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marzley · 2 years

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condolences and death; a sunshipduo fan au

created by @kawabeloved @marzley and @gardentoms

s!guqqie is the eldest daughter of seven to the king and queen of merfolk. she loves all her sisters dearly and often lets herself be pushed into their shadow. on her 18th birthday guqqie, as the royal firstborn, must complete a historic tradition to prove she is worthy to inherit the throne. the oldest sibling must kill the youngest. but she refuses and is banished to a frozen ocean where time moves differently.

s!aimsey is the youngest child of a wealthy and successful family. each of their siblings names are known around the world for a variety of different accomplishments. aimsey isnt like them even if he wants to be. his parents and siblings didn’t think he had what it takes. she wants to sail the world and adventure alongside her best friend and first mate s!michela. so he does. one morning the two pack what he can, buy a boat, and set sail.

guqqie makes a home for herself in the ruins of an abandoned sea temple. she’s completely alone for 4 years.

aimsey and michela travel for 4 years. they make friends, faced enemies, camped on beaches beneath the stars, drank, and even placed bets on who would perish from the adventures first. or at least they did until a sudden storm in the middle of frozen waters crashed their ship.

after michela gained consciousness she searched for her friend day after day after day. it had been a month until michela and the mysteriously undamaged ship return home to ask aimseys family for assistance in finding xem.

guqqie didn’t know if it was curiosity, stupidity, or loneliness that caused her to investigate the crash. but after pulling a mysterious two tailed(?) creature ashore she realized it was a mix of all three.

when aimsey woke she immediately started searching for michela. she was no where to be found and their ship had lodged itself halfway into an iceberg.

guqqie hesitantly introduces themself to aimsey and asks him “what are you?”

“uh,” he stutters out, “a human? what the hell are you?!”

then it clicks for her. “a human. i-i’ve never seen a human before. merfolk prefer the deep ocean anyway but occasionally travelers would return with stories about the ones with nets. because of the whole war with the guardians we decided to just leave them alone, this is amazing!”

“wait, mermaids?“ he steps closer to the water and guqqie splashes her tail. it reflects a multitude of silver, purple, and blue hues.

“holy shit. you’re a mermaid.”

the two continue talking and their conversations flow in such a natural way. aimsey talks about michela and his shipwreck. he needs to rebuild his ship and find her but they don’t mind spending a little time with the pink haired mermaid. the pit stop would give him plenty to write about in their adventure log. guqqie doesn’t really understand why aimsey is so desperate to find their friend but she doesn’t question it at first.

on day two guqqie helps search for supplies to fix aimseys boat with. while at work aimsey takes the opportunity to learn more about merfolk.

“so the other day you mentioned a war.”

“mhm. merfolk and the guardians have been at war since I was a child. it’s been so long I think both sides don’t even remember what their fighting about anymore. the temple-“

“hold on, did you say guardians? man I haven’t heard that name in forever.”

“what do you mean?”

“those things are fucking ancient. went extinct like 30 thousand years ago.”

guqqie went silent. she had been here four years. it wasn’t possible for guardians to be extinct before she even arrived. unless time moved slower here…

she wasn’t a fool. over the next couple of days guqqie began asking aimsey just as many, if not more, questions about his home. specifically the past.

after a full week they share the first kiss. aimsey continues to write in her adventure log and work on the ship.

"what's your greatest wish?" s!guqqie asks one night as s!aimsey works on fixing his boat, s!guqqie keeping him company into the late hours.

s!aimsey laughs. "i'm a sailor, darling. i've told you this already."

"that's not what i meant," s!guqqie frowns, tail fluttering in the low tide. "i didn't ask what you Are, i asked what you wish. what's the one thing you've always wanted?"

s!aimsey's teasing grin falls away as he pauses, his brow furrowed in thought. "i guess what i want most of all-" he finally says. "- is to be remembered. to feel like my time here meant something, yknow?"

s!guqqie frowns. "i remember you. isn't that enough?"

s!aimsey laughs again and presses a kiss to s!guqqie's temple. "of course, darling. what else could i need?" (italics above written by kawa @kawabeloved)

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“i bet michela’s lookin’ for me,” s!aimsey remarks, “i should find a way out of here so i can tell her i’m alright.”

it’s been a few weeks since he’d become stranded in s!guqqie’s temple - for the two of them, at least. but time passes differently here, and the siren knows it.

“i- i don’t know if that’s a good idea,” s!guqqie replies, warily.

s!aimsey’s brows furrow. “the ship seems to be in much better state, guq. people are probably wond’rin where i am.”

“i just…” the siren begins, “i don’t know if you’ll like what you find.”

“what?” the sailor asks, a pit growing in her stomach. “what do you mean?”

“time is strange here,” guqqie explains. “a short time in here, in my temple, is much longer out there.”

“what?!” aimsey splutters, “why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“i- i didn’t think it mattered!” guqqie exclaims

“things like that don’t matter to me, to my people. so i- i thought it would be okay, at first. sirens live forever. time isn’t of any concern to us. but you’ve told me so much about humans…” the girl trails off, unable to meet the sailor’s eyes.

silence weighs heavy on them.

aimsey grits his teeth, shaking with sadness and anger and grief and regret. “you thought it would be okay?” he all but snarls accusatorially, “you didn’t care to ask? didn’t care to tell me? did you do it on purpose, because you didn’t want me to leave?!”

“i-”

“no,” aimsey interrupts, tone dark and biting. “no, no. you did it on purpose. you couldn’t stand bein’ lonely in your little temple anymore with no one to care about you and nowhere to belong. you wanted me to be trapped here with you forever, didn’t you?”

guqqie trembles.

“no,” she breathes, “no, aimsey, i never meant to hurt you i promi—”

“well it’s a little late for that!” aimsey snaps. “what are you going to do now, force me to stay?”

a part of guqqie breaks when they hear those words.

“no,” she croaks. “i would never do that to you.”

all aimsey does is laugh, bitterly. “might as well,” he replies, “you’ve already done enough.”

“aimsey, i-” guqqie calls, but aimsey has already walked away. (italics above written by lua @gardentoms)

the sailor returns home. the first grave he finds is his mothers. next to her in the rest of his family including generations he would never know. he also found michela’s grave. deep down he knew she spent the remainder of her life looking for him.

the mermaid waits on the very iceberg her lover crashed. she was so terrified of aimsey leaving so she erased that option. and now he's left her forever. maybe her real punishment wasn’t being alone but rather being without him.

after learning everyone he loved, expect for guqqie, had died aimsey didn’t know what to do. he couldn’t stay but he couldn’t go back to guqqie. he wouldn’t be able to face her. he writes his final journal entry, grabs a bottle of whiskey, finds a cave, and waits as he withers away.

guqqie i’m still on the iceberg. she’d be there the rest of her immoral life staring west as the horizon. the direction she last saw his boat. west, where day after eternal day she watches their sun settle over the water.

sirens and sailors were a cautionary tale that everyone knew.

their song lures you in, so beautiful that you are unable to turn away. so beautiful it’s deadly. but if you listened close enough you’d realize the melancholy medley wasn’t actually singing…it was sobbing.

it’s not a song that lures you in, it’s the story behind each wail. the sound fills sailors ears with unbearable sadness that they all end up jumping overboard.

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jade-kyo · 1 month

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RvB 20th rewatch: s8

Here it is… honestly might be the best season.. idk 13 and 10 are up there too but g o d there is something special about 8. Fucking peak cinema.

DOC!!!!!!!!

Love how this opening scene parallels season 2

The thing you have to remember about this season is during the entirety of it Donut is just bleeding out in Valhalla… the entire time. And bro still survives. Fucking cockroach.

GRIF TUCKER FRIENDSHIP!!!!

“It’s not fair! I worship Church way before it was cool to worship him!”

I love that not being able to wear pants is the one thing that actually gets to Church

I AM THE BEST-

SARGE IS SO SMART!!!! Seriously his character is SO GOOD in the recollection I go FERAL

Shotgun

GOD the way my jaw still drops every time that warthog busts through the wall

Doc in the wall

WASHINGTON!!!!!!!

“Don’t do it you fuckeeeeeerrr”

They call Grif yellow so frequently how did I never notice it before 😂

DELTA!!!!!

LOVE this show letting its characters make bad jokes

I love how even as a villain Wash is still hilarious and fun to watch

DOC SAYS FUCK

Bad jokes my beloved

“Wash you can’t kill everyone you meet” // “why not?” Bro is so real for that

My beauty

My beloved

My queen

My goddess

AGENT TEXAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fun fact: Tex vs the reds and blues was the first thing I ever saw from Red vs Blue. My brother showed it to me when I was nine. I thought it was hilarious

“Buttons! Oh man I love buttons!” Quoted line

PROTECT ME CONE

“I feel defeated yet inexplicably rejuvenated!”

“Knock the black right off ya” // “that’s racist”

G O D

She so fucking sexy

Honestly I get Church. If I bagged a girl like Tex I too would commit war crimes

THE ICONIC CHEX MOMENT I LOVE THEMMMMMMM

DIVORCED VIBES MY BELOVED

Wash is so fed up… don’t worry babygirl you will rediscover your inner silly soon

“It not god dude, it’s church, he just thinks he’s god”

LOVE META AND WASH BEING A LITTLE SILLY

D I V O R C E D V I B E S

The whole scene between Church, Tex, and Tucker. It’s just so silly. I love them.

I feel like Wash still being a likable character is a big part of why him just switching sides at the end works so well

Washington used to wet the bed

Tucker getting frustrated with Tex and Church constantly getting themselves killed… taking notes…

Meta is just beating the shit out of a dead alien akdhkahsk

I love Sheila

I think we should rename the Chex ship name to divorced vibes

“I didn’t want to come back” damn Tex…

Here it comes… THE quintessential red team moment

MAYBE YOURE ALL HERE BECAUSE DEEP DOWN YOU WANT TO BE HERE

THE ANSWER TO THE QUESTION THAT STARTED IT ALL IS THAT THEY ACTIVELY CHOOSE TO BE HERE BECAUSE THEY WANT TO BE HERE I AM FUCKING FERAL SEASON 8 MY BELOVED

RED TEAM HAS SUCH GOOD CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT ITS SO SUBTLE YOU DONT EVEN REALIZE ITS HAPPENING AND THEN IT HITS YOU AND YOU REALIZE JUST HOW FAR THEYVE ALL COME AND I AKSHKAHSKSBAKHSKSBS

ICE FIGHT AISHKAHSK POSSIBLY MY FAVORITE FIGHT IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING SHOW F E R A L

Also love that despite everything Doc still helps Wash

HERE COMES THE CALVARY

God this moment between Church and Wash has so many layers I am frothing at the mouth

And here it comes… the moment they went from red vs blue to the reds and blues… one team with complete and total faith in one another

THE FACT THAT SARGE GRABS THE MEMORY UNIT OFF META SO IT WONT BE PULLED OFF THE CLIFF WITH HIM AHSKHAKSBAKHSKS FUCKING FERAL

Me when Church calls Caboose buddy and trusts him to remember him HAKSHAKSHSKSJJS F E R A L

AND THUS WASH IS FORCED INTO HIS REDEMPTION BY THIS GROUP OF MULTICOLORED IDIOTS AAAAHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

“We always seem to find each other for better or for worse” usually worse

“If you’ve gotta live the rest of your life in a memory… you might as well make it a good one” screaming crying throwing up

Foaming at the mouth over here bro I go so feral over this season HOLY SHIT THE HYPE IS SO REAL THROUGH THE ENTIRE THING god I fucking love this show so much. Also I think this might be the longest one of these posts has gotten

#jadey speaks #rvb #red vs blue

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thetragicallynerdy · 1 year

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Hi, I'm here from the tealoranges tag! Fic title meme: Are You Going to Scarborough Fair?

Alright alright, I finally had the brains to think about this and write something! (For those who haven't heard of it, this meme is that you send me a fic title, and I sketch out the fic I think would match it. I am not accepting further prompts for this meme at this time.)

I know that this one would go really nicely as a like, farmers market au, but hear me out: post-war au and farmer’s market au. Because the canticle aspect of Simon & Garfunkle’s version of Scarborough Fair always, always makes me think about war (because, y’know, it’s about war). But, because it’s Jim and Olu, and I really wouldn’t ever write an actual war type fic, lets go with “Canon time - Jim, returning from their holy mission, and Oluwande, who sells his wares at the market.”

