's looked sicker than a wilted plant. Then all of a sudden, she's...normal again.

Niko: Normal? How so?

Rame: That's what I was wondering. But then I noticed something. That old man that kept licking her boots, Laynier something...

Morg: Layne was his name.

Rame: That's it. He used to attend to her all the time. Lovesick puppy, blagh. But yesterday, there was no sign of him.

Morg: gasp What?!

Niko: No sign?

Rame: Nothing. Didn't even tell me if he was going anywhere. When Olive calls me to ask for her usual report, she was...drunk? But I know she doesn't drink except on weekends. And she looked healthy again.

Min: Ohhhh that's not good...

Niko: Drunk but she doesn't usually drink...and no sign of Layne. I do not like that at all.

Rame: nods I reported as usual, and made the excuse of wanting a shower before going home. Long day, you see. Then I saw this crow in the bathroom.

Morg: A crow?

Min: Nyon's a half-Morrigan, so I guess that's his familiar.

Rame: Yeah. It kept squawking 'Nyon knows the truth'.

Min: Nyon knows the truth...does that mean Olive hasn't ever told her son about anything?

Niko: Likely not. taps the table We have to act immediately-

Rame: Wait, wolf man. There's another thing. Beware when you talk in Ravenwood. I've seen people with these glazed eyes. Well, not really glazed but they're unusually blue. Alien, I daresay.

Niko grimaced. He prayed his suspicions about that were not correct

Niko: Alright. We'll watch our backs. You make sure to watch yourself as well, ok? In fact, sneak away to us more often. Make sure to hide your tracks.

Rame: I was a Girl Scout, wolf man. Hiding my tracks is like second nature to me.

Back in Ravenwood...

Layne was nowhere in sight. Olive was drunk without drinking. Nyon left his familiar with a message. People with eerie blue eyes walking the streets. Things were heating up much faster than Niko had hoped.

Niko's thoughts: 'It's as if a stage is being set, but it's hard to find out who. Blue eyes wandering the streets. Hypnosis of some kind. Olive is too proud to do that...I hope it's not who I think it is...'

'Lore needs to compile that deck ASAP. We'll have to step up our efforts.'

Niko went in search of Mikhail to get him up to speed.

'MIKHAIL!....'

Silence...

'How deep in meditation is he?! MIKHAIL!!!'

A muffled voice answered back, 'Give me a moment, man! Sheesh!'

Niko was greeted with a rather disgruntled face 🤭.

Niko: Nanda yo... (What the hell...)

Mik: clears throat You were calling me? 🤨

Niko: Bellowing, more like. Ramona called us out earlier. We need to get our skates on. Nyon's in hiding, and something's up in the streets. You and I need to talk. looks him up and down, trying not to laugh Tidy up and come on.

Mik: a disgruntled sigh 😑 Wakkatta. (Understood.)

Niko nodded and headed downstairs again.

'🙄Just as I started unwinding for the evening...'

(Faster you start, faster you can unwind, bro. Just saying 🤔).

[seitmai]

When he sniffed and looked up at you with watery eyes, you could barely handle it. Bradley had been gone for less than three weeks, but you were already getting a little desperate. You knew you would feel like a failure if you reached out for help at this point, even though Natasha and Penny had both been texting with you to check in.

🥺🥺🥺

He smiled, and then you let Casey walk him inside. You stood there long enough to make sure he started to hang up his bag like you always did, and when she walked back out into the lobby, she was smirking. "Did Bradley leave you? He hasn't been here in weeks." You rolled your eyes as you said, "He's deployed. We've been over this before."

The audacity of this woman 😤

You'd barely make it to work before the first patient if you didn't leave right now, but you couldn't help yourself. "I'm done, Casey. I've had enough. Which of the owners is here today? Because I'm not going to listen to you talk to me like this for one more minute."

Iconic 👏🏻 princess is learning from Bradley!!

"I want you and Daddy to dress up, too," he whined, and you didn't want to have to tell him that you weren't sure if Bradley would be home in the next week and a half to accommodate that wish.

Noah 🥰 I can already see the most iconic coordinated costumes for the whole family in their future

"Noah is still napping. I need to take myself to the emergency room."

This last sentence broke me 💔😭

She has been through enough, just in this chapter alone 😭😭😭

The Younger Kind Part 55 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't get enough of the adrenaline rush that is accompanying his special mission, but he has reached the point where the excitement doesn't outweigh his desire to return home. Every day feels the same for you, until one of them starts to feel much worse.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pregnancy topics, potential pregnancy complications, swearing, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! The Younger Kind masterlist.

Every day was the same now. Every morning started out with a hopeful feeling in your chest. Your engagement ring was still noticeable on your finger, although you figured that would fade with time as it became a permanent fixture. At first, you woke up to the delicious feeling of being pregnant and engaged to Bradley, but when you rolled over to reach for him, the rest of the bed was cold. The covers were untouched. His pillow was still in the exact same place you left it when you made the bed yesterday.

Tears stung at your eyes. You knew exactly how many days he had been gone, because the updated number was practically all you could think about. The days had become a week. Then two. And now that hopeful feeling was starting to vanish only to be replaced by dread almost immediately after you cracked your eyes open.

You whispered, "I miss you," and climbed out of bed without even looking at the vacant side now. You started to dress in your scrubs without a smile on your face, and then you went into the bathroom which was completely silent. You thought that if you just had an inkling, the barest idea of when Bradley might be returning, you'd feel much better, but you had no clue.

You and Noah had only had one brief conversation with him over the phone. The connection had been pretty bad, and you knew someone was sitting right there with him monitoring every single word. He'd told you that much before his personal phone had been taken away from him the day he arrived. You had to pause as you put toothpaste on your toothbrush, because the tears were going to start if you didn't get yourself under control. 

Bradley had hung up a few post-it notes around the house for you and Noah to find. Most of them were reminders of how much he loved you, but the one on the bathroom mirror took your breath away every time you saw it. It said April 25th with a heart around it. And above that'd, he'd drawn a crown. The fact that you had no idea how much of your pregnancy he was going to miss threw you off every single time. You ran your fingers over the note, but you didn't move it.

