#the one person who would love him unconditionally for the rest of both their lives

[ascesabo]

don't they know / it's the end of the world? / it ended when you said goodbye

#one piece #portgas d ace #monkey d luffy #im not built for this bro #ace was born feeling like the world scorned him for existing and thinking he'd spend his whole life searching for purpose #but one day out of the blue guess who the universe sticks him next to? #the one person who would love him unconditionally for the rest of both their lives #i'll never shut up about ace dying in the arms of the person who loved him most #they basically spent their whole lives together you know?? #they've shaped so much of themselves around each other #ace died knowing he carried luffy's love with him all his life #and now luffy will spend the rest of his life carrying the love ace left behind #it's so over bro #asl brothers #d brothers

[euaphoric]

𝟎𝟏. 🥛 ✶𓏲ּ “ i want to sew all my love into you ” — [ 정국이 ]

he was comfort, security, and need, all in one. it had a name; home <3

pairing ◞⁺⊹ husband!jk x wife!reader genre ◞⁺⊹ married/domestic au, pwp, slight age difference (jk is older by 5 years)

warnings ◞⁺⊹ insane tooth-rotting fluff bc i’m in need of high dopamine levels, cute n soft smut, you’re a clingy wifey, minor mentions of anxious/sad thoughts, o/c is kinda whiny and hella attention/touch-starved, o/c just misses her bby fr, daddy kink, major impreg kink, foreplay, they get all sentimental n mushy gushy at the end agghhh, aftercare bc koo is the literal definition of the perfect husband ^_^ wc ◞⁺⊹ 4.6k

音楽 — eyes locked, hands locked by rv

i’m vv excited to be back and writing again, i missed it sm ;(( i did this poll i few days ago and this idea won but i’ve decided to write them all so this is the first of three !! (〃ﾉωﾉ)ﾟ+°

summer days grew humid, each was hotter than the last. though it isn’t your least favorite season, you prefer to spend most of your time indoors as the heat often makes you feel faint and the air can be suffocating. usually these lazy, torrid afternoons were shared with your lovely husband, either you two would be laid up on the sofa or in bed watching your favorite shows/movies but today went a little off schedule.

you were all alone in your bedroom, feeling a bit sulky as your husband wasn’t around to tend to your needs or give you any affection. it’s not jungkook’s fault though; he’s been toiled away since this morning, offering to help your parents move and rearrange some of the new furniture that arrived today. you decided to stay at your family beach house this summer for a change of scenery, you hadn’t been here since you were seventeen, let alone seen your parents in person since last year. spending some quality time together has been long overdue and you couldn’t be any happier about it.

both your parents absolutely adore jungkook, they thought he was the sweetest, kindest, most generous person they’ve ever met— which says a lot considering they’ve never been a fan of anyone you dated previously. when you introduced him to them a few years ago, they had slightly pre-judged him based off his outward appearance, assuming that he wouldn’t be the type to take relationships seriously or even want to settle down and get married someday. but not even hours later their perceptions of him changed drastically, your parents could tell that he was a genuine soul who loved you unconditionally and would do absolutely anything for you.

that very same day, your mom spoke with you privately to express her virtuous first impressions, saying how much she loves him already and this is who you should’ve been dating from the start. your parents had extremely high standards for your future partner, especially your mom— but jungkook exceeded every single one of their expectations, checking all the boxes off their list. “i can tell just by the glint in his eyes whenever he looks at you… he’s more than in love, he’s infatuated. the way he talks about you as if you’re the most wonderful thing to have ever came into his life— he’s definitely going to be the one you’ll marry.” your mom gets all teary eyed as she spoke those last few words, picturing her one and only daughter all grown up, in a beautiful wedding dress, finally getting to see you live your happily ever after.

not even a couple months after graduating from uni you got engaged to the love of your life, proudly getting your degree you worked your ass off for and becoming a soon to be wife. you had to move across the country for a job offer of a lifetime but it was worth it, jungkook was beyond supportive in any decision you made and was there with you every step of the way, holding your hand through it all.

shortly after moving, you two got married and the rest was history, it was stressful dealing with so many life changing events all within a span of such a short time but you somehow managed. had it not been for jungkook’s constant encouragement and willingness to work/talk things out, you would’ve been a complete trainwreck. he was the balance you needed to keep yourself afloat, you felt so lucky, more than blessed to have a caring, understanding man like him.

the more you daydream about him, the more you wished he was holding you right now. you’re feeling lonely, so empty, and a little sad, his absence fills your mind with restless thoughts, hoping that he’ll come to your rescue soon enough. before jungkook, you were highly independent, never needed anyone to take care of you because you did everything for yourself; he never gave up on gaining your trust and has shown time and time again how dependable he is. you’ll forever admire how much effort he’s put into getting to know you over the years, that no one’s ever came close to making you feel the way he does— so high as if you’re soaring through the sky, living in heaven on earth.

he was the main provider of the household, you didn’t have to worry about anything nor lift a finger, all you did was focus on your career. you had a worry free lifestyle, the perfect job, perfect husband, what was there to possibly complain about? most aren’t so fortunate to be in your position so you never took any of it for granted. you love him more than anything in this world, you couldn’t stand to be away from him for another minute, you miss your hubby so much :( you craved his presence near you, needing him around you physically, wanting his soothing touch to ease your mind.

you wanna feel his sunkissed skin against yours, his warmth, the way his scent clouds your senses as he trails kisses down the curve of your neck, tangling your fingers in his dark, wispy hair. you want to lay your head on his broadened chest while snuggling up into him, hearing the gentle sounds of his heartbeat, intertwining your small hands with his large ones. you desire for him to kiss you everywhere, leaving no surface of you going untouched, pinning your body down between him and the mattress, like a flower pressed into the pages of a book and all that’s written is his name over and over. so many different scenarios play in your head as a means to pass the time, but they can only keep you sane for so long.

you’ve grown desperate for him at this point, finally coming out of your room to see what he might be up to now, searching the entirety of the house. you ended up finding him downstairs in the living room with your mom right beside as verbal assistance, not only did he lift and move most of the furniture but now he’s helping to mount up the new TV without even breaking a sweat in the process. was there anything he couldn’t do? probably not, he was a man of endless talents. your dad was sent out to go grocery shopping so your husband was pretty much doing everything on his own while your mom simply watches in amusement.

she was yet again impressed by your husband’s handy work, “wow jungkook, you’re really strong!” he was indeed. now you’re getting flashbacks to when he’d manhandle you and lift your body with ease in one swift motion to switch positions. his hands needed to be all over you right this second or else you’ll simply die of attention starvation. “mom, are you gonna keep him busy all day? ‘m getting really boreddd.” you childishly whine as if you weren’t a fully grown, married adult. to be fair though, it’s been hours since you’ve seen him and as much as you wanted to give him some space to help out around the house, you still had your needs to. the need in question being him in your bed, immediately.

“why don’t you go sit by the pool or something? you’ve been cooped up in that room since this morning, get some fresh air!” your mom suggests an alternative to wait but you shook your head in an instant, “nuh uh, too hot, i’ll melt like an ice cream cone!” you’d rather stay locked inside your air conditioned room than having to deal with the searing hot sun baking you well done at 450 degrees. “i’m almost done sweetheart, promise.” jungkook quickly reassures before hammering one of the nails into the wall, the way his veins would protrude through his arms as he repeats the action made you mindlessly clench your thighs together. he could make anything look insanely hot, it was almost unfair.

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after another twenty minutes or so he was finally done and now free to go, thrilled to have him all to yourself once again. you practically yanked his arm off as you led him up the staircase but your mom had one more thing to say, “will you be helping us tonight with dinner? i’m making your favorite!” he turns for a second to answer, “uh- yes of course !” that enthusiastic, bunny-like smile of his that you’ve grown to love for so long never fails to make you melt, just so effortlessly pretty without even trying.

but now you realize that you only have a limited amount of time with him, great… you’ll have to wait even longer to have him exactly as you’ve imagined. there’s only so much pent up sexual frustration you can take, you’ve been patient for almost eight hours. that’s probably the longest you two might’ve gone without having sex— okay maybe that’s an exaggeration but you do have a very active sex life with your husband, you try to do it at least twice a day and if you’re both feeling a little friskier it can sometimes go up to 4-5 times~.

your sex drive used to be quite low, never really seeing it as a huge necessity for you— until you met jungkook, of course. there was an immediate sexual attraction that you felt towards him, you’ve never felt so drawn to anyone before, he was irresistible. you’ve had some internal issues with your performance in the bedroom, it took a lot for you to reach your peak but could never get yourself to finish (unless you did it yourself) but with jungkook? that’s a whole different ballgame. you could simply cream in your panties just from kissing those luscious lips of his, he ignites a fire in you that’ll never wither into ashes.

once the door to your room was closed, both his hands found purchase around your waist, caging you into him and pulling you in for a deep kiss, melting right into his hold. your bodies flowing with pure lust and greed for him, not even thinking twice as your hand travels down lower to palm him through his sweats. he let out a breathy chuckle from your sudden actions once he pulled away, “someone’s feelin’ kinda slutty tonight.” he teased, which you took no offense since that’s just your collective humor.

“mhmm, ‘m only the biggest slut for you. now stop neglecting your wifey and gimme all your love.” since he hasn’t been giving you much attention all day you were acting a bit whiny about it, jungkook didn’t like that word though, neglect? that just wasn’t something in his vocabulary when it came to you. “huh? don’t ever say that again, you know i’d never purposefully neglect you, ever.” he made sure to emphasize that, he knows you weren’t being serious but it does hurt a little to know you may secretly feel this way. he loves you and you can feel it without him even needing to say it, that’s how intense it is.

“it was just a joke koo… didn’t mean it like that.” you jut your lip into a tiny pout, leaning in to kiss him again but he turns away, denying you the void of what you wanted most. “a joke is supposed to be funny last time i checked.” he retorts before sneaking off to make a beeline towards the bed, confused when you don’t follow suit after him. “what’re you standing there for? get your little butt over here.” he impatiently demands, patting his lap for you to sit on top. you listen and make your way over to him, straddling his lap with both legs on either side of him as he brings you in closer. he wraps his arms around your waist again, tightly holding you in his grasp, your frame sinks right into his chest.

he locks his lips with yours, kissing you slowly, taking his sweet, sweet time; what’s the rush? you had the rest of the night at your disposal. needy hips languidly rock back and forth against his semi hard-on, the fabric of the pajamas shorts you wore were so thin you could feel his cock throbbing underneath. you audibly gasped when he brushes up against your weak spot, it feels amazing, your panties turned into a sticky puddle from the pleasure; moaning into the kiss as he inhales your sighs. you were more than hungry for him, you were ravenous— only the taste of him could quench your avid thirst. you’re already as close as you can be but you wish to be even closer, if it was impossible you’d crawl into his skin and fuse your bones together to become one, you’re so in love it sickens you.

“need you to touch me,” you whimper for more when his lips drew from yours momentarily, “please.”

jungkook loves seeing you like this, his pretty wife acting all hot and bothered just for him, but he’d lying if he said it wasn’t the same way for you too. “where baby ?” his warm breath against you leaves a shiver to your spine, his voice low and raspy. “everywhere.” you beg in desperation, “just wanna to feel you, need you so bad…” you continued to grind your core onto his clothed erection, becoming even whinier as time passes.

he smirks at that answer, knowing that he’s the only one that can have you in this way. “need you too baby,” his tone is nothing short of a whisper, lazily rutting his hips up to match the pace of your movement, “been thinkin’ about you all day, can’t wait to fuck this little pussy.” his middle and index finds your clit to rub through your pajamas, making you bite your lip so hard it’ll leave a bruise. you’re both so horny and desperate for each other like some hormonal teens, you’re about to explode from how sensitive you are, your whole body feels tingly.

“jungkook!” a familiar voice shouts from a distance, it was muffled but you know that was definitely your mom who just called for him. “come back downstairs, i think something’s wrong with the remote, it’s not working— help !” she sounded a bit overdramatic which is how she usually is most of the time. you groan in annoyance, getting even more frustrated that you had to stop, all you want is some private alone time with your husband but no, the universe said not today! you really wanna curse your mom for being a total cock block right now .. -_-

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“i’m gonna put a baby in you someday.” your husband casually says while rubbing your stomach, his inked skin splayed across your bare form. “in this cute little tummy right here.” he points near your belly button, planting a small kiss to it. you two were finally alone once again and this time it was for good. after jungkook helped your mom figure out what was wrong with the remote (it wasn’t broken, she just forgot to put a new set of batteries in) and ate dinner with you and your parents, the night was bound to end like this.

this isn’t the first time he’s said something like this and it surely won’t be the last, but you burst into a giggle, “quit kidding around kook.” he’s always playing around but you can count on one hand how many times he’s actually finished inside you, since you’re not on birth control for health reasons you have to be extra careful to not end up getting pregnant. there’s been a handful of times where he’s had to run to the store and get you a morning after pill which you’d just hope for the best and leave it up to the universe. you have noticed that jungkook has been more vocal about wanting children lately, so maybe he’s hinting at finally taking the next step.