When I started typing this I was going to say it was more vibes than plot (the Vibes being an exhausted Jim who’s killed a whole lot of men and then returned home to find that they’re still not at peace, and then they meet Oluwande) but now there’s like 1000+ words of plot so here u go:

Jim never made it to Nassau as their first stop in their mission. They don’t meet Oluwande, and they instead spend ten-fifteen years tracking down every last member of the Siete Gallos. Alfeo de la Vaca is not their first. He’s closer to their last, which is the main reason that they keep at it so long – a) there is no one to encourage them to stop, and b) they haven’t killed the one that matters yet.

Somewhere along the way, they have exactly one run in with Blackbeard and Stede, who we can presume are still doing their romance off to the side. They see a handsome Black man with a teal earring on the crew who catches their eye – but then they forget about him.

Oluwande, meanwhile, got out of Spanish Jackie’s for other reasons, about the same time as he would’ve in canon. He finds Stede, and has a rather successful career in piracy before he finally settles down and buys a home. He learns how to make jewelry, and sells it. Tiny trinkets, that sort of thing, to keep his hands busy. For some reason, he really liked St. Augustine the last time they were there. He settles down.

Jim finally finishes their hit list. They return to St. Augustine, scarred and hardened and hoping to find some semblance of peace, because all they feel is a hollowness in their chest and a bone-deep weariness. They come home to a home that’s still empty and ruined, overgrown after decades of neglect.

Whether or not Nana is still alive is up to you. If she is, her exuberance over Jim being done their mission grates against the disenchantment they’re feeling. If she’s not, there’s a point of grief over ‘she was the one I was doing this for, and she’s not even here to see it.’

Either way – Jim is not doing great. They try and fix up the farm, but mainly fix up the house enough to live in, and wallow. The Beautiful Life they were promised afterwards hasn’t happened, and everything feels like dust. Very ‘returning from war and finding yourself at odds with the world’ type vibes.

But then they wander into the market one morning when they’re coming in to, I dunno, buy food, and they happen across a tiny stall, run by a beautiful man with a teal earring. He sells jewelry, and it feels so frivolous, so unnecessary, but they can’t help but stop and look at it. Jewelery isn’t even their thing, but they can’t help but reach out and touch the intricate little earrings.

Oluwande recognizes them. And, in true Oluwande fashion, blurts out “holy shit, I know you.” This is not immediately a concern. Most people in town know them, by rumour at the very least, of the Jimenez child who lived. It’s a small place. However, then he says “we met on uh – The Gentleman Pirate’s ship, you killed that guy –“ and Jim gets very defensive very fast. And maybe runs away a little, wondering if they need to just pack up and go because they don’t really want people recognizing them for all the blood they’ve spilled.

(And then they remember the handsome man with the teal earring, and kick themself a little for not being able to place him immediately. He's still just as handsome, all these years later.)

Later that day Oluwande shows up at their door, with an apology on his lips and a small earring in his hand. “Didn’t mean to scare you off,” he says sheepishly. “I just got excited. Not many people here that know what I used to do.”

Jim reluctantly lets him in, and offers him a drink. They talk. Or, Oluwande talks, and Jim listens.

It’s not love at first meeting. But so many people in town avoid talking to Jim, and he doesn’t seem to care about the blood they’ve spilled. Hell, he was a pirate. He’s spilled just as much. So a tentative friendship is born.

They start seeking him out. Wandering to the market just to talk and pretend to browse his wares. They keep the earring he gave them, but their ears aren’t pierced, so they don’t do anything with it. They start bringing small food treats that they pick up at the market, so they have an excuse to sit and share it. Oluwande brightens every time they show up. He starts having tea or something else to drink ready every time, to share with the food.

Jim keeps trying to fix up the farm. But every time they do it just feels pointless, and makes them sad. They don’t really need a job for the money, but they’re starting to get restless, like they need something to do.

They take up whittling instead. It’s hard, and they cut themself more than they have since they first learned how to handle knives. Their first clumsy attempt at a bird gets given to Oluwande. So does their second, their third. A few more become toys, given to the family down the road. It takes time, but they get good.

“You should let me sell these,” Oluwande muses, running fingers over an intricate crocodile. “They’re really good.”

Jim shrugs. “I don’t really need the money.”

He raises an eyebrow and nods at his jewelry. “Neither do I. Why do you think they’re so cheap?”

Jim lets Oluwande sell their carvings. It’s a good partnership.

Eventually they kiss him. Of course they do. He’s handsome and sweet and the only person who makes them feel like a person again, and not the assassin they’ve become. The only person who teases them about their hat and their long coat and tells them they’re not as scary as they think they are.

And it’s good. It’s so good, this little romance. Easy, in a way very few things in their life have been.

A few weeks, maybe months after they add romance to the mix, Jim admits, late one evening, how much they hate living at the farm. How they still think about leaving, all the time.

“Could move in with me,” Oluwande whispers, voice just audible from where Jim is plastered to his back. “I’ve got the space.”

Jim leaves the next morning and tells him they need to think about it, promising they’re not running away, that they just need time to think. They go, and sit on their farm, and then disappear into the woods like they did as a child. When they come back two days later, it still feels just as empty and barren and broken as it did when they first set foot back in St. Augustine, just as lost as it did when they were a child. The healing they were hoping for is happening, but it’s not happening on this farm.

So they pack up all of their things (there aren’t many), and walk to the village. The sun is just setting, and there’s a candle already burning in Oluwande’s window. There’s no hesitation before they knock.

Oluwande opens the door, and sees them, and their bag. He smiles and holds the door open wider.

“Welcome home.”

That’s it! Look I will never actually write this, so if anyone ever wants to write the thing, have at! (Just give me credit for the idea, and please for the love of god send it to me so I can read it XD)

Anyway thanks for the prompt anon, this was fun!! Sorry it took me a while XD

#jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #tealoranges #jim ofmd #ofmd #ofmd fanfic #tragicallynerdy writes #fic title meme #anon #ask

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rubykgrant · 1 year

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(I can't remember if I posted this part or not, but here is the beginning of how everybody reconnects after taking a break from each other~)

Andrews asked them how they came back together; was it a decision, a planned meeting? Was it hard to find each other again?

Tucker had been alone for three weeks.

After getting the final word about Junior, he felt lost.. not in a big dramatic way. Just burnt-out and simply sad. It wasn’t as horrible and hopeless as it COULD have been; Junior was still alive, and out there somewhere, but nobody knew where. It wasn’t safe for them to know.

He was doing something important and secret for his people, and it was such a high priority that his location remain unknown, most of the Sangheili Tucker spoke with hadn’t even been aware that it WAS a secret. They just didn’t know. Finally, Tucker found somebody who did, and got as much information as possible; Junior was a live, but contact wasn't possible.

He can’t find his son, and he felt lost. So, Tucker went ahead and got himself LITERALLY lost. After leaving behind a check-point, he parked his one-man ship on a planet in the middle of nowhere. He had actually been here before, looking for Junior and tracking down potential leads. This planet was really just a barren wasteland now, having been completely glassed years before.

It feels so pointless, not being able to continue, but also not being able to stop. Tucker knows he has a problem when it comes to letting things go... he’s gotten people killed because he didn’t back off or slow down. Kimball offered to help him keep pushing for more information about Junior, but she and the rest of Chorus have already done so much for him. Tucker doesn’t want to keep bothering them.

Three weeks go by. He realizes it he doesn’t know where to go, or what to do next. He realizes he hasn’t even talked to anybody at all, for any reason. He realizes he hasn’t slept properly in days. He realizes he’s alone again, just like when he was in the sand.

The miserable feelings of failure and loneliness hits him so hard, he almost throws-up. Why isn’t he good enough to find his own son? Why wasn’t he good enough to KEEP his son safe and close to him, years back? Why wasn’t he good enough before, on Chorus? People died because of him. Wash got hurt because of him. Epsilon Deconstructed because of him. Why can’t he do anything right, and WHY can’t he just let himself STOP-

“Tucker! There you are~”

Tucker turned around, though he is already 100% certain who just called out. Donut had found him. Just like before, in the sand.

“Holy shit...” Tucker said softly to himself, his voice surprising him by sounding so fragile.

“Y’know, I almost wasn’t sure I’d even be able to find you, Kimball said your com was out of range, and she offered to try asking Santa to broadcast an extra-strong signal to get nice and dee- um, to reach you even in deep space! But I was worried that might make it seem like an emergency, and this isn’t one, I just wanted to reach around- no, reach OUT, reach out to you...” Donut paused a moment, catching his breath after jogging up to meet Tucker on a hill.

“OK, I need to calm down, so I can say this right. Tucker, I know you can’t go see Junior right now, and that must feel absolutely terrible. I don’t want to... make you feel like you should stop looking for him, but I’m worried about you pushing yourself too hard, because what happens if somebody finds Junior, but then we can’t find YOU? Santa said there’s limits to what he can do when it comes to long-range communication. It would be awful if something happened, good or bad, and we couldn’t even tell you about it...”

Tucker watched as Donut took a few steps closer; he could see how Donut’s armor had changed and up-graded since the last time they saw each other. He could also see that Donut had brought back having a few classic touched, including a few pale-purple accents (in the back of his mind, Tucker remembered Donut calling that color “lavender” before. It never failed to be funny when Donut got all specific about some such-and-such artistic name for this-or-that, but still called himself “lightish-red”).

Tucker was smiling behind his visor, but Donut couldn’t tell. He was only aware that Tucker was being rather quiet.

“That’s why I think it would a good idea for us to all, y’know. Get the band back together? We all needed a break from each other, I definitely did, but lately I just keep wondering how everybody is doing, and even if we don’t start sticking together again, I still wanted to check on everybody... I don’t want this to turn into something where we all just lose touch forever, because even though it was rough sometimes, the way you all touched me- I MEAN, touched my LIFE, it was important, and- ah, fuck, I messed it up!”

As Donut cursed and scolded himself, Tucker quietly laughed. Jeez, it was good to see somebody again, it was really good that it was one of his friends, and somehow... that fact that it was Donut was great.

“Hey, Donut?” Tucker finally spoke, causing Donut to pause and make a little ‘hmm?’ noise. “I’m really glad to see you. And you’re right, it won’t help if I just wander off and get lost. Let’s go start rounding up the others,”

Even though they didn’t plan it out or communicate it with anybody, Donut going to see Tucker seemed to create a universal domino-effect. They were the first two that found each other again, and all the others followed.

#red vs blue #rvb

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lv-iceprince · 1 year

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🏴‍☠️...overall ship...🏴‍☠️

@quruxbadan

okay you took overall and made it overall, i actually feel so emotional rn you are the perfect request holy shit!

it was the least i could do to make this the most perfect overall ship request in overall history!

and thank you so so much for the sky pics! you know the way to my heart for real

wren xx

~ateez~ hongjoong🏴‍☠️

I need to shout it from the rooftops, HEY EVERYONE I JUST FOUND HONGJOONG’S WIFEY!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay seriously, I read this absolute gem of a description and I got so happy because I knew I would be shipping one of the coolest people I have ever had the pleasure of shipping with the coolest idol ever. I will try my best to express the admiration I have for both of you, it’s almost as if the gods carved you from the same stone, I truly haven’t seen anybody who would suit this man as much as you. There would such a strong connection, Hongjoong needs someone like you, someone who would be able to put up with him, but not in the way that you are very passive and go along with everything he says. You give him the spice in his life that he used to write Bouncy, even though you are fairly shy there is something so distinct about you and it makes Hongjoong swoon each time. Even though you really don’t need anyone’s validation since you are already so cool, Hongjoong swears you tick off all the things he wants in a relationship, and he knows it will be one that lasts.

I will get into the personality section soon, but appearance wise I am biased and just think both of you are so attractive and as a couple you would look so attractive. I think it’s your smile but you seriously look like Nayeon from Twice and that visual composition would be so beautiful, I imagine you standing next to him and I cry. You both have the nicest cheekbones I have ever seen and just looking at you side by side I feel like you were both made with time and precision. Your visuals are quite different but you both have such intriguing eyes and it’s impossible to look away, your faces are so beautiful like how many different ways can I say that. I just can’t get over the fact that your visuals are contrasting but you both have the same type of beauty.