"Mommy?" Noah called out, and you heard him jump down from his bed. It was so obvious how much he missed his dad; he was extra clingy with you right now, even shedding a few tears now when you tried to drop him off before you went to work each day.

"I'm in the bathroom," you called out as best you could with your toothbrush still in your mouth. You opened the door so he could come in with you, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your thigh.

"Is it daycare today?"

You spit out the toothpaste and rinsed your mouth. "Yes, Sweet Noah. You have daycare today."

"I want to go to the park with you and Daddy."

That sounded so perfect, you wanted to scream. "As soon as Daddy comes home, we can all spend a whole day at the park. But not today." You didn't even want to tell him that you had to work an extra hour and a half and as a result would be picking him up later than usual. You agreed to cover some extra shifts all week long even though you were tired enough that you'd been passing out in bed right after Noah went to sleep each night. 

When he sniffed and looked up at you with watery eyes, you could barely handle it. Bradley had been gone for less than three weeks, but you were already getting a little desperate. You knew you would feel like a failure if you reached out for help at this point, even though Natasha and Penny had both been texting with you to check in. Bradley even had Tracy emailing you in case you needed anything, and you couldn't decide whether you had to make more friends to get him off your back or simply be appreciative that he cared enough to set things up.

"I know," you whispered to Noah, running your fingers through his soft curls. "But we can make ants on logs later. And we can take Skittles for a nice walk." When you said her name, the pup appeared in the bathroom doorway, her brown eyes also a little sad without her favorite person at home.

"I'm hungry," Noah murmured against your scrub pants. You bent to scoop him up into your arms and carried him to the kitchen where you got breakfast ready for everyone. It was going to be a long day for you, and you'd been so wrapped up in your feelings, you almost forgot you were going to have to see Casey. 

You groaned at the thought of her, and you immediately lost your appetite and scraped your eggs into the dish on the floor for Skittles to enjoy. After you packed yourself a lunch and got Noah ready, you realized you were kind of running late. Everything felt ten times harder when you had to do it all yourself. 

"I don't know how Bradley managed," you whispered as you zipped down the block in your car. A soft smile played at your lips as you thought back to how adorably hopeless he had been when you first met him. He hadn't eaten a good meal in probably months before you started babysitting Noah for him. At least he could cook a little bit now, even if he still couldn't figure out how to use his phone. 

When you took Noah inside his daycare, Casey's eyes were immediately glued to your ring as it shone in the sunlight. She slid the clipboard to you and watched you sign Noah in while you held his hand. Then you knelt down and kissed his cheek and whispered, "I'll pick you up later. I love you."

He smiled, and then you let Casey walk him inside. You stood there long enough to make sure he started to hang up his bag like you always did, and when she walked back out into the lobby, she was smirking. "Did Bradley leave you? He hasn't been here in weeks."

You rolled your eyes as you said, "He's deployed. We've been over this before."

She held up her hands in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, it kind of looks like he left you and Noah in the dust."

"In what world would that man leave Noah?" you practically shouted. 

"That's true," she replied with a smile. "Bradley would never leave his adorable son, but I could see him ditching you and your make believe baby."

You rubbed your temples and took your phone out of your pocket to check the time. You'd barely make it to work before the first patient if you didn't leave right now, but you couldn't help yourself. "I'm done, Casey. I've had enough. Which of the owners is here today? Because I'm not going to listen to you talk to me like this for one more minute."

Her face went ghostly white and she muttered something that you couldn't quite make out. "Speak up," you snapped. "Or apologize to me and don't bother talking to me again unless it's completely necessary."

"Sorry."

"Great," you told her loudly. "Have a great day, and when I pick Noah up later, just keep your mouth shut."

You took in the stupid looking expression on her face before you turned to leave, storming out the door and across the parking lot to your car.

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It didn't take Bradley long to get used to the sleek controls and seductive design of the sixth-generation fighter jet that everyone appropriately referred to as Shadowhawk. By the second morning on base in Yokosuka, Admiral Palmer was singing Bradley's praises. He showed up early and did as he was told, hoping to spend as much time in the air as he could each day.

It was an adrenaline rush every single time. He was going substantially faster than he ever did in a Super Hornet, and all of his readouts were being recorded. He had to pass a quick physical and stress test every morning before he was allowed to fly, and then he was hooked up to monitoring equipment and let loose. He and Shadowhawk were flying the same loop far out over the pacific ocean at insanely high altitudes, and each time he fell a little bit more in love with being in the air. He could maneuver through rolls and dive into an attack formation faster than he could even imagine. 

When he was flying, it was easy enough to focus on the task at hand. He knew if he wasn't one hundred percent focused, it would be dangerous. He might not snuff out the launched missile in time with his flares or his guns. He might lose sight of his targets. But as soon as he had any sort of mental reprieve, he was thinking about you and Noah and Skittles and his bungalow tucked away on a side street in Coronado.

"Fuck," he muttered as he unloaded from Shadowhawk one day just as the sun was setting. He was drenched in sweat and exhausted, and all he could think about was taking a shower with you before dragging himself off to his king size bed that always smelled like wildflowers and falling asleep in your arms. He let the peripheral staff detach all of the cables and heart monitor from his flight suit before he found an officer who spoke English. "Is there time for me to make a phone call tonight?" he asked. 

It was about three o'clock in the morning in California, and he knew he wouldn't be able to talk to Noah, but he was dying to hear your voice. He knew he'd wake you up, but the ache was so strong, he absolutely needed to if he could. He'd been allowed to make exactly one call so far, and that was already more than two weeks ago.

All he got in response to his question was a quick shake of his head. "Tomorrow," she responded. That's what they told him every day. The lack of communication felt like a prison sentence at times, but there wasn't much he could do but accept it. All of the data they were collecting as well as Shadowhawk itself were considered proprietary and top secret. He practically had to sign his life away every day before he was allowed to touch the thing.

"Tomorrow," he repeated. "But will it actually be tomorrow? Or does that mean a week from now?"

"Tomorrow," she said more firmly, and he thanked her quietly before heading up to the tower to debrief with the admirals. There wasn't much else he could do.

