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yesss the letter format 💝💓💘💖💞💕💖💞💓 (lovely anon)

my dearest aria (a hamilton reference lmao),

i’m home alone (bc i wanted the house alone to get my head together after my brothers were mean to me 🙃) and i’m so hype LMAO but i’m watching chloe x halle’s tiny desk concert and honestly just vibing. (this is so random) besides zendaya like they are my badass black women role models. my one accomplishment would be to learn to body roll like them LMAO

oh nevermind i can’t have anything nice, my dad just came home 🙃 WHAT A WAY TO START OFF THIS ASK WTFFF

i’m liking tfatws, the second episode was veryyy intense imo but WANDAVISION IS SO GOOD😭 i knew it was going to be my favorite from the really old trailer but it’s really good and i promise it’s not just sitcoms, girl especially cuz you’ll have all the episodes already out- we were having to wait every week😭 BUT ITS SO GOOD I PROMISE HDJSHDJSH lmao reading this i was like “i- the episodes aren’t an hour long” but i feel that, it’s hard for me to watch tfatws bc they are an hour long and i’m like 😐 but wandavision episodes are less than 30mins bc I KID YOU NOT they have the damn 10 MINUTE CREDITS DHDJSJ no i don’t think we’ve talked about this b4 lol but it all depends on the series for me. i binged love island uk in less than a week bc i was so invested and LITERALLY LOVE IT but uh those episodes are like an hour and a half, but say i was binging tfatws (it’s so hard to type that ohmigosh) i honestly would not be able to do it bc of the intensity (you may be like what intensity but if you’ve seen episode 2 by the time you’re reading this.......... isaiah and the scene afterwards is all i have to say, esp me being black it was so tough :/)

girl you’re fine, as long as you’ve experienced it once hahaha i think the reason why it’s so important to my family (this letter feels so personal and extreme HSJSJA IM SORRY) is bc my grandmother loved it and in my family i guess it’s just important to us lol like my mom and dad love it too and we have the literal VHS tapes LMAO, but it only came up recently cuz my youngest brother was watching lion guard HAHA and he wanted to see the originals :) and fun fact (unless you already know) but there’s a lion king part 2 and 1 1/2 and i have all three ON VHS HAHAHA but i love lion king 1 duh (the og) but part two’s music and love story..... is so good. anyway. 🦁

I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING DURING THE WHOLE MOVIE THEATER ENCOUNTER THING HAHAHA AND WHEN SHE WAS SAYING AWKWARD I WAS LIKE WTF THE NOISE LMAOOOO i don’t think there’s a better way to describe that whole situation than ZKDHDJSHAJAJSHDJSNAHA. yeah. yeaaaa at the cinemas (i like the word cinema more than movies 🥰) here they have chips (fries), some have ice cream, nachos, drinks, hot dogs, the cinema we were at had pretzels and like BURGERS I WAS LIKE HUH OKAY and ya know obviously popcorn but i don’t know why the theaters (or cinemas) here do that, it started a long time ago though like yearsssss

PLEASE i have the longest movie watchlist and uhh haven’t seen any of them JDJSKA (istg i use HSJSSKSH as a period - like . ) i’m still hype for cherry but very hesitant (idk if i can handle it) but i’m thinking about watching it in the next couple of weeks? i know it’ll take me forever bc i’m gonna have to keep pausing and shit but idk. i’ve asked around for very specific trigger warnings and time stamps so i REALLY know what’s coming (even if it spoiled the film a bit for me) but i do really wanna see it (i think? writing this now i’m not so sure lol) so whooooooo really knows lol, but chaos walking YES i was really excited about it :))) and about my friend uhh dude you don’t sound mean at all i was literally thinking the same thing but worse HAAKL idk what she was there for???? she bought my ticket tho so 💁🏾‍♀️ whatever

“SIMS ahh, BUNK BEDS ahh” had me cracking up lmao and you know my sims status JAJAHHAJ but i’m gonna become like you, saving every 5 minutes 😭 but that’s exactly what happened to me, i really didn’t know whether to shut it off or not but after 2 hours i was heartbroken lol i’m literally making a list of things i need to redo that wasn’t saved lmao

CAN I JUST SAY UR A MASTERMIND THOUGH??? UR SIMS GAME SOUNDS SO *chefs kiss* IM CRINE university is PAINFULLY long and LITERALLY I FEEEL THAT like you can’t do anything else without failing, i had my sim go to a party once for like a few hours and i felt so dumb afterwards like urgh he should’ve been studying LMAOO just cracking down on work honestly. UR NEIGHBOR!AU IN THE SIMS PLEASEEE i am very much in love with it, yes. (pouring rain has just suddenly begun where i am rn wow ok) i love that you put them on the same lot, that was really really smart and i love that ur living out your sexuality in the sims😭 i was abt to say “now you can say you’ve got experience bc of the sims” but ANYWAY IGNORE ME fhdhs THE ALIEN BABY DHSJSK i hope it’s not a dealbreaker for enisa. that’d be tragic. IM BACK IN UPPERCASE THO BC YES MAKING OUT IN THE SIMS IS SO HOT TO ME??? I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE STFU OH MY GOSH- all the stuff, whispering sweet nothings, and the making out, and JUST ALL OF IT!!! AM I TOUCH STARVED????? there was this time i made my sim just continue to woohoo bc it was turning me on big time. ANYWAY

half way through that i had to go to my grandmothers house (not the one that likes lion king, but uh hmm idk if you remember but i was talking abt my shit family so yeah that grandmother lol) so now i’m finishing this 🥴 and instead of chloe x halle i’m watching a tom interview lmao & if this takes me longer than 30 minutes.... imma cry

I REALLY WANNA ASK- IS IT BC UR GERMAN LIKE YOU CAN JUST WRITE OUT THAT LONG ASS WORD???? i mean i can’t write out supercalafrag- anyway, but that word is a bit nonsense, UR WORD IS A REAL WORD DUDE HDJSHS i love how ur like “maybe i mixed up these words” YEA OK.

lol i had to google what are waveformers lol (lol makes a comeback) and they look like curlers that you would sleep in (here we would call them curlers or uhm i forgot uhhhhhhh rollers i think) but ur fine when am i ever making sense?? i think the best part about these is the chaos yet we understand what the other means 😌

H20 H20 H20 OH MY GOODNESS SHE BROUGHT UP H20 OK MY LIFE WAS H20🥲 I HAVE THEIR LOCKET NECKLACE AND (short storytime) when i was younger i thought they were american despite their accents (idk i was dumb) but then i figured they weren’t when lewis went to go study in america HAHAH ALSO FAVORITE COUPLE CLEO AND LEWIS UGH WATCH ME REWATCH THE SHOW NOW THANKS (also i hated elizabeth so much) but anyway back on topic, when lewis went to go study in the US i looked up where the show took place and all that good stuff and i found out they were australian HAHAH and that started my obsession with accents LMAO the uk :’)) (i’m proofreading AND AUSTRALIA IS NOT A PART OF THE UK LMAOO IM SOO DHSJSSHS) also it is now one of my many goals (besides the body roll HAHAH) to go to mako island (that’s what it’s called right??)

about music, i googled stormzy and i might listen to a song of his.. LOL I WANNA GIVE IT A TRY IMMA DO IT FOR YOU NFDVSFSG lmaoo the german rapper had me cackling (autocorrect once again being helpful and said raper and i’m like nOO) i mean we all have that one person. can’t lie, won’t lie. my one (IM SORRY BUT AUTOCORRECT HAD “MY ONE TRUE ACCOMPLISHMENT” SITTING AND READY HDJSJA I DONT EVEN TYPE THAT wHAT) person out of my white soft boy with brown hair and brown eyes type would beeeee pete davidson. love me some petey. i was gonna say rex orange county as well lmao but i don’t really loveeee him i’m just in love with his music... and wanna be friends with him..... so 👉🏾👈🏾 (i never do that fdshsh)

oh my goodness, i love tattoos too- GASP what are you thinking of getting 🥺 i want tattoos too but i’m too indecisive to figure out what to have & where. especially in my family... idk they aren’t frowned upon but my mom’s not applauding the thought lol, if i got one it would have to be meaningful but i am absolutely in love with (for example) ariana grande’s finger tattoos !! they’re so cute and simple :’) i don’t even know if i can get tattoos? my skin is... interesting. not in a bad way!! just like.... idk how to explain it??? keyloids run in the family & i got a piercing once and it got infected soo :/ the doctor also confirmed that if i wanted tattoos they couldn’t be in color so LMAO

ONCE AGAIN THIS WHOLE THING FEELS SO TMI DHSHSSJ IM LIKE OHMIGOSH SHUT UP SHE DOESNT CARE JESJSKS

in regards to you not sleeping, i wanted to mention that dumb bird, what was the reason it was up so early aT 4AM???? SIR WHO YOU CALLING TO??? also it’s 11:30pm and idk why i’m tired???

yeah i was never SUPER into justin so i don’t know exactly what albums you’re talking about lol, i do know yummy though.. but everyone did hahaha also i listen to so much pop 🙈 i mean maybe... idk what would count as pop and what wouldn’t. that new person feeling though.. i get that. it’s like who is this new person..? i kinda feel like that with taylor swift (i was never THAT into her either though so it’s like oh wait i didn’t know you from the beginning instead of hello old friend but you’re different lol)

about the concerts, thanks 🥰🥰 that’s so sweet what you did for your mom too, it’s nice seeing them so happy like 🥲 awh AND GLEE IS AND WAS MY LIFE FOR A V V LONG TIME, i’ve been meaning to rewatch it for the longest time lmaooo but i’m just so lazy and it’s such a commitment... i’ll have to get emotionally involved again and idk if i want that rn. but i have a friend on instagram and she runs a glee fan account and it’s such a big part of her life i really don’t think i could ever be THAT obsessed with something. like another one of my friends loves tom holland so much that she changed her mom’s name in her phone to what tom’s mom’s name is in his phone (that was confusing lol) and obviously i’m not judging them AT ALL, it just couldn’t be me lol

CONCERTS LOOK LIKE SO MUCH FUN 😩😩 LIKE THE EXPERIENCE AND THE FEELINGGG URGHSJS i wanna see a few people live like ari and chloe x halle and- hmm.... idk who else FJDSJ rex orange county i guess huh anyway, the experience just sounds so amazing and the atmosphere is just ✨✨✨ yeah

aria do it do it do it do it do it- watch hamilton!! but with subtitles bc you won’t catch half of the things they’re saying without them LMAO (me and my family watched it and they all didn’t like it bc they didn’t know what was happening lol) BUT DONT WATCH IT AT 4AM LMAO ITS LITERALLY 3 HOURS LONG

yes!! superior peter fics 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and it just shows how much of an incredible writer AND PERSON you are through your fics that you can turn a blurb into 2k....... like what.

LMAO the annoying thing, sometimes i feel like i’m bothering people (like right now HAHAH) but i think it’s my antisocial side being like yeaa no one wants to talk to you like you wanna talk to them :’) idk it’s strange!! sometimes i get really ✨insecure✨ and overthink everything LOL like is this too long, im talking too much, i’m swearing too much, oh lord i’m a pain, all that good shit lmao so that’s fun:))

ALSO YOUR BLOG IS SO FUN TO ME HAHAK LIKE ITS JUST YOUR OWN AND I LOVE THAT!!! like you talk about everything and anything on here lol,, and i say that bc what you said lmao how if i was someone else i would want to fuck me so bad😭 i honestly don’t understand how i don’t have people lining up though..... but if no one’s gonna tell you... then you tell yourself, period (and sometimes telling yourself is fucking yourself HSHAJKS OK NEXT)

ohmigosh the realization you had that you graduated last year and are going to uni this year🤧 but the fact that you had a teacher who LEFT THE GROUP CHAT bc she was mad at y’all i- 😭 but yeah about your maths (i always wondered why you guys call it maths and the US calls it math. like i know so many people out of the states, not just in the uk that say maths) teacher- i saw this post that said online school is looking a lot like dora the explorer😭😭 “you have any questions?” 🦗 “okay bye then” lmao and please i love when tests have nothing to do with what you studied like ??? thanks? sometimes i get scared that my teacher will somehow find out that i googled everything? or like my answer is too close to the answer sheet or something. i get sooo nervous lol but i’m already past that point of not being able to do anything myself DHJS i mean i’m still learning like i said!! read the question, read the answer. boom. now i know the answer to the question and i learned!

THANKS 🙈🥰🤧 idk how else to explain my feelings LMAO i feel it’s cool that you find my dance lessons and voice lessons cool so thanks :’)

oh god not headache season 😭😭 allergies are the worst like it’s not even funny. is headache season just when the seasons are changing or is it like... all throughout the summer? cuz i love the summer lmaoo i love the winter too but i just love wearing as little clothes as possible LMAO

GIRL IF THAT BIRD DONT STOP CHIRPING- i am 100% convinced that it is the same bird trying to give you headaches and no sleep and it needs to stfu 😤 and pLEASE ur theme is adorable and pretty and cute but also it just feels like you? idk if i’m explaining this right or if it’s bc i’ve been talking to you for a bit but it’s cute but not innocent in a way that i’m surprised that you write smut and- yeah, that didn’t make sense!! but ur new theme is gonna look pretty too and as long as you like it, it’ll be amazing🥰

yessssss the fact that megan is gonna be ur pfp YES JUST YES

edit: ok i just need to 🥺😭 sometimes u make me wanna cry cuz i feel like you’re just a kind person. i truly mean this, the fact that you celebrate yours & others stretch marks makes me so 🥺🥺🥺 i honestly don’t know anyone who has said they want need more stretch marks and it’s just all very lovely to me :’)) OKAY IMMA STOP BEING SAPPY

#yes my fake tags are back #by popular demand #aka me #and look i have actual tags this time! #i’m seriously craving water ice rn....... huh #but it’s past midnight and i fr fr want a snack #aw man #i wrote that last paragraph while doing my tags yes #and i hope you become responsible for that anon’s orgasm #assuming they had one #and i saw your response to the tom thing and yeaa when they only look like that for something and it’s like aw bae be yourself #i’m gonna shut up now and find a snack but goodnight!! morning?? IDK #IF THESE TAGS END UP AS ACTUAL TAGS I AM SO SORRY HAHAHA #alright proofreading done and i’m gonna go eat cereal

okay i‘m on my way to a driving lesson rn and afterwards i have a zoom uni thing, and then another uni thing lmao. but hopefully i can reply to this in between because i‘ve been dying to talk to you since i got this ask dldjds💘💘💘 (i really like this heart. i had a 💖 phase for a while and now it‘s 💘 (seems like a very romantic heart but.... it is what it is idk dkddj)

^okay that was literally all i wrote before my lesson lmfao. just had the worst driving lesson ever dbdvsnylkxsksj i think i‘ve gotten too used to being good at driving and now i‘ve gotten too cocky with it 🥴 anyway i‘ve had such a stressful day and overall week but tbh i‘m already feeling better bc i can (indirectly) talk to you <333

omg i went to chloe or halle (i don‘t remember who out of the two)‘s instagram the other day and found out that they are not twins alejeleksjsksj but yes oh my god their voices are literally angelic and i can‘t wait to see Halle as Ariel (Arielle??)🥰 and omg it‘s literally 2021 and we‘ve only had......... one(?) black Disney Princess like it‘s about fucking time (I might be forgetting someone, I‘m not too familiar with the new Disney films, but as far as I remember there‘s only Tiana right? (who is literally a frog for 3/4 of the film 😭😭) so yes i‘m here for it too😌😌😌 (obviously she‘s not a cartoon like tiana ekdlek but she‘s a disney princess you know what i mean ddkjdh)

pfkejdj i‘m already overwhelmed with my parents i can‘t imagine having siblings too 😭😭 (sometimes i wish i had siblings but then other times (like after reading what you wrote dksjj) i‘m glad that i‘m an only child lmao like your brothers being mean to you and i remember when you cried and he was just like 👁👄👁 ok. like i’m totally okay being an only child sksjsj———and he doesn‘t listen to music 🤧🤧🤧 (although i guess that‘s good for you because at least he can‘t annoy you by listening to loud music that you hate dmdn)

okay okay i might watch wandavision then??? I‘ll definitely let you know!!! and yes omg i‘m loving tfatws (that really is so fucking hard to type omg) but same i totally get what you mean, i‘m not used to watching action series at all and every episode so far has been like a little movie so i‘m glad that i didn‘t wait until it was all out cause there’s no way i could binge watch that lol) and yes last episode was really intense. i‘m glad that marvel are talking about racism because (from what i‘ve seen) they haven‘t been the best in that department, and i‘m really curious to see what they‘ll do in the next episodes (curious isn‘t the right word but excited isn‘t the right wort either, like i‘m excited but in a neutral way ? i‘ll shut up dslsksj i hate that german has so many words that you cant translate because theres a really good german word that describes how i’m feeling but i cant think of a good translation ugh)

okay i absolutely need to watch lion king (and part 2 and 1/ 1/2 dksksj) AND hamilton, i might even do it soon 👀

BURGERS AT THE CINEMA? EBEEISNDBEKSK i‘ll come to the US just to go and watch a movie lmaooo, i think all the popcorn sizes and drinks are bigger as well, i‘ll come and watch chaos walking with you 😌😌 does next week work?

and yeah i‘ve seen posts with specific time stamps and trigger warning for cherry too so if you haven’t looked on tumblr yet i’ve def seen some! (but ive also seen some on twitter and yeah- i mean idk youve probably looked on tumblr but yeah- then there’s also imdb which doesn’t have time stamps i believe but quite specific warnings, mostly without spoilers!)