If anyone isn’t convinced by how good a visual match you are let them read what I have to say next. Both of you have this really cool personality, you’re both very charismatic and happy go-lucky but there is a very deep side to you that is very apparent, it’s most visible in your eyes. There is something that tells me that you are both wise beyond your years and that both of you are made to do something great in this world. This habit of having such deep and to-yourself moments is actually a factor that the two of you would connect over. Hongjoong is all too familiar with the moments where emotions slip and you want to be alone, he has his moments too but his love for you is so damn powerful, he wouldn’t let you be alone, he wouldn’t pester you but he would just sit there and hold you close.

I could write a whole essay but I’ll try fit it into the 600-word limit. Hongjoong is a very persistent person, he is also very observant. So, the majority of his love language would be him admiring how much you shine when you’re happy so he could later remind you of each thing that he loves about you. There is this very special dynamic where he will let you be a strong, independent woman but he will also protect you and dote over you. He is a short king but he has some dominance in the way he truly wants you to feel protected within the relationship. And the last thing I will mention is that he loves anything you do but he is a fool for how talented and creative you are. He would cherish the parfums you make for him, he’d wear them like a badge of honour, just like the earrings he would ask you to make him. And he would totally brag about how his earrings are one of a kind and not for sale anywhere. I went over the word limit for sure but there is such a beautiful sense of companionship that the two of you have. It is cheesy as all hell but Hongjoong would embrace the fact that the strong, lonely captain found the right-hand woman of his dreams.

#kpop ships #kpop matchups #overall ships #ateez #pirate king aesthetic

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animentality · 2 years

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Just saw Wakanda Forever.

I liked it a lot! First marvel movie I've seen in phase 4 beyond the joyless, effortless dreck that was Thor 4.

And I actually really enjoyed it.

Let's talk about it.

So first:

Story: 8/10

I enjoyed the story quite a bit. The pacing was much slower than any of the other frenetically ADHD Phase 4 Marvel stories, and I did enjoy the build up and tension. Not many quips and annoying one liners too. Just an emotionally deep, heavy melodrama with action thrown in here and there. The focus was on the characters and I really, really loved that.

But holy fuck. It was too long. We hit the 2 hour mark and I was like oh my god...there’s still 40 minutes...and those 40 minutes could’ve been sharper, cleaner. It lagged at several parts when it didn’t need to.

Martin Freeman and his wife were utterly pointless. Their scenes felt forced and strange and terribly uninteresting.

I don’t mind the over drama being how the world’s governments treat Wakanda...that was narratively cool and thematically solid, I just think Martin Freeman lacked the importance he had in the first movie, and so his entire role could’ve been cut or reduced.

He’s just exposition man, and the movie didn’t need the American government scenes. Not really. They didn’t have any impact on the main plot, really, anyway.

The main threat was Namor, and that was all we really needed.

So that’s the minus 2 deduction.

Action: 8/10

I loved the action of this movie because it felt meaningful, and character-focused, rather than just a CGI mess like say....Black Adam. There was real weight to the action, which is nice, since Thor 4 kind of destroyed my idea of Marvel as a decent action studio.

I enjoyed Wakandan tech, Shuri’s more technology based approach to fighting, and Okoye domination, as always. Less action than Black Panther, but where it existed, it was poignant, fun, had purpose, and felt fairly solid.

The only deduction comes from the fact that well. Some of the underwater action was meh. And I was a little underwhelmed by the climax. The fight on a Wakandan ship was...ehhh.

Still, Shuri vs. Namor was pretty damn cool.

Effects: 9/10

Solid! Thor 4 looked fucking awful. I was so worried they’d be fucking lazy.

But no.

This movie was gorgeous.

This movie had wonderful, real costumes with some amazing makeup, clothing designs, weapon designs, and integrated tech.

Great CGI that felt seamless and not horribly and lazily edited. Some wonderful cinematography and shots of both Wakanda and Atlantis. Er... Talokan.

The tech looks cool. The CGI suits and moving pieces weren’t too distracting, not unless you deliberately slow things down to analyze them, which I suspect some people will.

My only real complaint is that Talokan was so murky and dark that I had a hard time seeing the daily lives of Talokan’s people? We were supposed to see like, children and families and this ethereal underworld city that lives so different from us...

But I could barely see shit. Plus, it didn’t look natural? Everyone had this weird stiffness to how they were swimming...I didn’t believe they naturally belonged there. Everyone moved too spasmodically. Like they were in a pool and the director was making them act like they’re ok when they’re actually about to run out of oxygen?

They might’ve known that, cuz we didn’t linger on the city for too long.

It wasn’t like super horrible, it was just awkward. So 1 point demerit.

Wakanda looked fantastic. Even when under attack.

So here’s the meat of this review:

Characters 7/10:

Shuri 10/10: I loved the exploration of Shuri's grief and her arc of becoming the Black Panther. That was beautifully done, solid thematically, narratively suitable due to the unfortunate passing of Chadwick Boseman. It felt natural and respectful.

Shuri's relationship with Namor was thoughtful and deep and I liked how it was resolved. I'll admit I did want her to murder him for a brief moment just cuz I'm a gremlin like that, but it was nice for her to sit back and say well I'm a queen now. This isn't just between you and me. I don't want to bring our kingdoms against one another.

That was nice. It didn't feel as cheap as a marvel movie normally would do it, like, have Shuri make some dumb speech about how revenge is simply bad all the time.

It was more practical. A little less personal.

And it made sense for Shuri! She’s not this angry, passionate warrior.

She’s a scientist. A voice of reason.

Less mystical. Less honor bound, and more pragmatic and wise.

I always liked how Shuri was the character that represented Wakanda’s tech too.

Like Wakanda is this larger than life Afro-futuristic paradise where various African cultures from the real world are displayed...but also, it’s high tech.

So how do you negotiate between the highly technical and fantastic elements, with the more realistic, more grounded historical roots?

Shuri is the answer.

You have the traditional T’Challa. And then you have his more youthful and irreverent sister, who’s a scientist and a genius, who’s not just up to date with technology, but far ahead most of the world.

It makes sense, and having Shuri have to explore how that will affect her rule as the Queen...I liked that a lot.

I liked that she fought Namor hand to hand...and lost horribly, until she used her ship and her other tech to weaken him.

It made sense for her.

And again, the story of her grief and losing both her brother and mother...deciding that she would still reject revenge and embrace her new role as a leader...it was well done.

I loved Shuri here.

I hope her actress has given up on her anti vaxx weirdness from a while back!

Now...

That being said...

Namor 5/10: Didn't really like him. He felt a little underdeveloped. He had this hatred of colonists like Killmonger, but he lacked the emotional connection and development that Killmonger had.

We just didn't see his personal story enough. It didn't feel justified enough, since we only saw a few scenes of his mother, and only one scene about the horrors of the surface....

Plus we've already seen that anyway. It was a copy paste of the idea that here's an oppressed people who wanna get back at the rest of the world.

Not saying colonialism isn't bad or anything but in this particular narrative, you are just copy pasting a new anti genocide...genocidal maniac.

Plus his stupid wing feet had me rolling my eyes the entire time. He just didn't feel that intimidating. We didn't see much of his abilities in the water other than that he's very fast and he re powers through water.

Kind of not very memorable in terms of weapons either...man’s hot but he’s basically just a dude in a swim suit.

His necklaces/collar were interesting and his later re design was fine, but....I don’t know.

His aesthetic was fine, but his character narrative was weak to me.

And like I said, I was just laughing at his dumb little wing feet.

Yeah they give him the power of flight, so what? There are a lot of characters who can fly without looking silly.

Also again, not enough underwater stuff to really make him pop out as a credible villain.

He might as well have just been a flying villain.

I don’t mind the resolution they reached, though, so.

Okoye 4/10:

Listen. Okoye was very funny and I do love her. But she kind of...was just there for the first part, and then she got fired...and then Shuri just re-hired her again by the end part. Not nearly as complex as the first film.

I liked that they touched on Angela Bassett being annoyed still over that whole, siding with Killmonger shit.

But her character didn’t grow or change or do a whole lot, even as a civilian...

She didn’t even fix her mistake of letting Shuri get kidnapped. Nakia did that...

And speaking of Nakia...

Nakia 5/10:

I really feel like they didn’t know what to do with Nakia...she did save Shuri and the Scientist Girl at one point, but she didn’t do much for the whole rest of the movie, besides Be There.

I feel like they dropped the ball on this one.

And the ending credit scene, where she has T’Challa’s son...it’s sweet and all, but I can’t help but feel like it reduces her role to being a mom who’s off screen.

We didn’t see enough of her involvement with the main plot.

She was some emotional support for Shuri, but...she wasn’t impactful other than that. Kind of sad, I liked her a lot in the original, since she and T’Challa had these conflicting viewpoints about how Wakanda should be involved in the world...

But here, well. Now that the world knows of Wakanda...she just has no purpose or role.

She didn’t really have any good fight scenes either. Most of her work was ensemble. Mixed in with other randoms.

They did my girl dirty....but damn, she was gorgeous this movie...

M’Baku 11/10:

No notes. He’s perfect.

He’s hilarious, he’s emotional support. He and Shuri were so fucking cute.

No notes.

Queen Ramonda 11/10:

Angela Bassett carried this movie on her back. Truly phenomenal performance.

Wonderful beginning and end to her glorious character.

I am mad that they killed her, but...also, it was fitting enough, since Shuri becoming the next Queen AND the Black Panther was neat.

But damn, I am a little mad.

Ironheart 5/10:

I didn’t hate this character, but...she was like...barely present. She was important initially, but then she just got under water shafted for a long time...then she came back to help Shuri do some background work....then she was in the final battle.

And that was kind of it.

I didn’t care for her suit, and didn’t feel like her character had enough significance to Shuri or the main plot.

She was a genius tech expert, but helping Shuri design the anti Namor ship was something any character could’ve done, that’s how background it felt.

I didn’t think she had enough of a fleshed out backstory either.

She didn’t have an arc, plus I wish she and Shuri had bonded more over their scientific genius. Their friendship came across to me like...I guess they like each other.

We needed more of them finishing each other’s sentences or geeking out over their shared technical prowess.

We only really got a scene in the beginning and the very end.

not enough meat and potatoes.

And that Ironman suit was dopey looking.

So all in all...

8/10.

Yeah.

Solid, really good, way better than anything else in Phase 4....

Chadwick Boseman’s scenes had me tearing up or openly weeping....

A touching tribute to him, as well as the character.

The runtime needed to be reduced, however, and the plot dragged in several places.

Plus, Namor could’ve been more interesting. Beefed up.

Narratively, of course. His actor was pure beef.

Overall, I really liked it, though.

I’ve only seen 2 Marvel Phase 4 movies, and I’ll say.

Wakanda Forever deserved to be better than Thor 4, and it was.

Rest in peace, Chadwick.

You’re a legend.