The next day was a lot more of the same, and the routine was starting to grate on his nerves now. The aircraft still felt incredible, beyond his wildest dreams. He was still happy to be here, but at the same time, he was ready to go home now. They weren't giving him any updates on the progress of this assignment or when it might end, so he just decided to approach Admiral Palmer directly.

"Sir, I'd really appreciate a ten minute phone call, if that can be arranged." Once again, it was the middle of the night for you, but Bradley needed it.

The older man eyed him closely and cleared his throat. "It's a liability, Lieutenant. I'm sure you can understand that."

Bradley felt his fingers flex into fists at his sides. "Sir, someone would be monitoring me the entire time. And I'm just asking to talk to my fiancée and my son. That's it. Any time of any day."

The answer of, "There's no guarantee," did not sit well with Bradley. He had to bite his lip until he was tasting blood to keep himself from talking out of order, but he was sure the other man could read the frustration on his face and in his posture. "Maybe a very brief call, but we could be wrapping up our preliminary testing on Shadowhawk any day now. Either way, I'm sure you'll be able to finish out this temporary assignment like a professional."

Bradley swallowed down every retort that came to his mind, saluted Admiral Palmer, and left for his tiny room in the barracks. But another week passed, and Bradley knew there was no end in sight. And perhaps no phone call either. 

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"Is this normal though?" you asked Natasha over the phone one night after Noah was in bed. You'd thought about taking a long bath, but you were so tired from working late almost every day, you could barely hold yourself up. You were already in bed at 8:45 with your phone pressed to your ear. "I haven't heard from Bradley in almost a month."

The words made a lump form in your throat. It was actually twenty-two and a half days since he'd called. You needed to hear his voice. Noah was asking for him nonstop, and he had missed your most recent checkup with your obstetrician. The whole thing had been such a blur during your lunch break without him there, and you wanted to show him the new ultrasounds.

"Well, I don't think this assignment is exactly normal, you know?" she replied. "On a regular deployment, you'd be able to talk to him almost weekly. But this is something else altogether."

You made a soft sound. There had to be a way to make the time pass faster. If you didn't have to get Noah by six o'clock every day, you would try to pick up more hours at work. Maybe this weekend you could start cleaning up the extra bedroom that you and Bradley decided would become the nursery. You already promised Noah that you'd take him shopping for a Halloween costume, so at least that would entertain him for a little while. 

"Thanks, Natasha," you murmured to Bradley's best friend.

"Hey, if you need a little break this weekend, I'd be more than happy to come over and play with Noah on Saturday or Sunday," she said, and you sighed in relief.

"That actually sounds fantastic. I'll call you."

You ended the call a minute later, curling up in a ball of exhaustion as you tried to imagine where Bradley was and what he was doing. You were tired now as you tried to do the math to determine what time it was in Japan. Was he sixteen hours ahead of you? Something like that? You yawned and fell asleep with your phone on the pillow next to your head.

Then you heard your ringtone blaring in your ear, and you almost fell out of the bed as you realized your phone was so close to you. RESTRICTED CALLER. "Oh my god," you gasped, trying to answer the call while you saw that your battery was down to four percent because you never plugged it in. "Bradley?!"

"Princess."

"Bradley!" You climbed out of bed, your body immediately shivering as you were exposed to the cool air. Your nerves were frayed as you plugged your phone in and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Baby. I'm so sorry I woke you up."

"It's okay!" you said, your voice sounding more like a sob as you sat on the floor. "I've been so worried about you."

His voice was a deep, familiar rumble as he said, "I've got five minutes. Tell me everything."

"We miss you, Daddy," you said, rubbing your hand low on your belly which was starting to feel a little tender as you got closer to thirteen weeks along. "Noah asks for you all the time. The baby looked good at the last appointment. But your best friend, Skittles, is barely holding it together."

"I missed your appointment," he said, his voice strained with emotion. "I should have been there."

"It's okay," you whispered. "We're doing okay." But you weren't. You and Noah thrived when you had his attention. You felt loved when he was home to hold you and whisper plans about the future until you fell asleep each night. "I just thought you'd be able to call more often."

"Me too," he said in a tone that sounded both annoyed and resigned.

"Do you know when you'll be home?" you asked in as hopeful a voice as you could manage.

"Soon, Princess. Soon. Now tell me everything about your appointment."

You gave him more details as you shifted around on the floor, and you told him that Noah painted a picture for him. Then you heard someone on his end of the call telling him that it was time to go, and you wanted to scream that it wasn't enough. But instead you let the tears fall down your cheeks, thankful that you at least knew he was safe. 

"I love you, Bradley."

"I love you too, Princess. I'll be home before you know it."

You dried your tears and climbed back into bed, and even though you weren't able to fall asleep again, you felt so much better. Your imagination drifted to thoughts of the baby in the nursery, all of you curled up on the floor for story time together. You would start getting the room ready this weekend.

On Saturday, you took Noah to the Halloween warehouse store that seemed to pop up overnight. "You have to hold my hand," you reminded him as he reached for every single display in the crowded store. There were so many aisles, this would probably take up your entire morning with him. He was keeping a running list of options that he liked for trick-or-treating, and you had to keep reminding yourself not to check the price tags. You'd put whatever he wanted on your princess credit card and call it a day.

"Mommy, let's all be dinosaurs," he said, pointing to a costume in his size. 

You glanced around the area and said, "They don't have any in my size. Can we pick something else?"

"I want you and Daddy to dress up, too," he whined, and you didn't want to have to tell him that you weren't sure if Bradley would be home in the next week and a half to accommodate that wish. 

"Well, I will definitely dress up with you, okay? Let's pick something out where you and I can match."

But he wasn't going to be deterred. He was demanding that all three of you match along with Skittles. You walked around the entire store twice before you found an option that he agreed upon, and you were smiling as you gathered the costumes in all of the necessary sizes. "This is perfect, Sweet Noah," you said as you looked at the costume for Bradley and laughed. You just hoped he would be back in time to wear it. If not, maybe you could ask Maverick. 

The sky was starting to look overcast, so you took Noah home for lunch and didn't feel too bad about keeping him inside for the afternoon, especially when it started raining. You set him up with his array of coloring books at the kitchen table and then went to investigate the extra bedroom. Nobody ever slept in there, so it was a bit dusty. There was basically no furniture besides the bed and an old desk, but it was cozy and perfect for what you had planned. 