“and if i told you i wasn’t?” he shifts slightly, eyes flickering up to stare into your gaze. “would you let me paint your walls ? give you a baby so i can see my stunning wife bear our children?” the thought of you carrying his child pops into his head a lot, probably on an hourly basis— he’s more than ready to start a family, but he’s still not sure where you stand 100% on the idea. there was no pressure on his side, but it’s important to make sure you’re both on the same page.

your hands snake up to his chin, cupping it firmly, ready to make the final say once and for all. “yes koo, i’ll let you do anything to me. i trust you, i trust us.” that’s all you need to withstand through any obstacle(s), trust and trust alone. if that doesn’t exist, the foundation will be sure to crumble— disintegrating into nothing. you’ve never trusted someone as much as you do jungkook, he’s the reason you even get out of bed at times, makes you want to push yourself to become a better person. real love is the refusal to never give up on one another, even through the toughest, most ugliest moments.

what you’ve come to realize is that you have all of him and everything he’s promised to provide is all yours; his heart, his last name, his vow to stay by your side forever— through sickness and health. he’s given every single aspect of himself he has to offer, the only thing left that’s missing is a tiny addition that carries both you and jungkook’s DNA. you’re more than curious to see what the outcome will be, harboring no regrets inside. jungkook’s smile grew wider, feeling faint tears rim his eyes at the thought of you putting all your trust in him. you have no idea just how much that means to him.

his head lowers back to your torso, imprinting a trail of kisses, slowly making his way down further and further. your skin feels as if it’s on fire, boiling hot like the scorching summer heat. he took an ample amount of time to worship your body, leaving wet kisses to your inner thighs, “i’ve wanted this for so long…” he hums against your flesh, insides buzzing with raw passion and desire. “want to finally do this together.” he gently nibbles, a faint bite mark appears to which he repeats on the other side. “your tits are gonna get even bigger, more plump and so full of milk,” he continues, elated with so much enthusiasm, “that pregnancy glow will make you even more gorgeous.” he wasn’t saying all of this for nothing, he truly cannot wait to experience it all, how your belly will grow each month, all the random/weird food cravings you’ll get, and gracefully handle any sudden mood swings.

you were aching for him, you couldn’t even answer back, your heads reeling with too many thoughts— the thought of him stuffing you to the brim with his cock. you were topless but wanted him to take off the rest, wanted him to fuck you until your body physically shakes and you can’t think of anything but him being buried balls deep into your sousing cunt. you had to savour every last bit of this though, etch every little detail in your brain to replay as a supercut one day; remembering the time you two made love to conceive your first child.

jungkook’s slender digits move skillfully to hook around the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your drenched panties. “it’s crazy to me how this is all mine,” he pauses to admire your glistening arousal, scooping it up with his one of his fingers to have a quick taste. saccharine. “i have the prettiest, sexiest, hottest wife in the whole fucking world.” he’ll never not compliment you, even when you’re old and gray he will always remain the same. “stopp~” you toy with your bottom lip, cheeks turning rosy at his constant sweet talk. then you become a pile of mush, simply too absorbed with pleasure as he sunk one of his digits into you, thrusting in and out slowly. “fuck.. feels s’good- please don’t stop.” you beg for this to never end, bidding all concept of time to vanish in hopes of it lasting infinitely.

“we’re going to create the most beautiful family,” he coos, licking a stripe to your clit, swiping up and down as he continued pumping his fingers in your wetness, “just you and me.” he only came up for air to say those last few lines, diving right back in to drink up your deliciousness. his tongue adds light pressure to your overly sensitive bud, making you twitch and subconsciously jolt up— his free hand forcibly brings your hips back down, locking you in place so you have nowhere to go— forced to take all that he gives you. paradise. that’s what this is. you’re already close to the edge, the broken moans that escaped your lips are like a soft ballad to his ears, cursing under your breath, panting, crying out his name repeatedly.

“ah! s’close… don’t stop, don’t stop..” you plea so pathetically, voice getting shakier as you reach your climax, his face was soaked, fucking drenched. he’ll willingly drown, submerge himself into the flood of you, no other place he’d rather be than between these perfect, plush thighs. he drives you into further insanity when his pace drew more rapid, finding the ultimate sweet spot. the lethal combination of his fingers and his tongue working to give you a mind blowing orgasm, all you could do was utter feeble, plaintive cries, latching onto his fluffy hair as you ride out your sudden high that’s stampeding into you full force. your body goes inert, limbs pliant beneath his embrace. “you did so good for me angel, m’so proud of you.” jungkook briefly pecks both your thighs, giving it a little smack once he comes back up to face you again.

he quickly discards the rest of his clothes, but everything’s moving in slow motion. his movements are frantic yet it still wasn’t quick enough, he needs to feel you so badly. his manhood throbs against your folds, sliding his shaft between the puffy, saturated lips, making such delightful sounds. “quit teasin’,” you whine, not in the mood for prolonging this anymore. he doesn’t say anything, just twisting a smile in response, but he’ll give you exactly what you want. who is he to deny his wife’s orders? so he finally enters you, filling you up little by little, inch by inch; and when he’s fully settled in, your walls clench around his length immediately. “never fails to amaze me how i fuck this little pussy on the daily but you’re still so fuckin’ tight… always squeezin’ me babe.” his breath hitched towards the end, already sounding so pussydrunk from the way you suck in the entirety of him.

your legs hook around each side of his waist, keening at the way his cock drives into you, slow but sensual, moving your hips to match his rhythm. “be good for daddy and wait for me. wanna cum together.” he husks, to which you obediently nod at his request. your jaw slacks open wide from his cock hitting your walls beautifully, each stroke he gave sent you to a further state of delirium. he picks up his speed a little more, his brain empty with no thoughts but this warm, dewy pussy swallowing him up, groaning as you leave scratches along his back. jungkook’s sweet compliments never stop, they only intensify. ‘you’re all mine, and i’m all yours baby’ ‘your face looks so pretty when it’s all fucked out’ ‘love fucking this perfect little cunt’ and ‘i love you so much, my angel baby.’ it brings you to the verge, strings of shattered moans evade your senses.

your hands greedily come up the sides of his face, pulling him in for a frenzied, yet passionate kiss caging him in just in case he has second thoughts, trapping him with no choice but to cum inside. “shit— keep going like that and you’re def getting pregnant tonight.” he groans against your lips, this only made you clench around him tighter, “please daddy- wan’ your cum, put your babies in me..” you want him to paint your walls white, milk him for all he’s worth and some. his strokes get sloppier as his high approaches, squeezing your thighs as he plunges deeper. it doesn’t take much longer for him to shoot a hefty in load inside, planting every bit of his seed as the waves of your second orgasm ripples through you. you’re both heavily panting and gasping for air, when he pulls out you’re left empty again, but at least you were stuffed with his hot cum. he looks down at the mess he’s made, sodden and creamy, picking up some that’s spilled out of your cunt to push back in. “we can’t let any go to waste, right ?” “mm… yea.” you bit your lip, still shaking, electricity flowing through your veins.

he topples over in exhaustion, way too tired to move. well, at least for now— he’ll be able to go again in another hour or so. “you’re going to be such an amazing mom,” he says while snuggling up in the crook of your neck, “remember the day i asked you out? i thought you were gonna say no.” that was random… but also jungkook is known for saying the most unexpected shit at the oddest times. “what ?” you were so confused, firstly this came out of nowhere but also why would he ever think that? it was basically love at first sight with each other. “wasn’t nearly as confident back then, i used to practice in the mirror how i’d do it.” he chuckles at those old memories, in hindsight none of it was necessary because he didn’t say any of the lines he rehearsed. defeated the whole purpose.

“since the day we first met i knew you were the girl i’d spend the rest of eternity with.” his fingers trace down your spine as he spoke, you’re so overfilled with joy that you could cry. you regret absolutely nothing, the only thing you do is all the other men who came before jungkook, all those losers who were wastes of time, but that journey has led you here and this is where you’ll stay for the rest of your life. it still feels like the honeymoon stage with him, a never ending blissful rollercoaster. “i want to sew all my love into you,” his hands danced around your skin, inhaling your natural scent, you feel so soft and smooth. “thread by thread, seam by seam, i’ll tether our intricate souls together.” you hummed to his words, he’s a romantic at heart just like you, he still writes occasional love letters to you and is always doing something to bring a smile to your face— whether it be coming home with your favorite candy, buying you flowers, or taking you out on cute, fun dates. every day is like a new surprise, never knowing what you’re gonna get when it comes to your husband’s spontaneity.

you’re both a little sticky, sweaty, and smell of nothing but pure sex. jungkook ends up carrying you all the way to the bathroom, deciding to run a nice, relaxing bath for the two of you. he adds your favorite lavender bubble bath, making the water extra bubbly and soapy for you which he knows you love. when you're both in the bathtub, your backs facing him as he uses a pink loofah to clean you up, embedding gentle kisses to the nape of your neck and shoulders as he does it. he held you for what seemed like forever, just admiring each other’s company while under the water, almost falling asleep right in his arms.

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let’s make the circle

that’s inside of us.

every day it rotates like that,

color me ☆ 彡

am trying to write longer stufff, i enjoyed writing this story a lot, lmk what you think . ! ! !

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[ishcliff]

speaking on wuthering heights for a little bit, there is something to be said about how catherine's desire for heathcliff is, in many ways, her desire to be free of the social trappings that defined aristocracy at the time. to her, heathcliff was the embodiment of everything she never could have or be.

firstly, heathcliff was loved by her father in spite of heathcliff's lack of status – in contrast to catherine, who often lost her father's love for simply behaving like heathcliff. her father's last words to her were a lamentation of why she couldn't be "good", and not long before he often literally told her that her lack of being "good" meant he could not love her. it's worth noting that mr. earnshaw died when she was only eight years old. already she was taught that she could not live the life she wanted if she wanted to be loved and provided for.

(funnily enough, mr. earnshaw's favor of heathcliff is cited in text as the source of hindley's abuse towards him. hindley viewed heathcliff's status derogatorily enough to degrade him, primarily in racially motivated ways. mr. earnshaw emotionally abandoned hindley just the same as catherine. neither earnshaw sibling can understand what it was about heathcliff that enamored their father so much, and the two appear to externalize this emotion in opposite directions.)

of course, heathcliff loved her regardless – partially for the rare love she showed him, especially after her father's death. so here was affection from a source that did not judge her personality that was deemed too wild for the world she was born into. heathcliff, the one who received her father's rare affection, extended that acceptance towards her. he was everything she wanted.

despite hindley's attempts to isolate the two from each other, catherine only grew more attached to heathcliff the more she was forced into her assigned role as the lady of the estate. heathcliff in turn struggled with his own assigned role as serving the white aristocracy. through their mutual strife in circumstance, catherine and heathcliff became convinced their souls were one and the same. after all, neither belonged in their predetermined roles.

the two idealize each other's circumstances in their shared pursuit of rebellion through their union. heathcliff wants to gain power, while catherine wants to relinquish responsibility. the difference between the two is that catherine ignores her desire. she chooses to let it go and becomes entrenched in the life she knows she hates. she lives a lie, as was always expected of her, because she recognized she had truly little choice in the matter if she wanted to have a comfortable life.

so, when heathcliff returns, catherine thinks for a while that this means she can have both lives she wants: the comfort of aristocracy, and the freedom embodied in heathcliff, given to her by two men who appear to love her unconditionally. but when she learns that this world is not possible for her to live in, that heathcliff and edgar cannot exist to fulfill her needs in spite of their nigh-unconditional love for her, she dies of (effectively) a broken heart. her heart was broken for the life she would never be able to lead, and the sudden awareness of just how long she would have to lie to herself for the rest of her life with edgar.

i think what i find with some people who agree with this analysis is that sometimes what is left out is how this love was still genuine. catherine may have loved heathcliff merely for what he represented to her, but that love is real and extended to his entire person. she recognized herself in him and wished for the two of their spirits to be combined into one.

attachments can be fraught, ugly, and complicated. but that does not make them any less without merit and recognition. wuthering heights absolutely is a romance as much as it is Romantic (as in, utilizing the existence of love to explore complex sociopolitical themes). that is part of why their love is as captivating as it is even today; they were everything to each other, with every single way that phrase could be loaded.

#wuthering heights

[justmeinadaze]

Good Neighbors Part 13 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: Some sugar to go with the sour from yesterday ;) This is the final chapter of this part of the series. Due to popular opinion and my own need to keep these beautiful fictional souls in my life I will continue their story in another series.

Love you, guys <3

Warnings: Steddie content and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) There is a disgusting amount of fluff. I knew what I was doing when I was writing this lol Idk why but I felt like they need this.