#black panther #wakanda forever #wakanda forever spoilers #chadwick boseman #shuri

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squirrelno2 · 1 year

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the emphasis on shipping in fandom culture is so wild to me to consider because like. there are certain things in jatp that I ship very emphatically, but I literally wrote myself into shipping them. when I was writing my first fics in the fandom, I didn’t plan for julie/luke/reggie or flarrie. I expected willex, because the show gave us that and gave me plenty of vibes to go “ok they like each other and would work together in the long term”. but especially with noncanon ships I always find myself stumbling into them as I plan or write a fic. I do sometimes set out to write a romance, but that’s usually when I’ve been in a fandom for a while and know “ok I like these dynamics and have had thoughts about shipping them in previous works, let’s dig into that.” and then I’m always writing like it’s a persuasive essay! like there are people reading who aren’t convinced about the ship, and I have to show my work.

even working with ocs it’s like, “ok I made this guy to be a friend for this character, but also I think that this particular dynamic would probably lead to romance and/or sex” (this thought brought to you by me knowing I haven’t touched my Jesse Lives au in forever) - actually I would say with ocs it’s most important because holy hell nobody is going to be automatically invested in your oc’s romantic or sexual life but you. you have to do a lot of legwork on that one unless your only intent is more of a reader insert vibe where ppl can imagine intimacy with their favourite character, which means they don’t care about your oc so much as they care about being able to project anyway. they already know why they’d be into this canon character. you don’t need to do anything there (which to be clear you do you, that just holds very little appeal for me for various reasons. live your dreams my friends)

and it’s just weird to me that people will write things where. it’s characters who don’t interact much. and then they don’t put any effort into making the reader ship it? they jump straight to “both characters are yearning and have been since they met” because they ship it, and they don’t require buildup, and I’m like “but how did you get here. why does it matter that they’re doing these things for each other.” and a lot of it tends to be a lack of deep characterisation, so it could be any two guys being gay (or. any ship. i’m maybe thinking about Certain Popular Gay Ships in fandom but also calling out baby me’s destiel obsession specifically. it’s fine no judgment but also fandom has a white gay man problem and that is a different post entirely) - and a lot of it also seems to be like. allosexual people (I assume from uhhh sexytime context clues) and definitely alloromantic people thinking that attraction alone is the legwork. like there’s nothing else to prove about a relationship. they like each other, boom, romance.

when you’re writing a romance, you don’t just have to have the characters woo each other (which. as a reader of both fic romance and original, published romances, let me tell you a lot of writers don’t even do that) - you have to make the ship woo the readers. draw us in. prove to us in word and action that these two care, make each other better (or worse, I write some toxic codependent shit too), that there is some reason to want them together and not settle for whatever preexisting dynamic they have. why does it matter that these people are in love? why are these obstacles worth overcoming? what does it add to a non-romance story to have this ship in it?

I would like romances that romance me, damn it

#i was very mad the other day because i was reading a cassandra clare i hadn't read before and ended up like.#actually invested in the fucking love triangle? obscene. she is cruel to me. but that's how you DO it!#like. she showed me the dynamics and reasons why both guys would be good with the girl. i made my choice based on personal preference but #i'm also tense about it because maybe the mc has different preferences than me! that's how you woo a reader!#anyway no it's not infernal devices bc that was clearly a polyamorous relationship where jem and will are qpps. next question #god i said i wouldn't ever shadowhunterpost again sorry about these tags folks #anyway thank you for coming to my tedtalk i'm right. i'll fucking ship anything (...ish) if you write it right #(i think you can fill in the ish for yourselves bc my hangups are common hangups)

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pink-bear · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet: Gundham Tanaka

I want this man to breed me HOO BOY...

Stuff under the cut. Character is depicted as 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Despite acting like a DARK, BROODING DEMON Gundham is a total sweetheart. This can be best seen with how he gives his partner aftercare.

Everything someone could need both physically and emotionally is provided, and he is especially cuddly during times like these.

While he’s a man of few words, he’ll muse praise and adoration for his partner.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands. They are hard working, have suffered their share of bites and scratches, and they are what harness his DARK POWERS...or something like that-

He likes his partners eyes. He can gaze into them and see if they are truly worthy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Holy smokes does this guy cum a lot, especially when it’s been a few days since his last release. It comes out in long, thick ropes and can go pretty far.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Praise him. Worship him. Treat him like the Supreme Lord of Ice and demon prince he is and he will eat. That. Shit. UP.

If his partner roleplays with him and worships his body, status and talent, he is in pure fucking bliss. He goes all out and doesn’t hold back.

What kind of dark lord would he be if he could not please such a loyal and generous worshipper?

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

If you ship it, he lost his virginity to a certain blonde haired, soap opera loving princess 😉

He was a natural, even with his first time. Apart from a little bit of awkwardness starting out, he quickly found his groove and completely blew his partner away.

He doesn’t like it when people ask him about his previous experiences, especially if they imply he’s gotten a lot of it. He just naturally knows what he’s doing, even though he hasn’t had a lot of encounters.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style 100%. It just seems natural to him, and he loves gripping his partner’s waist and driving himself in deep. It also gives him ample opportunities to give his partner “love bites” to show people who they belong to~

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He likes to keep things serious; sex isn’t the place to be silly. Even so, he likes to smile softly after the deed is done at his partner, just to show how happy he is.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Has a happy trail that goes from just bellow his belly button to a neatly maintained nest of black hair. Don’t let his lack of eyebrows fool you, he has a decent amount of hair overall (but goes to great lengths to keep it tidy, but never completely shaven).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on who he’s with. He saves the intimate, romantic stuff for longer term partners, or people he really trusts. When he does have that special someone, he is incredibly passionate and affectionate.

Of course, if the mood is right, he can also be a total animal.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

A lot of times he’s too busy to even think about tending to himself that way. With the dozens of animals, he cares for and his website to maintain, he has a lot on his plate.

Once his need to breed makes itself known, he practically dedicates a whole night to it. He jerks off several times and uses a fleshlight to make the experience even better.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Big surprise, but Gundham is the king of breeding kinks. He loves doing scenarios where he is creating an heir, and hearing his partner beg for it gives him goosebumps.

He’ll play this fantasy with anyone, regardless of whether they have a vagina or not. It’s less about the ability to actually impregnate someone and more about the dominance.

…that said, impregnating someone is his ultimate fantasy come true. Then he truly will be the Ultimate Breeder (and yes, he will totally step up and father the child).

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

idk how to explain it, but “private public places”. What I mean is places like behind buildings, in a (clean) barn, outside (on private property). Basically, places that aren’t as private as a bedroom, but are also unlikely to have someone walk in on them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The winds of spring carry a scent…a need to act out the most passionate and carnal desire to become one with his soulmate. To dance Mother Nature’s primal waltz. Tangled in the sheets, to the song of moaning and crying out into the dark of the night. To exchange their very life essence…perhaps to even create new life. To achieve his ultimate purpose of creating an heir worthy of his throne of ice and fire.

…basically, he has a mating season-

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything unhygienic, as always.

Other than that, he doesn’t like to sub that much. He’ll do it, and enjoys it with the right person, but 7/10 times he’ll decline bottoming. He doesn’t like doing anything that makes him feel weak, and bottoming can sometimes make him feel like that, unless his partner makes him feel more comfortable with it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving it more than receiving it. And as you’d expect from a breeder, he is very good at what he does. That tongue is wonderful and can reach plenty of places.

While he prefers his “unholy seed to be planted” within his partner, he’ll rarely turn down the offer of a bj if his partner is persistent enough.

Seeing his partner swallowing his cum is a great way to get that cute blush on his cheeks :3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how he’s feeling that day, but more often than not he goes hard and fast. He simply can’t help it, it’s in his blood.

But when the mood is more chill/romantic, he’ll happily go at a slower pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A breeder wants to make sure he does a thorough job...but a quickie now and then can be enjoyable. If it doesn’t interfere with his work, he’s receptive to the idea.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Even if he will sometimes act that he doesn’t care about being caught, he really doesn’t like the idea of it. Like I said in the location category: He likes doing it “private” public places with little chance of anyone walking in on them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy, this guy can go for a LONG while. Both in how long he can last, and how many rounds he can go. He isn’t the Ultimate Breeder for nothin~

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a vibrator, a fleshlight for masturbating, and several collars, leashes and harnesses ;3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can only put up with a tiny bit of teasing before getting impatient. He wants to get right to it, and there’s no reason to waste time with mere prattling!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

A bit more on the quiet side. He’ll let out some grunts, soft moans and the occasional praise/pet name, but he really focuses on the task at hand. One of his favourite things to do is growl in his partner’s ear and feeling them tighten around him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes tying his partner’s hands up with his scarf (if they’re into that) hehe-

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has an uncut cock that is long (around 7.5 inches) and thick, as well as a real heavy pair of balls. There’s a noticeable thick vein that runs along his shaft. He’s got the assets of a breeder, what can I say?

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

It’s an on and off thing for him. For the most part it’s kinda on the down low, and he doesn’t really seek it. If his partner makes the first move, he’ll happily reciprocate, though.

But sometimes, he’ll go into “rut”, and that’s when the cravings really hit hard. He’s almost insatiable, so hopefully his partner is up to the task!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has a lot of animals to take care of, so unless sex is the absolute last thing he is doing that day, he’s gonna be up and doing his chores (after a nice cuddle session, of course).

If his partner is too busy to help, he’ll tuck them into bed, give them a kiss and some romantic parting words.

🌸🌸🌸

Y’all should’ve expected some kinky shit to be here, but what did you expect from someone called the Ultimate Breeder?

Hope you enjoyed! And if you don’t agree with any of these, that’s fine! These are just my personal headcanons!

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#danganronpa #danganronpa smut #danganronpa lemon #gundham tanaka #headcanons #NSFW.#do not tag as kin

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mandos-sluts · 3 years

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The Prisoner's Dilemma

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: There’s a bounty on your head and the Mandalorian Din Djarin picks you up. Boba Fett informs Din of what he does with bounties like you.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, explicitly non con!! (but reader is into it), fingering, daddy kink, bondage, lots of dirty talk, degradation, exhibitionism kink

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Din has been hunting with Boba Fett ever since the Razor Crest was destroyed; they travel from planet to planet together collecting bounties. While he would prefer to work alone, Din doesn’t mind Boba’s company— the two are very similar people. Both are cold, stoic bounty hunters who don't take shit from anyone.

You struggle and resist when Din picks you up. Sending endless punches and kicks at the Mandalorian trying to cuff you. You attempt to flee but to no avail, your strength is nothing compared to his.

He cuffs your hands behind your back and roughly walks you to the ship, maintaining a firm grip on your upper arm as he drags you alongside him.

The first thing you see upon entering the rusty ship is another man in Mandalorian armor. “Ahh what the fuck? She’s your bounty??” Boba says to Din as he tugs you up the ramp of Slave I.

Both men are fully covered from head to toe in beskar. The one handling you is taller than the other, and has a deeper voice.

“Yeah. Where’s yours?” Din responds casually.

“In carbonate.” Boba says nodding to the chamber. ”Damn. You’re lucky, Djarin.”

“Lucky? The price on her head is the same as your bounty’s.” Din replies.

“I'm not talking about the payout. Look at her, man! She’s yours to take.” Boba says locking his stare on your increasingly confused expression.

“What do you mean?” Din says flatly, looking down at you.

Boba takes a deep breath. “Ohhhhh Din, so innocent.” He laughs. “….You get to fuck her!”

Did…. did he just say what you think he said?

Din scoffs. “You fuck your bounties?”

“Well if they look like her! Shit, how could you not?!” Boba takes a step closer to you. “Damn. I've never seen a bounty as pretty as this one.” He says grabbing your chin and lifting your face up.

You’re standing there silently, still in Din’s grasp with your hands clasped behind your back. Din looks down at you and you turn your wide puppy dog eyes up to meet his gaze, anxious to see what he will do with you.

Boba takes a step away from the two of you. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. I’m not letting a pretty thing like that go to waste on my ship.” He pats Din on the back. “C’mon Djarin, you deserve it pal.” Boba says as he exits the room.

You stand there, almost in shock, waiting for the Mandalorian to do or say something. Part of you suspects all of this talk is just some nonsense to intimidate you.

But then after a moment, he finally speaks. His voice is low and rough, tone firm with a hint of condescension. “Well…..you heard him darling. You want me or Boba? I’ll give you the choice.” Din lightly chuckles.

Your heart drops. He can’t be serious. There’s no way bounty hunters are allowed to fuck the bounties they collect. Then again, why would he not, whose gonna stop him? You’re the criminal.

You’re scared, but not as much as you would expect yourself to be. And that’s because your fear is clouded with arousal. Why aren’t you scared shitless? Perhaps because this is lowkey one of your fantasies? And maybe because you’re also incredibly attracted to this big strong Mandalorian manhandling you. Shit.

“Yo— wait, no please don’t.” You say the last part mechanically.

“You want Fett to fuck you?”

“No!”

“Alright.Then I’ll be fucking you, princess. Consider yourself lucky. Fett would make it all about himself, but I'll see to it that your needs are met as well.” Din says softly as he runs one hand through your hair and grabs your waist with the other.

“What? Wait…. I….I….wait– please.” You say, your body trembling underneath his hold.

Din takes a deep breath. “You’re getting fucked baby, you may as well enjoy it.” He says as he grabs your ass with both hands and practically lifts you up, pressing your body flat against him.