Your muscles were sore from standing at work, and you were so tired, but you started moving the bed anyway. You'd have to tell Dr. Kelly and the others that you were pregnant soon. It was time now, but you kept putting it off, enjoying the secret that only you and Bradley really knew about. Plus it still got under your skin a little bit when you considered that other people would have a knee jerk reaction to the timeframe of when you got engaged compared to when you got pregnant. 

"It's none of their business," you whispered to yourself as you walked to the kitchen to check on Noah every few minutes. Then you went back to the bedroom and cleaned, moved things around and took measurements. "How big are cribs, anyway?" you mused before looking up some dimensions online. "Pretty big." 

It took some creativity, but you thought you'd finally sorted out where everything should go. Then you moved Bradley's random junk from the closet to the attic, wiping the sweat from your face with each trip. You kicked your way through the boxes where you'd found the USB drive with the video he made with Meredith. At first you grimaced and thought you might cry, but then you remembered the way he had smashed the stupid thing to bits in the backyard. You wanted him to come home. You needed him to. 

"Mommy?" Noah called out, luring you back into the kitchen. You were a mess, and when you noticed how much he was yawning, you silently rejoiced. 

"It looks like you could use a nap," you said as you kissed the curls on top of his head. He scrambled up into your arms and hugged you, such a tiny reminder of his dad, and you carried him off to his room. After a few stories, he was asleep as the rain picked up a little bit, and you knew this would be the perfect time to take a shower.

You moved Skittles' bed into Noah's room temporarily, and coaxed her in with a treat. "Keep him company in case he wakes up," you whispered, and she walked around in a circle on the plush cushion before settling in. Her crooked, purple bow made you smile. Everything in this house made you smile and think about Bradley. You knew he'd have even more ideas about a theme for the nursery, but you started to scroll through some inspiration online as the shower warmed up for you.

The water ended up feeling better than you anticipated. Your shoulders were sore. Your hips were sore. Every part of your body was aching. It seemed it didn't matter how much you were sleeping, you were still exhausted all day long. Maybe Dr. Kelly would reduce your hours and give you a break. You thought about sneaking home one afternoon a week to take a long nap before going back out to pick Noah up. Then you thought about how Casey hadn't said a single word to you since you told her you were going to her boss. Then you smiled. 

You were squeaky clean when you got dressed again in some old sweats and headed to the kitchen. Your stomach was growling, and you desperately wanted some coffee. "One cup is okay," you whispered, turning on Bradley's fancy machine while you made yourself a snack. You'd been meticulous about how much caffeine you were drinking, and Bradley helped by bringing home only decaf from the coffee shop. You downed the cup, and it was hot and delicious, and almost immediately you had to pee again. 

Your doctor told you that was normal as the baby grew and started to stretch things out. You passed Noah's bedroom door where both he and Skittles were still sound asleep as the rain splattered against his window, and then you went to the bathroom. When you wiped, the toilet paper caught your eye, and your hand started to shake. Pink. Blood. Just a little bit, but there was blood. 

"Oh no," you gasped, a dizzy spell overtaking your body. You'd read about this in your textbooks, and you knew it could happen, but you'd blocked it out of your mind when it came to yourself right now. You didn't want to be an example. You had to grip the toilet seat with one hand to keep steady as you wiped yourself again. There was more blood, a little bit less pink and more red this time. 

Your own breathing was too loud. It was echoing through your mind and through the bathroom, and you wanted to throw up. You eased yourself onto the floor and started to panic. The baby. What if something was happening to the baby? "No," you whispered, trying to ground yourself. Using the edge of the tub, you pulled yourself slowly to your feet, your head spinning more with every inch you moved. "No," you said louder. 

When you were standing on your own, you had yourself almost convinced you'd imagined it. You didn't feel bad. You were just a little sore. There couldn't be anything wrong. You reached for another piece of toilet paper and wiped, but the result was the same. 

Where was your phone? Who were you supposed to call? You walked around in circles around the house while your heart thudded a sickening rhythm in your chest. You paused, unable to locate your phone and convinced you were going to throw up. After you backtracked to the extra bedroom, you found it and unlocked it.

Natasha's name was right there in your recent calls, and you tapped on it before you could even fathom what you were going to tell her. 

"Hi," she said brightly when she eventually answered. "Want me to come over and play with Noah so you can take a break for a little bit?"

"Please," you gasped. "Please come over. Right now."

She must have sensed something in your voice, because hers turned serious as she assured you she was on her way. While you waited for her, you wiped yourself again and again before you made yourself wait in the living room instead of the bathroom. When she walked inside with dripping wet hair and concern on her face, you said, "Noah is still napping. I need to take myself to the emergency room."

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Get to the hospital, Princess. This kind of scenario is very real and has happened to me. I will tread as carefully as I can. Please don't scream at me. We will hear from a doctor in the next chapter. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[wayward-persephone]

im seeing so many asks on your account about the corrupting ernst thing i sent so im gonna keep it going for the people: obviously you’re both head over heels for another and completely oblivious. and what if one day, ernst pulls you aside after sunday service and asks you to stop by later that evening because he has something he’d like to discuss with you. and you, being clueless, think maybe he’s gonna ask for extra help next week at mass or something, but either way you agree and show up back at the church that night. you’re knocking on the door of ernst’s little attachment house and he answers it and he nearly knocks the air out of your lungs bc he’s got on just black pants and a black tshirt, and it almost makes you feel guilty seeing him in anything other than his clerics clothes. he invites you in and offers you a drink of water and you can see he’s kinda on edge and awkward and he just beats around the bush for a while, making pointless small talk bc he doesnt have the guts to tell you why he actually asked you over. but the guilt of his sin is eating him alive and he chokes down the fear and just says it

“i’m afraid that, while i have certainly enjoyed your company and help around the church all this time, it has… lead me to develop certain feelings… for you. feelings that shouldn’t be there. and i know that even though you’ve not known about my feelings, i felt that i had to… sincerely apologize to you for my…. sins.”