Tbh i don‘t think i would have even considered watching cherry if tom wasn‘t in it... (i’m personally fine with most of the triggering topics/things like for some reason i’m just stoic when i’m watching the most tragic films ever dldldldlbut the plot just... idk if it‘s for me you know? just entertainment wise?).... and even with tom in it i‘m unsure skeldls, i‘d totally get if you decide not to watch it but let me know if you do i‘d want to hear your thoughts! <3

SKSLSJJ my sims both finally graduated!! i think i played sometime last week, and i literally got the achievement/notification that i‘d been playing with this household for 24hours.... and that was BEFORE they graduated dldjdldkdksjjs

oh no my tumblr broke and three paragraphs of me talking about sims were deleted 😭😭😭

WAIT NO I TOOK SCREENSHOTSSKSK because i couldn’t press save so i knew they might be gone okay okay okay i‘m a genius

*move out

oh no idk if the quality is too bad to read... idk how good your eyes are dkdkdjjd (also sometimes it will be really bad quality for some but not for others so i hope that the you can see the pics in a normal/good quality)

Okay let me continue

OMG THE ROMANTIC AND SEXUAL STUFF IS THE BEST PART ABOUT THE SIMS DIDLDKJIkdkj i kind of miss how in the sims 3 they would be making out basically lying on top of each other if they were on a bed— but in sims 4 when they‘re sitting next to each other and everything that‘s definitely hot too 😌😭 or with hot tubs dkdkdk how one sim climbs on the other sim‘s lap before they woohoo (i used to make them skinny dip in the hot tub and then make out and woohoo so they’re like naked on top of each other even if you can‘t see anything- en e waysss)

Dkdkdkdj so @ Rindfleischet.. blah bla. so it‘s basically just loads of individual words put together/connected and that‘s a really big part of german. so yesterday i had an online Einführungsveranstaltung for uni (like it was a zoom meeting where they just talked about general stuff about the uni and i was really anxious before, idk why, but it turned out absolutely fine so) and that words consists of the two words Einführung (introduction) and Veranstaltung (event) which are also two individual words but you can make a new word (Einführungsveranstaltung, so in english that‘s basically “introduction event“ lmao) by combining those two words. there are obviously some rules like you can‘t just combine random words in a random order but you can basically make infinite words (technically). for example (i feel like i‘m teaching a class just skip this if you don’t care 🙃🙃🙃djdjdkdlns)

for example i could say Einführungsveranstaltungsteilnehmer (which is not underlined with red by tumblr because it is a grammatically correct compound word (i think that‘s what they‘re called?)) which is the words introduction + event + participant, so that word just means “participant of an introductory event“ but instead it‘s one word? i hope that makes sense? dkdkkdksks i mean it makes sense in german but idk if it makes sense to you cause idk if i‘m explaining it very well lmao,

(I just deleted a really really long paragraph that i wrote about gender in the german language and grammar, you‘re welcome slsksksj)

my capacity to think has now been used up for the week 🥴🥴🥴 i absolutely do not blame you if you just skipped over that part or can‘t be bothered to (re)read my awful explanation edkflsksjdjdj (again, i had double the amount of words but i just deleted it dkdkdlslsl but what‘s left lf my german lesson is probably confusing enough already😭i‘m sorry🥴)

so to answer your question LEJDKSKJ: it‘s really common to have long words in german, words that are just word+ word+ word + word made into one long word. obv rindfleischetikettierung..... is a very extreme example and it‘s normally just 2-4 words made into one! So yup i think that comes mostly from german and talking german and growing up here and going to school here and everything dmdfnsksx

i think the best part about these is the chaos yet we understand what the other means 😌— YES. YES. Yes. I love that about us 😌😌🥰🥰/ I love us. Yes.

okay but your friend changing her mom‘s name into tom‘s mum‘s name (was that right? Dkdkdjh)—— so Justin Bieber once posted something where you could see that his Dad‘s number was saved as „Daddy Cakes“ (which, thinking back, sounds very weird ekejjej) and till this day I have my Dad’s contact name as Tata (which is serbian for Dad lmao), “Tata🍰“ in my phone because of it 😭😭😭😭🙃🙃🙃 it‘s not because of justin anymore like i‘ve just gotten used to it by now but at first i did it because of justin lol........ but nowadays i don‘t think i‘m THAT type of fan of anyone- like you know how people have fandom names (Justin‘s fans are the Beliebers, One Direction fans are Directioners (writing that hurt my soul💔💔💔)) and I wouldn‘t consider myself a fan of anyone like that. like even with tom i wouldn‘t call myself........ does tom even have a name for his fans??? Well if he does, I wouldn‘t call myself that. Like i used to be such a hardcore stan for any celebrity that i liked and now it‘s just... okay, i like em. (She says on her blog where she writes fan fiction about Tom Holland — WJDJEJDKELSKSKKSNSNDXB🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃)

Omg rex orange county!!!!!! I don‘t know that many songs like I‘ve only listened to the album pony, but i love it 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

thanks again for what you said about my fics/writing I‘m🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Pete Davidson Pete Davidson Pete Davidson I‘m-🥰🥰🥰🥰 and I can‘t explain why. But as blissfulparker said the other day (i don‘t want to tag her and make her read through all of this lolll) “I like my men when they look like they are on the brink of death 😍“ (or something along the lines of that) eskkejs okay pete isn‘t that bad, he looks quite good on some days but other days you‘re like... is this man alive? Like i don‘t want to be mean I love Pete so much The King of Staten Island is literally my favourite film ever (although it‘s not my #1 because of how he looks, but i mean he does look good) VUT ALSO

(Okay i was gonna look for a terrible picture of him but he really doesn‘t look as bad as people say??? like. i think he‘s hot. can‘t necessarily explain why. so that‘s that on that.)

i‘m not going chronologically right now (i just keep scrolling up to your ask and replying to whatever i see first sksksksh) so i might miss a thing or two that you said

Okay Stormzy, you really really don‘t have to dkdkdjd like i think you said you don‘t really listen to rap, and uk rap is a whole nother thing from us rap because of the accent i feel like??? (That sentence did not make sense) BUT if you‘re looking for a few songs that aren‘t like RAP rap, then I‘d recommend One Second (feat HER), Superheroes, Own it (which you might know?), ummm maybe the song Lessons?, he has a ton of Lion King references by the way dkdjdj for example in Rachael‘s Little Brother but that‘s like more RAP again if you know what I mean?😭 and it‘s also like 5 Minutes long and tbh i only started liking that song a year after that album came out lmao but Rachael‘s Little Brother is possibly my fav Stormzy song, then there is Shut Up which you absolutely need to listen to just for fun dldjdjd like it‘s just pure fun and also a little funny lmao, especially if you‘re not British (i imagine so at least) cause he‘s like shuTTTT up idk dldkdjdldkjdhdhfjfbfldlsksksks

Vossi Bop is one of his classics, and then maybeee - ok so there‘s Blinded By Your Grace Pt. 2 lmaoobdjsj it‘s very (Christian/) religious but i like it a lot even though i‘m not really Christian (at least not practicing or anything) so idk about your views on religion but i do like the song a lot just by like the sound lmao

Okay so again you absolutely DO NOT have to listen to any, especially not for me dlskdj but I really do recommend the songs Superheroes, One Second and Rachael‘s Little Brother (and all the other ones i mentioned but if you don‘t listen to a lot of his songs you should at least give these three a try <3333) also let me know some of your songs? 🥺 like i dont care who they‘re by but i‘d love to listen to some that you like and Recommend 🥰🥰🥰

Okay so skdjdjdjddhhddhdhjsk... I used to watch all of my series in German (like H2O) bc obviously they were on german tv so they were german- and i knew that most of these actors i saw on tv were american and i was always SO fascinated that they all learned german for this show??? Like I actually thought they were the people‘s real voices and that these English and American actors were learning german so they could re-record the whole ass show and do everything in german dkdkdldjdjjd... i swear I thought that until I was like 14 omg. And then the first time that I watched H2O in the original version i was sooo confused about their accents because to me all actors who spoke english were American?? I mean MOST of those shows are American so I wasn‘t completely off but yeah i was definitely caught off guard when I heard all of their Australian accents for the first time 💀💀😭😭😭

@ math vs maths, math actually makes more sense in my opinion. like you have the word mathematics, then the abbreviation would obviously be math... why would English people randomly add the s from the end??? Or maybe it makes more sense after all because it‘s like plural??? Now I‘m unsure dkdkdkdj but i do say maths because that‘s how i was taught to say it and i hear the word maths more than math but yeah dldkdjs i think math might even make more sense (okay i just tried saying math and maths is easier to pronounce but again tjat might just be me, oh god i‘ll stop talking about that disgusting thing (mathematics).)

not the crickets and dora LMAOOOSNSNSMDNBS yeah that teacher was... a lot. a lot a lot a lot didjjd but she kinda liked me so she always gave me good grades/marks but the people she didn‘t like..... ooft. OOF.

Fksksjsj idek about headache season like i just know that i get headaches from the sun and i‘m allergic to only one.. type of...pollen??? (I don’t understand the science of that whole pollen thing and idek if it’s called pollen in english i just know sex pollen from fan fics😔)and yeah we have this weird wind that makes a lot of people get headaches yeahd dkdkdj. i loved the i just love wearing as little clothes as possible LMAO lllioool i love that i really do. i always struggle so much in the summer cause i never have anything to wear. i feel like i buy so many new summer clothes every year but when i end up looking for an outfit i don‘t ever find anything 😭 (so i just go naked— lmao jk jk) but i‘m generally not the biggest fan of summer so-

OMG THIS FUCKING BIRD ISTG, okay the first time i heard it i went to sleep at like 5 am, so the next day i was like let me go to bed earlier so the bird doesn‘t keep me up, so i went to bed at 4 am (🥲) and THE BIRD JUST STARTED FUCKING CHIRPING SO LOUDLY, so the next day i went to bed at 3 am AND IT FUCKING STARTED AT 3 AM and it‘s still there 😁 every. night.

and since you said you‘ve gotten used to my theme and everything (idk where this transition came from😭) so tomorrow (2nd april) we have our... wait what‘s an anniversary but for a month.? I think month is like mensus in latin OK NO THATS DEF WRONG DKDKDJ wait

So Tomorrow is our... mensiversary💘💘💘💘💘💘 or at least from the first time you sent an ask. i couldn‘t find it on my tumblr anymore because tumblr is a bit of a bitch but i remember the first thing you ever sent (in an ask) was something lovely about my writing and i always take screenshots of stuff like that, and i found it in my gallery. and i took that screenshot of your ask on the 2nd of march so i‘m assuming that‘s when you sent it 🥰🥰 i feel like i‘ve known you for a week not a month like how is it a month already????? (i mean this in a good way lmao but i really can’t believe that its been a month wtf)

omg no you make me want to cry because i just love you so much 😭😭🥺 but about the stretch mark thing it‘s just.. it‘s not even me trying to empower other women (or anyone else who has stretch marks) to shake off these dumb insecurities that the patriarchy and capitalism have instilled in us— ok no it‘s definitely that too lmao. But i mean I‘ve always loved stretch marks, i‘ve just always loved loved loved them so much so it makes me genuinely sad that people don‘t like them. so yeah. i dont really know how to explain it lol, like i‘m not (only) hoping that people realise that hating your stretch marks is giving the men and the patriarchy what they want per se- (that made no sense) it‘s just because i love stretch marks and think they‘re beautiful and also sexy. idk dldkdjls and omg the fact that you called me kind 🥺🥺🥺 like i don‘t really have a goal in life or anything, but if i had to choose a ‘goal‘ in life it would just be to be kind. (i‘ll end this here otherwise i‘m gonna talk about being kind for 30 more lines—)

And please. Do not ever feel like you‘re annoying me or sending too much. never ever ever. I get so happy when i see that you‘ve sent me an ask. No matter if it‘s a long one like this or just a short one where you‘re saying something about a post that i reblogged or something. I love hearing from/about you and talking to you 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

P.S: i‘m so sorry for the tags you‘re about to read they make even less sense than this post, also i reached the tag limit dkdkdj but i said some butterfly tattoos look tacky... and the next thing i said was since we‘re already speaking about Ariana- I DID NOT MEAN THAT SHE WAS TACKY dldkdjsj, i meant since you already mentioned some of her tattoos lmao

#lovely anon #<3 #ALSO I LOVE YOUR TAGS SM DKDJDKDL #i definitely (accidentally) didn‘t say something about every single thing you said #but this is so long already and i don‘t want to force you to read even more of my shite dldkdjsj #(i dont day shite i say shit but sometimes shite sound funnier)#*say #omg its too mate to speak english what i meant was i‘m sire i forgot to adress some of the things you said but i tried my best iwjwskb #omg adress (address? lmao) sounds so negative i mean i‘m sure i forgot to reply to some things- also *late not mate loool #omg ignore my whole german lesson i cant believe i actually wrote all of that wtf #but it took me like 20 minutes so i don‘t want to delete it 😭#and omg i hope you got to re do everything that your sims game didnt save and that it all worked out the same #😭#I NEARLY DELETED THIS ASK WITJ MY ANSWER OH MYFUCKING GOD MY FUCKING HEART #also i realised i didnt say anything at all about uni but i dont have any news like that Einführungsveranstaltung (😭) I went to was literall #just about schedules and credits and boring stuff mostly lmao #oh and tattoos!!!! it sucks that you might not be able to get the ones that you want/get any :((((( but hopefully you can at least get some #that arent in colour? 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼#so my parents aren‘t that supportive either like they most definitely wouldnt pay for it (even though they pay for a lot of my stuff lmao)#but i think in the end they know that i‘m old enough and they can‘t stop me and they‘d accept it one day so they‘re definitely not THAT bad #maybe your parents will change their mind over time? :(#or maybe youll just get one one day and ig theyll have to get used to it lol #so i want a butterfly (thats the only thing that i‘m sure about) and there are a lot of butterfly tattoos that look really tacky #but speaking of her i actually really like ariana‘s butterfly! but idk if i want that much shading- i have a whole album with like 35 photos #of just butterfly tattoos lol- i‘ll stop here tho. ldkdkd #omg im rereading this all and it‘s so messy good luck dkdkkddl #my tags got messed up and idk how to fix it #wait did i reach the tag limit and you cant even see half of these? 😭😭😭#i‘m so confused about these tags why are they not in the correct order? 😭😭😭 ily snd i‘m so sorry for dropping this post on you none of it #none of it makes sense.

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selfcarecap · 3 years

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Peter meeting your dad and trying so hard not to screw up that he ends up saying something he shouldn't have

this is kiiiinda what you asked for but only kinda lmao

warnings: mentions of smut, alcohol, a mention of anal made it in here??? just one line, cringe, peter and reader are both obviously at least 18 but reader lives with her parents tho i guess or maybe she’s just visiting, and let’s all collectively imagine a dad named phil cause i don’t want anyone to have to think about their real dad hsjkd (or if your dad’s name is phil then imagine a dad named… alejandro (idk gashuijodkjiuzafgshdjkf it’s 4 am)

-this is a repost of an old blurb-

You let out a quiet moan when you feel Peter’s lips at your neck.