“Ah! No. Just– just let me go…. please!” You plead trying to shake free of his clench, your glassy, scared doe eyes staring right into his visor.

“Ha. Keep struggling, sweetheart.” Din pushes his helmet right against your ear as he tightens his grip on your ass. “Just turns me on more.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mmph!” You squeal out, shaking your shoulders as he spins you around and pushes your torso down, bending you over a table.

One of his hands is on the back of your neck, forcing you down on the metal surface. The other is on your waist, right near your cuffed hands. Your ass is waggling in the air as you try to resist his advances and rid yourself of his grabby hands.

You can barely move, however, under his sedulous grip. He shoves your pants down, leaving you bent over the table with your ass in the air in nothing but the unfortunately racy thong you’re wearing.

Your whole body shudders as you feel two of his thick fingers trace your clothed folds.

“Hahahahahahaha…..” Din maniacally laughs as he feels your gooey wetness through the fabric. “Nowwwww I see. Now I get it. You fuckin like this, you little slut.” He growls in your ear. “Pfft. I was gonna say, the fight you’re putting up is pathetic, but now I see why.”

Din isn’t wrong. He has seen you actually struggle and resist when he was capturing you, and the weak shaking of your shoulders and your little pouting is clearly not everything you have.

“Damn, I’ll give it to ya princess, you had me fooled for a while.” Din coos as he grinds his unbelievably large bulge against your ass.

“N-no! I don’t want this!” You contend. Your jolting only serves to make him shove you against the table harder, essentially inhibiting all your movements.

“Baby girl, your pussy is fucking sopping wet, drop the act.” Din scoffs. “You are literally leaking through these panties.” He says as he slips his long thick finger underneath your soaked underwear, running it along your slick. Your whole body shutters under his touch as pressure darts in your core.

“I—”

“Tell me, pretty girl.” Din interrupts. “Have you ever had a cock as big as mine?”

He loosens his grip on your neck, allowing you to crane your neck and look back at the monster cock he is rubbing up and down your glazed valley.

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself, unsure how he is going to fit in you.

Din slaps your ass. “Answer me.” He commands in a deep tone.

“Ah!” You cry. “No. N-never.”

“Yeah?” Din purrs right before he shoves his entire length into you.

You scream out. “Ah!!” Never have you been opened so much before. He lets his cock sit in you a moment once it’s fully engulfed, leaving you stuffed to the brim with his member.

“Holy shit.” Din breathes out. “Oh fuck yes, this is some good pussy.”

With that he starts rocking his hips back and forth, driving his massive girth into you each time. Your mouth falls open as disgusting moans fall out of your throat. His grip still harsh around your neck as he holds you down hard, pushing his hips against yours and delivering you the best pleasure you’ve ever felt.

“Ha. Knew it.” You hear Din chortle behind you.

You open your eyes and realize that you are pushing your hips back into his, trying to pound him even harder into your G-spot. You curse at yourself for being this brazen with your actions and not hiding your pleasure and yearning better. At this point, you know you’re not fooling him, but you’re not ready to completely give in.

“Now— now that my cock’s in you, you gonna finally behave? Be a— a good girl for me, huh? You little whore.” Din pants as he plows into your hole.

Your cheek is pressed hard against the table and you bite your bottom lip, trying to muffle your lewd moans as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Din chuckles at your pathetic attempt to remain silent. “Don’t respond and I won’t let you cum. Which— well…. you don’t even want to cum, right? Cuz— cuz you don’t want this, right?”

Your eyes shoot open. “Wait….N-no! Ple– please!!!” You cry, turning your head to look back at him.

“Mmmf, please what?” Din growls.

“Please….ah— please let me cum!” You finally relent.

“Ahhhhhh there it is. Keep beggin’, baby. You’re gonna have to earn it after being such a naughty little bitch.” He remarks as he moves both hands to your hips and pulls you into him each time he drives into you.

“Please! Please let me c-cum daddy!” You cry. “I wanna cum so badly, I wanna— wanna cum all over your cock. Please, please daddy!”

“That’s it. Look at you being so obedient now. Ha. Looks like I've fucked the good girl right into ya.” He says, slowing down his thrusts. Din bends over so that his helmet is right against the side of your head and whispers in your ear. “You like playing an innocent little brat don’t you? Pretending tha— that you don’t want to get fucked. But you’re such a dirty fuckin slut, you just couldn’t resist my big dick could ya? You— you’re just too fuckin desperate to get your tight little hole stuffed full of cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes! Fuck! Your cock hits me— hits me so deep! S-stretches me out so good!” You whine out as he thrusts into you.

Din spanks your ass again, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core and making your cunt clench around him.

“Oof. I felt that. Ya like being spanked too? Fuck. You are a whore.” Din chuckles.

Your moans have turned into downright vulgar screams that you have no control over. He’s pounding into you so hard that your vision has gone blurry from the tears falling out of your eyes.

“Gah. You look so f-fuckin pretty when you cry baby.” Din mutters.

You hear a bang at the door and panic momentarily.

“Goodness, Djarin! It sounds like you're torturing her in there.” You hear Boba yell on the other side of the wall.

“Nahhh, I’m taking good care of her, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Din calls out, leaning over to your face.

“Y-yes!” You scream in response.

Din then grabs your shirt and for a moment tries to pull it over your head. Upon realizing that your cuffed hands pose an obstacle, he rips it right off your body, causing you to jump a bit.

“Come see for yourself, pal.” Din offers to Boba after discarding the ripped fabric on the floor.

The door slides open and Boba is met with the crude scene of you bent over a table, completely naked with your hands cuffed behind your back, mouth open wide with tears rolling down your face, and Din standing behind you, holding your hips tightly while plowing into you.

Boba stands in amazement. “…Holy fuck.”

“Say hi to Boba, pretty girl.” Din orders.

“H-hi sir.” You manage to spit out, lifting your head slightly.

“Shit. You hit the jackpot, Djarin. How’d you get this little one to submit?”

“Ohh, she wasn’t hard to tame. Ah— Needy whores like her never are.” Din responds while continuing to drive into you.

“Well, bye princess.” Boba says looking straight into your watering eyes. “Be good now. Din can get mean if he doesn’t get his way.” He remarks before existing.

When the door closes, Din yanks you up by your hair, spins you around, and lifts you onto the table. You’re sitting straight up on the table with your hands still clasped behind your back, a fully clothed Din standing between your legs, holding your trembling thighs wide open as he sinks his length back into you. You instinctively wrap your legs around him.

He grabs a rough hold of your face, hooking his thumb in your agape mouth while the rest of his long hand wraps around your head, forcing your watering eyes to look right at him as he pounds up into you. Strands of your hair stick to your sweaty face as you’re unable to brush them away.

His other hand trails down your sweating skin to your clit and starts drawing tiny circles on it. You wish you could wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight to him as he drives you over the edge.

“Alright, pretty girl, cum for me. Show me what you’ve got, baby, come on.” Din encourages, swiping his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your cuffed hands are in tight white fists with your nails digging into your palms. Your whole body tenses up and your back arches as you squeal out. Din’s grasp on your face stops your head from falling back as your orgasm shatters through your body.

Din is hardly pulling his length out of you while thrusting fast and deep inside of you, feeling your cunt flutter on his cock makes him moan and you can tell he’s going to cum soon.

Just then he lifts you off the table and shoves your head down. “On your knees and open wide, I’m gonna cum in that pathetic pretty mouth.” Din breathes out as he rapidly strokes his cock over your face.

You sit up tall on your knees and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out while looking up at him with wide watery eyes. Din grunts as he grabs a hold of your hair and tilts your head up, positioning his cock right over your quivering mouth. Warm streams on white cum shoot from his length and fall on your lips and tongue. He keeps pumping it as he sprays the rest of your face with his seed.

“Damn baby, I thought you were hot before, but you look even better on your knees with your face covered in cum, sweat, and tears.” Din remarks while putting his softening member in his pants.

You slowly rise from the ground, your legs shake and almost give out as you bring your self to your feet. You’re panting and strands of your hair are stuck to your gooey face, as your cuffed hands prevent you from wiping your face.

You stand there awkwardly and silent, naked and disgusting as Din buckles his belt.

“Your pussy is so fucking good. I think I'm gonna have to keep you.”

“W-wait, what?”

“Yeah. I can't turn you in. Can't let a cunt like yours go to waste.”

“Bu— but then you won’t get paid.”

“Oh, having you around to fuck at my leisure is worth way more than the bounty on your head sweetheart.”

You gulp. “I thought—”

“Come on princess.” Din interrupts. “You can either stay with me, or go rot in jail. What’ll it be?

“But I— I….” You have completely forgotten about the foul fate that awaited you. You haven’t had time to think about what would happen once you were turned over. You have no idea of what life is like in a New Republic prison, nor did you have any knowledge how long you would be incarcerated.

“....I wanna stay with you.” You say softly looking down at your feet.

“That's what I thought.” Din says walking up to you. “Get yourself cleaned up baby girl.” He spins your nude body around and unlocks your hand cuffs, nodding in the direction of the fresher. “I’m going on a supply run and then it’s my turn on the flight deck. And my cock could use some warming while I pilot the ship.”

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charnelhouse · 3 years

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Um I abso-fucking-lutely wanna see you write some Thor/reader filth holy shit please. There is like 1 good Thor/reader story on ao3, I’ll pay you

A/N: Thor x F!Reader. Smut lol.

He tastes like a thousand years. Blonde and fierce and shiny.

You meet him at a bar in Contraxia and you don’t tell him that you’re Asgardian. You don’t tell him that you know who he is before he defiles you on his rather narrow bed on a ship that isn't even his.

Whose ship is it then?

Just some friends.

You’d seen the group he’d arrived with: A man in red leather. A Flora Colossus. A tiny little grey thing with guns bigger than his body. A Kylosian. A woman half-built of machinery. Another woman with almond-black eyes that took up half her face.

He is as you remembered. His muscles undulate and flex as he slips down your body - as he licks into you and litters sparks across your bare thighs. His beard rasps over your skin - his fingers thick but still gentle as he diligently presses them inside your feverish cunt.

Thor - Crown Prince of Asgard

But there was no more Asgard. There was no more kingdom. You knew nothing about the other colony on Midgard. You had left long before Hela had destroyed your world and your family - long before Thanos.

You decide that the only thing about Thor that has changed are his eyes - lake-blue and amber. His expression carries the old flourish of his smugness - especially when he makes you clamp down on him.

“That’s it,” he drawls. “That’s a good, little thing.”

You wonder if he can feel it on you - if he notices that you don’t bruise quite as easily as a mortal or weaker creature. He flips you onto your hands and knees and shoves his tongue so deep you wonder if it will snap across your womb. He bites the giving flesh of your ass before he pushes himself off - before he plants his knees into the mattress and nudges the swelling head of his cock through your folds.

“Is it alright?” he asks. “To do it like this?”

You nod - ripping your fingers into his sheets - bracing yourself for the impact of him. He spreads you open so he can watch and see - he spits and it slips cool and slow through the molten slit of your pussy. Thor seats himself in one long, slow thrust - stretching you inch by inch - until he has nowhere else to go. He inhales sharply - his thumb tracing the skin along your ribs - to anchor or soothe you. It burns in the best possible way. When he starts to move, every punch of his cock feels like it leaves a bruise. He cages your waist with his enormous hands - rolling his hips against your soft ass as every hit lurches you up the bed.

“Gods - you’re tight,” he gruffs - the words erupting from the thick of his chest. ‘You’re such a lovely one - so sweet.”

He reaches around you - pushing his fingers into the hot, slippery folds of your pussy. He nudges his thumb over your clit - lighting it up with the tiniest whiff of a spark. It makes you scream into the back of your hand - it makes your walls flutter around him and suck him deeper.

“That’s right,” he encourages. “C’mon wet my cock...”

You jerk your hips back to meet every spear of him. It’s unbearably heavy inside you - carving you open as he fucks and fucks and comets burst across your eyelids - a sopping storm tangling in your pelvis where the ridge of his length lances you to white-bright light.

You had known about Thor’s talent. You had known the stories and the rumors and the women who he had bed after a long night of celebrations or simply because. They had spoken of him - his stamina and ability to strip climax after climax from their bodies.