you cant even comprehend what he says at first. it doesnt even register. and when you dont say anything, ernst gets scared that he really fucked up by telling you. maybe he should have kept his mouth shut, at least you wouldn’t know that he’s been longing after you. and he starts to scramble to apologize, to make some excuse as to why he said what he said. but you cut him off with a quiet “reverend.” and he stops dead. and your face feels like it’s on fire. “i need to confess my sins too. i’ve had the same…. feelings. i uh… i’ve thought about you in a way someone shouldn’t think about their pastor. and i need to apologize for it as well.” and poor ernst, he cant believe what he just heard. and after he takes a second to understand, he starts to ramble about why neither of you can act on those feelings, why it’s sinful, why you’ll probably have to spend less time together. but the whole time he’s talking, you find yourselves moving closer to each other, almost like you have no control over your feet. and you stop just inches from one another and ernst has started trailing off, not really sure what he’s saying. you both start leaning in towards each other and hes towering over you, looking right into your eyes and he’s whispering, “we cant do this..” and you whisper back “no we cant” right as he’s finally, finally kissing you hard like you’ve been thinking about ever since you first saw him. and one thing leads to another and that’s how you find yourself thrown onto his bed with his head between your thighs and you whispering his name through tears

Y E S 😤👌

[theglassesgirl]

Casually thinking about the LOVs reactions to Toga being upset about Jin🥲

I genuinely wanna know what Compress would’ve done if Toga had said she wasn’t okay with the plan to go forward and knock off as many heroes as they could while saving Shiggy??? Was he going to let her go? Drop her off? Let her sit on the sidelines??? In THIS point of the game??????

Earlier he was so genuinely shocked that Toga went off the deep when Jin died, perhaps he’s trying to make up for that lapse in his opinion of her by giving her an out…..even though they’re LITERALLY endgaming atm (as far as they know) all because she’s upset🥲

I also find it interesting how compress thought it was weird for dabi not to try to reason with Toga

(Team mom energy aside, compress is right in that, at the very least, Dabi would usually say something a little less sappy than Spinner about her not getting her crazy self killed)

And yeah, I know dabi haters latch onto the whole “dabi said he doesn’t care about the league; only his own agenda!” Thing but it’s easy to debunk; yeah, he’s saying he doesn’t care here and he’s grinning in anticipation to #cancellingendeavor but he IS looking at Toga atm when he wasn’t just a scene ago.

His later moments w her in the manga make me think he’s starting to see her as a kindred spirit at this moment, but since she’s determined to talk to Ochako first, he’s pretty much okay with letter her to

He also tells Skeptic to stop eavesdropping - not “hey don’t get distracted” but to stop listening on THEIR conversation cuz it’s private and between LOV members only 😤😤

Also this scene from last week🥹instead of telling her to shut up or mind her business, Dabi just tells her it’s fine. Not that HEs fine. That it’s fine. I already talked about how Toga is a little hyper aware of the other league members at the moment and if them not dying on her 🥹🥹but like….dabi isn’t rude or an asshole when he doesn’t WANT to be, and he generally wants to be 98 percent of the time, so it’s significant when he isn’t!

Big bro Spinner moment too

I don’t think ENOUGH people appreciate how genuinely surprised Toga was that Spinner mentioned Jin out right. After Magne died, Toga and Jin mostly latched onto each cuz they’re both the most emotionally driven and open members of the team.

Oh, the LOV absolutely avenged Magne in her eyes, but with Jin, she’s genuinely unsure of where to go from here. As far as she knows, Compress was already sort of doubting her, and she had to reassure him that she just wants to talk to SOMEONE she admires to get her head on straight again (generally speaking).

Yeah, I think she’s relieved that she’s not alone in this awful feeling, but isn’t going to be pushed aside because of how she’s choosing to cope. She doesn’t even acknowledge what Spinner said and I can come up with a THOUSAND reasons (maybe she’s about to cry, maybe she feels a little like she doesn’t want to come back in one piece, maybe she’s just grateful, maybe she’s not ready to even talk about it the healthy way that spinner is suggesting MAYBE MY GIRL NEEDS A HUG )

Maybe she just wanted to say bye because she couldn’t say that to Jin before he left.

[darthmaulification]

jango fett nsfw alphabet

A/N: jango fett... my love of loves... 😳🤲💗 also, pronouncing jango as yango in my mind as i write has become my fixation for the week. 😌 i wish we got more of him though. woulda been nice. 👊😔

this has been sitting half-done in my drafts for... a while... and i know that i’ve had a couple of requests for a jango nsfw alphabet, so i sat down and finished up this bitch. 😤

again, when i write nsfw alphabets, they do tend to imply afab!reader, because that’s just my experience and what i’m most familiar/comfortable writing. however, if you omit particular lines, it works well enough for gn!reader as well! ✌

nsfw below the cut! 😘

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?

Jango takes aftercare very very seriously. He’s naturally caring, so it also comes easy to him as well. Jango wants you to be fully comfortable, clean, and not have any serious aches after any round (or rounds) of sex. He gets you anything you may need, like a damp cloth, a massage, or he’ll even run you a warm bath/shower. He’ll be talking to you throughout the whole routine, in this soft, almost sweet voice, because he’s kinda all mushy from that after sex glow as well. Jango, as part of the aftercare, also cuddles you.

B = body part (what’s their favorite body part of their partner? what about themselves?)

Jango genuinely does love every part of your body, so it’s hard for him to choose a favorite. You’re perfect to him which makes it difficult to love any part of you more than another. However, he does tend to favor the more tender areas of your body. Be that your thighs, ass, tummy, breasts, etc etc, Jango likes the soft, malleable parts that he’s able to squeeze. He particularly enjoys seeing your plush flesh spilling from between his fingers as he rails you, and the drastic difference of your soft body against his firm, muscled one. 

If Jango had to choose a part of his body as his favorite, he’d choose his hands. He does everything with them, his entire life’s work has been carried out by his hands, from firing a blaster to raising Boba. They are the epicenter of every action he’s ever enacted, and they work pretty damn good, so his hands are definitely top priority. Also, Jango really enjoys seeing his hands all over you. The juxtaposition of his weathered, large hands on your smooth skin is a heavenly sight for him.