Word count: 4300

Baby, head straight home after work. I’m picking up Dylan. Love you ;)

Steve Harrington, what are you two up to? Lol. 

You spent the rest of you workday thinking about all the things they could be planning. Next weekend was the big move and you were ecstatic that everyone would finally be under the same roof. 

After your shift, you did as you were told and headed back to the apartment. As soon as you opened the front door you were greeted with your beaming sibling. 

“Hey Kierra.” Your eyes scanned over her smiling frame. She looked gorgeous in a stunning pink sunflower style dress with her hair pulled up in a tight bun. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, my sweet sister. That is not for me to say but I AM supposed to help you get ready.” She takes your hand and guides you towards the bedroom where a beautiful white dress was laying on the bed. You glanced at her as your fingers delicately traced the material. 

“Kierra—”

“Come on, honey. Let them do their thing. They’ve been planning this for a while.”

The tears start to fall as you change especially after you catch you reflection of you in the garment. The silky fabric flowed down to your ankles as the lace hung delicately on your shoulders. 

“I know this may surprise you but Eddie wanted something shorter.” You both laughed as you whipped your eyes. 

“Kierra, I don’t deserve this.”

“Who says? Your idiot ex? Our mother? This narrow-minded town? Y/N, you deserve all the good things in this world. You were lucky enough to find not one but two people who love you unconditionally and seem to want to do anything for you to make you happy. You AND your son. Trust me, you deserve this.” She pulls you into a hug as you smile.

“Now…hair up or down? I’m thinking down.”

##################

Your sister holds your hand as she guides you across the way into the guy’s apartment. 

“Keep your eyes closed.”

“I’m starting to think I’m being kidnapped again.”

You grin when you hear Dylan giggle somewhere in the room. 

“Ok, you can open them now but please don’t ruin the absolutely fabulous make up work I did on your eyes.”

There was no way that was going to happen. As soon as they opened, you felt like you were going to burst into tears. 

Everything in their living room had been moved out of the way as a makeshift runway was made leading towards an archway made of white Christmas lights on their wall. Steve’s friend Robin was standing in the middle with a little book in her hand and a costume judges robe around her tiny frame.

The man himself was practically shining from head to toe next to her with his black suit and, of course, well styled hair. Eddie was beside him with a sexy, formal black suit as well with his hair pulled back away from his face. Dylan was standing behind them in a little green suit of his own and the men’s eyes followed yours to look down at him. 

“Yeah, our best man didn’t want to wear black to. He felt like he should stand out.” Eddie grinned as he lightly tapped him with his shoe.

“I…I don’t understand.”

Kierra placed a headband in your hair with a tiny veil attached to it before handing you a small bouquet of roses for you to hold. She loops her arm in yours as you both walk down the aisle. 

“Since daddy isn’t here, I’m talking over as the person giving you away but I’m still your maid of honor, God damn it.”

Dylan giggles but you’re still so in shock you can’t reprimand her.  

“We have a jar for that now, Kierra.”, Steve grins as he reaches for your hand. “Eddie and I thought that… since we can’t legally get married, we could do our own wedding.”

“No, no crying.” Your sister quickly comes around to dry your eyes, not able to hold in her own tears as she takes the flowers from your hand. 

“Are we ready?”, Robin smiles as Eddie grabs your other palm. “Cool. Hear ye, hear ye!”

Steve cringes as he laughs at her. 

“We have gathered her today in the eyes of God, the dope kid, and badass sister to witness these three come together in holy fake matrimony because this town is stupid.”

“Robin!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Do you have the rings, Harrington?”

Dylan jumps forward and hands Eddie a box who passes it to Steve. You can’t help but gasp when he opens it. Inside is a gorgeous three studded diamond ring around a silver band. The diamonds were small but you didn’t care. 

“We wanted to get something bigger but—”

You cut him off with your lips. “No, no. It’s perfect.”

Steve grins as he slides it on your ring finger. “The first time we saw you we knew we wanted to marry you. I know we can’t give you that but we at least wanted to be able to give you a symbol or something…”

“Sorry for skipping a few steps.”, Eddie cut in. “We wanted to do the whole get down on one knee thing but we also knew you would insist we didn’t have to do this so…”

“Are those your vows? Because they kinda suck.”

“Robin! Oh my god.” Steve playfully pushes her as she laughs. “I’m not good with the words. He’s the musician.”

“I play guitar. I’m not a front man.” He smiles at you. “But I do love you and of course your spawn.”

“Hey!” Dylan pouts making you giggle. 

“You know you never have to worry with us.” Eddie continues. “We never want you to feel like you did when you were married to Charlie.”

“You’re safe with us to. In sickness and in health and all that.” Steve chuckles. “I love you to AND your offspring.”

Kierra taps your shoulder, handing you a box of your own. “Now, this was tasked to me and Dil. We didn’t tell you guys but he had engraving placed in each wedding band. I paid for that myself because I thought it was the sweetest thing.”

She handed you the one for Steve, beaming after reading the inscription and handing it to him. 

“Hear this now, I will always come for you.” 

The Princess Bride was one of the few movies Steve was able to introduce to Dylan and was actually surprised he hadn’t seen it already. 

“Dude, it has sword fighting and a princess and all that fantasy stuff you like! How have you not seen it?” He looked at you with wide eyes. “How have you not shown this to him yet?”

“I don’t know! We just never got around to it.”

Steve smirks as he playfully takes you in his arms and dips you to the side. 

“Hear this now, I will always come for you!”

You dramatically throw your hand over your forehead. “But, how can you be sure?”

He laughs as he pulls you upright and places a soft kiss on your lips. “This is true love. You think this happens every day.”

He smiles at the words before sliding the ring on his finger. “Thanks, Little Man.”

You grin at Eddie’s as you pass it to him. 

“Life is ours, we live it our way.”

“Eddie!”

He stops strumming his guitar to look up at you from the chair he was sitting at in Dylan’s room. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Welcome home.”

“Why thank you. What are you two doing?” You smile as your son flashes you his guitar. 

“Eddie’s showing me Met-al-ick-ah.”

The metalhead smiled at his pronunciation.

“Oh yeah? Well go on, rockstar.” You jump onto Dylan’s bed behind him as Eddie starts playing again. 

“Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don't just say And nothing else matters.”

He winks at you as you blush. 

“Dude, this so metal. Thank you.” Eddie slides on his ring as well before glancing at you. 

Both men notice you fanning your face with your hand, trying not to cry. 

“Ugh, you people are going to kill me.” You let out a breathy laugh, handing them your ring to read. 

“I had to cut this quote down a bit, I’m afraid.” Your sister wrapped her arms around you. 

“We are only as strong as we are united…”

“Like us, right mom?”

“What do you mean, weirdo?” You close the Harry Potter book around your hand so you can focus on him. 

“Well, right now, Eddie and Steve are over there and we are here. But soon we will be together at the house. That will make us stronger. Right?”

“When did you get so smart?”

Dylan smiled as hugged your torso. “I was born with a big brain.”

You slide the ring down on your finger, staring at how it looked. After you left Charlie, you told yourself you were never going to do anything like this again. It just hurt too much and Dylan didn’t need all that stress. But seeing your hand, your son’s big grin, and all the effort these two men but into you…you wished this was real. Well, the wedding anyway. Their love for you was more than real and greater than anything you had ever experienced. 

“Y/N.”, Robin tapped your arm. “Did you want to say something?”

“God,” you laugh as you wipe your eyes. “There’s so much I want to say but it’s either cheesy or too much.”

“I’m sure it’s not too much.”, Eddie grins.

“That right there. You guys saying things like that and actually meaning it. Before you two the only man I ever trusted was seven years old.” Dylan beams at your comment. “Thank you for…for everything. In sickness and in health and all that.” Everyone chuckles especially the boys. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Steven the Hair Harrington and Edward the freak we need to come up with a different nickname for you because you aren’t a freak Munson to be your unlawfully wedded husbands in sickness and in health and all that… till death do you part.”

“I do.”

“And do you Steven the floofy Hair Harrington and Edward not a freak Munson take Y/N Y/L/N to be your unlawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health and blah blah… till death do you part?”

“Of course.”, Steve smiles.

“Fuck yeah.” Eddie grins as you reach over to smack his chest.

“Hey, kiddo? You take them to?”, Robin leans over so she can see Dylan who was now sitting on the couch. 

“Yup!”

“Awesome. By the power vested in me by no one because who would trust me with that kind of power, I now pronounce you fake husbands and fake wife. You may now disgustingly kiss.”

Steve jerks your arm, bringing you closer to him as his lips fall to yours. You smile as he spins to Eddie who dips you in his own arms before tenderly placing a kiss on your lips. 

“Ew!”

“Agreed, kid.” Robin smiles as she shimmies out of her robe. “Ok, love birds. Let’s eat! I’m starving.”

#####################

You, your sister, and the boys lay on the floor casually passing a flask between each other as Dylan snores on the couch. Robin had already left, needing to get home to her girlfriend.

“You guys seriously didn’t have to do this.”

“We know. That’s why we didn’t tell you because we knew you would try to talk us out of it.” Eddie laughs as he runs his hand through your hair. 

“Dad would have loved it.” Kierra cranes her neck to smile at you. 

“Do you think he would have liked us?”, Steve asks.

“Oh yeah. One guy to watch football with and another to talk shop while playing guitar? Hell, HE would have asked to marry you.” You cackle at your sister’s comment. 

“Alllllright, kids…” She clings to the bottom of her dress as she stands. “I’m exhausted.”

Instead of heading for the door, she loops towards the couch to pick up your son. 

“Um, excuse me. That little human is mine.”

“I know.” Dylan wraps his sleepy arms around Kierra’s neck. “I’m going to tuck him in for you and crash on your bed.” She leans in to kiss your cheek before opening the door and heading across the way. “Enjoy your honeymooooon.”, she sings.

You smile as you lock up and as soon as you turn around you bump into a broad chest who abruptly lifts you in his arms. 

“Steve!”, you giggle as he carries you across the threshold of his bedroom. 

“You know, this is probably the last time for a while that you can be REALLY loud.” He grins as he places you on the mattress and lays down on top of you.

Your body bounces as Eddie jumps in beside you. “Boys!”, you laugh at them as two sets of lips find their way to your neck. “You act like I’m going off to war or something.”

Steve shimmed down to the end of the bed, lifting each one of your legs to take off your shoes before gliding his hands up your skin bringing the dress along with him. 

“Wait, hang on. You have to…Eddie…in the back.” You sit up, giving the man some room to unhook the tiny buttons holding it to you. He lifted the fabric over your head and casually tossed it to the floor. 

“Wait!” You hand reached Steve’s when you noticed he was unbuttoning his shirt. “Can you guys keep them on for a while?” You push up your knees so you can bring your lips to his. “I just think you look really handsome.”

“Harrington,” Eddie beckoned him with his finger. Steve’s hand held the lower part of your back as he lifted you up and laid you back down, leaning his head to his friend as the metalhead whispered something in his ear. 

“What are you two planning now?”

“Just lay back, sweetheart.” His lips reached down to kiss yours as you felt Steve rest his upper body between your legs. His own lips placing small kisses along your inner thigh before using his fingers to open your folds. 

You moaned into Eddie’s mouth as he licked long stripes up towards your clit, stopping to suck on it with a slight pop before repeating the process. 

“Steve’s always really good with his mouth, isn’t he?” You nod at his question as you lick your lips, throwing your head back as you mewl. His mouth traveled down your frame, stopping to flick his tongue around one of your nipples making your pussy clench around nothing. 

You whined his name as he continued his trek down your body.

“I’m not going far, Princess. Trust me.”

“Fuck!”, you exclaimed as Eddie’s tongue grazed your nub.

Steve made room for him bringing his own tongue to your entrance while the other boy hung over one of your legs, wrapping his mouth around your little bundle of nerve. 

With nothing to hold on to you clawed at the sheets, panting at the overwhelming feeling of both of their lips and tongues between your legs. 

“Fuck, please. Please…” They pushed you over the edge as you came not even slowing their pace as you did. 

You leaned up on your elbows to watch them as Steve inserted two of his fingers in your hole while Eddie did the same with your clit, using two of his digits to rotate fast circles against you. They pressed their lips together, tasting you on their breath. 

Steve groaned as Eddie’s mouth followed his jawline to his neck. The pleasure on his face drove you wild as you felt the coil in your belly slowly tighten. As you viewed them through hooded eyes, you had a realization. They didn’t just “marry” you but each other as well. 

They had told you before in previous relationships they had never been allowed to explore that side of their relationship until you. They loved each other as much as they loved you. 

A small smile spread across your face as the coil snapped and you came harder than you had before. 

“St-Steve.” You shakily sat up with Eddie quickly shuffling behind you to be your chair. “We…we have never… fuck that was amazing.” The three of you laughed as you fell back against the man behind you.