Thor fists a hand into your hair, drawing you back until you’re arched like a curved bow. He doesn’t miss a beat - his pace unrelenting - unforgiving - and he grips the hinge of your jaw to curl your face to meet his. He kisses you - inelegant and feral - tongue exploring the cup of your mouth.

He lowers his fingers to run through the patch of curls over your cunt, he pulls at the hood, circling your bundle of nerves. Another small, soft orgasm as you cry out against his insistent mouth.

“This is the prettiest damn cunt in the galaxy,” he teases. “So fucking responsive. Do you have another, my sweet one?”

He’s using honey words - syrupy phrases. He purrs them through the dark, powerful ache of his low voice. It’s rich - indulgent - and it reminds you of Asgard and home. The sumptuousness - the glittery sheen of the rainbow bridge - the smell of its magic. That had not been enough to save it.

The thought saddens you - twisting your pleasure into something dusty and cracked - the shatterstar of your ancient city. Tears well beneath your lashes and it’s Thor who licks them away. You don’t know if he mistakes them for ecstasy or grief.

Still - he molds himself to you - fitting his enormous frame to your back like a bulky-edged puzzle piece - guiding you to completion.

“No tears, girl,” He brushes his mouth over your hair - squeezing your breast. “I’ve had enough of sadness ”

You only know a thin tale of what he’s been through. But you know enough. You yank him to your lips - and he smiles against the slippery lines of your teeth. He whispers something in your first language -something crude but still gorgeous in the roll and tread of its Asgardian make-up.

He must have found you out. You can’t say you’re surprised.

You savor the ozone on his tongue - in his kiss. You ride the storm.

#thor #thor odinson #thor x reader #thor x you #thor x female reader #thor headcanon #thor imagine #loki imagine

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brainmaniaman · 3 years

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Toxic Craigslist!Roomate Eren/Reader (Headcannons)

I SENT THESE TO MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ACCOUT @ringpop-poppy AND THEY LIKED THESE HEADCANNONS A LOT, SO I'M GOING TO POST THESE HEADCANNONS ON MY TUMBLR. IF YOU WANT QUALITY, AND I MEAN Q U A L I T Y, SHIT PLEASE ON GOD FOLLOW THEM. I am crying and throwing my hands on the table, I cannot express to you how good their account is. I will say this until the moment I DIE they are the BEST blog on this site. Thank u.

so my friend and i were shooting off some headcannons and we came up with this idea and one second i just need a moment to recuperate myself and that's super shitty NIGHTMARE craigstlist roommate eren yeager and when i tell you it has RUINED my life i mean it has RUINED my life.

so like imagine, you're hard up for a roommate and so you hit up craiglist b/c you know the state of the economy is absolute SHIT and you are kind of in a rush. you end up moving into this two bedroom apartment with some dude on craigslist (eren) whose roommate just moved out.

you don't know it but eren can't keep a roommate to save his LIFE. it's because he's just such an AWFUL roommate. like plays videogames all day. homie has a shit ton of money but literally NOBODY knows where it comes from or where he works. he just disappears and comes back he says it's "work" but never actually says where he works.

throws his feet up on the coffee table and shit, doesn't wipe off his feet when he comes into the apartment, leaves cups out, just does not pick up after himself. eats the last bit of your food but gets mad when you do the same to him, uses your extra toothbrushes, just overall leaves a mess.

the worst part? his room is IMMACULATE. he is FULLY capable of keeping clean, he just likes to crack open a can of whatever the fuck he drinks on the couch, throw his feet up on the table, and watch you bend over and pick up stuff in an angry huff with very steely eyes. this man's eyes are on you ALL the time.

for the most part u put up w/ it because you're just that hard up for a roommate, but the final straw is when he leaves his dishes in the sink for like a week straight

you storm from the kitchen into the living room in an absolute angry huff, face scrunched up from anger, and start just laying into him about doing the fucking dishes like "it's just not that hard!"

the entire time you're raving, he just sits back - hands behind his head. "you done?"

stands up, puts all the dishes up - in a way that you HATE that's not even CORRECT because he has studied the way that you put up the dishes like in the few months he's made living for you hell he has picked up on your small habits.

now he's sitting down on the couch again and you're still ranting and raving at him. he looks super pissed off now.

also did i mention the sexual tension between u two is IMMACULATE?

while you're in the middle of raving, kicks over his soda that's on the table and gets it all over the carpet.

now you're pissed and just raving and bitching. because who the fuck does that?

pushes u on ur knees, bends you over, presses his cock into your ass and keeps u there for a second - grabs a rag from the table, stuffs it in ur mouth, and know what this fucker says?

"clean it up. you might want to get further on your hands and knees -" presses his cock into you, which is obviously very hard against u, "make sure to get nice and deep in there"

leaves to go to his room leaving u shook as fuck. obviously u clean it up b/c holy fuck

tension builds up over the next several weeks and u get closer to levi and erwin, ur local next door gays (or roommates, depending on if u ship them or not). levi won't admit it but he loves u a lot and so does erwin.

eren being really unhappy b/c ur spending so much time with the next door neighbors and not letting him terrorize you

starts banging on levi's door one day, demanding to know where u r. levi answers the door. obviously he can see you over levi's short ass head but homie is a real one and is like "she's not here"

"i can see her she's right -"

levi wacks eren several times with the broom until he goes away.

so u come in late that same night and homie is seething. this is where the sexual tension BUSTS.

so u open the fridge bc you're looking for water, right, bent over and he comes in b/c he heard u come in (he's been waiting for u to come back all night).

very stealthily slips behind you, presses his crotch against ur ass, and gives a nice comfortable shove - wedging u in the fridge

reaches over u, his chest pressed against u, grabbing the water you wanted.

sits there with his crotch pressed into u, slowly drinking the water while ur sitting there, squirming, trying to press ur way out of the fridge, but his hips have you pinned there. u don't know why ur turned on but holy HELL you're turned on. ur pressing ur ass into him and everything, trying to grind into him a bit. you claim to do it b/c ur trying to push him off but he knows why you're really doing it. the entire time u r stuck there, water from the shelf above is just dripping on you. it's cold as fuck bro and ur nipples? hard b/c it's cold.

gets halfway through the water and go "i don't think i want to drink it anymore" dumps the other half of the water on u.

you are dripping in water, t-shirt clinging to u. homie is marveling at how tight ur shirt is clinging to you, how cold you r when ur shivering.

pulls you up by the neck from behind and closes the fridge so he can press u against it

he's whispering in ur ear, asking if u had fun fucking the neighbors b/c "you seem like the kind of slut who would enjoy something like that". it's not like that at all but homie is a jealous guy.

oh yeah did i mention he's a jealous guy?

has his fingers in his mouth while he fucks you from behind for the first time, head pressed against your work schedule that's pinned to the fridge, asking you a slew of shit like

"do you like that?"

"i bet you like cleaning up after me like a lil maid"

i mean he is absolutely ROCKING you against that fridge, fingers in your mouth snapping his hips against urs

"you've just been playing coy w me the entire time, i bet u've been thinking about this for months - i know you have. i can see the way u bend over to put on a show for me when you clean up after my mess like a good lil housewife. good girls just don't wear panties like that and bend over not expecting to get fucked. bet you been waiting for this, dirty whore" ext. ext. ext.

thank u for ur time.

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sleepysnk · 4 years

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here is the sequel to jaegerbomb is streaming! i hope you all enjoy ♡!

Jaegerbomb Has a Guest

Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, small nsfw mention if you squint

part one.

"Fuck! Oh my god bro,"

Eren leaned back in his chair seeing that he just died again in the game he was playing. He had lost for the third time and he was getting extremely annoyed, a few people in the chat were telling him he was okay and he didn't need to get mad; but it was Eren.. he always got mad.

He grabbed his controller before looking at the chat. "What are you guys up to right now?" he asked.

Eren put his attention back onto the screen, entering another round of the game he was playing.

He pressed a few buttons on the controller and scanned his eyes over the targets he had to kill, it was a zombie game everyone was suggesting and he couldn't get past this certain round. It was pissing him off.

He started to press the buttons at a quicker pace but unfortunately, he died again.

Eren slammed the controller onto his desk. "Bro what the fuck! This shit makes no sense, I'm done. Wack ass game," he said, rubbing his temples.

He looked over at the chat to see people messaging him.

jaegerist3452: eren just lay off for a bit

iloveeren_: eren is mad again guys

erensimp43: damn it ain't that hard

jaegerbombfan20: better luck next time eren!

He sighed, "It is hard what do you mean? Man.. you don't even know," he said before shaking his head.

A knock came from the door, Eren averted his attention to where his bedroom door was; he heard it open a bit and saw his girlfriend standing in the doorway.

"Is everything okay?" she asked in a whisper.

Eren removed one of the earmuffs to hear her better. "Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine baby."

She rocked on her heels. "You were yelling really loud and I thought you were mad," she giggled.

He smiled a bit, "Nah don't worry.." he replied before looking back over at the chat.

jaegerist45: who was that eren?

iloveeren1010: who were u calling baby?

erensbiggestfan1083: you guys heard that too?

jaegerist3452: omg do u have a gf?

jaegerbombfan20: wait.. weren't u dating that y/n girl? or weren't u talking?

Eren chuckled a bit, "Yeah I have a girlfriend guys.. but I don't think I want to make it known just yet who she is because I don't know if she's comfortable with that," he replied.

He looked over to see (Y/N)'s head cocked to the side. "Do they know?" she asked in a whisper.

He shook his head, "She's pretty amazing though," he added with a grin.

erensimp34: wait then what happened to y/n?

jaegerist45: why should it matter? maybe they stopped talking

jaegerbombfan20: idk it's just weird.. she was always in his streams and now she isn't.

iloveeren1010: they probably just faded maybe i dunno

Eren was getting amusement from the chat, it was true that (Y/N) had stopped coming to streams; it was because she lived with Eren now and she was his girlfriend.

"I dunno what happened to (Y/N).. she and I don't talk very much," he replied, running his fingers through his hair.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully, Eren was such a sick bastard for that.

jaegerist45: oh shit

erensimp43: well damn, i guess shit happens

jaegerbombfan20: awe :(( omg

"Yeah I dunno.. but don't worry guys, I bet she's doing well," he smirked, his eyes flickering up at her.

Eren streamed for another 30 minutes before he decided to get off and chill with (Y/N), he didn't stream as long as before because he wanted to spend time with her.

"Babe!" Eren yelled as he exited his bedroom.

He found (Y/N) sitting at the kitchen table, she was on her phone. Her attention averted towards Eren, "Hi baby," she said.

He came over and kissed her head. "Hi princess.. what are you up to?" he asked, nodding his head.

She sighed, "Not much, I'm just on Instagram. Did you finish your stream?" she asked.

Eren went towards the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. "Yeah I did.. I wanted to spend some time with you," he replied, taking a sip of the cold drink.

She smiled a bit, "You don't have to babe, really. But I meant to ask," she said. "Are you ever going to tell your fans about me?"

Eren twisted the cap back onto his water bottle. "Yeah.. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it. I remember you told me that you wanted things to be private, so I respected that."

(Y/N) remembers at the beginning of their relationship when she told Eren about the privacy thing. She was still in college and she didn't want a huge amount of people rushing to her and asking about Eren, it made her feel shy and a little anxious.

"I mean.. maybe we can be a little more public, you know?" she said, chewing her lip.

Eren nodded, "Don't worry about it baby, I'll make it known that we're dating." he replied.

Eren was up streaming at the moment, he was playing Minecraft and his fans were enjoying the way Eren kept yelling if there was a creeper or a zombie nearby.

"Fuck y'all who decided that hardcore was a good idea, I am gonna have a heart attack," he said, his eyes narrowing a few times while staring at the screen.

He looked at the chat then back at the screen, his mind was too occupied with the thought of dying in the game than answering questions.

He didn't even notice (Y/N) walk in.

She was leaning against the wall, she was surprised seeing her boyfriend so focused on a game. It was different than seeing it on a stream, it was kind of cute.

His eyes flickered up, he jumped a bit seeing her there. "Shit.. babe, what are you doing here? I didn't even hear you," he asked, putting his hand on his chest.

She walked over quietly, "Are you busy?" she asked.