C = cum (basically anything to do with cum)

He cums inside, without fail. Jango loves nothing more than to bottom out inside you, pushing his cock as deep as it can go, and feel the warm, velvety heat of your core around him as he fires a load straight to your womb. Jango has a good amount of cum too, hot, sticky, white stuff that comes out in lengthy staccato spurts, that always takes a couple of good, hard thrusts to fully finish. Though if your less than thrilled to have Jango cum inside you, his pull out game is pretty damn strong, and he’ll oblige no questions asked. 

D = dirty secret (what’s their dirty secret?)

Jango just wants to settle down somewhere, preferably on a remote enough Outer Rim planet or moon, and just... make babies. He wants to make a whole damn squadron with you, have a hoard of brats (lead by Boba, of course) running around, with you pregnant and glowing, all while you live unbothered and away from Jedi, Kaminoans, war— everything. Jango has this vision in mind of you, him, and Boba just packing up and leaving to some distant planet’s village and building from the ground up, starting a new, peaceful life. He desperately wants that domesticity with you, filled with Boba and even more children and love and happiness. 

And even if you don’t want any more children, he still wants everything else with you.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jango may not have been the biggest stud out there, but he has had his fair share of conquests. He’s never had a solid, actual relationship before you, all the others being hook ups from cantinas or brothels, because his job, lifestyle, and later Boba really demanded most of his attention. But, Jango has gotten close with enough women to know his way around the block, as well as read enough material to learn rather interesting ways to please another person.

F = favorite position (what’s their favorite position?)

Jango is a bit vanilla when it comes to positions, because he has his favorites that he doesn’t really stray from. So here they are:

Missionary. Jango likes basic missionary for the control it gives him. He loves being on top of you, able to do just about anything he pleases with your body and watch as you writhe and moan beneath him. He likes watching your face contort with pleasure when he’s flush on top of you, hips bucking and fingers toying with your clit. he likes when you pull him close with your legs, though sometimes he’ll grab you by the backs of your knees, folding you back, and slam into you like there’s no tomorrow. Jango also likes missionary for how intimate and personal it is, how yours and his bodies are entwined together.

Butterfly. He loves this position so much. Jango loves having you like this on the bed or a table, loves having your ankles on his shoulders or holding your legs at his sides as he ruts deep into you. It gives him a lot of control, which he enjoys, and the most perfect view of you coming undone, the way your lips cry his name, how your breasts bounce, and the view it gives of his cock plunging in and out of you. It’s also the position Jango’s able to hold out the longest in, and especially the one he’s able to fuck you thoroughly through your orgasm in.

G = goofy (are they the more serious type, or more humorous?)

Jango is a Closet Romantic, so he can get uncharacteristically sappy during sex. He’s not goofy, he won’t be cracking jokes or smiling like a madman, but he will have just the most tender look in his eyes, alongside the lust, like he’s realizing he loves you over and over again. This makes him less serious in return, because he looks too damn happy to be all stoic and overly focused. But that doesn’t mean he’s slacking or letting up in any way, that’s for sure. Jango is fully focused on making sure you wail from the pleasure he gives you.

H = hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Jango is very into his personal upkeep, so he’s always sure to trim downstairs. He isn’t vain, but he is a functionalist, so he keeps the tuft to a minimum. Same goes for the rest of the hair on his body, Jango keeps his hair short and is cleanshaven 98% of the time. It’s all about manageability for him.

I = intimacy ( how intimate are they during sex?)

Again, Jango is a Closet Romantic, so he is pretty darn intimate, despite how rough, hard, or kinky the sex may be. He keeps sex intimate through other means, like how he’s almost always face to face with you, or how he’s constantly calling you pet names like “Mesh’la” or “Cyar’ika”. Jango is always so close to you, like his being is one with yours, and it is amazing. He’ll be pounding you raw, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, but the whole time he’ll be telling you how much he loves you and you’ll feel it in your soul. Jango is intimate in a brutally wonderful way.

J = jack off (do they masturbate?)

Before he met you? Not all that often, maybe once in a blue moon. He didn’t have much time, to be honest, nor the will to. After he met you? ... Well, whenever you’re on his mind and he’s got that itch that needs scratching. It doesn’t happen often, but Jango does realize he’s yanking it more than he ever used to.

K = kinks (any kinks?)

Oh, yeah. Jango’s the type of man who looks all unassuming and vanilla on the surface, but Maker when you dig a little, he’s one kinky gentleman. Here’s his main ones:

Daddy kink. Jango is a bonifide DILF, so if you call him Daddy he’ll be on you in no time flat. He likes how the name falls off your lips when he’s got you bouncing on his cock, or how there’s a satisfying ring to it when you’re begging him to let you come. In fact, he likes the name so much he’ll probably be okay with it if you say it to him in public.

Breeding/pregnancy kink. ALL MANDALORIANS HAVE BREEDING KINKS. I said what I said and I meant what I said!! Fuck, Jango wants to get you pregnant so bad it has his balls aching. He cums in you every time, makes sure all his cum stays deep inside you, and grunts out how sexy you’d look with a round belly, with tits full of milk, all glowy and beautiful in the way pregnant women are. It’s his desire for family that really kicks in, and that Jango was raised to value and honor parenthood and children like every Mandalorian is taught.

Bondage. Specifically with blue ribbon, of all things. Jango loves nothing more than to tie you up, maybe lace your wrists together behind your back, tie your ankles to the bedposts, he loves the control it gives him, the access. He is also very much a fan of the view, of your tight, glistening cunt that’s all needy for him. If you’re not a fan of bondage though, Jango won’t be upset or hold it against you, but he may just ask for you to wear the blue ribbon, like lingerie he’s able to pull at a little.

Marking. Jango doesn’t like biting, but he does love leaving dark, big hickeys all over your body. His lips are constantly on your skin, whenever he isn’t busy teasing, sucking dark marks on your neck, back, breasts, everywhere. And again, he doesn’t like biting, but there’ll be times when his teeth just barely graze your skin, and sometimes he nibble at your earlobe or other delicate parts of your body.