You focus on the feeling of his warm tongue against your skin, your eyes going wide when you realise he‘s about to give you a hickey, “No, Pete, you can‘t. Everyone will see.“

“Would it be so bad if everyone knew that you‘re mine?“

Resisting giving him a kiss, you push him off of you slightly, “No but I don‘t need my parents to know that we do stuff.“

“Stuff?” He teases, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, “Stuff like what?” He mumbles into your neck, pulling your hoodie down so the hickey there will be hidden.

“You know what I mean,” you say, letting him kiss your chest.

“Not sure what exactly,” he says with a smirk, “Did you mean when I fingered you in the library last week?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks and it makes you want to bury your face in a pillow. Peter throws his arm over your hips though, stopping you from turning on your tummy to hide from him.

“Or were you thinking of how I fucked your pretty ass—”

“I mean all of those things,” you cut him off, “But don‘t mention that type of stuff when I‘m telling you about my parents.”

“Just stop talking about your parents then,” he smiles, grabbing your cheeks to kiss your lips.

“My dad will be home soon,” you manage to say, between kisses, “Don‘t have enough time for sex.”

“Then it‘s a really good thing that I can make you cum so quick, hm?” He lifts your hoodie and grins when he sees that you’re not wearing a bra, kissing each of your nipples. You help him get rid of your hoodie completely so he can play with your hardened nipples some more.

Sighs of pleasure leave your mouth, and you lie back, enjoying the feeling.

Peter’s fingers slip into the waistband of your jeans, pausing to look at you, “You up for that, baby?”

Nothing but a whimper leaves your mouth, then a quiet “Please.”

He unzips your jeans carefully and slips a few fingers into your panties, finding you already wet and waiting for him. A smile forms on his lips as he continues kissing you, his fingers spreading the wetness around your pussy.

The ache between your thighs increases when Peter starts opening you up with his fingers, and you start to moan; you’re close already.

Just a second later, Peter’s eyes go wide and his fingers stop moving.

“What?” You ask, sitting up. That’s when you hear the front door being unlocked and your dad coming home.

“I told you he’d be home soon!” You say but Peter ignores you, throwing your hoodie towards you which you quickly change into.

“I didn‘t think it would be that soon!” He says finally, “Where should I go? Out the window?”

“First of all you need to get your hand out of my pants.”

You roll your eyes when you see him suck his fingers into his mouth, getting rid of your wetness on him.

“You have to meet him one day,” you reason.

A moment later there’s a knock at your door and you push Peter a few inches away so it’s not obvious how close you two were.

“You got this,” you whisper, “Come in.”

“Hey honey I—” your dad goes quiet when he sees Peter.

“Uh hi dad- you know um, I told you about my boyfriend.”

The look on his face is sceptical, eyes narrowed, “Pedro?”

“Peter.” you correct him.

“Hi sir, I‘m P-Peter,” he stands up to face your dad, shaking his hand with the hand that wasn’t just inside of you. Your dad raises an eyebrow at Peter using his left hand to greet him.

“Pietro-”

“Peter-”

“Peter. Remind me, how long have you been together with my daughter?”

“S-” Peter looks over at you. Your dad knows about him but Peter doesn’t know just how much exactly you’ve told your dad. You simply nod at him.

“Six months, sir,”

“You sure? That took you a while.”

“Oh my god, dad. Stop grilling him. It‘s six months. Can you leave now?”

Peter’s sitting with you again and your dad sits down too, “So, what do you do? Are you a student too?”

“Yes sir. And I have a job at Mr Stark‘s-”

“Tony Stark?” Your dad wonders. You cringe at how many times he’s already interrupted your boyfriend.

“Yes, Tony Stark.”

Your dad gives a somewhat satisfied smile and harshly pats Peter’s back.

“Dad.” You warn.

“I‘m letting you know right now that I don‘t want any grandchildren running around yet,” he stares at Peter.

“Don‘t worry,” Peter says, “We only ever have protected sex.”

You’re all silent for a second. You wonder how horny Peter must have been to completely miss the point of your earlier conversation. You force out a laugh, “Haha, isn‘t he funny, dad? I‘ve really got myself a funny boyfriend, haven’t I? So um could you leave now?”

“I need a beer,” your dad says, and finally leaves your room.

You look at Peter, cringing.

“I should have gone for the window,” he says, burying his head in your neck.

A few hours later, the encounter with your dad forgotten, you‘re watching a film on your bed.

Peter’s hands are under your hoodie, cupping your breasts. (He says it‘s for stress relief.)

The credits start playing and Peter mumbles something into your chest, saying it louder when he realises you didn’t hear, “I need you.”

“Need what?”

“Need my face between your tits.”

You chuckle and lift the hem of your hoodie. Peter immediately starts kissing up your belly.

This time without a knock, your dad opens your door, quickly covering his eyes when he sees the position you and Peter are in.

Peter gets off of you and doesn’t dare look up.

With an annoyed huff, your dad drops a box of condoms on your bed, “I don‘t even want to know if it was a joke or not, but I‘d rather know that you’re being safe than to unexpectedly become a grandfather.”

Both you and Peter remain silent, wanting the sex talk with your dad to be over.

“You don‘t do anything while your mother or I are home, and if I ever see you touch my daughter like that in front of my eyes, Peter, I‘m kicking you out.” And with that, he closes the door.

Peter drops his head in embarrassment.

“At least he remembered your name?” You try.

Peter only groans in response.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #1k words I think #fem!reader #selfcarecap #i honestly don’t know if this blurb makes any sense like 🧍

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sallyslidesaway · 2 years

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Okay so I love those OTP asks, I had to restrain from basically sending you every number but your opinion on 14, 33 and 40 would be amazing.

Btw, be easy on yourself, university is bloody hard but I hope the level of work eases up for you soon <3

This is probably going to be a long one, I hope you don‘t mind. And don‘t you worry, you can ask me more if you‘d like, it‘s an intriguing way to think about their characters.

14) Who kills the spiders?

Claire. When Liam was four he had a phase where he would put all kinds of bugs and spiders and other nasty little creatures everywhere to wind his siblings up. That got her disgust with spiders pretty quickly out of her system. Never show fear of anything when you have siblings or you’ll hear that for the rest of your days. She doesn‘t flinch an eye when it comes to handling the little buggers, she grabs something heavy and keeps hitting until there‘s nothing left but a stain. Or she gets the hoover out and Damon then calls her (rightfully so) unneccessarily cruel. Doesn‘t mean that Damon can‘t kill spiders btw. He could, but being the old hippie that he is, he always tries to catch them with a jar and a piece of paper and get them out of the house and encourages the kids to do the same and show some compassion. Which for Claire is just useless because she thinks then they will end up in the house again anyway. It‘s one of those things where they have a constant, basically pointless argument about because they know very well the other won‘t change their position.

33) Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?

Before they made their relationship public for the first time in early 1996 they spend a few days in Iceland over New Years Eve and Claire gifted Damon as a belated Christmas present a shirt with the words „not guilty“ on it. It‘s an inside joke since Damon once accidentally knocked a candle in her flat over and nearly set the whole damn place on fire and afterwards he insisted the candle wasn‘t there before and she must have a ghost that moved it. He sticks with that story cause he‘s Damon. As he unwraps the shirt, he immediately puts it on and wears it all holiday long and later Claire sleeps in it when he‘s on tour. It sparks a never ending contest between them who can gift the other the more hideous shirt and over the years it gets absurd. There are a lot of pictures of them out there where they wear shirts with naked butts on or with tacky one-liners and secretly they both regret ever having agreed to the deal that one has to wear a new shirt at least 2 days. The one Claire is photographed in by paps one day in 2003 having the word SIN in big red letters on it definitely is one of the more harmless ones in that infamous collection.

40) Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?

I‘m not sure if I mentioned that in the story yet or if it came through clearly enough, if not I have to take care of that soon, but even if it may appear different, there is a clear division of responsibilities between them. Both are super busy but since Damon‘s away more often, Claire is left with most of the everyday stuff. She’s definitely the more responsible one, partly because someone’s gotta do it, partly because it’s her character. If you look at her growing up and her relationship to her brothers you can see that she’s always been a responsible person for others, not necessarily for herself though. She chose to work less so she could concentrate more on doing a good job with the kids (and let‘s face it, mostly it‘s the woman giving up her career at least partially) and therefore she‘s the one handling everything most of the time, making sure they grow up to be capable adults. That means she‘s taking care of them in the best way she can, but she’s also scolding them when they fuck up. And since Damon’s so laid-back most times she sometimes falls into the bad cop role without really wanting that. Damons relaxed parenting style really shines though when Claire loses her patience and especially when she’s breaking up the fights between the kids and she sometimes tends to come to one‘s defense more than to the other‘s. It‘s him handling the situation then. She‘s not a flawless mum oc and Damon is very well of her tendency to beat herself up over that. He always tells her that she‘s doing a great job and that she‘s doing it in a way he never could. Damon is the softer, more indulgent one of them two. Even when he knows he probably should be stricter, it’s not in his nature to do so. He can really tap into the childlike side of himself and treat the kids in a way that Claire wouldn‘t ever be able to and she‘s sometimes a bit envious of that. He loves to watch them make music or making music with them or to go outside and kick a ball around or he lets them help him in the kitchen when he’s cooking. They sing together and imagine stories and stuff. He‘s endlessly patient with them. Often enough he’s the accomplice in their shenanigans. He knows a thousand ways to cheer them up or comfort them when they‘re upset and he‘s eager to always let them know he‘s going to be there when they need him. When he’s on tour, the daily call is a sacred ritual, even if its just 5 minutes. That of course is grounded in his fear not to be there enough due to his job and his guilty conscious of leaving so often and so long. When he’s home, he makes sure he’s present. And he‘s actually the one going to the teacher-parent conferences because he wants to keep informed about their school and Claire hates going anyway. He bakes cakes for school events,making a mess out of the kitchen with the kids and since neither of them can be arsed to clean up afterwards, Claire’s mostly the one doing it. They are both very much shaped by the way they were brought up themselves. He’s been growing up with artists parents who raised him and his sister pretty laissez-faire and Claire’s had a stricter upbringing (being traditional working class, being catholic, being the only girl, being a troublemaker as a teenager). And she‘s Irish after all. My gran was from Ireland and that woman could terrify the living shit out of me with just one glance and don’t you think for a second think Peggy’s been any different and wouldn’t have passed that on. Claire enforces the rules if she has to and therefore often is the more „unpopular“ one of them two, but she‘s also the one the kids go to when there‘s a problem to solve, a call to make etc. Damon is the one you go to if you want to get easy permission to do something, he‘s the one to confess to first if you‘ve done anything wrong so he can help you out. But even if their approach is different, they have the same values to give their kids. At the end of the day, they are on the same team.

Okay, that was longer than I expected fml but it was fun! I thought about this questions all day, Best procrastination ever

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jbbuckybarnes · 3 years

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Scared & Sacred - Ch. 6

Pairing: Din Djarin x pregnant!Reader Description: The Mandalorian had helped you while you were hunted for your family name and you had grown a little closer over the months, but you didn’t expect THIS. How was this possible after just three times of getting so close to him. You had to find a nurse as fast as possible. Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, canon typical violence, helmetless Din, emotional wedding, evil Bo-Katan, canon divergent, not proofread

M A S T E R L I S T

Chapter 6 - Mand’alor

*Urgent Message* Din pressed the button to play the transmission. „There is a group of Mandalorians attacking several empire and rebellion outposts. You happen to know them?“ Greef‘s voice asked through the white noise. „How many?“ „Three or four, my sources aren‘t quite sure.“ „Did they see any specific weapons?“ Grumbling he leaned his heat against the back of the pilot‘s seat. „Some kind of sword they said.“ A sigh left the Mandalorian‘s lungs. „Last location?“ „Heading towards Nevarro.“ His face went grim. „I‘m on my way.“ The transmission stopped. „Great.“ He mumbled, „Way to ruin my great day.“

It wasn‘t long until both of you were prepared and in hyperspace en route to Nevarro. There was more info coming through over time. Two female, one male, dark sword, incredibly ruthless, preaching like a Moff and talking about Mandalore and revenge. „Great.“ Din mumbled next to you and aggressively punched the button turning the message off. „So it‘s Bo-Katan.“ „Seems like it.“ „And she seeks revenge.“ „Apparently.“ „And that dark saber seems to hold some relevance to that.“ „I have no clue.“ You heard another sigh from him. „What?“ „It‘s just...I had something else planned today. Specifically today.“ „Oh.“ You pouted and took his gloved hands. „It was supposed to be a surprise for you.“ He went on and put his other hand on top of yours. „Oh?“ You looked up at his visor with those soft eyes that usually made him melt. „Yes, and the whole village was in on it. Why does this crazy lady need to do her saber revenge trip today? I just wanted to have a great celebration of us with some friends. Can‘t even have that.“ You never saw him so emotional about something and your eyes widened. „It‘s alright, Din. Whatever it is surely can wait. I know that I can.“ You gave him a reassuring smile. „Besides, you should put that anger into stopping her.“ He nodded sharply.

„Your people stood with the empire destroying my religion‘s planet. And for that you will pay.“ You heard the yelling from afar. „You and Greef take Koska, I‘ll take her.“ You nodded and you both started running. A big chaos broke out in the city center just seconds later. „You really think you can win against me?“ Koska chuckled towards your defensive stance. „Yes.“ Greef behind her took her guns from her holsters. A series of kicks and throws against Greef ended up with one of her blasters in your hand and one of them back in her hand, holding it against Greefs back.. You heard her talk but didn‘t really listen. Concentration went towards aiming at that spot at her neck that was without armor. You pulled the trigger, hit, aimed for the free hip, pulled the trigger, hit. Standing over her you took her blaster away. „I learned from a bounty hunting Mandalorian. You really think you can win against me?“ You smirked hearing a pained and annoyed grumble.

The saber made an eerie sound against the braces on Din‘s arms. „I can‘t believe one of my own brothers is turning against me. As if our kind hasn‘t been torn apart enough.“ „You are killing innocent people. You are no better than the people during the purge.“ He groaned and pushed against her. „They were complicit.“ „Because not everyone is willing to give their life for change in the galaxy.“ „Weak-minded.“ „Killing them won‘t change the past, Bo!“ „No, but it means it won‘t be repeated.“ „Genocides will never stop happening in this galaxy. But fighting innocent people plants hatred for our kind in the minds of children. Don‘t you think they will be the ones to repeat the purge?“ He growled strained by all the fighting. „No.“ She sounded feral, „And you‘ll die just like them for your betrayal.“ „Not on the day I was supposed to marry.“ He gathered all his strength and she was off-guard for that one milli-second, landing on the floor with the saber falling from her hand. His knee landed on her chest plate, grabbing the saber, lighting it up and holding it against her neck. „I won‘t kill you, if you give me a reason not to.“ He said out of breath. „You have won against me in a fair fight. That weapon is yours now. It makes you the ruler of Mandalore. You despise my views. I don‘t see a reason for you to keep your enemies alive.“ He couldn‘t kill her. He just couldn’t. It didn’t feel like the right thing to do. In the blink of an eye a blastershot whizzed past him into her shoulder, „Traitor.“ „You chose a fierce Queen of Mandalore, Mand‘alor.“ „I know.“ He stood up and nodded at Greef to get the rest done.

„So...do we go to Mandalore now?“ You looked up at him once you were close to the Crest. „If you promise to become my Queen there.“ You could hear his smile. His hand wandered beneath your chin, „Queen Y/N, Clan of Djarin.“ „It would be the greatest honor.“ „Great, cause I had a whole wedding on Sorgan planned today, let‘s make it a two part adventure.“ „You did what?“ „Nothing.“ He innocently answered and opened the Crests ramp, leaving you there with your mouth agape.

About a day later everyone had finally arrived like Din wanted. On Mandalore, with him as the taxi driver, in a palace he didn‘t know, but with support of a not too small group of local Mandalorians that seemed friendly to him.