He looked at her, "Uh not really, I'm just streaming and playing some Minecraft. Why? Is something wrong beautiful?"

A few people in the chat began to send in messages.

jaegerist3452: ooo eren's girl is here

jaegerbombfan20: we should meet her eren!

iloveeren1010: can we meet her Eren?

erensimp43: did u guys see how soft his face got when she showed up? THAT WAS SO CUTE.

iloveeren_: that's so cute, can we see her eren? PLEASEEEE

He looked towards the screen. "I would love to introduce her guys, but I dunno if she's ready. She's a little shy," he replied, smiling at (Y/N).

She giggled a bit, "I'm not that shy! I'm just a little awkward.." she whispered.

Eren chuckled, "I mean.. they somewhat know you," he whispered.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Maybe it is time Eren.." she mumbled, looking away from him.

He shook his head, "Do you guys really want to meet my girl? No gross shit! I'll block you," he said, looking at the camera.

jaegerist3452: YESSSS

erensimp43: i'd love to see her

jaegerbombfan20: of course eren!

jaegerist45: i'm down i guess

bigerensimp292: sure!!!

Eren muted his mic before walking over to (Y/N). "Are you sure you want to baby? You don't have to," he asked, cupping her cheek.

She fidgeted with her fingers. "I do but.. what if they make fun of me? I don't even think they know what I look like.." she mumbled.

Eren tilted her chin upwards. "Princess.. you are stunning, okay? If anyone is rude to you I will whoop their ass," he said. "Okay? You'll only be there for a few seconds."

(Y/N) took a deep breath. "Okay.." she whispered.

He leaned down to kiss her cheek. "I'll go turn off my camera and then I'll have you sitting on my lap, okay?" he said before making his way towards his setup.

"Okay!" she replied.

Eren sat down in his chair. "Hold on a sec you guys.. I gotta get the special lady ready," he said, turning off the camera.

iloveeren1010: this is exciting OMG

erensbiggestfan1083: why do i feel like he's gonna bring an animal in or something

jaegerbombfan20: she's lucky

jaegerist3452: eren hurry ur ass up i wanna see her

(Y/N) stood in front of Eren, her heart thumped in her chest. "I'm really nervous.." she said, chewing her bottom lip.

Eren held her hand, "Come here.. just take a seat." he said, patting his lap.

She positioned herself onto his lap, Eren adjusted her legs and kissed her head. "Here we go.." she whispered.

Eren fixed his mic, "Alright.. no rude shit, okay? If I catch any of you horny fuckers saying something I'll block you," he said.

(Y/N) watched Eren turn the camera on, she could see herself on his other monitor. "Hi.." she said, waving a little bit.

Eren kissed her cheek lovingly. "This is my girlfriend.. (Y/N)."

The chat suddenly began blowing up with messages.

jaegerbombfan20: OMG OMG IT'S Y/N!!!!

jaegerist3452: I FUCKING KNEW IT OMGGGG

iloveeren1010: she's so pretty Eren!!!

jaegerist45: well would u look at that, you got a winner Eren

erensimp43: AWWW Y/N IS SO CUTE HOLY SHIT

erenswife4938: i had a feeling it was her but u guys are so adorable 🥺🥺

(Y/N) giggled as she read the messages. "Thank you guys," she said, a smile forming onto her face.

Eren drew circles into her thigh. "Yeah she's amazing.. I'm so glad I found her," he said, leaning his head by the crook of her neck. "Be nice okay guys? She's a little shy," he added.

jaegerist3452: i love this so much

erensbiggestfan1083: what a simp

iloveeren1010: i shipped it so much from the beginning! i'm so happy for you Eren!!

jaegerist45: GO ERENNN

jaegerbombfan20: eren she's so pretty

Eren looked at his girlfriend. "They think you're pretty babe," he said, smiling.

She felt her cheeks growing warm. "Thank you guys, really." she replied.

Eren snuggled her body closer to his, the warmth radiated onto her skin. "She is really pretty.. she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he said.

A smile formed onto her features from his words. Eren was always a sweet guy, he always had ways of making her feel like a princess.

jaegerist3452: how do u feel about y/n?

"Babe you got a question," she said, nudging his arm.

Eren leaned up a bit to read the question, his eyes narrowing a bit.

"How do I feel about (Y/N)? Shit.. do you wanna know?" he asked, his eyes averting up towards his girlfriend.

A bunch of people began spamming yes. Eren decided to answer the question.

"Well being honest.. she's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me. I usually don't go after fans but she was different, I couldn't ask for a better person in my life, I love (Y/N) so much, she doesn't even know how much she means to me. I'm convinced she's my soulmate.." he said, his heart hammering in his chest.

(Y/N) smiled, she felt like she could cry from what he said.

jaegerbombfan20: that is so cute 🥺

jaegerist3452: AWWWW

erensimp43: that's so adorable OMG <3

"I love you.." Eren said, looking up at (Y/N).

She put her arms around his neck. "I love you more baby.." she replied, pecking his lips.

He smiled, his eyes were full of love and happiness. "You make me so happy.. I'm convinced you're my soulmate," he said.

She cupped his cheek, "You're definitely the one for me Eren.." she whispered.

He peppered her face with kisses, laughter began to escape her mouth when his lips touched the skin of her face.

"But yeah guys.. this is my girlfriend," Eren said, a smile on his face.

erenfan3281: do u dick her down good?

"Okay that's where I end the stream! Goodnight guys!" Eren said before clicking the button to end the stream.

(Y/N) giggled a bit, "Was that necessary?" she asked.

He looked at her, "Duh! That's weird to ask.." he mumbled.

She leaned her head onto his shoulder. "It is weird.. but you do dick me down good," she said, a smirk forming onto her features.

Eren raised a brow, "Oh? Is that so? I knew I always did."

She hit his arm playfully. "Shush! But since your stream is over.. Can we cuddle up? I missed you.." she asked, a pout obvious on her lips.

Eren took off his headset. "Of course we can princess," he replied, kissing her head. He tapped her thigh, "Go lay down and I'll join you in a sec," he added.

(Y/N) stood up and stretched a bit, she heard a few of her joints cracking as she moved her body around. She made her way to the bed and lied down on the sheets.

Eren turned off his computer and walked to the bed where she was, he smiled seeing the way her body was spread on his bed; the sight made his heart swell. He lied down next to her, opening his arms which she gladly leaned into.

"Eren..?" she said, her voice in a whisper.

He looked down, "What's up?" he asked.

"I love you.."

"I love you more beautiful.."

tagging: @levithestripper

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outrunningthedark · 2 years

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Goodman's end product does hold up to your analysis; messy/cringey het story for either Buck or Eddie (both messy and cringey for Buck) while the Buddie side is more, nuanced? Had to pause a while to check if Taykay really encouraged Buck to talk to Eddie, it's a take this fandom rarely considers. Eddie's last line at the kitchen sounds like they're going through a breakup and Buck wanted to go back (Taykay's outside hellooo?) On top of that, EDDIE'S PINING AT THE BAR. HOLY SHIT. WE'RE WELL-FED.

Bob is the guy they go to when they need to appease both sides 😌🙏🏻 And the beautiful thing about it is the homophobes don’t even know he’s insulting their ship 😏😏😏

Mr. Goodman’s Greatest Hits:

Breaking Point

🌟 Ana: I know there hasn't been anyone else since he lost his mother. *Eddie literally goes home to find Buck waiting for him*

🌟 There was construction!! On Sunset!! Had to take a detour!!

🌟 “See, he was willing to get ready for bed and get in the bed. I was not allowed to turn the lights off or tell him a story.” Buck told Christopher bedtime stories in canon #confirmed

🌟 [During the man on the roof call] “I didn't see a sign!”

“It's okay, Corey. We all miss the signs now and then.”

🌟 Eddie: Come on, the guy's got at least one more bad life choice left in him. [foreshadowing!]

🌟 Eddie [to Ana]: In the meantime, I don't want you going anywhere. // Buck [to Christopher in the next scene]: You still got me. ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere.

Treasure Hunt

🌟 Buck [to Eddie when Eddie wants to look for the treasure together]: How would you feel about 33-and-a-third? // TayKay [in the very next scene]: You need to give [Eddie] 50% of your cut.

🌟 [during one of the calls] I am married. You're my adventure. J-Just on the side. Uh, she wanted some space. (Now whom does this sound like? 🤔) // Buck [to TayKay about the treasure hunt hoax]: Think of it as a…a big adventure (😜)

Home and Away

🌟 Eddie [to Buck on the balcony]: You’re the guy who likes to fix things. But maybe this isn’t something you can fix. ++ This time, maybe [Maddie’s] the one who needs taking care of. [foreshadowingggg]

Outside Looking In

🌟 Buck [while in the kitchen with Eddie]: You look tired. Look, man, you-you don't need to pretend with me.

🌟 Buck: I-I had dinner with Eddie last night, and-and he seemed...Different. [fyi: TayKay was there, too! 🤭 And look how easily he recognized something’s up with Eddie…]

🌟 The version I can't live with is you gone and me hearing your mother teaching them to hate me because I let you die. (Honestly. What the fuck was that?)

🌟 [Hen about Chimney] When we were working together, it didn't feel like work. Just felt like I was out there with my best friend. (Helloooo. Who else is this?)

🌟 Athena [to Bobby]: I mean, maybe all this pressure that you're putting on yourself to find the exact right person is just your way of not making a decision. Because deep down inside, you're not ready to move on, either. (Y’all. Y’all.)

🌟 You didn't find a magical, special team. You built it. (I won’t say it, but I’m thinking it.)

If you’re willing to look past the blatant heteronormativity, you’ll find that Mr. Goodman leaves us something to talk about every single time.

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #buddie #anti bucktaylor

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Please wrote more surrogate fics please . could I request one with SakuAtsu or could you just start a series on these. If you'd me comfortable with that. That on IwaOi surrogate fic brought me so much joy. I can't even describe it.

oh my goodness i’d love to!!! it makes me so happy knowing you liked it cause like,,, idk why it’s just special to me :) also im so glad you asked for sakuatsu bc these two ships are basically my favorite jhfgbsj. and yesyes i’d love to have a mini series with like little scenarios of each ship <333

this was insanely long. like insanely.

content warning; artificial insemination, pregnancy, haikyuu manga spoilers, gay people being happy idk

being iwaoi’s surrogate

BEING SAKUATSU’S SURROGATE

↬ it took forever to even get them together, so with a duo as indecisive as them, it’s imaginable how long the decision to raise a child together took. it took a long, long while for that transition from enemies to lovers to be final, and even then, they hadn’t realized how serious their relationship was until they were off getting married and then suddenly wanting a child?

↬ it was something atsumu brought up out of the blue, just casually as they sat side by side on the couch. “wouldn’t it be nice if we raised a child together?” and it stuck with sakusa ever since. he didn’t know why he was obsessively thinking about it as much, but it’s all he could think about. literally. anytime he so much as thought about atsumu with a child, and a child of their own too, his stomach did a thousand and one flips. sakusa was never the biggest fan of children, and he knew that neither was atsumu. but, this would be different, wouldn’t it? Still, he tried to remind himself of the cons; they were pro-athletes, they didn’t have time, they didn’t understand the weight of the responsibility, were they even ready for something like that? somedays it was too tiring to take care of themselves, of each other. were they ready to be responsible for a whole life, someone dependent entirely on them? it seemed too— unrealistic. like something he could only hope to dream about, and just dream about.

↬ until he thought of atsumu with a little kid, a spit image of either one of them, sitting on his lap, giggling and laughing and squealing in glee. and so he decided, there will always be cons, he just has to see if the pros outweighed them. and honestly, they did. they were pro-athletes, sure, but that also meant they were financially stable, and could provide for a child, properly. they were mature now, knew each other very well, and had adapted to living with one another. they had family and friends all around. the kid would for sure grow up loved and cared for, and him and atsumu would add another person to their family. it really seemed like a dream, but this time, an attainable one.

↬ so as he ate dinner with his lover, he blurted out, “let’s raise a child together,” and atsumu honest to god choked on his food. he asked sakusa if he was serious, if he meant it, if this was real, and sakusa’s answer was yes to every single one of his question. yes, he was serious; yes, he meant it; yes, this was real. as real as can be.