Size kink. Jango may not be the biggest man, but he’ll always be big to you. It’s his presence that really does it, the aura that surrounds him and makes him ten times larger. It’s powerful and intimidating, and Jango knows this and revels in it. He loves being the big, strong man doting on his sweet, small partner, loves how you look under him and his hands, how your pussy has to stretch around his cock. It’s utterly obscene how horny it makes Jango to see your cute slit swallow his dick, how your tight core takes him with a bit of struggle every time. It makes him go especially feral if he’s able to see himself poke against your skin from the inside.

L = location (favorite place to “do the do”?)

The bedroom, for a couple practical reasons. One, Boba exists, and it’s every parent’s nightmare to have their child walk in on them doing the do. Two, it’s the most secure and safe place Jango and you have. He keeps the bedroom fortified like he would a small army base, there are hidden weapons, sensors, etc— In fact, yours and Jango’s bedroom also doubles as a safety bunker should it be necessary. 

And since the bedroom is so safe, Jango is completely comfortable and at ease inside it, so he’s more inclined to do positively nasty things to/with you.

M = motivation (what gets them turned on?)

Jango gets pretty motivated to roll in the hay quite easily, but if there’s any sure fire way you can get him hard in seconds it would be lingerie. He finds you so sexy in something downright scandalous. You’re dressed all scantily clad just for him? Yes, please. You lean over and whisper you’ve got a thong on? He’s making sure Boba is off doing something for a long period of time so he can have his way with you. Lingerie and other suggestive clothing makes Jango weak in the knees.

N = NO (what’s their turn offs?)

Jango draws the line at sadism. He doesn’t, and won’t ever, want to hurt you in any way, even if you asked for it. The thought of him laying a hand on you like that makes him shut down. It’d be a definite mood killer.

O = oral (do they have a preference in giving/receiving?)

Listen, Jango is a caring man, he loves to give head. He lives for the feeling of your thighs on either side of his head, the way you tremble and clench, the taste of your wet pussy and delectable, sweet release. Jango seeks to work you to near overstimulation with his mouth, bringing you to the edge and leaving you there before he brutally makes you hit orgasm. And if you haven’t cum at least twice from him going down on you alone, Jango feels he failed and it’s now a dire mission to correct the wrong.

Now for receiving head... Jango gets kinda feral when you do. If you want to suck him off, he gets very controlling and very dominate. He clasps a sturdy hand on the back of your head, controls your pace, and orders you on exactly he wants done to him. Expect to take his whole length, with enough prep, in your mouth and have Jango all but throat fuck you. You’ll definitely be deepthroating that bitch, so slobber on his cock a little bit, Jango likes seeing you all messy like that.

P = pace & PDA (are they soft, sensual, rough, or feral? are they open to displaying the relationship?)

Jango fucks like your his lifeline, which you kinda are, so he often times goes hard and rough, but with an overpowering sensuality that leaves you breathless. He spends every second he’s on you making sure you know you’re utterly perfect while simultaneously blowing your back out and ruining you with all the dirty things that come out of his mouth. His hands never leave you for a second, always he is exploring your body like it’s always the first time he has, lips leaving searing kisses all over you, completely and utterly ravishing you. Jango puts his entire being into fucking, all of his effort into loving you. 

Sometimes though, Jango will go gentler. He’ll maintain that same intensity, but he’ll be more tender, something akin to soft. Usually he’s like this if he’s feeling particularly sappy and/or lovey-dovey, but he’ll also go like this if you ask, specifically if you use the words “make love”.

Q = quickies (what’s their opinion on quickies?)

Jango would have definitely been more inclined towards quickies pre-Boba, but since he has a son who’s no longer a baby and can walk and has the tendency to explore, Jango can’t really ensure the privacy of a quickie in a hallway, or the kitchen, or the Slave I... or anywhere for that matter. So while he does thoroughly enjoy them, any opportunity to stick his dick in you is golden in his book, he and you kinda have to be aware of the young boy who has the possibility to pop up whenever.

R = risks (are they okay with experimenting? do they take risks?)

The only risks that Jango would ever take would be in an environment where Jango has full control over any and all factors. This means he won’t pull you into a storage closet to fuck unless he knows for a fact no one is coming down the hallway anytime soon, or he knows that no one uses the empty bedroom you found, or anything else for that matter. However, Jango can’t always ensure that, so don’t expect too many sexual escapades in less than appropriate areas.

On the topic of kinks, positions, toys and whatnot, Jango is far more willing to experiment, especially with toys and positions. He likes a little flare, so he’ll gladly accept to try fun sex positions you’ve seen on the holonet, or a new toy you purchased. Jango will only draw a hard line at stuff that has too high of a potential to hurt you, or him for that matter.

S = stamina (how many rounds can they last?)

Because Jango paces himself so well and is a master of self control, he can go for a long time, especially if he’s fairly well rested and in relatively good condition. He can easily last 3-4 rounds before his body tells him to go the fuck to sleep, and even when that happens, he might eat you out one last time (if you’re so inclined and willing). 

T = toys (do they own/use any toys?)

(in Patrick voice) Is ribbon a toy? Jango owns a length of cobalt blue ribbon that he uses to tie you up, and a small vibrator that he likes to overstimulate your clit with, should you be okay with either of the two. He’s never personally had toys of his own (waste of money, no one to use it on, etc) but after meeting you, those (especially the ribbon) were the first ones he’s ever bought. If you have any toys, Jango might be a bit adverse to any that you intend to try on him, depending upon the toy’s purpose.

U = unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Yes. Jango teases in the smuggest, most prideful way possible that’ll make you want to rip your hair out, but it’s all so painfully eloquent and well-mannered, it’s sexy. He’s the master of making his teasing sound worth it, that’ll you’ll want to hear it all over again and again. This sentiment extends to what he actually does to you as well, which sucks but is so perfect at the same time. Jango is able to tease you just right, stopping at perfectly infuriating times that’ll have you hot and bothered before indulging you wonderfully before he does it all over again.

V = volume (how loud or quiet are they during sex?)

Jango is more talkative than anything else, spending most his time teasing you, letting the most polite dirty things slip past his lips. But when he really gets going, Jango gets louder, grunting more, low groans reverberating in his chest and throat, occasionally cussing in Mando’a. It all depends on the type of sex you’re having, whether it’s slow and passionate or rough and frenzied.

W = wildcard (what’s a random headcanon?)