“Take your time, honey. We have all night.” Steve’s beautiful smile warmed your heart.

“How would you feel…being in the middle…”

“Oh. But tonight’s about you, baby.”

“No”, you corrected. “It’s about us. I mean, of course, you don’t have to. I just…seeing you just now practically come apart with his lips on your throat. Oh my god… Imagine what his cock would do.” 

You can’t see it but Eddie is beaming with pride behind you as he winks cheekily at Steve. 

“Let’s do it.” He grins as you squeak with delight. “Are we allowed to take the suits off, ma’am?”

“Why yes, Mr. Harrington. You may.” 

Eddie is the first to get his suit off, not really taking the same care as Steve does to take off one piece at a time. You crawl to him on the bed with your knees and wrap your arms around him as you kiss his lips. 

“I love you.”

“I love you to, Princess.”

You mimic his early motions, leaving open mouth kiss down his chest and stomach as his hands gently pull through your hair. He moans above you as you take his dick in your hands and glide you tongue along the tip. Your eyes flick upward when you hear small smacking sounds to see Steve cupping Eddie’s cheeks as he kisses his lips. 

“Fuck…”, he groans as your mouth wraps around his length, steadily bobbing your head. You take him as deep as you can causing him to grunt with every gag. Steve sits beside you on the bed, licking his fingers before reaching under you to stroke your clit. 

“Yes, Sweetheart. Fucking hell.”, he responds to the vibration from your moan. You pull off him continuing to pump his cock with your palm as you look at Steve. 

“Are you ready, baby?”

He nods as he removes his fingers and waits for direction. You whisper to Eddie who responds with a smile and small peck on your nose. As he heads for the dresser to find the lube, you guide Steve towards his pillows, laying his head back against them. 

You straddle his waist as his hands come up to grip yours, holding on to you as you position his cock near your entrance and slowly slide him inside of you. 

You grind your hips against his, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. “Jesus, Steve. You always feel so good.”

When you stopped moving, his eyes opened as a nervous breath escaped his lips. Eddie positioned himself between the man’s legs, rubbing the lube over his cock with his fist. You leaned down, hovering your face over his.

“It’s ok, baby. If you start feeling uncomfortable just tell us.”

He smiled up at you, holding his breath as he waited. 

Steve’s mouth opened slightly, his eyebrows furrowing as Eddie began guiding his dick into him. You felt his fingertips dig into your skin as the boy behind you leaned his forehead on your back.

“Are you okay, Eds?” He responded by kissing your spine. 

“What about you, honey?” Steve didn’t say anything either but his face had relaxed a lot more. When you slowly started grinding your hips again, the sound that left his mouth made your pussy flutter around him. “Does it feel good?”

Eddie froze when he bottomed out and you took the opportunity the drift back down towards the man underneath you. “Talk to me, Steve.”

“I can’t…”

“You can’t what?”

His body began to move as the metalhead began doing small thrusts into him. “Can’t talk.”

“Does it hurt?”

He adamantly shook his head. “Feels…good. Really good.”

Steve’s mouth opened into a silent moan as you straightened so you could ride him. Eddie’s chin landed on your shoulder. 

“How does he feel?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

“Eddie, you…you can go faster.” Steve’s voice came out whiney as if he was begging. 

“Lean back down, Princess.”

You did as you were told as he began thrusting into Steve with much more purpose. When his hips pushed into him, his stomach nudged against you allowing your waist to grind on the cock inside of you. 

You whimpered as two sets of hands gripped your body; one set pulling you back the other moving you forward. Steve’s neck craned up to wrap his mouth around your breast as you moaned, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. 

“I’m… fuck…”

You sat up, grinding faster against him as Eddie’s arm came around to hold your chest. Steve watched in aw as you turned to kiss the metalhead, your tongues dancing with one another. He swallowed your moans as you came, trembling as you leaned your head back to shout their names.

You grinned as you panted, climbing off of Steve and falling to the side. Without you in the way, Eddie leaned down closer to the other boy’s chest as he pushed deeper into him. 

You watched them in an aw of your own. The way they moaned especially Steve was obscenely beautiful. Rolling on to your side, you kissed his shoulder up to his lips.

“He feels amazing, doesn’t he? Eddie knows how to hit just the right spots.” His honey eyes stare at you as you lick your palm and reach down to stroke his cock. 

“Fuck me…”

“Cum, baby. Cum for us.” 

Steve eyes close as Eddie delivers a few hard thrusts. He searches for you as he pulls your mouth to his, giving you a sloppy open mouth kiss as he cums, spilling ropes of his seed onto your hand and Eddie’s tummy. 

The other man chases his own high, gripping on to Steve’s legs. The sound of skin slapping fills the room as he releases inside of him. They both pant aggressively before Eddie gently pulls out of and falls onto Steve’s chest. You stroke his hair, pushing it out of his face and finding a soft smile. 

Tumbling off the bed, you disappear into the bathroom and come back with a wash rag.

“Eddie, sweetie, you have to move.” You grin as he shakes his head before groaning and rolling to the side. To both of your surprises, Steve wraps his arm around him, bringing his head back to his chest. His fingers tangled through his hair as you cleaned him up. 

After throwing the rag in a near by hamper, you grab one of their shirts off the floor, throwing it around your shoulders before lazily buttoning it up. 

“I love you guys.” Steve’s voice is low and gravelly as you crawl back into bed beside him. “I’m serious. I know I don’t say it a lot or as much as I should but—”

You tenderly place your hand on his lip, cutting him off. “We don’t doubt you, baby. Trust me. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. Even just the bare minimum, ya know? Eddie tells me stories all the time about you two and how you’ve been there for him.” The boy turns on to his chin to look up at Steve and smile. 

“Oh my god and Dylan. Weirdo never shuts up about how cool he thinks you are and how happy you make him when you hang out with him. Steve,” you lean up on your elbow so you can look down at his face. “We know you struggle with words but its ok. You show us every day that you love us.”

He grins, craning his neck to kiss your lips.

##############

Eddie runs up behind you and quickly takes the box you were carrying to the house out of your hands. 

“No ma’am.” He sticks his tongue out at you as he jogs inside the front door. 

“Are you guys seriously not going to let me help!?”, you call after him. 

He sprints past you stopping to kiss your cheek before jumping into the moving truck. You smile as you watch both men bring down the couch with Dylan laying on top of it. 

“Oh sure. I can’t lift boxes but he can get carried around?”

“Shit, she’s right.” You lightly smack Steve’s chest as they set down the sofa. “You, off.” He points to your son who giggles as he slides down. Strong arms suddenly lift you in the air and lay you on the furniture.

They grin at each other as they lift the piece of furniture again. “Yeah, that’s better.”

“I hate you both.”

“No you don’t.” They set the couch down in the living room and Eddie reaches for your hand helping you back up. 

“Why don’t you and little man start going through stuff?”

You scowl jokingly at Steve.

“Oof. Beware that look, gentleman. It means trouble.” Eddie’s uncle strides through the doorway. 

“Hi, Wayne!” Dylan runs to him and gives him a hug. 

“See? We got more help. And Robin’s coming over later to.”

“Oh? Are you going to make her stay inside to? I’d love to see that.”

“Are you kidding? Robin’s scary. She can do whatever she wants.” Steve chuckles as he rapidly runs away back towards the truck with Eddie and Wayne in tow. 

“What do you say, weirdo? Want to help me get our new home put together?”

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[moonlit-midnight]

A home in an unfamiliar place

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Cameo from the Ramshackle prefect.

Genre: Friendship, Angst with comfort.

Summary: Wherein Malleus’s human best friend reminds him that he will always be loved.

Warnings:

This fic takes place before Malleus joined NRC.

GN!Reader, is a human from another magical world.

Malleus Draconia knew that he was bound to suffer from a loneliness that wouldn’t easily go away once you were gone, but he let you march in his life anyway.

No one could blame him though.

You were everything that he dreamed to have when he was a child, a trustworthy friend who would accept him for who he was and love him unconditionally.

You were a light. The light of all lights, and Malleus was drawn into the light emitting from you, like a sunflower towards the sun.

When humans feared to acknowledge him, you were the first one to greet him, and you did it with excitement and beaming joy.

When he was all alone, you reached out to him and welcomed him with open arms.

You sat by his side and listened to him with a patient heart.

You cared about him tremendously, making him feel loved, seen, valued and understood.

He might not express his feelings that much, but Malleus was grateful for the wonderful friendship you offered to him, and the kindness and endless affection you gave him without asking for anything in return.

★ —

Spending your mornings with Malleus in your shared garden at the royal palace was the routine you could never get tired of.

As a token of affection and gratitude for your unwavering loyalty, he grew a flower garden for both of you.

The place was filled with flowers that represented your bond; Freesia, Chrysanthemums and Geraniums.

You were sitting in a patio chair swing, admiring the beautiful surroundings while Malleus had his head sprawled on your lap, his gentle gaze not leaving your face.

“You were a dream to me, Malleus. A beautiful dream come true and I don’t want it to end.” you averted your gaze from the flowers to the prince resting on your lap.

“I don’t want it to end either.” He murmured, blinking back the tears in his melancholic jewel-green eyes.

All your life, you wished to have a companion who would show you a world you’d never seen before. Someone who would embark on adventures with you toward places where your dreams reside.

It was never granted until you stumbled upon a portal from your world, taking you to another magical realm that is Twisted Wonderland.

There you chanced upon a certain dragon fae prince who was now your best friend and greatest companion.

“It’s been wonderful to have known you.” you exclaimed, cradling Malleus's face in your warm hands.

“Thank you,” He smiled tearfully. “For being my friend. I’m honored to have you and to have known you too.”

Smiling back, you pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Malleus felt an overwhelming sense of pure love and familial warmth that he couldn't hold back his unshed tears.

“I love you, dear friend.” you stroke his hair to soothe his cries, whispering a reminder that he would always be loved and cherished dearly by you. “I love you the way an abandoned house might love someone who stumbled across it with desperation and a spark of hope.”

It was a reminder that while you were still alive, you would be with him, for your soul and his soul were inseparable.

★ —

The prefect of Ramshackle was hanging out in Malleus’s room one night when their eyes landed on a small portrait displayed on his study desk.

It was a painting of Malleus underneath a tree, and beside him was a lovely human.

They stood close to each other, arm in arm, and both had pretty smiles adorning their youthful faces.

Alhough it was only a painting, the prefect could feel warmth radiating from it.

“Hey Tsunotarou, may I ask who’s this person beside you?”

“Oh, they were a precious friend of mine who loved me with their whole heart.” Malleus responded, eyes twinkling fondly and lips curled into a soft smile.

Even as years flew by, your memory lives on forever.

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[byersdontcry]

I’m just saying, it would be very foolish of the writers to let potentially one of the best queer slowburns in a popular show slip through their fingers.

If they pull an unrequited love storyline for Will and Mike, it would be such a fumble on their part. They have such an intense relationship between these two characters cradled in their hands, and if they choose to drop them it would absolutely break my heart — not only as a queer person and byler shipper, but as someone who is a hopeless romantic as well.

You have these two boys who have known each other for nearly their entire lives, who value each other above nearly everyone else. One who believes meeting the other was the best thing he’s ever done, and the other loving him unconditionally, even after childish mistake after childish mistake.

Mike goes above and beyond for Will. Being the only person besides Will’s mother to believe Will is still alive even after seeing his fake body be pulled from the quarry — Staying with Will for days when he is possessed and tormented by the Mindflayer — Running to Will’s house during a thunderstorm to apologize when he knows he’s fucked up —

Will, meanwhile, has been almost bashfully obvious with his feelings for Mike. He outright admits to wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with Mike, and reassures him that it’s not possible for him to fall for anyone else.

They fit together perfectly, and in the show it’s proven time and time again that they work better together. A team. Partners.

Now, they’re stuck in this awkward place where Mike is clearly conflicted and confused, and angry about it. He can’t tell his girlfriend he loves her, even on paper. This could be because they’re so young and he doesn’t know how to say it, or because he doesn’t want to admit to her or himself that he doesn’t love her in that way. Because Mike’s main motto is friends don’t lie. He’d be lying to her if he said he loved her.

Will on the other hand seems to be struggling to hold himself back from confessing to Mike. The pure yearning and hurt on his face each time he looks at Mike is heartbreaking, but it also just showcases how deeply and completely Will loves Mike. It’s not just some childhood crush or puppy-love. This is the real deal! It’s undeniable.

It’s a common belief that the best and most long-lasting romantic relationships are built on a strong friendship. The phrase ‘marry your best friend’ is an agreed upon sentiment in both real life and most romance media. As an audience we already know Will and Mike are close friends, but this season they’ve reiterated that they are best friends. They work best together, they understand each other, they fight for each other, and I think we can all agree that Will and Mike both shine as characters best when they’re with each other. Mike even admits that he feels like he’s lost Will. He admits that Hawkins isn’t the same without him. He said he’d paid too much attention to El and that’s why he lost Will, which is such an odd thing to say. It makes it seem like Mike regrets spending all of his time in season 3 with El, and that he wishes he’d been with Will instead. That isn’t a platonic thing to say at all.