It‘s not like it was a big crowd. Maybe twenty people total. Some of the people you met on your travels and a couple friends from Sorgan. They had brought all the food they had already prepared, Omera helping you put on the beautiful light blue dress. „You look gorgeous, princess.“ She rubbed your arms and smiled proudly. „I‘m nervous.“ „Nothing to be nervous about. You‘ll marry a man who loves you, around people who support you. Nothing to worry about.“ You took a deep breath in and out, „Alright, I‘m ready.“

The old hymn of your family played as the double doors were opened by Mandalorians and you saw the big room filled with only the essential people. At the end of the aisle you could see Din in his full armor with his back to you. You walked towards him with Omera and Winta right behind you as your support. He had kept the dress stored away until earlier in the day, it fit perfectly. Left and right you could see familiar faces smile. Their last wedding must’ve been a while ago too. The war had made the bigger festivities so rare.

You came to a hold next to your helmeted man, his helmet went to your side and you didn’t have to see or hear him, you saw the positive shock and awestruckness in his body language. You gave a wide excited smile back up at him and the person marrying you both started talking. You only listened with one ear, the other went to the happy noises from Grogu and your eyes were still on the helmet in front of you. “Din Djarin, Ruler of Mandalore, repeat these words after me. Mhi solus tome.” “Mhi solus tome.” “Mhi solus dar’tome” “Mhi solus dar’tome” “Mhi me’dinui an.” “Mhi me’dinui an.” “Mhi ba’juri verde.” “Mhi ba’juri verde.” He had both your hands in his hands and pressed his thumbs into the backs of your hands for a second before the ceremony master turned towards you with Din’s wedding symbols for you. He took the beskar ring off of the black little pillow and held your hand higher and more delicately. A tear dropped down and his eyes beneath the helmet looked up for a second to make sure they were tears of joy before pushing the ring onto your finger. Then he took a necklace, the pendant on it was the same as his clan signet. Gently he put it over your head and around your neck. “Y/N, you are now of the Djarin clan. Honor this signet and what it stands for.” You nodded before pushing some of your tears aside and taking a deep breath. “Y/N, Princess of Karaku, repeat these words after me. Mhi solus tome.” “Mhi solus tome.” “Mhi solus dar’tome” “Mhi solus dar’tome” “Mhi me’dinui an.” “Mhi me’dinui an.” “Mhi ba’juri verde.” “Mhi ba’juri verde.” While the ceremony master turned back to get your things you heard Din chuckle. “Don’t make fun of my accent!” You grinned up at him. The room giggled for a bit and went silent as the ceremony master turned forward again. Din removed his gloves for you to put the ring on him and saw your shakiness, “Breathe.” The ring landed on his finger and both of you looked back up to the man marrying you. “Din Djarin, you are now Prince of Karaku. Honor your new duty and don’t take it lightly.” The room cheered at you both finally being wife and husband, but it wasn’t over yet.

The ceremony master handed you paint and you gave a proud wide smile in return. “The greatest honor for a Mandalorian is to wear his beliefs in beskar and color.” You took the first of the three colors, “Symbolically your partner will now honor this belief with you.” You took the brush and the man spoke, “Blue, represents reliability. This is for your foundling, your bounty hunting and protecting your partner.” You painted the outline of his visor before taking the next color. “White, a color representing a new start. It stands for your marriage, taking on the duties of the Mand’alor and family life.” You painted the indents of his armor’s “cheeks” and grinned before going for the third color. “Red, stands for honoring a parent. You’ll be wearing it to honor your birth parents, your lost clan and to remind yourself of your duties as a father.” You painted it along the middle part on top of the head. The paint was just symbolic and the actual paint would come later, but that red meant a lot to him and you knew it. “Wear these colors with pride and let them remind you of your values.” “Thank you, I’ll wear them with honor.” He nodded and looked back at you. “You may kiss your partner.” The man pointed out. Din’s hands wandered to your cheeks before softly leaning his helmet against your forehead. You had learned that it was called a Keldabe kiss. Your hands slowly wandered from the sides of his helmet to grab around the lower edge. He leaned his head back again and it felt like you could see the smile through the visor. The little hissing sound came as you released the helmet on his head. The room got a little hush hush. Some of them had never seen him without his helmet and still knew him as a strict man of his creed. Watery brown eyes were the first thing you saw and gave a little pout before being pulled closer for a real wedding kiss. Everyone in the room went wild now and you’d lie if you said you both didn’t giggle like children about it while kissing. “Hello Queen Djarin,” he whispered into your ear and landed himself in an attack of little kisses all over his face.

The room had calmed shortly after and everyone was preparing the food they initially had made for yesterday. Din stole you away to another room for a minute. “You look gorgeous. I think I forgot to breathe a couple times.” He kneeled down to kiss your belly, “And my Princess looks amazing too.” “You made me a necklace of your signet.” You gave him doe eyes ones he stood up normally again. “Of course. You’re part of my clan now.” His hand was covering the side of your face and his thumb caressed your cheek. Right until you decided to jump up and attack him with a passionate kiss. “I love you.” He mumbled between kisses. “Love you too.” You got out too. He came up for air and chuckled, “Forgot how much you like me in armor without the helmet on my head.” “So much.” You pouted again. “We need to go back or they’ll steal all the good food before we get there.” His smile was wide. You sighed but nodded in agreement.

You entered the room to Grogu walking all over the table begging for food with his big eyes. And you saw Peli making a beeline towards you, “Hell, if I would’ve known such a handsome face was under that tin bucket, I would’ve went a little easier on you.” She pressed together his face and he looked over to you with his look screaming, *Help! Is this what grandmothers are like for Non-Mandalorians?* “Peli…” She let him go, “Of course, but ya could’ve warned us about that.” “What? The handsome face or the removal of the helmet?” You grinned and winked at her. “Ideally both. Come over, I saved you some of the tukal filled breads.” Truly a bit of a grandma. He sighed as she went to her seat and you giggled, “Be grateful for all the love, cyare.” “I’m really trying, mesh’la. I really am.”

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of numbers and names

summary: Some would say that the Umbrella academy and the Sparrow academy are complete opposites. But they are more similar than some would think.

request: SPOILER ALERT FOR THE LAST EPISODE OF SEASON 2! Alright, so I’ve had this idea for a Diego Hargreeves fanfic but i never have the motivation to write it myself so imma submit it. The reader is a part of the Sparrow Academy and one day the umbrella academy just pops into their living room. Ben and the others are obviously not very welcoming but the reader feels sympathetic for them and convinced Reginald to let them stay for a little while. Eventually all rooms are taken and the reader has to share her room with Diego. (Obviously lmao) Just lots of fluff. (And maybe being best friends with klaus, because who doesn’t want to be best friends with klaus. He’s amazing) Hope you like my idea! I couldn’t get it out of my head since i finished season two! ~ @jannieka394

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

warnings: SPOILER, angst, fluff, Reginald (!?)

words: 1546

a/n: I hope you like it because I don‘t want to disappoint you. You are such a lovely person!!

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“Each of you will stay with one of my siblings. That was one of dads conditions. The other one was a dinner at 6 pm“, the strange female explains to the members of the Umbrella Academy. They follow her upstairs and to their rooms.

“This house has enough rooms for all of us. Why should we share a room with you or your siblings?“, Five asks and the moment these words leave his mouth, the female turns around. She has a sweet smile on her lips.

“Because he doesn‘t trust you.“ She turns towards Diego. “He trusts you the least. That’s why you stay with me.“ The female opens the door to her room and nods at her siblings behind the Umbrella academy. Immediately, they go to their own rooms followed by the strangers.

Diego takes a deep breath and follows the female. He realizes that they are now in his old room. It looks different but it still reminds Diego of his childhood. His brown eyes widen. The female lives in his room must mean that she is the replacement for him. She is number two of the Sparrow academy.

“Why are you helping us?“, Diego asks confused. The female was the first one to speak up and even wanted to have a word wtith her dad in privacy. After thirty minutes they came out of his office and the female led them through the academy. And now they are here, in Diegos old room, in her room.

The strange female sits down on her bed and looks at the man in front of her.

“Because I felt sorry for you. I can read minds and yours were filled with so much anger, fear, confusion and sadness that I had to help all of you. Besides, if one of you plans anything I know it right away“, she explains and starts fiddling with her hands.

In truth, she doesn‘t know why she helped these six people. Maybe because she was raised to help. Maybe because she felt a certain connection to them.

“Thank…you“, Diego whispers. He leans against the wall next to a window and looks outside. It looks normal, not like he is in an alternative timeline.

“I‘m going to get you new clothes. I don‘t think dad will like the grungy look at dinner“, the female says, sits up and leaves her room without another word. The door closes silently behind her.

Diego takes his time to look at the room he is in, his room. A shelf is filled with books, just like he had one. The mirror is smaller. No knives are either sticking in the wall or laying around.

On the desk filled with papers and more books, Diego finds a box full of money. He raises his brows because that was the first thing he did to escape this hell of a home. As a seventeen-year-old boy he saved as much money as possible. The strange female seems to plan an escape too.

A thought fills Diegos mind as he looks in the mirror. He remembers his mom helping him with his stutter in front of the mirror. Maybe she is still alive.

The door opens loudly and gets closed as quickly as it was ripped open. Klaus is standing in front of Diego, staring at him with wide eyes. He looks as if he went through hell.

“Diego! I‘m so happy to see you! This alternative Ben is scary and cruel and so unkind. Can we please change roommates? She was so friendly…“, Klaus says as he walks back and forth through the small room.

The moment Diego wants to say something, the door opens again and the alternative number two is standing in the door frame. She stares at the two men with a pile of clothes pressed to her chest. Slowly, she closes the door again.

“Who is Ben?“, she asks as she places the clothes on her desk. Her eyes focus on Klaus, and she finds the answer to her question. “Number one? Why would you call him Ben?“

Klaus and Diego look at each other.

“What do you call him?“, Diego asks and watches the female raise her eyebrows.

“Number one“, she answers and walks past the men to sit on the windowsill. She looks as if she saw a ghost and that’s probably the truth. A small glimpse of Diegos memories showed her a loving mother she never had.

“You‘ve got no names?“, Klaus asks in shock and looks at his brother then to the female.

“Of course. They have no names because mom gave us ours. They only have dad. He gave us the numbers“, Diego realizes and swallows hardly. He can only imagine how hard it must have been for the female and her siblings to grow up without love and affection, only with cold numbers and a heartless dad.

One single tear escapes the females eyes. As quickly as possible, she wipes it away and stands up.

“You have to go back to number one. He will give you clothes for the dinner“, she says with a slightly shaking voice. Klaus nods and leaves the room, even though he wants nothing more than to give this poor soul a hug.

The female presses the clothes to Diegos chest and returns to the window, sitting on the sill. She stares out of the window, wanting to give the man his privacy while changing.

“It’s a good idea to leave the academy, believe me“, Diego says while he takes off his harness full of knives, then his jacket and shirt. The female on the sill wants to look at him with anger and confusion in her expression, but she doesn‘t want to hurt his privacy.

“What would you possibly know about that?“, she asks with an annoyed voice.

“For a person who can read minds, you ask a lot of questions“, Diego states with smile on his lips and number two can‘t stop herself anymore. She stares at him with anger in her (e/c) eyes. Only incidentally, she notices his muscular chest.

“But if you want to know. When I was seventeen, I left my family and this hell of an academy behind. I started my own life and it was the best decision I ever made“, the man explains while he buttons his new shirt. The female stares out of the window once again.

“But you need a name out there, in the real world“, Diego states and starts to think of a name that would suit the pretty female on the windowsill while he puts on the black trousers. “I‘m going to call you (Y/n).“

A smile forms on her lips, and she looks at the man in her room once again. For some time they stare and smile at each other.

“I‘d like that. Thank you, Diego“, (Y/n) whispers.

It’s midnight when Diego returns to their shared room. (Y/n) is waiting for him in her bed, holding a notebook as well as a pen in her hands.

The Sparrow academy ate dinner together with the Umbrella academy. But then their father told them to go to their rooms. He wanted to talk to his alternative adoptive children alone.

Diegos gaze is lowered and his shoulders are hanging. The female on the bed could swear she saw tears shine in his brown eyes. But the moment Diego actually looks at her, his sight is clear.

“How did it go?“, (Y/n) asks, although she is pretty sure Diego will ignore her. There is no way he is going to open his heart to her.

“This dad is even worse than the one I know“, Diego says as he sits down next to the female, grabbing the sheets. There is so much anger, sadness and rage inside him.

(Y/n) sits up so that she is seated next to the man, the notebook and pen in her lap. Hesitantly, she takes one of Diegos hands.

“I know. Sometimes I believe he is an alien, so heartless and cold“, the female says with a small smile on her lips. Diego laughs and makes her heart swell because she helped him forget the cruelty of their father for once.

“I don‘t understand how you could stay here for more than thirty years. What convinced you to stay?“, Diego asks confused.

“Family.“ (Y/n) smiles at the man, holding his hand tighter. “I might not have a loving mom like you had, but I have my siblings. They are grumpy and unfriendly and stupid sometimes, but they are my sisters and brothers. I don‘t know where I would be without them. They are my family.“

Diego nods because he understands her. After fighting the end of the world twice and traveling through time, he is closer to his siblings and would do anything for them. Because they are his true family now.

They say nothing for some time. (Y/n) lets herself fall onto the mattress, her legs dangling over the side of the bed. She closes her eyes and feels the weight of another body next to her.

“Technically, you are my family too, you and your siblings. So I‘m going to help you. If dad decides to banish you from the academy, I will follow you.“

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves oneshot #diego hargreeves one shot #diego hargreeves x y/n #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves angst #diego hargreeves fluff #the umbrella academy #sparrow academy #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #sir reginald hargreeves

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Lady Frost and the Fire King - A familiar partnership - Chap 31

Chapter 31 - Nostalgica

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31330631/chapters/83381065

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13886468/31/Lady-Frost-and-the-Fire-King-A-familiar-partnership

Ladybug and Cat Noir pursued the supervillain, which was escaping from the heroes and while on it, she used her wand to shot magic against the heroes, but they dodged it. During the run, the villain looked at the next crossroad to see a bus cross the road turning towards their direction and the villain used her wand to hit it with magic, turning it into a large carriage with four horses and a few passengers, which had been sitting in the bus before.

„Miss Baba Yaga, stop putting everyone back in the old times!“ Shouted Cat Noir making Ladybug confused.

„Who is that?“ Questioned Ladybug making Cat Noir shrug his shoulders.

„Wasn‘t she a witch or something?“

„Where should I know that,“ Answered Ladybug, then jumped above the carriage along with her partner to pursue the supervillain. „Has Rena Rouge been able to contact Fire King and Lady Frost?“

„I think she had,“ Answered Cat Noir, then pointed forward to see the villain aim all the light poles to turn them into lanterns with candle lights. „I almost got the witch,“ Commented Cat Noir making a cat jump to catch her, but she dodges him and uses her wand on Cat Noir‘s staff to turn it into a wooden staff. „Oh great!“ Complained Cat Noir getting up, then the villain grabbed his stuff trying to take it off Cat Noir.

„I‘m Nostalgica and you shouldn‘t be out here at this time you ruffians,“ Commented the woman, then took the staff away and slapped with its end on Cat Noir‘s butt making him yowl, followed by Ladybug stop in shock.

„Me-ouch!“

The villain dropped the stick and ran off, then Cat Noir picked up his staff while scratching his butt.

„That Lady is mean,“ Complained Cat Noir, then Ladybug placed her hand on his shoulder.

„Don‘t worry, we will catch her,“ Commented Ladybug, then ran further along with the cat-themed superhero reaching the next crossroad and the two stopped to see the woman had turned left and turned back in the next crossroad. „Want to split or prefer to go together?“

„For now on I‘m good in going with you,“ Answered Cat Noir a little anxious making Ladybug chuckle.

„Don‘t worry, it won‘t happen again,“ Promised Ladybug.

„I know it will again. I can feel it tingling throughout my entire nervous system,“

„I didn‘t expect you to have a neurotic side,“ Commented Ladybug departing along with her partner.

„This reminded me of a movie about slaves I watched a while ago,“ Commented Cat Noir. „The pain really is incredible,“

„I believe you…...hey in case you have to protect me, you…..uh…..,“

„Will have to protect you from that lady?“ Questioned Cat Noir, then nodded at the girl. „Don‘t worry, I‘ll do it anyway,“

„When Fire King and Co. arrive you won‘t be alone there,“ Stated Ladybug, then spotted a woman and a teenager watching the villain disappear in the next corner, which was noticed by the superhero duo. Ladybug whistled to call the family‘s attention and stopped along with Cat Noir.

„Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I have to ask you two to hide inside the house until we take care of this situation,“ Warned Ladybug, then the man grabbed Ladybug on her arms, surprising her.

„Ladybug, this akuma villain there is my mother,“ Commented the woman. „The retirement home called and explained, what was up,“

„Why was she akumatized?“ Questioned the superheroine.

„They don‘t know it. They just saw something was wrong when she already was akumatized and turned several devices into something else,“

„Maman, last time I was with grandma at the home, she complained about how I was using my tablet to do my homework,“ Commented the redheaded boy, which Ladybug had recognized as Nathaniel Kurtzberg. „I didn‘t know she would get akumatized today,“

„Don‘t worry Mrs. And Mr. Kurtzberg. We‘ve got this, we will bring her back safe and sound,“ Stated Ladybug. „I promise,“ Ladybug added looking at Nathaniel, which nodded with shiny eyes and Cat Noir moved his head signaling Ladybug to move further.

During the run, Cat Noir looked back at the Jewish family and back at the superheroine.

„What is Nathaniel‘s grandma doing in a retirement home?“ Questioned the blonde.

„I think because of health problems she was moved into the retirement home. I‘m not sure of her age though,“

„Good question,“ Commented Cat Noir, then they spotted at the next corner a horse running out of control against the two superheroes and Ladybug used her yo-yo to grab Cat Noir and swung up at the roof to dodge the horse.

„That was a wild ride,“ Commented Cat Noir making Ladybug nod.

„More like a close call,“ Corrected Ladybug, then she heard one honking noise and moved further to the end of the roof to look around. „Cat, you‘ve gotta see this,“ Ladybug ordered, therefore the blonde ran to the girl to look above the roof and spotted an ice-made locomotive coming towards their way. Ladybug squinted her eyes and smiled as she recognized Lady Frost and Fire King in it.

„Lady Frost is starting to grow out of her miraculous. That‘s amazing,“ Ladybug said, then Cat Noir jumped down and waited for the ride. Ladybug shook her head as the blonde held up his thumb, seeing the train slow down, after that the blue-haired heroine jumped down as well to see the locomotive stop in front of the black-dressed hero.

„Lady Frost, did you build that all on your own?“ Questioned Cat Noir seeing the heroine nod. „That‘s amazing,“ Complimented Cat Noir making Fire King frown.

„I already told her that first,“ Commented Fire King annoyed making the two heroines giggle.

„Don‘t worry, compliments are meant to be platonic,“ Joked Ladybug, then Fire King moved to the exit to look at the experienced duo.

„Are you coming with us or….?“ Questioned the redhead watching Cat Noir hop at the nose of the locomotive, then got up on the head and Ladybug climbed on the stairs beside the vehicle holding herself.

„Alright, Lady Frost move on,“ Commanded Ladybug knocking on the ice-cold column of the locomotive and Lady Frost drove it slow to make a curve around to get at the bridge, then she accelerated the vehicle to cross fast the bridge getting closer to Nostalgica, which was passing by the Notre Dame again, then shrieked as she saw the train head towards her.

„Your silly locomotive can‘t stop me,“ Commented Nostalgica throwing a beam of magic against the train, then it got deflected and hit another light pole, which turned it into candlelight.

„Impossible!“ Hissed the woman, then disappeared right on the road beside the Notre Dame and Lady Frost flinched her teeth while turning the wheel of her train making it pass over the sidewalk and crash with the front into a building, then scratch the side of it on the house.

„Okay the sudden steering on the curves like this isn‘t meant for this locomotive,“ Commented Lady Frost looking at Fire King, which was scratching his head after hitting his head.

„Is everyone okay?“ Asked Ladybug getting up from the inside of the locomotive, then earned a nod from the duo. „I‘ll be going from up top.“ Mentioned Ladybug getting on top of the roof and Cat Noir got into the locomotive.

„Thank god, I jumped down before the impact,“ Commented Cat Noir. „I‘m surprised, it didn‘t break,“

„Me too, but what surprised me most was that it deflected the attack of the villain,“ Pointed Lady Frost out, then watched Fire King try to reverse the train back.

„That‘s enough King, now move forward,“ Ordered the blonde, moving the steering wheel while Fire King moved the lever back to forward and the locomotive began to drive further again.

„Thanks, will you continue to navigate me behind Nostalgica?“ Asked the silver-blonde heroine earning a nod from the friend, which focused on the villain, which turned around at the next crossroad.

„Slow down!“ Ordered Fire King.

„Make the curve from the outside,“ Ordered Cat Noir.

„What do you mean?“ Asked Lady Frost, then Fire King placed his hands on the wheel to pull it aside, afterward guided it smoothly into the next road and gave it back to Lady Frost.

„That was what I meant,“ Stated Cat Noir making the girl nod.

„Thanks, Fire King,“

„At your service,“ Responded Fire King, then shrieked along with Gerda's alter ego as they saw the villain turn left and the front was a wall, which blocked the road from the Seine. Lady Frost pulled the brake, followed by Fire King pull a full spin with the steering wheel making the front of the vehicle crash at the last building before the road and stop vertically aside the road.

Cat Noir looked behind the vehicle, then back at the fire-themed superhero.

„We‘re lucky the rear didn‘t get stuck there,“ Mentioned Cat Noir, then Lady Frost moved the train up at the road again, then went further and along with the redhead, she looked for the location of the supervillain.

„She‘s there on the Pont de Saint Louis!“ Warned Cat Noir making Lady Frost nod, which slowly steered the vehicle near the building, then across the next short curve both shrieked to encounter a few parked cars on the side of the road and a few empty horse carriages, then she closed her eyes, therefore the locomotive pushed the vehicles in front of it with its cowcatcher aside.

„Move back to the middle. This is slowing us down,“ Commented Fire King spinning the steering wheel, along with Lady Frost following the free road in the middle to the large crossroad, which was linked to the bridge leading to the next island.

„Good,“ Responded Lady Frost, then at the next buildings they saw Nostalgica aim at various chairs outside of a bistro, which turned into Mahagoni-made chairs with dark-red textile pillows. People began to run in various directions, few getting aimed by the supervillain, which changed their clothing into retro ones.

„I don‘t think we‘re going make it through the crowd,“ Mentioned Fire King, then Lady Frost pulled the honk several times warning the crowd, which got more panic and disastrous crashed against each other making it harder for the superheroes, then Lady Frost pulled the brake again to slow it down.

„Don‘t worry guys, Ladybug is still following the villain from above. Stay here, I will try to escort the people away from the road,“ Mentioned Cat Noir leaving the train to run towards the crowd.

„Come you can now slowly move on, Cat Noir is leading the crowd back into the place,“ Mentioned Fire King making the superheroine nod, which pushed the lever to drive it over the bridge closer to Cat Noir, which jumped from the sidewalk up at the nose of the locomotive.

„Oh no out there are more people sitting outside of coffee shops,“ Commented Lady Frost, then Fire King began to use the honk to warn the citizens. Cat Noir covered his ears from the noise, then observed at the street people sitting on the outside of the coffee and Cat Noir yelled to call their attention.

„Get into the shop!“ Shouted Cat Noir. „Get in! Get in!“

Fire King continued to use the honk, then took his hand off as the people had paid attention to them and ran back into the place to hide.

„Thank goodness,“ Stated Lady Frost, then watched the villain turn at the next corner and Lady Frost turned the steering wheel, crashing the front on the next building, then slowly returned to the road.

„I hate it, when she does that,“ Complained Fire King grabbing himself on the dashboard of the cabin.

„I‘m trying my best, King,“

„I meant Nostalgica,“ Pointed Fire King out. „I‘m sure she‘s trying to screw us up,“ Guessed Fire King, then pointed with his hand to see the villain take another curve into a slinker alley, making him groan. „See?“

„Take the other road, I will run behind her,“ Ordered Cat Noir feeling the train brake again, then Cat Noir got down of the locomotive to pursue the supervillain throughout the alley. He shoves his wooden stick into the hold behind his back and ran like a cat behind the villain, getting faster than her, then glanced up quickly at the roof to see Ladybug follow them as well.

A loud noise appeared above the sky and four fighter jets turned down heading towards Cat Noir and Nostalgica. Cat Noir widened his eyes in shock and jumped aside watching them pass, following the supervillain, which began to be attacked by its weapons.

„Oh my gosh!“ Cried Cat Noir surprised at the deed of the military.

Ladybug got down to Cat Noir to see him shocked, then placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear.

„That‘s just Rena Rouge,“ Stated Ladybug making Cat Noir smile. "They're not even in the size of the real ones,"

„Wow, it‘s pretty realistic,“ Commented the blonde hero, making Ladybug smile and the superheroine returned to follow the heroine. Cat Noir looked back to see the superheroes in the ice-train come along and he jumped into it.

„Good news, Rena Rouge is following her with an illusion. Maybe we will get lucky this time,“

„Hopefully,“ Answered Fire King, then Lady Frost drove the train further.

Moments later Nostalgica ran towards the Place des Vosges then jumped at the fence, crashing against it and fell down on her back and watched the jets fly towards her, then she moved her wand up watching one of the engines of the jets pass through her hand, causing a blinking at the illusion making the woman widen her eyes noticing it wasn‘t real.

„Those are illusions!“ Shouted the woman getting up, then look around for the superheroes and only saw Ladybug coming from the rooftops. The woman shot a magic beam against the superhero, which dodged it by swinging beside it with her yo-yo and tried to hit the woman with her feet but missed.

„Nostalgica, listen to me. Your daughter and your grandson are worried sick about you. Please don‘t let Hawk Moth take over you,“ Ladybug started, then the villain threw a magic beam against the superheroine, which jumped aside to miss the hit. „I‘m serious, I saw your grandson Nathaniel before. He was nearly about to cry. Don‘t let Hawk Moth use you against everyone here. None of us has anything against you,“

„I‘m at that age, where I wish I could do everything again like I used to. That time is over now and anything from this new generation is terrible. The new TV screens are too large and causes intense pain in my eyes, the technical progress is taking jobs and other tasks away from good people, that needed the job to make it through their life. How many times have I seen at the highway machines replacing workers to collect money to pass? The new shopping centers as well. Certain train stations you have now to buy tickets on the machines as well and how do you know exactly, that you‘re doing it right? It‘s the third time already I get fined for getting it wrong,“

„You‘re right, some really are sad to exist. But you see, life now isn‘t as easy as it was before. People now have less time for their friends and family because of work. More adults and immigrants live here in Paris and fill in stores, which should be left quickly for the next group. Some jobs were also facilitated for certain groups like car builders. The factory now has machines, that make the hardest parts while the builders then focus on the minor, but important parts. Or traffic lights are also a good invention. This is probably the best invention at this moment, cause many people would be going crazy during traffic jams if they had to follow the street guides,“

„This may be true, but there are far more bad things behind this technological progress. Students have it easier to learn and cheat on it. Others have it difficult to learn with it and get distracted. They even have modern calculators, while we back in our time we had a slide rule or a wooden one and couldn‘t even use it during exams while here you can. No wonder half of the kids from today barely know any mental arithmetic,“

„Nostalgica!“ Called Cat Noir appearing. „Remember the good ol‘ locomotives from the past?“ Questioned Cat Noir pointing at the ice-made locomotive, which was coming to their direction and Fire King climbed out of the window followed by the train stopping in the middle of the road in front of the entrance of the park.

Nostalgica shot a beam of magic against Ladybug, then Cat Noir jumped against her to avoid her getting hit and Fire King threw a small fireball at the villain, then ran towards her and made a roll on the ground as the villain threw a magic beam at the boy and he grabbed her on both arms trying to hold her tight preventing to use the wand.

„Quick! Take her wand!“ Ordered Fire King watching Ladybug throw her yo-yo catching the arm of the villain instead which smirked and took the distraction to head bump into Fire King‘s nose, making him whine.

„En serio?!“ Complained Fire King, then Ladybug pulled the boy away with her yo-yo narrowly having let the villain hit the boy with a magic spell.

„We need a plan,“ Stated Ladybug watching Fire King ran against Nostalgica to try to take her wand away, while she packed him on his chest to prevent him to take the wand.

„You‘re a badly educated boy. You deserve to be punished,“ Commented the villain and under her breast a red light shined at the boy and gave him an electronic shock, making him tingle and fall down on his back.

„Whoa, what was that?“ Asked Cat Noir watching Ladybug fish Fire King away from the situation, then helped him up.

„You‘re okay?“ Asked Ladybug watching Fire King shake his head from the shock, then ran with his hands on fire against the supervillain. „Fire King!“ Shouted Ladybug, then Lady Frost threw an ice blast against his friend causing him to slip and crash against the villain, which threw a magic beam against the road hitting a police car, that had just passed by and now it remained a horse along with a carriage and Roger Raincomprix sitting on it.

„Hey!“ Shouted Roger getting down of the carriage to enter the park, then looked up at the vehicle of Lady Frost. „Where are the papers of this vehicle?“ Asked the police stern.

„Uh I don‘t know,“ Responded Lady Frost looking at the heroes.

„Lady Frost! Why did you hit me?!“ Asked Fire King loud, then tripped over the ice followed by Nostalgica, which hit him on his stomach and got up, followed by stomping on him.

„You can‘t stop me,“ Commented the supervillain, then Roger noticed the supervillain and aimed his gun at her.

„Put your hands up, Nostalgica. You‘re standing on my area,“ Demanded the policeman, then Nostalgica used her magic to turn Roger‘s gun into a refilling gun, making him groan. Roger picked his walkie-talkie to call reinforces, but it was turned into a brick-like cellphone making Roger drop his chin.

„You gotta be kidding me,“ Complained Roger.

Nostalgica pointed her wand at Ladybug again, then Fire King up again, then embraced the woman from behind holding her right.

„Quick! Remove the wand!“ Ordered Fire King trying to hold her, then he was kicked between his legs and he stepped back holding his hands down. „No!“ Groaned the boy, then created with his one hand fire and defended himself from getting hit by the wand‘s magic. Fire King moved his hands to push her, but she stepped aside and Fire King moved further stepping over the villain‘s foot she had put out for him. Fire King growled, then shoot a fireball at her foot making her jump in the air, losing the wand.

Fire King smiled, then jumped up to grab the wand and showed it to the group.

„Break it!“ Ordered Cat Noir watching the villain turn around to attack Fire King, but she got pulled away by Ladybug and Fire King before using his fire, he fell down on his knees crying in pain, followed by his lava markings on his suit blink.

„What‘s going on?“ Asked Lady Frost standing on the outside of the locomotive. Ladybug observed the fire-themed superhero shorty, then shrieked as Nostalgica freed herself from the yo-yo and ran towards the Spaniard.

Cat Noir used his wooden staff to push the woman down, then picked Fire King up and ran away from the danger zone, afterward looked back to see Lady Frost make under Nostalgica‘s feet an ice ground to make her slip.

Cat Noir disappeared with Fire King behind a car, then Fire King destransformed himself back into his civilian self, then Cat Noir recognized Rollan‘s face.

„This is the third time I felt like this,“ Commented Rollan scratching his head, while Coal walked up at the owner. „Something is wrong with us, but I don‘t know what,“

„You had this issue more times before?“ Questioned Cat Noir curious. „Why are you still using this miraculous? Can‘t you talk with Ladybug about its issues?“

„I don‘t want to leave the team, just because I can‘t use my miraculous anymore,“

„You can tell her how you feel about it. She may borrow you another miraculous. Sure you or Lady Frost weren‘t planned to be in our team, but at the moment it is good, that we have more heroes working with us,“

„You think this will work?“ Questioned Rollan getting up, then heard Lady Frost cry as she flew against the locomotive. „Lady Frost!“

„Don‘t worry, Rena Rouge is around. She‘s gonna help us as well,“ Commented Cat Noir. „Just stay here and wait until we‘re done, okay?“ Asked Cat Noir placing his hand on Rollan‘s shoulder, which sighed and nodded. „And don‘t worry, your secret is save with me,“ Cat Noir said returning to the match, then Rollan glimpsed over a car to see Lady Frost create under Ladybug and Nostalgica‘s feet a small ice-path, then Ladybug pushed the villain against the locomotive and she lost her wand.

„Cataclysm!“ Shouted Cat Noir jumping against the wand to break it, then the akuma flew out of it.

„Good job!“ Complimented Ladybug heading to the akuma to catch it.