Jango loves it when you mark him up a bit too. Whether that be leaving cute little love bites on his chest and neck, or long scratches down his back, or even only the barely noticeable divots of your fingernails on his shoulders— Jango will wear them unapologetically and proudly. He won’t go out of his way to show them off (who even sees him out of his armor anyways?), but knowing that they’re there is enough for him to get a little smug about it. 

X = x-ray & x-tra (what’s underneath those clothes? any more random headcanons?”)

Jango’s got a nice bod, that’s for damn sure. He’s doesn’t have that statuesque, male model body that’s plastered on advertisements, but his sturdy frame certainly isn’t undesirable in the slightest. Jango is broad everywhere; from his wide, strong shoulders, to his large hands, to every beefy muscle on his body. He has probably the best pair of pecs out there, bulky and deliciously brushed with dark chest hair, and a very cute firm stomach with minimal yet powerful definition. There’s also something to be said about his arms and legs, all of which are absolutely stacked with bulging muscle, toned from years of training and fighting. Jango has a body that radiates strength and power, intimidating but incredibly handsome.

He has some scars too, most mar the bronze skin of his hands and arms, but there’s a few significant ones on his torso and legs as well. Most have gone silvery with age, but there’s a couple that are more pink. Jango may not ever admit it, but some of the older scars, especially the larger, thicker ones, give him phantom pains every once in a while. He finds it very comforting if you kiss them.

Now, the best part. Jango is packing heat in his pants. He’s got a good cock on him, that’s for damn sure. He’s not pornstar big, coming in at 6.5 inches in length, but Maker is he girthy. Jango’s penis is just under 3 inches in diameter, almost the width of a soda can. He’s uncut, and when erect it has a subtle tilt to the left and up. It’s also weighty, so you’ll really be able to feel it when he’s in.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jango has a moderately high sex drive. He’s not one to find everything you’re doing a turn on (coughMaulcough), but he gets a lil’ frisky and handsy if you’re looking all cute doing your thing. Jango also tends to want you a bit more if he’s been parted from you for any amount of time, especially after long, tireless missions when all he thinks about is returning to you.

Of course, he has to exercise his self-restraint, because there is a certain third party by the name of Boba who Jango does not want to have walk in while he’s doing... less than appropriate things to you. So Jango is able to quell his sex drive quite well and save it for later.

Z = zzzz (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

Normally, Jango kinda has a bit of trouble falling asleep, often laying awake for a long few hours, because he has a lot to worry about in his life (and a lot of unresolved guilt too). Though, after a few rounds or so of sex, he’s more inclined to fall asleep from the exertion and that mellow, sleepy afterglow sex has the tendency to be followed up with. Jango still doesn’t fall asleep all to fast after, but once he’s got you cleaned up and you’re both happy and curled up next to each other, he’ll fall asleep maybe half an hour or so after you have. He always falls asleep after you, regardless.

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in a 1 to 10 ranking, how hot do you think lou-diamond is in 'the big hit'?

asghjdhgjkdh seriously

Thanks for reminding me of that movie cuz I haven't watched it literally in years even though I have it on dvd xDD but since you so kindly asked, I actually dug it out of my dvd shelf after all these years and took some time to take these wonderful screenshots of him (since, you know, google didn't do him justice). i obviously didn't buy this movie just for him. obviously

okay so honestly I'd rate him maybe 7/10 cause that mustache/beard combination thing is not doing anything for me honestly :'D and he's got some weird gold tooth too ajhjfhhjg

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BUT

BUT

He's ripped. He's armed and dangerous. He's morally corrupt, delightfully evil and has a sense of drama.

and he's got so much love for mel (keeps calling him 'baby' too)

I mean, what's not to love there XDDD 💖💖💖 so yeah thanks for reminding me of this movie!!! I had so much fun watching it after a long time.

I'm following you bc you're amazing and every single one of your edits is a treasure and bc omg so many of them make me laugh so hard 🌟🌟

Aww thanks so much! 🥺😭🥰 You are amazing too!!! 💖✨ And I'm so glad that you value my edits and that some of them make you laugh too! I always try to pick the stuff for funny edits that makes me laugh, and it gives me so much joy to read people's tags (yours included) and see that mission accomplished. 🤗🤩

who would you swap bodies with for a week: billy or steve?

Honestly, I don't know. Maybe Steve? 😅 I mean I'd love to see what's going on in Billy boy's head sometimes, to try and understand why he's acting the way he is. But honestly, we don't know much about Steve either right? We haven't seen his parents, don't know much about his childhood and his trademark is being 'dumb' and having 'great hair', but we all know he's more than that. I think it would be an interesting week indeed. 😄

favorite xena moment? :D

Oh gosh, I haven't actually watched Xena in a long time and haven't even seen all the seasons yet. D:

But you know I'm a Callisto girl 😏 like I think I had a legit crush on her when I was around 9-10 years old maybe.

Obviously there are a lot of good scenes between Xena and Gabrielle too. 😘 And Joxer the Mighty afjjghfkgjk

i associate you by now with so many of my favorite movies and shows!

Honestly, same!!! 💖💖💖 I still can't believe that we share so many fandoms & favorite actors in common, and it's this fandom that finally brought us 'together' 😂😍 It is ✨destiny✨ also great taste 😇🤭 My small fandom experience could've been so much better & less lonely if only we had talked before! 😤 Oh well, I'm glad you're here now 😘

you tell me a secret!

As if I had any secrets. 🤣🤣🤣 I mean ones that I'd actually want to tell anyone 😂

3 movies you'd take with you to a desert island xD

Oh gosh xDD There are so many movies that I'd love to take with me.

But let's see...

The Breakfast Club - because I need at least one 80's movie with me. And it's a pretty good high school & teen drama movie imo.

Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey - this movie made me cry as a kid and the ending scene still brings tears to my eyes. I mean two talking dogs and one cat going on a huge adventure in the wildnerness. There's humor, there's drama and there's some angst too. But it's a great family movie, brings a smile to my face (along with those tears). :)

Cube - Because I love me some good psychological horror.

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Thanks so much for these lovely questions & I had fun answering them. 😊🥰 You're obviously getting an ask from me too, so be prepared. 😎💖