They are open and honest with each other, and in this season you can really tell how much it infuriates Will that El is blatantly lying to Mike. He takes it personally. It’s clear that he thinks Mike deserves nothing but the absolute truth, which we’ve seen Will give him time and time again. Opening up to him about the Mindflayer, the Crazy Together scene, and now he’s the one telling Mike that El’s not being truthful.

The writers have the set-up. They’ve set-up a childhood best friends to lovers storyline between these two boys.

They’ve made it clear that Will has painted something for Mike — Most likely something that will make his feelings obvious. He’s ready to put it all on the table. Yet they continue to leave Mike’s feelings ambiguous. Soft smiles, lingering looks, awkward hugs.

I’d be sad if they burned it all to the ground, yes. Most of all, though, I think I would mourn for their loss.

Imagine having such an impactful and heartwarming romance just there in front of you, and then just letting it slip through your fingers.

If they follow through with it, though. . . it would honestly be huge. It would make history. I’m not even exaggerating.

It would be a total shock to me, even as I’m someone who loves them together so much. Because even though I’ve pointed out all the signs pointing to their mutual feelings, I’m still so reluctant to have hope.

Because queer people don’t get these kinds of love stories. We don’t get to see the same things as straight people do. We have to write our own romance storylines about the shows and books we love, because time and time again we are made to feel delusional for even thinking for a moment two people of the same sex will have a well-written onscreen romantic storyline.

It’s 99 times out of 100 unrequited or one half of the partnership is brutally killed off as soon as they confess.

I really want to believe Will and Mike will be different. I really hope nothing is half-assed with them.

#st4 spoilers #stranger things 4 spoilers #byler

[blakeswritingimagines]

Their views on you

Iron Man: You are, in a sense, his rock. You keep his ego in line. You are able to keep him focused on what matters when everything else just gets in the way. You are very important to him, and he would be nowhere without you. You bring calm and grace to every situation, even when things are tough. You are his partner in every sense of the word, and he is lucky to have you. You are by his side, always.

Spider-Man: His relationship with you is the center of his life. It's the light that guides him through the darkest of times, and the warmth that keeps him going on the coldest days. He's deeply committed to you, and you share a close bond filled with trust, intimacy, and respect. You both make time for each other, even when you're busy with your own lives, and you're always there for each other when the other needs it most. Whether it's sharing a hug or enjoying a quiet evening at home, moments with his partner make him feel truly happy and loved.

Hulk: You are everything to him. He feels so lucky to have found someone who is so perfect for him, especially with everything he's gone through. You're kind, generous, and understanding, and you always make him feel loved and supported. You share a deep connection and love each other unconditionally. Even when things are tough, you always give him hope and believe in him, and he does the same for you. You're his best friend and his biggest supporter, and he's so grateful to have you in his life.

Captain America: He sees his romantic partner as his other half, someone who completes him and who supports him. You are the person he shares his life with and the person he wants to spend his time with and grow with. You are his partner in crime. You are someone he can trust and someone who makes him feel safe and secure. It's a beautiful relationship and it's something that he hopes to continue for the rest of his life.

Winter Soldier: You are like a gift from the universe to him. He's very lucky and he's grateful that he has you. You make his life better and his soul is happier because of you. You are the love of his life and bring him true happiness and fulfillment. You both share your hopes and dreams and are always there for each other. You are his home and feels safe when he's with you. You’re a very special and remarkable individual and you’re lucky to have each other

Black Panther: You are his soulmate, the person he loves more than anyone or anything in the world. You are the most important person and the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. You make him laugh, feel safe and loved, and is always there for him no matter what. You are the one he shares his deepest thoughts and most silly moments with, and he knows you will always have his back no matter what. You are simply everything to him and he could not imagine his life without you. You are the one that completes him.

Doctor Strange: His person. Someone who he can share his heart with, who can bring him comfort when he's down, and who makes him feel loved and cared for. It's hard to put into words how you mean to him, you are someone who he can always lean on in times of uncertainty and trouble. You are the person he wants by his side when he's facing any kind of challenge, whether it's work-related, personal, or anything else. He couldn't imagine going through life without you.

Thor: You are his equal. You are his partner in life and love, and his closest confidant. You are his friend, his teacher, and you are everything he could ask for. You are his soul mate in every way, and he is so grateful to have you in his life. You complete him, and he wouldn't be half the man he is today without you.

Ant-Man: You're his special person. You make him feel amazing, and he loves to take care of you and provide for you as much as possible. You're a source of never-ending happiness in his life, and he always looks forward to spending time with you. He sees a future with you, and you always bring a smile to his face no matter what you're doing. He also knows that he can always rely on you, whether it's in the good or bad times.

#iron man x reader #spiderman x reader #hulk x reader #captain america x reader #winter soldier x reader #black panther x reader #doctor strange x reader #thor x reader #antman x reader #marvel hcs #marvel headcanons #marvel imagine #marvel

[azlrse]

➳ the aftermath (mammon x gn!student president!reader drabble)

cw: major angst, no comfort.

a/n: wanna post something here due to my inactivity and there's so much going on in my school rn (had lots of fun to the point that I forgot that I write stories here lmfaoo)

Without you, he is lost.

With your rejection and anger towards him and his brothers, he spends the rest of his days sulking in his room. No matter how much bargaining, pleading and begging for him to go out by his demon siblings, he still didn't budge. Mammon only cried in his pillow, now covered in layers of snot, saliva and tears while reminiscing the events that took place when he was still a part of your life – from birthdays to hanging out like the closest pair of friends a person could wish for.

Mammon was even far too late to recognize his deep and unconditional feelings for you and it only hurts more when you turned him away. He understands your pain. He understands why you acted like this and why your student council friends are even more protective of you – the way they glare and speak snide remarks to both him and his brothers when they first arrived at the prestigious academy.

He tried visited you like so many times, bringing gifts that you still liked during your time in the Devildom; flowers that only existed there and the sweetest donuts and cakes from Madame Screams, only to realize that you've given those gifts away instead of throwing it away, which shattered his heart a bit.

Mammon loved you, loved you so much that he started degrading himself that if only he could do so much better other than treating you like shit, speaking ill towards you and refusing to hang out with you in favor with the other students to whom he called his friend.

And his heartache only worsens when he saw you being in a relationship with one of your peers.

From a distance, he could only stare at the both you being lovey-dovey and giving head pats and kisses. He'll only imagine if he's in your lovers place, recieving such affectionate and words of love and going in dates here in the human world. He will only imagine and daydream on what's like for you to be his and calling you his very own lover.

The kind of lover who doesn't shame him for his sin and accepted for who he is.

The kind of lover who would comfort him when he has a bad day.

The kind of lover who would love the prince of greed unconditionally until the time you passed and live in the Devildom permanently.

The only act Mammon would so is to wish such happiness for you and your significant other. Wishing that they'll take care of you and bring you lots of happiness during the duration of your relationship with them.

It does hurt for the demon, but he'll keep on waiting for you, protecting you even. Because after all, he's your first man and as long as he's alive, he will keep on protecting you and awaits for the day that it's his turn to be your lover.

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#obey me x reader #mammon x reader #obey me angst #obey me drabble #obey me mammon #mammon x you #student council president!mc #obey me replaced mc au #replaced mc au #mammon angst #om! mammon #mammon x gender neutral reader #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all

[evenmoreofadisaster]

Splinter question anon here! I loved the answer thank you so much for the time you guys took!

Other question I’ve had since the emd bday post

Would one have a very difficult time with pets (or more likely a stray that decided he was there person and adopted him) because of how Draxum raised him? Like would he try very hard not to be attached to a living thing like that because he feared he’d be forced to hurting it later? Would it break his heart or make him feel like a monster to have some stray kitty or dog like love and embrace him when he knows he was forced to hurt animals by Draxum before? Idk if you feel like talking about it I’m very interested in like learning more about how his training would affect things like that in the future

“We accept the love we think we deserve” is a quote that comes to mind for one like he’s so confident and has such an ego but I think if he had to really acknowledge what he’s done to be who he is it might be harder for him to accept love from anything that offers it to him unconditionally where that be a stray cat/dog or Hamatos or maybe two (although their relationship is such a land mind right now I don’t think unconditional love is the right word like they do love each other but there’s so much damage and hurt there that I’d phrase it more as resilient love like it’s surviving despite the hardships but it also had to adapt and harden in order to survive) I think usagi would be more of an exception only because one can accept the love because he knows usagi is like him they’ve both gone through shit and come out what they are whether that’s good or bad?

Idk I’m rambling sorry! I’d love to hear you guys thoughts and thanks again for answering the other ask I love hearing your insights they help me understand the awesome characters you guys made in this au!

Of course! No problem. We love answering these questions.

Ooh, this is interesting. I haven’t thought about that. He’d probably see strays (or any kind of small animal) as pests and if approached by one, he would brush it off or maybe scare it away. He wouldn’t give himself time to get attached or think about getting attached.

I’ve seen like screenshots from the show of cats in the lair and I’m thinking— post season 1— if one of the cats rested in his lap, he would be less hostile but really uncomfortable.

That’s such a great quote and I agree, it fits One pretty well. It is difficult for him to come to terms with what he did, but the Hamatos help him through that (whether or not he wants it)

It is hard for One to accept being loved after all he’s been through and everything he’s done, but yea the difference with Usagi is that they’re kind of on the same pedestal. One knows that Usagi can do just as much damage as him and that Usagi would be a lot harder to knock down. Also, he doesn’t know that he and Usagi have feelings for each other, he just knows that they both care for and look out for each other.

Whereas, with Two, One has hurt him many times, and the Hamatos’ affection is very clear to him so all he wants to do is push them away.

Teaa: yeah and with Two the mine field is pretty accurate. Usagi and One will walk the mine field together, but Two and One will be racing across it, inevitably pushing each other into it wether its on purpose or by accident

#emd au #emd asks

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Two of Us leaves a bad taste in my mouth these days. The more the other writers talk about the development process the clearer it becomes that they were complicit with Sony in pushing Louis to release a song he wasn’t lyrically or sonically up for writing. All so Sony could milk tearjerker dollars from 1D fans. I know the music industry is a shitty business but I can’t wrap my head around how cold you would have to be to add to the burden of someone you knew was already struggling.

That’s not how I took it, tbh.

It felt to me, at the time, that Louis did have some insecurity or anxiety about continuing his career without his mother. Jay had been Louis’ bedrock who guided his life in every aspect, up until she became ill and subsequently passed away. Jay was 100% in Louis’ corner. Her confidence in Louis’ ability never wavered. In difficult times, under difficult conditions, Louis could always consult her to help him make the right choice.

When we look at the entirety of Louis’ career and life, we realize that there is really no one else with the loyalty and wisdom that Jay had. No matter what One Direction or the media or fans were doing, and no matter the vicissitudes of pop culture, Louis could count on Jay’s steady, supportive, and astute nature to love him unconditionally and give him an honest yet fair opinion. Suddenly she wasn’t there anymore, and Louis had to both process his own grief, and to be the head of his family, the spokesperson and the role model.

Even today, you can see the conflict in Louis’ nature. He is the leader in so many ways (“I was always the boss,” as he said), the decision-maker of expensive, risky, high profile projects, the face of fame for his sisters’ careers, the father who must protect his son from the dangers of fame and keep his own name out of rude headlines. Yet Louis is also a man who never really lived a normal late-adolescence. He “skipped” the freedom of being able to do stupid things out of the limelight, to form normal young adult friendships and romances, to educate himself on relationships, culture, and history, to have a loose day or two online just shit-texting. He tries to have a normal life, but friends and family can also be young, immature, or plain unreliable. Sometimes (nowadays) Louis does stuff just for the adrenaline and you can understand why.

Writing a song about Jay seemed to me (at the time) like a gate that Louis had to pass through, to process what was happening to him mentally and emotionally, and it was seriously challenging for him. He didn’t feel up to doing it for many reasons.

Also, as the rest of the songs from Walls demonstrated, Louis felt like the album had to tell his entire life story up to that point (he even said he had envisioned the songs in chronological order), and Two Of Us was the touchstone in his story that he could not allow himself to get wrong. During the lead-up to the album, Louis had a habit of saying he was “a perfectionist,” which I interpreted to mean that he had both very high expectations of the creative work but also an anxiety about getting the details right.

I think it’s pretty tough to read a few lines from Bryn Christopher about the songwriting on Two Of Us and understand it from Louis’ perspective, his motivation. The music videos— the performance video and the video with Richard Green— give us a better idea of what Louis aimed to do with that song. He has almost a compulsion to share his compassion and generosity with the world; this is the other side of the coin of his private, intense sadness. I think this duality allows him to be a steadier person, and it’s also something he learned from Jay.