„Watch it!“ Shouted Lady Frost creating an ice wall to deflect the ray attacks coming from the chest of the woman.

„She must have an amok as well,“ Commented Cat Noir, then Ladybug threw up her yo-yo to reveal her mysterious object which was a car tire.

„A car tire?“ Asked Ladybug, then Cat Noir quickly pulled the tire over Ladybug to protect her from getting hit by one of Nostalgica‘s electronic shocks. „Oh!“ Ladybug commented, then she grabbed the tire and held it in front of her to deflect the next attacks.

„Lady Frost, Rena Rouge, take her from the sides,“ Warned Ladybug, then Lady Frost threw one ice-ray against the supervillain, which deflected it with her ray and someone whistled and it was Ladybug holding her tire on the ground and Cat Noir kicked with his feet on the tire to put her down.

„Well done,“ Complimented Rena Rouge running along with Lady Frost to the villain, then Lady Frost held her hand down against the woman while the fox-themed heroine pulled out of the woman‘s neck the necklace, then dropped it on the ground to break it with her feet to reveal the blue feather.

„Fist Bump, lady,“ Asked Rena Rouge holding out her fist at Lady Frost, which smiled, then both looked at Ladybug restoring everything back to normal, followed by the villain transforming back into an elderly lady, which was confused and startled.

„Mrs. Kurtzberg, are you alright?“ Asked Ladybug getting down to the woman to take a look at her.

„Where am I? What happened?“ Questioned the senior holding her hand in front of her.

„We will take you back home. Your daughter and your grandson were worried sick about you, as they were informed about your akumatization,“

„I was akumatized?“ Asked the woman in shock, then Ladybug moved her hands to calm the woman down.

„Everything went back to normal. You‘re now here with us,“ Said Ladybug, then several citizens appeared along with one journalist to witness the finished action by the superheroes.

„No interviews with me. This fox‘s gotta go home,“ Warned Rena Rouge getting out of the place leaving Cat Noir back with Ladybug and Lady Frost.

„Did you leave this locomotive here?“ Asked one citizen looking at Lady Frost while pointing at the train.

„Sure,“ Responded Lady Frost, then he took out his camera. „Can I take a picture of you and me in front of this? I want to send it to my grandfather. He loves locomotives,“

„Okay, why not?“ Asked Lady Frost taking the spot in front of the train along with the teenage boy.

Around Ladybug and the senior appeared the crowd and the journalist to interview here.

„Ladybug, Ladybug tell us! Was it really hard to defeat this villain or just like the same?“ Questioned the journalist.

„Sorry, I have to carry this woman back to her family,“ Stated Ladybug, then the woman looked at the journalist, which had eye contact with her.

„Madame, what have you done during the time as a villain? Could you remember anything? What exactly made you do that?“ Asked the journalist scaring the woman, which tried to get up, but fell down on her knees.

Ladybug got sad, then helped the woman up slowly and moved her further while the other citizens kept bothering.

„Come on, we have to go home,“ Warned Ladybug walking the woman along the Parc des Vosges to the end, where Roger Raincomprix stood checking his vehicle and saw the superheroine carrying the woman.

„Ladybug, shall I take her home?“ Questioned the agent watching the woman, which seemed to have a white face. „Is she alright?“

„I‘m not sure,“ Responded Ladybug looking at the face of the woman, which seemed to have no reaction and the senior stopped placing her hand in front of her chest, then dropped down on the ground shrieking Ladybug.

„Mrs. Kurtzberg!“ Shouted Ladybug, then Roger got down on his knees grabbing his walkie-talkie to make a call.

„Lieutnant Roger Raincomprix. I need immediately an ambulance. Senior around the 80s got unconscious…...I can‘t feel a heartbeat at the moment…….first aid will be performed…..roger, that,“ Ended Roger, then moved the woman's head uo, while Ladybug stood there in shock looking at the man about to perform CPR. „Just don‘t stand there, help!“ Shouted the policeman making Ladybug gulp, then Lady Frost appeared along with Cat Noir, which saw what was up. The viewers appeared as well, then the journalist ordered the cameraman to turn the camera off and observed the police at the work.

„I need someone to close the space around us and someone to do the chest compression,“ Ordered Roger, then Cat Noir got down to help him and Ladybug remained in shock, while Lady Frost looked around to see, what the agent meant and moved at the road to stay aside, followed by two teens to form a barrier to prevent people to drive into their line.

Rollan got out slowly from the car to see, what was going on and got closer to the scene. One of the citizens waved at Rollan, then ran towards the boy.

„Are you able to perform CPR?“ Questioned the man making Rollan shake his head. „Please go home or block the road along with the others,“

„Okay,“ Commented Rollan racing at the end of the road to stay three persons away from Lady Frost, which was looking at Ladybug, which had frozen at looking the two males trying to bring the senior back to life.

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mrsbarnes99 · 4 years

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The meaning of age and time

Pairing: Modern!CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are in a happy relationship but the comments of others about your agepap get to him and he starts wondering if you two are really suited for each other.

Warnings: Angst, big agegap (Reader is 23 and Bucky is 40)

Word Count: 1853 words

A/N: Here's a little one shot I came up with. I hope you like it. This is my first try at writing something and English is not my first language so please be kind.

You and Bucky had been together for almost a year and you‘ve never been happier in your life. He was the kind of boyfriend every girl hoped for: loving, charming, caring, funny and a bit dorky. But although you two were very in love and had been living together for a few months, there was one aspect that seemed to cause more and more problems. At first you never thought much about your agegap because you didn‘t deem it a problem in any way. But there had been situations in which you felt like Bucky was having some issues with the fact that you are significantly younger than him.

You first noticed it a couple of weeks ago when you two went out for some coffee in the afternoon.

Eversince the new cupcake shop down the street from your apartment had opened you wanted to try it out. So one Sunday you convinced Bucky - by convincing you mean giving your boyfriend a serious case of puppy dog eyes - to go there after taking a walk together. Bucky had always loved these little dates the two of you would go on practically all the time as Sam would say. This time though you noticed that Bucky was uncomfortable and kept glancing at everyone around you. Almost as if he was checking if they were looking at you two.

"Buck, if you don‘t want to stay we can take some cupcakes back home."

You were very surprised about the relief on Buckys face after telling him this but you figured that he was just exhausted and wanted to relax at home after a grueling week at work. Especially because everything seemed fine again once you had left the shop.

The second time that Bucky was all of a sudden in a bad mood was when Sam kept teasing Bucky with his "old age". Normally Bucky would just roll his eyes and start making jokes about Sam as well. Sometimes they would get so competitive that it almost seemed like a match. But this time Bucky just blew up.

"Y/N, grandpa here is really turning you into a homebody. When was the last time you went to a club with us?"

"I canceled one t-" "What is your problem Birdbrain!? Can‘t you just mind your own damn business for once?" You were shocked at how angry Bucky was and that he‘d just interrupt you like that.

"Cool it, Buckaroo or you might have a heart attack." Sam kept mocking. While glaring at him Bucky got up from his chair and then just stomped out of the café and back to his office. You and Sam just looked at each other confused. Neither of you understood why this would bring such a reaction out of him. After giving Bucky some time to calm down you went looking for him but he didn‘t go back to his office as you had presumed. So you went to his assistant and asked her where Bucky went to. "He left to see Mr. Rogers in his office to go over some contracts, Ms. Y/L/N."

You weren‘t sure if you should go up to Steve‘s office or not but decided to just knock and see if they were almost done. As you were standing infront of Steve‘s door you heard Bucky‘s voice "You don‘t understand Steve! I just don‘t know how to ignore it!" What was Bucky talking about? Ignore what? You were curious and kept on listening to their conversation.

"It was never a problem before. What changed?" "You just don‘t get it, Steve! Do you know how weird it is to feel how everyone around is watching you thinking what does he want with her? Can‘t he find someone his age? That poor girl he‘s probably just using her to feel young again. Why are they together they have nothing in common?" You felt a tear slide down your cheek. Why didn‘t Bucky tell you about his feelings concerning the agegap the two of you have? You decided it was better to go back to Bucky‘s office and wait there until he comes back to talk about everything. You didn‘t have to wait long. Bucky was back half an hour later and seemed to be in a better mood but once he saw your sad face he got concerned. "What happened, doll? Have you been crying?" "No. Actually, yes a bit." "Why?" Bucky sat down beside you and pulled you towards himself hugging you. "Ms. Romanoff told me you were with Steve so I went to his office and I overheard you guys talking. When were you going to tell me that my age bothered you so much?" You could see that Bucky was struggling thinking about how best to answer your question.

"Look, doll. I have always known that our relationship would raise some brows but that never bothered me until I heard some women talk about us." "When was that?" "That day at the cupcake shop." "So that‘s why you wanted to leave. But why does it bother you when someone you don‘t even know thinks it‘s ok to judge us?" "I didn‘t want it to bother me this much but I couldn‘t help but keep thinking about it. They did have some points..." "Such as?" You asked annoyed. "For example the fact that you‘re at an age where you like to go out an party on the weekends instead of chilling at home. Or that I‘m at an age where you settle down and start a family whereas that’s still in the far future for you. We‘re just in two very different places." "So do you feel this way too or have you just started thinking about this after hearing someone make these stupid remarks about us?" Bucky looked you deeply in the eyes, sighed and then kissed you on your forehead. "I‘m sorry, doll. I guess I just got too in my head with all this. I don‘t think that we‘re a bad match or not suited for each other just based on our age. I love you and I‘m very happy that you're my girl." "I love you too Buck. But promise me that you‘ll talk to me if something like this happens again ok?" "I promise, doll. What do you say to a movie and some Pizza tonight? So we can leave this all behind and spent some time together." You smiled at Bucky and gave him a kiss before grabbing your back and making your way back to the little clothing store you had started with Y/F/N a couple of years ago.

Now looking back at these two small incidents you wonder if you missed the signs which led to the big fallout you and Bucky had yesterday. When you came back to the apartment after work you were exhausted. Today just hadn‘t been your day. It started with an unfriendly customer and ended with a fashion magazine describing your stores latest clothes as boring and nothing new or exciting. You couldn‘t wait to just snuggle up to your boyfriend and forget about everything. But upon unlocking the door to your shared apartment it was like you entered an alternate dimension. There was a suitcase next to the door and you heard your boyfriend rummaging in the bedroom.

"Do you have to leave for a business meeting?" You asked confused, wondering if you forgot about something he mentioned. Bucky looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. "Buck, what is going on? Did I forget about something?" You were starting to feel very agitated and uncomfortable like you already knew something bad was about to happen. "Look, Y/N, I think we‘ve been living in our own little world all this time but we just can‘t ignore the real world forever." "What do you mean?" You were shocked and heartbroken. Was Bucky really breaking up with you? And since when did he call you by your name? Normally he would refer to you by cute nicknames, mostly he would call you doll so much that his friends at first thought that that was your name. "It‘s just... you‘re too young for me. You're practically still a kid wanting to live their dream by trying to create a fashion brand with an itty bitty store. Whereas I‘m a cofounder of a well established firm who wants to start a family. We‘re in two different places in life and it‘s just not working. I mean your only 23 and I‘m in my forties. I need someone my age who I can marry and start a life with and you still have a lot to experience before you‘re able to settle down. You‘ll just resent me later on if I force you to grow up faster than you‘re supposed to." You were feeling numb. Too shocked to do or say anything. You only realized that you were crying once you saw the teardrops hitting your jacket that was folded over your arm.

"You can stay in the apartment as long as you need to find another place to stay. I‘m flying out to a conference and once I get back I‘ll move into my old condo." "So that‘s it. You suddenly decided to end it all over some comments other people you don‘t even know made? Don‘t I mean anything to you? I thought you loved me. How can you just throw it all away?" Bucky looked you in the eyes but you couldn‘t recognize the man you‘d fallen for anymore. His eyes were cold and detached like you were some nasty insect he wanted to get rid of. "Don‘t make this any harder on yourself. The faster you come to the realization that we never would have worked anyway the better. If you would be so nice as to let me leave now, I have a flight to catch that I can‘t miss because of your childish behavior. In the next couple of days someone is coming by to get the rest of my clothes. Oh and before I forget, here take this back it must have been expensive and you need the money more than I do." With that he gave you back the Rolex you had gifted him to his 40th birthday. You‘ve never felt so insulted „Really!? Is breaking my heart not enough for you? Do you have to insult me as well!? You can keep it. What should I do with it? I can‘t return it...remember it‘s engraved you egoistic, conceited asshole!" With that you shoved the watch back in his hand and ran off to the guestroom and looked it. A few minutes later you heard Bucky leaving the apartment and you.

Sitting on the floor you cried your eyes out. You‘ve never felt heartbreak like this before. Bucky had been everything you ever wanted but he just tossed you away like yesterday‘s trash. And the worst is that despite everything he just did and said to you, you‘re still not able to hate him. He still has your heart, sadly he doesn‘t want it no more.

#bucky angst #bucky barnes x you #modern!bucky #ceo!bucky barnes x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x younger!reader #steve rogers #sam wilson #natasha romanoff

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91percentpynch · 3 years

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if the world was ending - kevaaron au pt 6

we‘re slowly getting our happy ending i think? anyways shout out to the guys who sticked around ever since part one and encouraged me to publish the parts!! hope you enjoy this one as well! stay hydrated, eat something, feel hugged (or take a finger heart if you don‘t like physical contact) and know that i love you!! also this one‘s out of aaron‘s pov!!

the song of this part is if the world was ending by julia michaels and jp saxe

check this out for part 1-5

Aaron only planned to get to his dealer that night, just wanted the voices to stop, just wanted the feeling of numbness again

What he didn‘t want was landing in the hospital, but when did anything ever work out the way he wanted?

So when he was on the way to his dealer, tears clouding his vision, he didn‘t see the stop sign. He didn‘t notice the truck. And that was how a truck landed in the passenger side of his car, Aaron losing consciousness and somehow waking up in the ER of Chicago Hospital

„We called your emergency contact, they said they would come as soon as possible honey“, a nurse told him.

What they apparently did not know was that his emergency contact was Nicky, who left him for Germany.

Aaron wasn‘t mad. He got it. Nicky gave up so much for him and Andrew, never getting the love he deserved, he did his best.

Plus Nicky would probably call Andrew his way so he wasn‘t alone until he got the first possible flight to sit by his side for a few days before returning to his picture book perfect family.

Aaron wasn‘t mad. He really wasn‘t. He just missed his cousin. The only constant in his life, the only good part in his family.

Having a twin brother is pretty nice as well - in theory as well. Until said twin brother refuses to talk to you. Until said twin brother chooses his stupid boyfriend over you. Until you realize said twin brother doesn‘t care about you.

But Aaron couldn‘t blame him. He wasn‘t interesting enough for anyone to care about.

Aaron slipped in and out of consciousness

„I can‘t get morphime, I‘m an addict“, he said in one of his moments of consciousness. Not that he would particulary mind getting morphime, he wanted to get high after all, but Kevin‘s stupid little voice wouldn‘t let him go. „Why do you only call me when you‘re high Aaron?“, Kevin‘s face when he came to see him earlier, the day they decided to go to rehab together as friends and it ended up as them falling in love

„That‘s alright honey, we got you“, the nurse replied.

The next time Aaron woke up after that was in a white room, alone in an uncomfortable bed. Alone with his thoughts because Nicky wouldn‘t be here for at least another day. His brother was somewhere with Josten. The only person he really wanted to see refused to talk to him. Which is understandable to be fair.

Taylor, fuck he needed to tell her where he was.

Aaron was just about to look for his phone when someone kicked his door open, hurriedly crossing the room to be close to him.

Slowly Aaron raised his eyes, looking who it was. Kevin fucking Day was in his fucking room.

„You fucking idiot, what have you done?“, Kevin was close to tears, for whatever reason. Obviously not for Aaron, right?

„I don‘t need your fucking pity“, Aaron replied, shutting himself down, it was safer that way.

„Did you tell them you can‘t have morphine? Because you might relapse, i mean you already did but we don‘t want it to get worse. And this is not pity, this is Nicky yelling at me in Spanish cause you‘re in the hospital and he‘s in Germany and I‘m the closest to you and he does not want his son to be alone“, Day ever so unimpressed by Aaron‘s walls replied.

Nicky worrying about Aaron that much made the blonde feel warm inside, important, loved.