↬ they both already knew they wanted a surrogate, and it didn’t matter who was the father. so long as the child was theirs.

↬ finding a surrogate was, well, a pain, to put it into perspective. sakusa was so picky about the “requirements,” if you will, and atsumu was suspicious of every single woman, it was kind of ridiculous really. he just “didn’t trust that they wouldn’t run away with the baby!” in his words. atsumu suggested sakusa’s older sister, which seemed perfect in his head, but sakusa refused, claiming it was 1. extremely weird, and 2. he doubted she’d say yes, with her own life to handle.

↬ and it finally, finally, came to atsumu: he could always just ask, well, you. he had met you during his college years, and since then, he’d been coincidentally crossing paths with you ever since then, and you’d even managed their msby jackals team at some point. it was weirdly ironic how he’s coming back to you, kind of like fate.

↬ so he suggested it to sakusa, and for once, the latter didn’t really have any way to object, except, “what if this inconveniences her?” other than that, you were the perfect candidate. they knew you well, trusted you, knew they could rely on you. and atsumu was sure you wouldn’t run with the baby. with regards to the inconvenience part, well, they could always just deal with that when the time came.

↬ they invited you over for some breakfast two days later, after they’d thought about it properly, endlessly, and figured you were their best option. it was weird seeing them so nervous when you first arrived, like they were breaking up with you or something. atsumu barely ate with how nauseous he felt, and sakusa spent the entire time watching you eat instead, hands fidgeting and legs shaking. it was really weird, but you didn’t bring it up, letting them take their own time to tell you whatever it was they wanted to tell you, because obviously, they clearly had something to say.

↬ after breakfast, you sat in their living room, just watching the tv quietly, until sakusa offered to get you some water. you weren’t really thirsty, but you agreed anyways, unsurprised to see atsumu rise from his own seat a minute later with a, “be right back,” as he headed to the kitchen. you could hear them bickering and whisper-yelling, and if you weren’t starting to grow as nervous as they were, you would’ve had it in you to laugh. they returned looking like they were bearing the most daunting of news, sitting down on the couch perpendicular to you. atsumu’s hands were sweaty and intertwined tightly together, while sakusa tried to remain as composed as possible. it seemed like the dark haired man would speak up, finally, parting his mouth with a deep breath.

↬ but it’s atsumu that blurts out, “please have my baby!— our baby. please have our baby.”

↬ honestly, your first response was to laugh, in disbelief, as you clutch your glass of water. but then you see their faces — god they looked so goddamn scared — and you realized that, they were really serious. they really wanted you to carry their baby for them. holy shit?—

↬ you were mostly speechless after that, stuttering as you ask them to please explain, you’re honored but are they are, have they thought about this? properly? in depth?

↬ to your surprise, they really knew what they were doing. they’d done their research, and thought about a million other options before deciding that you were the best one. they also repeatedly told you that you didn’t have to do this, and that they didn’t want to guilt-trip you into doing it either. they wanted you to say yes only if you yourself wanted to say yes, and if this wouldn’t negatively affect you or halt your life in any way. you were the one that was going to be carrying the baby anyways, weren’t you? at the end of the day, this was all about you.

↬ you asked them for time to think about it, and reminded them that it wasn’t a no. you just wanted to make sure you were making the right decision whichever that ended up being. a few days later, you call them, asking them to meet up one way or another, and atsumu’s even more nervous than he was asking you; not even sakusa’s gentle lips to his temple or large hands soothingly rubbing at his back or his kind words could help him. sakusa himself was insanely anxious. in his head, it seemed like your ‘no,’ would finalize everything. that it would really mean no hope in having a child of their own, their very own.

↬ you invite them over to your home, and the kettle is already boiling when they arrive. you make them tea and make small talk if only to delay the inevitable. but, to each of their surprises, you take a deep breath and say, “i’d be honored to carry your baby for you,” with the brightest, warmest smile. sakusa has to bite his inner cheek to will himself to not cry, because he can’t believe you said yes. you agreed. you’re going to carry their baby. him and atsumu were having a baby.

↬ atsumu doesn’t stop himself from throwing his arms around you, collapsing on top of you in tight hug that you kind of can’t breathe, but you let him, and you laugh when he thanks you for saying yes, that he’ll “be forever in your debt.”

↬ it’s the happiest you’ve seen either of them.

↬ when you’re done with the process of insemination (of course, atsumu does joke that the three of you should go the natural way and have a threesome, to which he earns a smack from his lover and a smack from you, at the same time), the three of you just have to wait, really. it’s the longest period of waiting you’ve ever had to do, but you try to be patient, as patient as you can be. when you wake up one morning and throw up, you look at your period tracking app to see if maybe you were pms’ing. except, you weren’t. you were late. like a good three weeks late.

↬ immediately, you’re booking a doctor’s appointment. you wait to tell sakusa and atsumu after confirming your suspicions, because you don’t want to raise their hopes up for nothing. they’ve already been swimming in a pool of doubts ever since the insemination, calling you everyday to check up on you and ask for any progress. when the doctor confirms your pregnancy — holy shit you were pregnant — the first thing you do is go over to their house. you know it’s not the best idea to show up unannounced, but with how long they’ve been waiting, and how much they’ve been wanting this, the more and more you fed into it, you couldn’t wait any longer to tell them. you arrive, and the moment sakusa opens the door for you, you gasp out, “i’m pregnant.”

↬ sakusa’s quite literally frozen in shock, his mouth pressed in a thin line with eyes wide open, while atsumu walks over and goes, “oh hey,” in greeting before noticing sakusa’s face and just ???? “what’s going on?”

↬ “i’m pregnant.”

↬ “you’re what?”

↬ you show them with tears stinging your eyes the results of the test you’d taken at the doctor’s, and atsumu grips the report so tightly, like it’ll disappear if it slips only slightly from his hands. sakusa’s still in shock, trying to process everything. it takes him a good while before he can function properly again.

↬ the pregnancy itself is a lot smoother than you’d imagined. iwaizumi, as their athletic trainer, although not well versed with pregnancy, knew a lot about health and taking care of yourself in general, so he made sure you were always eating right and healthy. he even accompanied you once when sakusa and atsumu couldn’t, to the doctor, and made sure to ask him specifically what you should and shouldn’t be eating. all of the olympic/national team are more excited than anything. they’re insanely protective over you, and always pamper and care for you you when they can, whether that be back/neck/shoulder massages or giving you their food when they notice you eyeing it or letting you lean entirely on any of them for support as you walk. granted, they do make fun of you, especially the bigger your stomach got, but they mean well, really. suna once made fun of you and, because of the hormones, and because he was genuinely just mean, you started to cry. since then, suna swore off bullying you, at least until you gave birth.

↬ osamu is beyond ecstatic to become an uncle. he’s so excited it makes atsumu incredibly emotional. he goes with his brother on trips to ikea to buy a crib and gifts him an insane amount of baby clothes and always begins a conversation with, “how’s the baby?” every time you’re around, osamu’s hand can be found resting on your stomach, soothingly rubbing, excitedly grinning when he feels a kick. he is just so happy for his brother, he could cry.

↬ you ask them if they want a gender reveal when you find out or to keep it until the delivery of the baby, but they’re both insanely impatient (even though sakusa does try to convince atsumu to wait because it’ll be exciting, he himself isn’t even that convinced of that and they just ask you to tell them). with the help of osamu and his and atsumu’s parents, you organize a gender reveal party. the moment he sees the pink smoke, atsumu cheers so loudly it makes you laugh till your stomach hurt. sakusa’s grinning wider than you’ve ever seen him, grabbing atsumu’s face and kissing him, before pulling you into a tight hug. it’s literally the cutest thing ever, everyone just cheering loudly around you and celebrating with you.

↬ when you go into labor, you’re with neither of them, but with osamu, aran, and kita. they were staying the night at a hotel since they had training away from where they lived, and you were spending the night at osamu’s because the fathers of your baby really didn’t want you to be alone so close to your due date, and who better than osamu? your water didn’t break, but you kept having contractions. you were brushing it off as normal pain at the start, but they started to get worse, and closer together in time. kita, because he’s kita, had been keeping track, and told you how far apart your contractions were. to which you went, “contractions?!”

↬ aran’s calling sakusa and atsumu as kita grabs your bag as osamu grabs his keys and helps you to his car. you really couldn’t have been around a better set of men, because they were perfectly composed the whole time, helping you breathe and stay calm by staying calm themselves, reassuring you that you didn’t need to worry and that you will get to the hospital in time. they did flinch every time you screamed or cried out in pain, but aran held your hand the entire drive there, and kita guided you to steadying yourself as osamu drove as fast as he could.

↬ the issue was with sakusa and atsumu. to say they were freaking out would be an understatement. they were positively losing it. atsumu’s anxiety was louder than sakusa’s, but the latter’s was clear as ever on his pale skin and clammy hands. they were so annoying in the delivery room, literally faring worse off than you, who was pushing a whole baby out of her body. when you finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl, atsumu sobbed and sakusa cried in his hands, so maybe it was alright after all.

↬ they literally couldn’t believe their eyes when the nurse handed you the baby and placed her on your chest. she was so, so tiny, so beautiful, and theirs. honestly, you couldn’t hold back your own tears at the sight of her, and at their reaction to her. you held her in your arms as they thanked you, over and over and over again, for the biggest blessing they could ever receive.

↬ despite the fact that you were simply their surrogate, sakusa and atsumu knew they couldn’t just separate you and your baby, and neither could they just take her home all of a sudden. so for the first few months, you stayed in their guest room, but the baby slept in her own room. it was more difficult than you expected it to be when you were leaving her to go back to your own home, but they promised you repeatedly that they’re not really taking her away. it wasn’t as if you couldn’t visit at any time you wanted to come visit her. but at the end of the day, you knew what you had been signing up for, and that she was their daughter.

↬ she grows up to be a gorgeous woman. she’s interested in volleyball, sure, she’d been raised with volleyball players everywhere around her, but it’s not her immediate passion. atsumu thought he’d be more upset about that than he actually was, because he found out that it didn’t matter at all what she wanted to do. hell, if she wanted to do nothing at all and stay home forever with them, he was 100% on board with that. whatever made her happy and healthy, he was okay with. she grows up to be really close and really comfortable with both of her fathers, and they make sure with every passing day that no matter what, she can always come to them. and she does, about every little thing. and each and every time, they listen and advice and guide her properly. a s parents, they’re a perfect balance of strict and lenient. they set and raise her to never cross those boundaries, but otherwise they give her complete freedom. they respect her privacy, her decisions, everything.

↬ there was a day when she came back home from school, and they had taken a biology class for kids, where a teacher had explained periods to them. obviously, as curious as ever, she’d asked her dads about it, because she didn’t really get it. she wanted to know the how’s and the why’s and the what’s and the when’s. with every passing second atsumu had felt his lifespan shorten. eventually he suggested they call you, who she knew as her ‘aunt’ for the time being, since you were a woman and nobody would really explain it better than you. when she did get her period eventually, and had to sheepishly and shyly ask her dads to go to the store for her because she needed, um, supplies, atsumu lost it. sakusa had to try and calm him down all while laughing as he got ready to go to the store for her, because the drama of miya atsumu never gets old. he just couldn’t believe she was already getting her period. what the hell! what the actual hell!

↬ of course, he proceeded to embarrass her by telling osamu, telling sakusa’s parents, telling his parents. not cool :(

↬ when she was old enough, especially to understand the concept of being a surrogate (oh my god the sex talk was a whole other insufferable thing), they told her about you, and that you were actually her biological mother and not just an ‘auntie.’ she tried to be angry at them for keeping it from her, but she was honestly more excited about finding out than anything. it brought the two of you closer together, and for the next mother’s day, she organized a whole brunch for you, her and her dads, got you a gift, flowers, everything. yeah, you did cry.

↬ you genuinely have never been more satisfied and thankful for a decision like this one, ever, especially because of how much of a blessing the outcome had been.

can u tell this isn’t my first time thinking about this. ever since i posted the iwaoi one i’ve been wanting to do a sakuatsu one, but i didn’t really know whether anyone had enjoyed that or would want more, so thank you for sending in this ask!! love u all mwah <3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #miya atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #atsumu x sakusa #sakuatsu #sakuatsu x reader #atsumu x reader

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