#two of us #louis tomlinson

[the-blackholeus]

How about some dr Hauser x reader headcannons. Also aaa so sorry for being mean. Your writing is top notch

I'm sorry but I don't know what you are talking about. I do not recall you being mean, so there is nothing you have to apologize for. As for your request, I hope you enjoy this:

At the beginning of your relationship, Hauser will be a bit reserved. He is a very private person, and it will take him a while to be able to open up to you, but with time and patience, he will begin to tell you more and more about himself and his past.

He is actually a very shy person. Whenever you would try to kiss him and hold his hand in public, his cheeks would redden to the point he looks like a tomato and he would avert his gaze.

Despite having sworn to abandon his job as a surgeon, Hauser will make an exception for you if you get hurt. He is the only doctor in the entire area that hasn’t lost his mind (completely) and he does not want you to walk right into the claws of the monstrous chief doctor.

He is not a jealous person. If you would have friends outside the library, he will gladly tolerate them in order to keep you happy. He only wants to know who these people are and what their problems are. This may seem a bit controlling, but he just wants to keep you save, which is not very easy in the environment you two live in.

You are the only person he allows to take a book from his library. The only thing he expects you to do is to return it in one piece. That is quite reasonable, isn’t it?

When his knee begins to hurt unbearably, he sometimes asks you to fetch his meds or the salve. However, if your relationship has already progressed and you two trust each other unconditionally, it is also possible for him to ask you to massage it.

If you are tired or feel unwell, he has no problem to scoop you up in one arm or hoist you onto his back and carry you to the room he had set up for the both of you to comfortably live in. If you want, he would even make you a cup of tea or cocoa and/or cuddle with you.

He is very observant. Give him one week and he will know you from the inside out. While it may sound creepy, he mostly uses this knowledge to find books you might find interesting to give to you. He knows that Heilwald can be boring at times, and he does not want you to die of boredom.

He is very protective of you when it comes to the staff. He is aware of how dangerous they are and what they would do to you as soon as they would get their hands on you. He’s afraid that you would end up like the others. That is why he will not let you go to dangerous places alone, making sure that you always have company like the Trash Collector or Nurse Hellen. He doesn’t like either of them, but since they are one of the only people who have not lost their minds yet, he knows that you are safe with them.

If you are sick, he does his best to keep you as comfortable and happy as he can. He does not leave your side, bringing you tea and medicine. If you have to vomit, he will pet your back and hold your hair, if it is long enough, out of the bucket or bowl to make sure it doesn’t get dirty.

When he is sick, however, you have to practically tie him down for him to stay in bed and force him to take the medicine to make him feel better. He hates being vulnerable and weak, and it will certainly take a while for you to convince him to rest. Your top argument? “Someone could be stealing right in front of your eyes, and you would be too sick to notice.”

When it comes to sex, Hauser and you have it regularly. He leaves you satisfied and makes you feel loved, doing his best to meet your every need and give you all you could dream of. He does not have any kinks he knows of, as his sex life was almost non-existent before you came into his world and became his significant other, but with you, he feels comfortable enough to explore.

He loves cats. If you are not allergic or hate them, he will gladly take you on his nightly stroll to feed the strays that have been caught in the loophole. If you see and really want one, he might even consider adopting it for you and to create a permanent and loving home for him or her.

On lazy evenings or afternoons, he would take you down to the library. There, he has a room with a large fireplace. He loves to cuddle up with you on the large armchair in front of it, reading a book while you sleep or do the same. Often, this is done with a cup of your favorite drink or a bit of alcohol. Those moments are his absolute favorite and the best way to build an emotional connection with him.

When it comes to children, he is not really fond of them. They are too loud and energetic for someone like him. However, when you want a child or already have one from a previous relationship, he will gladly watch them and teach them things. If the child happens to be into reading or storytelling, he will be able to build a strong bond with them. Regardless of said bond though, the child is just as well-protected as you. Since he or she is a part of you, he’d rather get himself killed than let any harm come to him or her.

If you have “unusual” pets like snakes or spiders or rats, be prepared that they will be used for harmless experiments. Don’t worry, he would never hurt them, he just wants to test their intelligence with labyrinths or similar stuff. Besides, he seems to have a hand for them too, as they seem to love him just as much as they love you, if not a bit more.

#heilwald loophole headcanons #the heilwald loophole #dr. hauser x reader #hauser x reader #request #headcanons

[nameless-ken]

Henry Cavill Series - Part One

Summary: You never imagined falling in love would be the scariest but easiest thing for you to do. Especially when it came to him.

Warnings: angst as usual, mentions of depression & anxiety and parental death

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He left like you were never a reason to stay.

"Hey, just take deep breaths. You'll be fine." You encourage your brother as you help fix his tie for him.

"I'm getting married, Y/N. It's kind of hard not to be nervous right now." He runs his shaking hand through his hair.

"Listen Sawyer, Alice loves you and you love her. You two are going to spend the rest of your lives together and be happy with each other. All you need to think about today is the wonderful future you’re going to have together."

"I'll still be there for you. Whenever you need me. I wish mom and dad were here with us today." He pulls you into a tight hug.

"They would be thrilled about you marrying Alice. She is literally you but a female." His chest rumbles underneath your head.

"Mom and dad would be proud of you too. The places you are going with your career. I'm proud of you." Sawyer kisses the top of your head.

"Now you just need to find your special person and get married." He pulls away and looks down at you, laughing. You shake your head and roll your eyes.

"Hey," He tilts your chin up. "I'm just tired of seeing you alone."

"Sawyer, there's a difference between being alone and being lonely. I've chosen to be alone, not lonely."

"Just promise me that you will stop shutting people out and go out into the world and meet someone who loves you unconditionally."

"I'll see what I can do. Now, let's go and get you hitched." You both laugh and walk out of the room.

As you're standing in line with the rest of the bridesmaids you start to think about love. Your mom and dad were so in love with each other and you know they still are in another life. Your brother looks so happy with his new bride-to-be. All the friends you know have had multiple relationships, some already married with kids. It seems like everyone is finding love, except for you.

There is a reason why you stopped searching and his name is Henry Cavill.

He was a friend of you brothers. Just a couple years older than yourself. The three of you would always hang out together as kids. Mostly the two of them picking on you and you running away crying until Henry would come find you later and apologize for the both of them. Over the years, Henry became more attractive but not just to you but other girls as well. But you never saw him with a girl under his arm. He was never the one to show off to people. Even though he was the most popular and good looking guy in school, he was kind to everyone. There wasn't one person who met him that wasn't affected in some way. He completely changed your life.

You remember vividly when he and your brother were seniors and about to graduate. You were a sophomore and going through an awkward stage in life where you were trying to figure out who you wanted to be while everyone else seemed like they already knew. Your brother was in the shower while Henry and you were relaxing in the living room. Don't get it wrong, you definitely had a crush on him. Pretty much everyone did, but you knew he would never feel the same way. You asked him what he planned to do after graduating and he told you he wanted to go back and visit England. He was born there, and his family lived there until he was about five before his dad got a promotion in Seattle. He always talked about moving back to England, but you never thought he would actually do it.

The day of Sawyer and Henry's graduation was one of the worst but best days of you life. After the ceremony, you all were taking pictures, you glanced at Henry and were overcome with something you couldn't explain back then but you know now that it was love. Every time he would smile and his eyes would crinkle and his dimples would pop out, you got tingles all over your body. When he hugged you goodbye, you got shivers and blinked away tears. You were scared because you'd never felt this way about someone before. You didn't know what that feeling was. You were confused but you knew everything was okay as long as you had Henry in your life.

After the graduation dinner, everyone rode along to take Henry to the airport. You sat in the back between your brother and Henry.  You just wanted to be close to Henry without it being obvious. There were a few times where you would stare for too long at him because he is the most beautiful human being in the world. He would look at you with the brightest smile. You would die every time. Everyone said their goodbyes to Henry. You being the last one. You always thought Henry saw you as his little sister because he was best friends with your brother, that's why you decided to keep the way you felt about him locked away. You remember the last words he said to you before he left. 

"I'll see you soon Y/N. Don't forget me." You smiled at him through the tears.

You've never forgotten about him.

He is the reason why you've never been able to find someone because you've been in love with him this whole time. You've regretted not telling him the way you’ve felt for years now. Looking at your brother with the love of his life makes you realize how much you miss Henry. It's been five years since he left. You don't even know if he and your brother have kept contact with each other. Your brother never knew about your crush on Henry and you've never asked him if he knew anything about him now because you didn't want to seem curious. You just wish you knew what his life is like now.

You’re snapped back into reality once everyone starts cheering and clapping as your brother and his wife walk down the aisle and out the door. You make your way down the aisle with the rest of the bridal party smiling. When you’re almost out the door you look toward the back row and see the one man who has had your heart without even knowing it, except he has his arm wrapped around another girl. Your eyes meet his and you feel your whole world stop turning.

"What are you thinking about?" You look up from the glass of champagne to find Sawyer standing next to you.

"Oh nothing. Just how happy I am for you." You insist, taking the last sip

"You sure? I figured it was because of Henry." He mentions and you almost choke on your drink.

"Why would that be a problem?" You turn to face him.

"Oh, come on Y/N. Don't think I couldn't tell that you liked him in high school." You close your eyes and feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" 

"Honestly, I was waiting for him to say something to me or you, but it never happened." 

"Well, he obviously didn't feel the same way since he left five years ago and never came back."

"Maybe he didn't want to get attached to you because he was leaving. Maybe it just wasn't the right time but maybe now it is." Sawyer suggests.

"No, it's definitely the wrong time because he came here with someone else." 

"How about you just go talk to him. Catch up for a bit. You know you've missed him and I'm sure he feels the same." Sawyer pulls you into another hug.

"Now, go and have fun. This is my wedding!" He laughs and kisses the top of your head. You roll your eyes, giggling and turn back to the bar to order another drink.

It's been about an hour of you sitting alone at the bar. Watching everyone dancing and your brother and his wife looking so in love. You can't help but be jealous but so happy for them at the same time. You've always wanted someone to be by your side through everything. To make you happy when you’re sad and love you for who all that you are. You’re still pretty young, but you feel as if you've already missed out on a lot. Most people your age are either married and have kids or are in a relationship. You've never had a boyfriend and you know it's partially your own doing because you closed people off and never put yourself out there. When your parents died, it got worse. The only person you talked to was Sawyer. You didn't have friends at college. You mostly stayed in your dorm and never went out because you were depressed, and your anxiety worsened from shutting yourself out from the world. You were sure guys thought you were weird and awkward. The only time you would talk was if you were called on in class or you had to do group projects. You hate yourself for closing yourself off because you know you missed out on so much, but you can't take any of that back.

You finish what you think is the third glass of champagne and stand up. You look up and instantly are met with Henry's gorgeous eyes. Oh god. Shivers run through your body and your chest starts to tighten, almost like you want to cry. You've missed him so much and he looks so beautiful. He whispers something into the girl's ear he is sitting next to and gets up. He walks toward you, and you stop breathing. He stops a few feet in front of you.

"Hi Y/N." His voice is even heavier.

"Hi Henry." Your voice cracks as you clear your throat.

You both stand there staring at each other before he gets closer and wraps his arms around you. You instantly react and wrap yours around him. Oh, how you've missed this.

"God, I've missed you Y/N." He whispers. You feel the tears swell up in your eyes and you try to keep them in, but it's too late. They start falling and Henry wraps his arms tighter around you.

"I'm sorry." You choke on your words.

"No, there is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry about." He strokes the back of your head and kisses your forehead. You move away to look up at him.

"Why didn't you ever come back?" You wipe the tears from your face.

"A lot has happened, and it got harder to leave. I wanted to come back so bad, but I just couldn't." 

"You couldn't even call?" 

"I did. I called your brother all the time. I asked about you and how you were especially after your parents." He whispers. You take a deep breath and close your eyes to stop the fresh tears wanting to escape.

"He never told me that." You turn your head and look for Sawyer, spotting him dancing with his wife.

"I told him not to." Henry admits.

"Why?"

"I don't know, I guess I thought you wouldn't care to talk to me."

"Henry, seeing you leave was one of the hardest things for me."

"I didn't know that. I'm sorry." He steps back slightly and puts his hands in his pockets.

Your eyes glance over his face, studying him like you don’t recognize the man in front of you anymore. His hair is shorter than he had it in high school. He is taller and way more buff. He’s still the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. Henry takes a breath and is about to say something when he gets interrupted by his plus one..

"Henry, I think it's dying down, maybe we should head back to the hotel?" His head snaps toward her and she grabs his arm. Your eyes immediately focus on where she is touching him, feeling a crack in your heart.

"Yeah, let me just say bye to Sawyer." He tells her as she turns to look at you.

"Hi, I'm Emilee." She introduces with a smile.