Nonetheless Aaron couldn‘t stop thinking about the person that didn‘t care to show up.

„Andrew didn‘t care to come, did he?“, Aaron‘s voice was barely audible as he hid his face in his pillow, in case those traitous tears made their way down his cheeks.

„Andrw does care about you, he‘s just shit at showing it, that fucking asshole“, Kevin replied in a soft voice, Irish accent slightly audible, the voice he used when he‘s about to be emotional or scared or mad or overall feeling strongly. „C‘mon what have you done Minyard?“

Was that worry in his voice? Could it be that he actually cared? No, no that couldn‘t be. Not when refused to talk to him.

„Car accident, not that its any of your fucking business“, Aaron replied, trying his hardest to sound as if he didn‘t care that Kevin was there with him, trying to push Kevin away, to protect his heart from another rejection.

„How are you?“, Kevin said, his Irish accent becoming a little stronger, voice thick with worry. Worry? Why would he worry about Aaron?

„Fucking great, I should let a truck drive into me more often. Very freeing. Very calming“, Aaron answered sarcastically, looking anywhere but Kevin‘s smaragd green eyes, maybe even the green of the lake they used to go in rehab, in the fluroscent light of the hospital.

„A truck. Drove into you?“, the Irish accent was now so strong Aaron could barely make out the words.

Aaron couldn‘t take it anymore, he turned around. Maybe Kevin would take the hint that he wasn‘t able to be close to him, not without being hurt, not without feeling empty. „Not that you would care“, he said, voice barely more than a breath against the pillow.

„Aaron first of all I can see you naked ass and not that I wouldn‘t mind the view and I‘ve seen it often enough but the nurses don‘t have to see that too. And secondly of course I care. I always did. Always will“

Something about Kevin mentioning Aaron‘s naked ass made the blonde boy blush as he turned back towards Kevin. Aaron didn‘t even notice that those strangers undressed him. That made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

„Why wouldn‘t you listen to me if you care so much? You‘re exactly like like Andrew, you guys only ever care when I‘m about to die or do something that doesn‘t sit right with you. Never about me as a person. The conecept about me maybe, but me? Me as a person? No one cares about that“, Aaron replied to the earlier statement, because he wanted to hurt Kevin, wanted the other boy to leave him just like the rest, just like he deserved. Aaron didn‘t need empty promises and lies - God know he had enough of those in his miserable life. Aaron didn‘t need pity or words of comfort or kindness. Aaron didn‘t need Kevin Day. Unless he did.

„You are Aaron Minyard. Born on the 4th of November, 8:31:45 am. You grew up in California in the house next to Nicky. Nicky and you were always close and you didn‘t have many friends because of your mom. Your mom might have abused her and I might hate her for that but you still love her and I get that because on some fucked up level I still care about Riko. You are allergic to cats, peanuts and house dust. You have a freckle right on your right hip, under your navel, from under your left eye over to the nose to the corner of your right eye. You like it when you are hold when you can‘t sleep but you hate showing affection in public. You were 13 when you started exy, because it gave you an escape, but you had to stop because the bruises from your mother‘s beating got to obvious. So you started getting into medicine. You borrowed every single book on medicine you could find and read it at night, always hidden from your mom. You had to have straight As or the beatings would be worse. Your mom did go out to have ice cream with you when it was especially bad. That‘s why you hate ice cream so much, especially vanillia because it was her favourite. Your secret hobby is skating. You feel free when you do it. You want to live at the coast, but not close to Cali, never back to Cali. You want Andrew to notice you and you hate how easily he let Neil in because obviously deserve it more and I get that. You tried drugs to escape, to see what was the appeal. Your uncle never helped you but he brainwashed you into believing he did. You grew up very religous and in an extraordinary homophobic household, you watched your cousin and only friend getting shipped away because he was different, not right, so you confinced yourself you were different. Heterosexual. When in reality you knew since you were 15 that you preferred guys. You liked girls as well. At least you thought but it‘s so much more complicated. Actually it isn‘t. You‘re asexual, you do however like the feeling of sex. You think the process is disgusting, but you still like the feeling. It has to be the right person though. It doesn‘t matter wether it‘s a boy or a girl or something else entierly, all that matters are the feelings the person makes you feel. It took you years to accept that you are not wrong, that you wouldn‘t have to go away like Nicky. You apologized to Nicky. You thought you had to be against their relationships, because that‘s what they made you believe. Old habits die hard. But you got over it and I am very proud of you. You sleep with a teddybear or with another person that cuddles you because the thought of being alone scares the living crap out of you. Your favourite flowers are sunflowers because yellow is a happy color. You hate sweets, you prefer salty snacks. You prefer coffee black, like your sould. You use sarcasm and humor as your coping mechanism. You stole my history books because you love history as well. You also love art but you don‘t think you are good enought to become an artist. You would love to work at Jean‘s studio but you are afraid to ask. You and Jean used to be friends but you cut him off and isolated yourself because your anxities and insecurities took over you again. Sometimes you have depressive episodes, in these you crave drugs more than normally. You want to stop it, you really do but somehow your brain tries to tell you you need it. You would love to have five dogs. An Irish Red Setter, an Irish Wolfhound, a poodle a big one though, a labrador and a golden retriever. You also want to adopt at least two kids. You don‘t want any child to go through what you had to go through or Andrew. So don‘t you dare tell me I never cared for you. Because I do. I listen when you tell me things. I remember every single time you came to me, black out drunk, crying and telling me you‘re worthless. Because every single time I wanted to tell you you aren‘t. You are a wonderful human being and I don‘t understand why I wasn‘t enough for you to stay but I will not let you tell me I never cared about you. Because that‘s some fucking bullshit“

Whatever Aaron expected to happen it certainly wasn‘t that. No one ever payed attention to him. No one ever listened to what he had to say. No one ever showed him that they cared about him. No one ever payed enough attention to him to see that he was worth their attention.

„You really did listen“, Aaron said, quietly, not able to put his feelings into words.

Aaron Minyared was never good with words. Causing pain with them? Yes. Sarcastic comments? Sure. But declearations of love? Or a simple thank you? Or really anything that would fit this situation? No, Aaron couldn‘t do that.

„Why wasn‘t I enough for you?“, the voice with tears, words hidden behind the strong Irish accent, was what made Aaron look up. Looking up into eyes the color of the lake they used to go to in their summer spend in the rehab clinic, tears falling down his beautiful cheeks, uncontrollable and messy.

„You? Not enough?“, Aaron whispered, eyes locked with the taller boy, „I was not enough. I was never enough. Not for my mother. Not for Katelyn. And certainly not for the Queen of Exy. I was never a good enough player, I was never a good enough student, I was never a good enough person. You deserve the best. Someone that loves Exy the way you do, someone as passionate and beautiful and strong as you. Not a burden. Not a no one like me. You deserve the sun, things that are bright and warm and beautiful. Not some broken, poor trailer trash. Not some drug addicted wannabe doctor. Some who can give you the love you need. Not someone struggeling to accept themselves. Not someon who can‘t even look at themselves accepting that they fell heads over heels in love with a man, struggeling to accept that, thinking someone will come and beat the shit out of them because it‘s the only thing you know. I don‘t understand the yearning, I don‘t understand the wanting, I don‘t understand the pain your absence causes me. Because I was never loved. Not properly. I mean sure I know Nicky loves me, but that‘s different. You deserves someone who‘s not too fucked up to be able to show love, not someone so fucked up they don‘t even understand the concept of love. You deserve somoene who can give you things. I can‘t offer you anything. Nothing. Nothing but a heart screaming your name. Nothing but a mind you reign. And I am so fucking sorry I ever left you without saying goodbye. I am so fucking sorry for being a coward. It was never because I stopped loving you. In the contrast. It was because there was not a single day where I thought I was good enough for you. There was not a single day the little voice in my head would shut up about how you are way to fucking good for me. You deserve so much more than I can offer you. So much more“, Aaron‘s voice broke at the last more.

„This was never your choice to make. I am a grown up fucked up man, I can decide who I can and will love very good on my own and I know you never wanted to hear it. But I chose you. I‘ve been falling in love with you ever since I met you. Started with a cute little crush. Ended up here“, Kevin said coming closer and closer to Aaron. „You talk about being so fucked up, well guess what? So am I. I am sick and tired of being seen as the Queen of Exy, of being reduced to Exy and my past alcohol problem. It‘s like I am nothing but the stick in my hand. I am nothing but the sport my mother invented. I am not even a human being anymore. At least that was what I was told. Until I met you. You and your stupid sarcatic remarks. The thougt of you seeing me was enough for me to keep trying to impress you somehow, make you see something worth keeping. But it was never enough. It would never be enough for someone to stay“

„Kevin Day. Born on the 22nd February 1986. Excuse me I don‘t know the exact time but about 7:15 pm. Your favourite color is red, not the Ravens red, the deep dark red of the Trojans because you associate it with Jeremy Knox and he was some kind of fucking sun in the nest. You had something with Jean in the nest. Riko that absolute fucking asshole somehow found out and tried to force you to do terrible things to Jean. But you couldn‘t do it. Not because you are weak like you like to think, no because you are kind and have heart of gold. I can‘t believe I just said that I want to vomit. Eww. Anyways you have massive self-esteem issues because you either think you‘re a walking failure or you have a god complex and there is no fucking in between and I love that about you. You have a constellation of freckles on your back and a little tattoo on your left hip. It‘s a little sun and a little moon on the right. Because you love the sun because it‘s bright and warm and you like that. The moon is far away, it‘s cold and lonely. The sun is your mother. You are the moon. Over your heart you have your mother‘s signature tatooted. Because she watches over you and unlike mine you actually can associate nice things with her. You want to move to Ireland once you retire. Because you want to be closer to your mom. You have your whole ass wedding planned already, because you love planning events like that. It‘s like your fucking secret superpower. You think cows are adorable and you want to pet one so badly. You are scared of chickens and swans and ducks. You are lactose intolerant and you have sport indicated asthma. You don‘t like when other people touch your arms and your back. You like forhead kisses. You like holding hands. You like showing affection, but not in public because you‘re scared what people think of you. You pretend to be arrogant and an asshole but it‘s all just walls around yourself to protect you. Secretly you just want someone to see right through it. Unlike me you do actually paint and you love photography. I know you rented a secret little atelier. Your favourite historical period is the 20th centuriy and you are oddly obsessed with eastern european and Irish history. You love horses. You love cows. You want to do horse riding once. You try so very hard to be more than just Exy. Hyperfixations are your coping mechanism. And spontaniously buying like 10 books. You love reading. You love tea. Your favourite genere is in fact not historical fiction but fantasy fiction based on history. You love rambling about random historical facts and I loved listening to it. You love soft kisses more than the hungry ones. You hate that people want you for your body, not your personality. You hate being sexualized. You hate being an object. You hate your title. But at the same time you love it. You just want to make your mother proud. And your dad. Right now you‘re wearing your mother‘s ring around your neck. Wymack found it somewhere and gave it to you. You haven‘t put it down ever since. You want to paint your nails because you think it looks pretty but you worry too much what people would think about you. You listen to classical music. You play the violin and the piano. You learned it at Palmetto somehow. You learned it because your mother used to play the fiddle, said it made her think of Ireland somehow, and when you were sad she played you some Irish lullabies on it. You love the Irish culture. You love Ireland. And your biggest dream is to get married on one of Ireland‘s cliffs. Because the ocean calms you down. Helps your anxiety. In summer your face is covered in freckles and not only your face. Oddly. You actually love swimming. Or sitting at the water. Looking at it. You collect books. You collect stones. You collect whatever you think is beautiful. You also like collecting shells. You hate to label yourself but you always preferred boys. There are days where you feel more feminie, days where you feel more masculine and days where you feel like neither. Today is a masculine day I see. Jeremy made you braclets when you

told him you were like him. You feel terrible about leaving Jean back but you also know that it was necessary. You are strong and beautiful and I know you canno see that and I know you don‘t want to hear that. You are more than your body. You are so much more. And the only reason I was stupid enough to leave you was because I thought I was not good enough. And an unhealthy amount of internalized homophobia. I just hear my mother‘s voice inside my head when I hold your hand or kiss you and I hate that. The moment I had to sleep without you the voices grew louder and it didn‘t even take a week before I had to find a dealer. I called you when I was high because the voides were silent. I called you when I was high because admitting that I missed you and that I need you was easier than. The two to four hours I slept were filled with you. In my dreams you were with me. You kissed me. You held me in these ridicously strong hands. You were with me and the world was okay. And when I woke up and you weren‘t here I just didn‘t want to get up. My grades got worse because I wasn‘t able to concentrate without you. Yes I am able to funciton without you, it was just nice to have something good in my life once. And yes I will be able to keep it up without you. A B or C here and there won‘t hurt too much. I will probably be able to become the neurologist I want to be. I will get through life. It will just not be the same. It will just be grey and black and white. With you I had colors“

„That was hard for you to say right?“, Kevin asked, tears still silently running down his cheeks.

Aaron nooded, watching as Kevin‘s face came closer and closer until he could feel his breath against his cheeks.

He was about to ask someone as a loud knock was on the door and the door was opened rather aggressivly, making Kevin get away quickly.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #jean moreau #jeremy knox #kevin day #aaron minyard #ship: jerejean #jerejean #ship: kevaaron #kevaaron

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ouranor · 3 years

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so the twins and moroha are still seen as kids. kohaku was still seen as a kid when he was around their age too but rin at 13/14 years old was old enough to be a mom? the same rin who STILL refers to herself in third person and addresses the father of her children with sesshomaru-sama when literally non of the other characters talk like that? make it make sense. like you can't tell me they didn't make her appear young(er) and naive on purpose to pander to a... certain "demographic". i mean not aging her up and literally freezing her in time so she stays youthful was bad enough but they did NOTHING to make her seem "mature" for her age. if anything they did the exact opposite

I keep getting asks like these and I‘m like... why tell ME all of that? If you take 5 seconds to go through my blog you know exactly what I think of Sunrise, Yashahime and - lowkey - of the people that are still watching it. Also, about „seeing the characters as kids“: You‘re absolutely right. Don‘t go on Twitter or Reddit though - everyone there thinks anything with a vagina is fair game, irrespective of age. It boggles the mind.

All of this is completely unacceptable of COURSE. But as I have said at least a million times at this point: Yashahime was not canon from the first episode, because the chapter it‘s based on isn‘t canon. It CAN‘T be canon, because Rin was de-aged. Rin is around 11 at the end of the manga and noticeably taller, wearing a different kimono etc... Rin in chapter 559/episode 1 of Yashahime is the same 8 year old Rin, wearing the same kimono that she had during the adventure. But for some reason, abso-fucking-lutely no one wants to listen to this and keeps indulging SessRin shippers by wasting time on arguments that are easily refuted. Not worth it. If you‘re going to sink to their level to argue, you‘ve already lost. Anyhow...

Yashahime is not canon, so nothing happening in it matters. InuKag have their happily ever after, Sesshoumaru can still be problematic but not THAT problematic and Rin gets to actually grow up and have a life.

#inuyasha #hanyo no yashahime #hanyou no yashahime #yashahime #anti takahashi #anti sunrise

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slashnatic · 4 years

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May I request Jason, Bubba and/or Thomas losing their s/o by maybe them leaving or getting kidnapped. And lets say it's been a few months and they find them! What do our big bois do?

uhmm, so i divided this into two separate headcanons for each slasher, but the kidnapping one turned out different than it should. i only noticed when i was done writing it so i‘m sorry :) anyways, i like the request a lot and i possibly will write another actual imagine about this :)

Jason Voorhees Headcanons

How does Jason react when his s/o leaves him?

When he wakes up one morning without you there he immediately starts worrying, but he tries to calm himself down by telling himself that you probably only went for a “morning swim“ in the lake or something of that kind. He knows you’re strong and capable of taking care of yourself so he waits for you.

After he waits for a couple of hours without you returning he starts searching. His actions are calm but his mind is racing.

He knows the camp like the back of his hand so he knows something isn‘t right when he doesn’t find you. He doesn‘t care that he‘s been searching the forest for hours, he‘ll go on a second search.

Once he is certain that he won‘t find you he goes back to the cabin and just sits around numbly. He doesn‘t know what to do now, how he should react, how he‘s feeling. He only knows he wants you back.