"Y/N." You force a smile in return.

"How do you two know each other?"

"Sawyer is my brother."

"Oh, how nice! This was a beautiful wedding."

"It was nice meeting you Emilee." You can’t stand talking to her anymore. "Nice seeing you Henry." You smile and he leans in to give you a hug.

"Don't leave yet." He whispers. You look at him and he smiles softly. You walk away and over to your brother and Alice sitting at a table.

"Hey sis." Sawyer says. You sit down next to him and sigh.

"How did it go?" He questions you.

"Why didn't you ever tell that he asked about me?" You scold him.

"He told me not to." Sawyer defends.

"Well, if you knew that I liked him don't you think I would have liked to know he was actually asking about me?" You argue.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I thought I was protecting you."

"No, it actually hurt me even more." You end the argument before getting up and walking out of the building. 

You sit on a bench that is right outside the building and close your eyes, taking deep breaths. You can feel the anxiety rising and you hate this feeling. You sit there for a few minutes focusing on your breathing when you hear someone’s footsteps before they sit down beside you. You open your eyes to find a pair of familiar blue ones.

"Where's Emilee?"

"She went back to the hotel."

"Shouldn't you be with her?"

"I wanted to stay longer."

"Sawyer told me about the job you got. I'm really happy for you. You finally figured out what you wanted to do with your life." He teases and you can't help but smile.

"Yeah, I was honestly surprised when they asked me. It's my dream to work for a magazine" 

"I can't wait to see your photos all over the world." He leans back against the bench, slinging his arm behind you. 

"What about you? What did you end up choosing?" You ask him, leaning yourself against the bench too.

"I actually work as a personal trainer."

"Wow, that’s cool but what happened with the whole acting thing?”  

"Acting is still a passion of mine but nothing has happened yet. I met a good friend of mine in college and he introduced me to the owner of a local gym out in London. He needed extra hands, so he gave me a job and now I kind of co-run the business with him.” 

“I’m happy for you, Henry.” He looks over at you and smiles. 

"What about you? What are your friends like?"

"I don't really have any." You can feel his gaze on you but avoid eye contact and stare down at your lap.

"What do you mean you don't have any friends?"

"It's just me. Well, Sawyer and Alice now." You explain to him.

His eyebrows furry and he takes his bottom lip between his fingers.

"But why?" Henry pushes.

"Well after you left, I got sad and slowly all my friends in high school just didn't want to be around me anymore because I was a downer all the time. I never wanted to go out anymore. I just wanted to be home. Once I got to college, all I did was go to class and then go to my dorm. People tried to be my friend, but I would eventually push them away or they just got tired of trying. It got worse once my parents died. I was a sophomore in college and I got really depressed. I had to move back home and live with Sawyer and Alice because I just couldn't function. My life was a mess. Still is a mess. I'm not depressed anymore, but my anxiety is still here. I've been alone for so long that it just doesn't bother me anymore. I've grown to love having my time, but it does get lonely. I wish I had a friend other than my brother to talk to. Even though I don't have much to say because my life is so boring. I've been through a lot in the past five years and I just wish you were there." You mumble the last part before looking up. Your eyes connect and he moves closer wrapping you tightly in his arms.

"I hate myself for leaving you alone. When Sawyer called me and told me about you parents I instantly thought of you. How bad I wish I was there to comfort you. I'm so sorry for never contacting you, It's just, Sawyer told me that you were barely even speaking to him." You wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Don't hate yourself. I could have contacted you if I wanted to, but I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me. You had a new life in London and I didn't want to disturb you."

"You would never disturb me. If I'm being honest, I would stare at my phone some night hoping you could call." 

"When are you going back?" You ask, moving away slightly as your arms fall from him, but he keeps his around you.

"Not sure. I'm going to see my mom and dad for a bit.”

"That's good."

"When do you move to New York?" Henry questions you. 

"Two months."

"Are you nervous?"

"I'm excited but my anxiety makes me nervous. But I know I'll be okay."

His phone starts to ring and he grabs it from his pocket, sighing before answering it.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there in a few. Ok. Yeah, Bye." He ends the call and stuffs it back into his pocket. He runs his hands through his hair.

"Girlfriend problems?" You ask, teasingly.

"She isn't my girlfriend." He sternly answered.

"Oh, I thought since-"

"She's just a friend. She wants more but I don't."

"How come?"

"I'm waiting for the right one." Henry glances at you before looking away. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. I've never had one. I'm too broken and nobody wants to fix me." 

"The right one will come along and heal all your wounds with their love and I hope that you will let him because you deserve everything good in this world and more."

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[starry-blue-echoes]

Thinking 'bout everyone else's thoughts on Jonathan's situation in Peanut Gallery instead of sleeping-

Joseph was expecting Gramps to be like, this figure he could never live up to, that's kinda how it was for him with all the stories of Jonathan - but instead Jonathan is humble and that kindness hits different first-hand and it's not like it's effortless for him either like the stories would have Joseph believe - and then Jonathan lets down his guard a bit, lets show just how terrified he is of the inevitable approaching death, of how he failed the family, and... Joseph can't help but desperately want to help somehow, even if it's impossible.

Jotaro was angry at first. Didn't quite know how to feel about All This and it translated into anger at Jonathan for failing, for leaving all this to his descendants. And eventually he yells at Jonathan about as much to his face. And Jonathan just takes it. Agrees with him, even. And then he starts to see, the little hints that Jonathan really isn't as okay as he seems, subtle hints that are kind of the same way Jotaro expresses shit, and- But he's doomed. Might as well be dead already. And Jotaro acts like it doesn't bother him.

Josuke isn't as drawn into all this drama at first, Jonathan's just fun to be around and a total sweetheart, nice, cool. No complicated feelings. But towards the end he gets a glimpse of just how much is hiding under that Perfect Gentleman act, how hard Jonathan is trying to help all the others, and the 'im the healer I'm responsible for everyone's wellbeing' thing kicks in. But it's too late. Just like it was for his own grandpa.

Giorno, hoo boy. He's so happy to know he has a father who loves him unconditionally, who would've done anything to be with him and help and take care of him, and a bit bitterly resigned to Jonathan's death- of course the only positive parental figure he could've hoped for was dead a century ago, unsavable even now. But he recognizes how complicated this must be on Jonathan's end and keeps his distance as so not to be a bother, and Jonathan assumes Gio doesn't want to deal with him and so keeps HIS distance, till close to the end, when Jonathan decides he has to at least get closure with his son before going to his inevitable death. And he tells Giorno how much he loves him just for being his son, how proud he is, how much he wishes he could've been there, everything Giorno desperately wanted to hear, but they both know it won't, can't, amount to anything, that Jonathan won't get the chance to act on his promises and love.

Jolyne's probably the most removed from the whole Situation. It's a tragedy, but one she's less involved in than the rest. She's not there during Stone Ocean with the peanut gallery when the fact that /he's going to die and SOON/ really starts to fully sink in for Jonathan, generations removed from him in the bloodline. But he was still kind, and caring, and apologized profusely for leaving so much of the fight left for her, and even if she was entirely unconnected to him she'd want better for him.

And in the end, in the new timeline, in the vague part 6 time period, the entire family gets to be there and together with full memories of the time traveling peanut gallery adventure -

All 5 of them.

All of them except Jonathan.

YESSSSSSSSSSSS

Oh I love all this so much

Joseph's heard so much about his grandfather. How he was kind and brave and sweet and strong and so many things that built him up as this paragon of a human being. Erina and Speedwagon made sure Joseph knew all about the things Jonathan did, and upon meeting him, while it becomes very obvious they weren't exaggerating in the slightest....... watching Jonathan fight Dio and meeting him in person also makes it clear he's just that. A person. Just like his granny and uncle, Jonathan can hurt and make mistakes and be scared. He was just a good person thrown into awful situations and decided to stay kind despite everything being thrown at him

Jotaro....... with him it's more complicated. Going in to Jonathan's journey knowing he wouldn't win....... it sucked. Knowing that his story wasn't a happy one, knowing that no matter what happened he was doomed to fail, knowing that because of Dio's fuckery he never got his happily ever after was eating him up. Dio's the source of almost all his anger, at how many lives this bastard has destroyed just because he wasn't satisfied with what he gained and wanted more. Unfortunately for Jotaro and everyone in the general vicinity, there isn't a whole lot Jotaro can do to deal with this anger and he accidentally ends up lashing out at Jonathan a few times during the Battle Tendency portion of everything.

Emotions are running high, everyone's still a bit shaken from Jonathan's death, Jotaro's stressing out about his turn being next, and it just. Doesn't go well for anyone. He does chill out a solid amount after Stardust, and Jonathan and Joseph are able to help him work through the grief of losing a close friend. He does apologize, and slowly starts trying to help Jonathan stop blaming himself for everything that went down

Josuke and Jolyne are definitely the most disconnected from all the Jonathan Drama. Sure they're worried about him because they're Good People Who Care, but it doesn't go much deeper than a family bond. Josuke had essentially zero ties with Dio specifically, and Jolyne doesn't blame Jonathan in the slightest for anything he "indirectly" caused. They want Jonathan to be happy and don't really understand the drama, but they do their best to mediate and help out the others when they need it

but then on the COMPLETE other end of the spectrum we have Giorno and ho fucking boy are things complicated here :)

Jonathan is both absolutely overjoyed and absolutely heartbroken that Giorno is his son. On one hand, why wouldn't he be happy? This boy is his son, and he is going to love him regardless of everything. But on the other, the crushing knowledge that his time with Giorno is so very limited and the fears that the boy might not even reciprocate this love. This is of course very not true, Giorno is 110% up for bonding with Jonathan but he's also dealing with the complications that came with his...... conception. How he isn't really Jonathan's kid, that he's Dio's instead and Dio was the one who made the choice to be with his mother, etc, etc

speaking off....... the Dio realization isn't going to be fun for ANYONE. No one blames Giorno of course, but it shakes everyone up, Giorno the most. After all, he's seen the horrors this man has done to innocent people, to his family. How his influence spread long after his death and continued to hurt and kill people for literal generations

Of course, there is some confusion from everyone for a bit because "wait, how does Giorno have the Joestar birthmark then???"....... except for Jotaro. He knows Dio stole Jonathan's body, but isn't quite sure how to bring it up since....... yeah

but eventually, probably with some nudging from everyone else, Jonathan and Giorno start to interact more. They talk, about their lives, what they like, about each other, and slowly begin to truly bond. The others do what they can to let the two spend the most time possible together so they can just....... enjoy it

when Giorno remembers, the first thing he does is change his name from Giorno Kujo to Giorno Joestar and visit his father's grave

#peanut gallery #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #phantom blood #phantom blood spoilers #jjba part 1 #battle tendency #jjba part 2 #stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 4 #golden wind #jjba part 5 #stone ocean #jjba part 6 #jjba jonathan #jonathan joestar #jjba joseph #joseph joestar #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jjba josuke #josuke higashikata #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #jjba jolyne #jolyne kujo #sb answers #dragoninthelabratory

[asamitakamybeloved]

I think Asa might be my favorite CSM character now.

I hope her and Denji wind up together. Or at least eventually are upfront to each other about their feelings.

That said... idk how I'm here wishing for a happy ending considering how part 1 ended lol

Anon, I'm terribly sorry I'm so late to respond to this. I wanted to put some thought into it before replying. You are the very first ask I've ever gotten!!!

They both fill me with sooo much emotion. Denji, who's sweet and corny and thoughtful, and Asa, who's sensitive and lonely and full of dread... they complement each other so well. Even if they don't end up together, I absolutely love their character interactions and the potential they have to fulfill each other's needs.

If it's any consolation, and I certainly hope it is, I have a lot of confidence in Fujimoto's commitment to True Love (in all senses: romantic, familial, platonic). Before he was an action/shounen writer, Fujimoto wrote romances. You see vestiges of this in one of his latest one-shots, Goodbye Eri, but it really comes out in full force in his earlier works like Shikaku and Woke Up as a Girl Disease. Those works not only featured love as a central theme, but also ended with the two leads mutually expressing their love and ending up with strange happily-ever-afters in the midst of the classic Fujimoto insanity that forms the premises of those stories.

[Fire Punch spoiler ahead] Even Fire Punch, for all its misery, ended with the two leads reuniting. The love between those characters is complicated, with the protagonist's affection for the love interest initially being a bastardized version of his grief and obsession with his sister, only later becoming a real passion for the woman that she developed into over the course of chastely living with him. Their moment as a couple is short-lived, but they eventually find each other again long after they had both forgotten one another. However, despite all they had forgotten about their pasts, the girl remembers the love that she had, even if she couldn't remember who it was for or why. The protagonist gets to forget the hardships and sorrow that drove him to madness and finally gets to quite literally rest in peace in the presence of someone who loves him unconditionally.

This is all to say, I think it's worth being patient and optimistic for the fate of these two. Fujimoto is extremely thoughtful and deliberate when it comes to writing emotional and heartfelt stories, and he himself admitted that Part 2 would take on a different tone from Part 1. I think all signs point to Denji and Asa eventually finding the person behind the devil and achieving some kind of deep, unassailable connection. I'm hoping for a romance angle, but honestly Fujimoto has never disappointed me with his plot twists and nuanced depictions of relationships.

tl;dr: Fujimoto has written happy endings and romances that withstood the wild curveballs he's thrown at them in the past, so I think a happily ever after between Denji and Asa is still within the realm of possibility. <3

#mine #denjasa #p2 #fujimoto #csm #chainsaw man #asa mitaka #denji

[antisatiric]

will orion ever successfully find twain ? What would happen if he did ? How would twain react ?

oh goodness lol someone has clearly been paying at least a little bit of attention to my slightly more niche twain lore!

the answer to this is going to be a little bit more nebulous since what happens with twain's future largely depends on the branching path he chooses to go down after the destruction of the guild, so forgive me for that. anyway, in the verse where twain returns to backpacking across america, i'd like to think that they might run into eachother eventually, although it's probably more a matter of coincidence than it is orion's detective skills. conversely if twain chooses to remain with fitzgerald or with steinbeck's remnants, orion doesn't even know he was with the guild to begin with, so the chances of orion knowing he's in japan are... slim. in that situation a meeting would be much less likely.

as for what would come of a reunion between them, it's something i've given a lot of thought before but haven't ever put into words. i think twain would be completely baffled as to how he even wants to react. he has a lot of complicated feelings towards his siblings, but perhaps orion more than the rest of them, since he'd looked up to orion the most before the incident that led him to run away. after that, he tended to view orion through a sort of vindictive and spiteful lens, because he percieved orion as having failed him. i think it's difficult for anyone whose heroes are people they can tangibly interact with, but from his perspective, orion was practically willing to allow him to die.

that said, he's grown a lot since then, so i can't see him turning orion away outright. while he'd be angry and generally go into that interaction interpreting everything orion says and does in bad faith, i think he would be willing to listen the more they talk. ultimately i've always thought it would be a good thing if twain was able to reunite with ANY of his siblings, because even if their perspectives are different they're the only people in the world who might be able to understand the fundamental events that shaped him into the person he is now.

that said, twain's not going to be super chummy with him after just one conversation. in an ideal world, i think twain would agree to let orion travel with him for a while against his own better judgement and then slowly come to realize the circumstances they were both in back then were more complicated than he wanted to admit they were, and that orion not living up to the role twain wanted him to fulfill wasn't entirely his fault.

... well, and even more than that, twain is a very lonely person in that verse, as i've said a few times before. i think ultimately it would end up helping him to have orion around, since orion had already decided that when he found twain again he'd have his back unconditionally to make up for his previous inaction. unconditional love like that is maybe one of the only things that COULD help twain out of the mindset the rest of his life has put him in, though he'd take some time to really actually BELIEVE in the fact that it's unconditional.

unprompted. / always accepting.

#haha i'm assuming this is probably the same anon from yesterday? #in either case thank you very much for asking about this #i don't get to talk about twain's siblings much because i generally try and keep my posts focused on strictly twain since #i know there is not really a lot of inherent investment in his family situation #the fact that i've sidelined his siblings is purposeful since i do technically write them elsewhere but. nobody asks about them on that blo #so thank you :) i appreciate it #for the love of understanding. ⟹ headcanons. #i think that what you're askin' for just might make things worse. ⟹ ask. #anonymous

[adoristsposts]

parting touch ,, din djarin

in which you've never put two and two together when it comes to the mandalorian's seemingly normal parting tradition, despite your extensive knowledge being the thing that brought you to him

din djarin x gn! reader

word count; 2k

warnings; mutual pining?? reader being dumb?? fluffy and gross

this is unedited and i literally am like four episodes into the mandalorian so please forgive any dumb mistakes LMAOO anyways in the words of bella swan i am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

You were practically a database of information. A never ending stream of knowledge. And was it useful? Barely. It was hard to go through life with people thinking you were smart. To put it shortly, you really weren't. You were just like any other person. Any other person who also happened to be able to remember any ounce of information you were taught. That's how you ended up in your job, your boss sitting almost completely motionless next to you as he piloted the Razor Crest through space. It was cold, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you tucked your knees to your chest.

"We're headed to Aaleen" He said, modulated voice crackling slightly. You wondered if the device needed fixing. "Cool." You replied casually. Only when he looked at you with a tilted head did you realize he was trying to ask you for information. "Oh!" You said, "Sorry. Subterranean, it's in the Mid Rim. Natives are short reptile-like species called Aleena, and the Kindalo, who are basically sentient trees. They're actually quite interesting, they live underground and are able to cause earthquakes-" "Can both speak standard?" "Kindalo yes, Aleena no."

He said nothing in response, simply released a hum that ended up sounding more like a whirr with his helmet. After a moment of waiting for any more questions, you stood up and stretched. "I'm going to bed, don't leave before I wake up. I have a couple books I want you to try and find" You told him. You doubted he would have left without saying goodbye to you either way. After a while of working with him you picked up on the fact he never did. Another whirr. You smiled as you left.

When you woke up you recognised the warmth of being on an actual planet. You much preferred it to the chill of space, but now your blankets were far too hot. You cursed in your native language without thinking. Standard was not able to express your annoyance at the sweat that stained your skin. You peeled it off of you and changed quickly, eager to go tell Mando what books you wanted.

When the door hissed open, you weren't surprised to find him standing there already. "Morning" You hummed happily. He didn't say anything. He rarely did, really. You had learnt to read him from the way he moved. And the way he stood, shoulders back and chin tilted towards you showed you he had come to say goodbye. He wouldn't need much of your help on this planet.

"What books do you want?" He asked. You blushed slightly, the request sitting on the tip of your tongue. "If you can find it, a book on the Mandalorians" This time his body showed you he was surprised. "What?" You didn't respond. It didn't take a genius to know he wasn't actually asking you to repeat yourself. "Why do you want that? Can't you just ask me?" "No offense, Mando, but you're far from clear. I need something that isn't cryptic" You teased. He sighed. "Fine"

Then, as usual, he stepped towards you. The two of you had a sort of parting tradition. Nothing more than a few simple touches, but you took what you could get. Gently, which was surprising to you the first few times, one of his hands snaked its way behind your neck. It rested right on your nape and his fingers dug lightly into your roots. You had to stand on your tip toes and angle your head upwards to reach him. Your eyes shut in content as he dipped low enough to place the forehead of his helmet against your own. The metal was cold and helped quell the warmth you had woken up in. One of your hands held his arm to keep yourself steady and you gave it a comforting squeeze. This was his signal to pull away and you sighed as your heels set back down on the ground. "Be safe, okay? You never know with these bounties"

He nodded and headed out.

When he returned he held two simple leather bound books in his hand. "I found a trader" He said as he set them down in front of you. You couldn't help the grin that stretched across your face. "Oh, Mando! Thank you!" You exclaimed, shocked not only that he could find these but that he had actually gone out of his way to get them. You grinned up at him and enjoyed the way he looked down at you from his standing position. He seemed so.. relaxed, now that he was back on the ship and his job was done. He would probably float around for the next couple hours, fixing things that didn't really need to be fixed just to keep himself busy as the ship dragged on towards the next planet.

When the two of you did finally arrive, you had been so busy reading up on the planetary system of Endor that you hadn't had time to read your new books. This time he was looking for a man who hadn't paid the right person at the right time. These were the jobs that made you antsy. They weren't exactly risky, usually just scumbags who were good at avoiding people. But when they went south they went south. "Last job, yeah? Then back to Nevarro?" "Yeah." As usual Mando moved his forehead to rest against yours. This time his gloved hand sat against your cheek. You held his wrist and sighed. The moment lasted a couple seconds longer than normal. The thought you wouldn't see him for a while when you got back was prominent in the back of your head. He always disappeared for at least a few days. You never questioned him. But you always noticed. You preferred these trips where he compiled a list of bounties he had to get through before returning. But you were also growing tired of the ship and needed to properly stretch your legs on a familiar planet.

He moved away first, this time without any signal from you. Your hand lingered on his wrist before you finally let go. "Stay in the ship, okay?" You rolled your eyes. "I'm the one that's supposed to be fussing over you, remember? Big bounty hunter?" You said playfully. He just shook his head. You watched his back as he walked away.

When he finally disappeared, you traced your cheek with your fingertips. Every minute you spent with Mando had you growing more fond of him. You wondered if he felt the same endearing warmth that you did. You doubted it. It wasn't the way. But you didn't mind much. There was no harm in caring for someone who didn't know how to do the same.

And so you grabbed your books and curled up in Mando's pilot's seat. It smelt slightly of him, all musk and metal. You drank up the information in the books greedily, finding each page fascinating and sitting with a pen in your mouth so you could circle or underline the parts you found most interesting. You had about a million questions for Mando.

Then you flipped the page and a sketch of two mandalorians with their foreheads resting against each other accompanied the title 'Keldabe Kiss'. Your stomach filled with an indescribable feeling as you read on.

"Kov'nyn was the Mandalorian term for a headbutt, performed while wearing a helmet. The term came from the Mandalorian language of Mando'a, where it was derived from the words kovid and nynir, meaning "head" and "strike", respectively. A kov'nyn was a Mandalorian unarmed combat technique, utilizing the protection their armor afforded them in an offensive manner." It said, "Over time, a gentle headbutt consisting of a tapping of helmets together at the forehead, came to be a stand-in gesture for a kiss among Mandalorians adorned in full armor. The practice led to the development of the slang term 'keldabe kiss,' derived from the name of Mandalore's capital city."

You let your grip lull, the book tipping dangerously close to falling out of your hand. For the longest time you had thought that you and Mando's parting touches were simply between employer and employee to him. Something to show he valued your help. Never in your life did you think it could carry the same emotional weight for him as it did for you. And you refused to think about it now. Instead, you skipped the rest of the chapter on it and continued on. You had no time to quell on these things, especially when it would be hours before Mando would return. Especially when you were convinced it couldn't be true.

You didn't utter a word until he was flying the ship back to Navarro and you were sure you were going to fall asleep right then and there. Then, in the silence, you asked, "Do you believe in Kad Ha'rangir?"

You seemed to startle him with the question. His body stiffened and he thought for a moment. "I don't.. I.. I have my own things to believe in." He finally answered. You didn't bother to scold him for the fact that he hadn't really said anything. "What do you believe in, then? The boogyman?" "My boogyman was Jigger Wraith" He said. "Are we done with the questions?" You recognised the name. He was a bounty hunter that caused the death of a large handful of Mandalorians. Knowing that was someone, something Mando was afraid of made him seem... human. Like if he took of that helmet he wouldn't just be headless like you had imagined. There was something living underneath that suit of armor. You opened your mouth, then shut it. You were done with the questions, per his request.

You zoned out, playing with the frays of the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You only snapped back into the present when you heard the creak of him getting up. "I'm going to go to bed. Good night" "Wait" You said before he could disappear down the hall. "I have.. I have one more question" He heaved a sigh of slight annoyance. You almost backed down. He was tired, he had just come back from a fight, he probably wanted nothing more than a warm shower and his bed. But your curiosity got the best of you.

"What's a Keldabe kiss?" You asked. You knew the answer. You wanted to see if he did. He froze, seeming to shut down for a moment. You had seen him motionless before, but this was something different. Almost full of panic. "What?" He breathed out. Your lips parted, "You know" You realized. You were surprised, somehow, even though all the signs had pointed towards there being something deeper. The lingering touches, the caring words, the fussing, the worrying, the silent yet intimate nights.

"You know" He responded. You nodded, standing up from your chair. "Are you- Do you- Do you want to kiss me?" You questioned softly, drawing closer to him. He still didn't move, not even an inch. "Mando," You said, reaching to pick up his hand. "This is a question I need you to actually answer" "Maker," He finally said, "I don't know." "I don't know" He repeated

"That's okay" You told him, holding his hand with both of yours now. You reached up, fingers dancing lightly on the cool metal of his helmet as you gently guided his forehead down. You arched up to meet it, forehead just about grazing his helmet. "I like you Mando, that much I know" You told him.

He dipped forward, pressing his helmet firmly against your forehead. No awkward space or tension or confusion. Just relief. "Din" He said. "My name is Din"

And you two stood there for a while, foreheads touching. Din didn't know if he wanted to kiss you. If he wanted to rip off the helmet right here and now and kiss you until your lips grew sore. To hold you and feel you and have you.

But he did know he liked this. And he liked you. And for now that was enough.

#mandalorian #fluff #din djarin #din djarin fluff #star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fluff #oh my god hes soooo #i love unspoken feelings #who wants to keldabe kiss with me in the middle of a ship after a bounty hunt #please #pedro pascal