When the sun rises again the realization actually hits him. He has mixed emotions, but he‘s mostly angry at himself and scared for you. His primary feeling is sadness though. He starts crying with the first thing he‘s doing which he usually would do together with you and it will happen a lot more times throughout the day.

He makes it a part of his schedule to look for you once a day. He always searches for you with the same determination.

After a few months go by without you he is almost completely back to his old self, acting like some kind of emotionless robot, but he never stops searching for you. He still loves you and he misses you everyday.

When he finds you one morning he doesn‘t believe it at first. Is he going completely insane now? He stares at you for a couple of minutes, no matter if you’ve noticed him or not, before he reacts. Then he suffocates you in a hug. He‘s overwhelmed by his emotions and starts to cry again. Without you being there to take care of him he‘s kept his emotions locked up and they all break free when he feels you in his arms.

He doesn‘t ask questions. If you went away because you wanted to be alone, if you needed a break, if you simply got lost on your way to your “morning swim“, he doesn‘t care. You‘re back now and that‘s all that matters.

Afterwards he always keeps an extra eye on you, making sure you‘re one hundred percent satisfied with your living situation in any way, shape or form and also making sure you don‘t get hurt or lost. If he didn‘t devote his whole existence to you before, he will now.

How does Jason react when his s/o gets kidnapped?

He knows something‘s wrong immediately. Jason knows you and the camp better than anyone else, so when you‘re not where you’re supposed to be he comes to your rescue right away.

He doesn‘t have any issue finding you. He‘ll track down whoever kidnapped you in less than an hour for sure. He‘s skilled and smart.

He is worried the whole time. He is scared of why they kidnapped you, what they want from you, what they might do to you. He beats himself up over this because he thinks he should have been there to protect you. Nevertheless he stays calm and he honestly believes he‘s going to find you.

Once he did find you he goes kinda crazy, but it won‘t last long. He makes short shrift of whoever dared to take you away from him. It‘s quite the carnage, actually. He basically rips them to shreds, but only takes a few minutes to do so. After he‘s done he takes care of you, going from maniac killer to romance novel boyfriend in the matter of seconds. After inspecting and most importantly hugging you he simply scoops you up and carries you all the way back to the cabin, stroking your hair, cheek, arm or really any body part of you he can reach.

He won‘t let you leave the cabin without him by your side for quite a while after...forever, actually. It‘s annoying sometimes, but he does it because he loves you. Because he is scared to lose you, because he can‘t live without you. He needs you. If he has to take extra care of you to make sure you‘re alright he‘s more than glad to do so.

Bubba Sawyer Headcanons

How does Bubba react when his s/o leaves him?

Panic. Absolute panic. Bubba and you have a routine for everything. And you do most parts of your routines together, so the moment he notices you are not there he freaks out.

He doesn‘t consider that you actually left at first, he rather thinks something happened to you, that you got hurt. When you don‘t return after a day his brothers start giving him shit for it, or at least declaring that they strongly believe you left him. Bubba understands. He understands what they mean and he understands you.

He thinks he did something wrong, but he doesn‘t think it‘s specifically about him as a person. It‘s not that he is extremely confident but rather that that‘s just his mindset. He believes he did something that upset you in some kind of way.

He searches for you often, not daily but around two times a week. He thinks about you the whole time. He doesn‘t believe that you will come back, but he hopes you wil come back and that feeling completely overpowers the thought of living without you forever. He basically tries to ignore that you decided to leave and just lives in his head, in his little wonderland which is built on the thought that you just went for a walk or something of that sort and will be back soon.

He spends a lot of time with making presents for you or cleaning your shared bedroom, really anything he can come up with which he thinks you would be happy about. After all he thinks he did something wrong and wants to make it up to you like that.

There are nights though when he lies awake thinking he wasn‘t good enough and you finally left. That he‘s going to die alone, craving your love until the day of his death. He cries a lot thinking about that, but when he wakes up in the morning he decides to just go back to his little wonderland.

When you come back his wonderland falls completely apart. He is confronted with every thought he tried to ignore when he sees you and he cries again, a lot. It‘s actually you who has to comfort him. He doesn‘t even have the chance to say hello to you because he breaks down before he could. When you hug him to comfort him he clutches you as if his life depended on it. He decides when the hug ends, not because he wants to force you to hug him, but because he is so lost in the feeling of your body embracing his, that he simply forgets to let go and he is too strong for you to get free.

He wants an explanation but he is too shy to ask for it. What matters most is that you’re back though, you can give him the explanation later anyway. Now, presents. He is very proud of everything he did for you while you were away and will patiently watch you unwrap every single piece (just pretend he didn‘t use human skin to wrap your presents).

For the next months you constantly receive gifts, but he will eventually go back to normal over the time. He‘ll make sure you‘re happy all the time though, he can‘t risk losing you again. When you are there his little wonderland is real.

How does Bubba react when his s/o gets kidnapped?

As mentioned before, Bubba and you have your routines. If something is different than usual he‘ll notice it immediately and he‘ll immediately think you‘re hurt.

There is basically zero need for you to worry, as he will grab the chainsaw and search for you. Sure, maybe you’ve only fell down the stairs and need a few minutes to recover, but he wants to make sure.

It‘s very unlikely that a kidnapper would get very far. Due to your routines you’re barely ever far apart, so he’d most likely find them almost immediately. It‘s pretty simple from there too, he kills them, takes care of you and for the rest of your lives there won’t be a single minute of your routines which you don’t spend together. Sure, he beats himself up over what happened, but he‘s also very eager to do what needs to be done to prevent that this will ever happen again.

If your kidnapper were to actually take you away though he‘d be a complete mess. He thinks it‘s his fault only, that he didn’t go after his responsibilities as your lover and caretaker right and will become super depressed. He sleeps less than usual, when he does he has nightmares, but when he‘s awake you‘d think he‘s actually sleeping. It‘s like he is a robot whose battery needs to be changed and now he‘s on low power mode, shortly before shutting down.

Of course he searches for you too, but he‘s more busy mourning than actually acting on it. That doesn‘t mean he doesn‘t search at all though. When he finds you he acts similar to how he‘d react if you left. He will kill your kidnapper first but he won‘t pay too much attention to them. All his attention is on you. He cries for what feels like hours to both him and you, he‘ll hug you and he won‘t let go. He also definitely carries you back to the house bridal style.

Thomas Hewitt Headcanons

How does Thomas react when his s/o leaves him?

He is broken, absolutely destroyed, but not surprised. It doesn‘t take long for him to put the pieces together and he honestly saw it coming.

He is sad, cries a few times, but forces himself to move on. It doesn‘t actually work, he still thinks about you every damn second of the day, he even dreams about you almost every night, but he is good at pretending to be alright. Or at least at pretending he isn‘t heartbroken.

He is also angry. If you think his past victims were suffering you don‘t want to know what happens to the people who came after you were gone. He is not actually a bad person. He started killing people at some point, he didn‘t stop and he doesn’t have a hobby, so this is the only way to cope with his feelings for him.

He doesn‘t blame you though. This isn‘t your fault, you did nothing wrong. You are perfect and it was just a matter of time until you‘d decide you wanted someone else. He understands you and he forgives you the second he realizes you are gone. Although he is sad and angry he still wants you to be happy.

Because of the mindset he has he won‘t search for you. You wanted another life and you deserve it. Who is he to stop you?

When you come back he has mixed emotions and is very distant towards you. Honestly, at first he thinks you just forgot something and came back to get it. When you declare that you are back because of him he just stares at you. Then he starts shaking. It‘s barely noticeable at first, but when he gasps you realize he is crying. It doesn‘t take much to convince him to let you back in from there. When he feels your arms around him and your lips on his forehead he is all yours again.

He wants to know why you left but he‘s also scared of your answer. Nevertheless Thomas confronts himself with his fears, always, at least when it comes to you. He‘ll only ask after a few months have passed though.

Once you‘re back he needs time to process everything and you definitely need to repeat some steps which you took before you left (concerning your relationship). He is happy that you‘re back though and he gets very handsy. He was shy about that before, but now you‘re back here and feeling you is proof to him that it‘s real. That you actually want him. He unknowingly becomes a bit better at being in a relationship.

How does Thomas react when his s/o gets kidnapped?

In all honesty, he doesn‘t notice it at first. Relationship or not, he is busy with work almost all the time and you have to work too since you‘re now officially a part of the family. Not seeing you for a few hours is nothing special.

When you‘re not waiting in bed for him at the end of the day he knows something‘s wrong though. He knows you’re strong and independent, so he asks the family first if they have seen you. Then he searches for you. When he can‘t find you he knows something happened. As mentioned before he is able to put the pieces together, in this case there are a lot of reasons for him to know that it wasn‘t your choice to leave (mostly visitors from earlier and the family‘s statements after he asked if they had seen you).

He won‘t let them get away with you. There isn’t really any chance for them to actually kidnap you. He takes the chainsaw and runs. It will definitely get messy. He doesn‘t care about anything but your safety in that moment. But he is fucking pissed. It‘s definitely an unpleasant scene.

He carries you home bridal style, no matter if you‘re hurt or not. Although Thomas isn‘t an extremely sexual person, he will make love to you once your safe back at home. Don’t even try to repay him for his actions, he makes love to you, this isn’t about him. Feeling your body reacting to whatever he does is a sign that you’re alive and well, he can be extremely affectionate without talking and he can make you feel like heaven good.

But before that happens he needs to be calmed down, he needs to be comforted. And he needs to comfort you.

The event does change quite a lot. You will work less and spend more time with Thomas. He has an eye on you for one, and two, he can also show you affection more since the lack of that due to him always working is something he feels guilty about. Luda Mae makes sure that you work less and even if you wanted to help she wouldn‘t let you. You are part of the family and ever single member takes care of you.

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees headcanons #jason voorhees imagine #friday the 13th #friday the 13th imagine #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer headcanons #bubba sawyer imagine #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt headcanons #thomas hewitt imagine #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre imagine

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firerose · 3 years

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Angstpril day 28- The day her love died

also on ao3

This is my last fic before I have to take a long writing break ( I have exams), So feedback would be very great :)

Hazel loved winning the war games. The Cohorts allies and enemies alike stood around her cheering and congratulating each other.

It made her happy to see them like this, so joyful after the giant war.

Dakota her Centurian colleague patted her back appreciatively.

“Good fighting out there Levesque.“, He complimented with pride in his voice.

Hazel could not suppress her smile.

Dakota was one of the Romans who took wargames a bit too seriously.

“ Thanks, you weren‘t bad either!“, She told him with a very stern tone.

Thomas rosewood, the Centurian of the first cohort walked up to them with a mocking grin.“You know you will never lose the wargames as long as Frank‘s Praetor right?“, He asked looking at Hazel with playful anger.

She felt her cheeks heating up.

She knew about the theories that the first and second cohort had made up to justify the many victories the fifth cohort won since they had started war games again. One of the popular ones was that they just lost because they did not want to hurt the Praetors girlfriend.“ My relationship with Frank has absolutely nothing to do with your fighting skills. Maybe Fortuna just isn‘t at your side for once.“, She explained reasonably.

Thoma‘s opened his mouths speechless at her words. He hadn‘t expected that she would use his godly mother against him.

Hazel felt satisfied and turned to look for her boyfriend.

Frank eyes wandered the crowd in search of Hazel. Reyna and Jason were busy with yet another talk about old times. Jason had come to Camp two days ago to talk about temple designs but he had most of the time just talked to his old friends especially Reyna.

He spotted Hazel walking towards him through the masses and quickened his steps.

He got slowed down a bit by all the people that wanted to talk to him but he did not mind.

Frank enjoyed giving them compliments or just having small talks with them.

That gave him the feeling that he was just another one of them and not one of their rulers. He suddenly felt a grasp on his arm.

When he turned his head he saw Alice a twelve-year-old shy member of the fifth cohort, smiling at him gratefully.“Thanks for training Praetor Zhang. It was a great help.“ She said softly and Frank felt moved.

“No problem and I already told you that you can call me Frank.“, He responded hoping that all of the younger demigods would learn that someday.

Alice wrapped one arm around him and leaned onto his chest but Frank did not complain. He had a soft spot for new Campers especially the ones who came with little confidence, like Alice.

“I‘m sorry it‘s just that you did so many impressing things! You are a great Praetor!“.Alice whispered and Frank felt thankfulness washing over him.“Sadly your Praetorship ends here.“, She told him with the same sweet voice.

Frank had barely time to process her words when he felt a sharp pain stabbing right into his chest.

He gasped in pain, his hand grasping the shaft of the dagger that had been pushed into his heart. Alice still held it with her small hand. He tried to back away, tried to breathe but all his body allowed was pain. He already felt his world fading and so his eyes met Hazels one last time. He did not want to leave her so soon. He had imagined a long happy life with her but as always fate was cruel.

The last thing he registered before darkness overtook him was Alice ripping out the dagger and Hazel screaming.

Hazel saw Frank fall, she saw the bloodred dagger in Alice's hand and yet she still did not want to believe it.

Alice had been her friend, almost like a little sister. She had come to Hazel with her doubts and Hazel had always cheered her up.

This girl could not have killed Frank, she could never hurt a fly.

There were shocked gasps around her as her friends had noticed what had happened.

“Nooo!“, Reyna yelled in fury and stormed towards Alice her weapon raised and Jason close behind her his blue eyes as hard as hers. Dozens of others followed their example and a terrible suspicion hit Hazel. What if this girl hadn‘t been who she claimed she was. What if this all had been a trick and the others had figured it out?

She looked at Frank‘s motionless body on the ground and the pain in her heart quickly turned to anger.

Whoever this girl was she was going to pay.

Hazel yelled out her despair and started running, ready to impale her boyfriends killer with her sword. Alice simply smiled at her attackers and with a wave of her hand they were all thrown back, crashing down on the hard ground.

The demigods who hadn‘t attacked stepped back in horror as they started to realize that the monster maybe was more than they could handle.

Hazel‘s whole body ached from the impact and when she tried to face her enemy again, a blinding white light forced her to close her eyes.

When she opened them again her mouth opened in horror. A woman had replaced Alice, a woman that Hazel knew and that she had hoped to never see again.

She had golden hair that was braided in an ancient Greek style, her black robes mirrored her dark eyes that were full of hate.

No, she could not be here, was trapped in her maze, she could not be here.

“Pasiphae?“, Hazel asked her voice trembling in fear as she, rose to her feet. Jason who got up next to her gave her a shocked glance.

“ Of course my dear you. Did you think I would stay in that hole you threw me in?“, The sorceress mocked amused.

Hazel felt tears forming in her eyes.

Yes, she had thought that had trapped Pasiphae forever, that she had kept her from harming anyone. She had wanted a peaceful life so much that she had not focussed on potential threats.

Now Frank had paid the price for her weakness, for her naivety.“You should have stayed there. I will send you back to the fields of punishment for what you did! Frank was a good, kind person and you murdered him like a coward!“, Reyna spat but Hazel stood close enough to see the girls shimmering eyes.

She had loved Frank too, not like a partner but like a brother.

Her words were meant for Pasiphae but Hazel felt them burning into her heart.

Frank had been a good person, that was why she had fallen in love with him and now he was gone. He would never kiss her again, would never smile at her again.

Her gaze wandered to him. His face was turned away from her and she felt the urge to turn him just to see his soft brown eyes.

Pasiphae gave Reyna a pitiful look.“ Don‘t be foolish. I‘m the most powerful with who walked this earth and you are just a pathetic child of a minor goddess.“, She tuned to Hazel the sadism in her eyes making Hazel‘s gut fill with dread,

“But murdering your sweet boyfriend was not that satisfying to me my dear. I have many cruel spells mind if I try them on your friend?“, She asked and her hand went up in flames.

Some of the Campers screamed, the younger ones clinging onto the older ones.

Hazel felt guilt as she saw them. Pasiphae was only here because of her, if any of them got hurt it was her fault.

“You will not hurt any of them !“, Hazel demanded as loud as she could. Pasiphae did not seem intimidated by her.“Well then have a good night daughter of Pluto. I will enjoy watching you suffer.“, Pasiphae mused and then disappeared in a blast of hot white flames.

The Campers were in too much shock to move but Hazel took her chance. She ran to Franks side and kneeled next to him. Her hands were shaking as she gently touched him. He was still warm, maybe just maybe there was still a chance.

“ Frank?“, She asked softly a part of her told her that it was pointless, that he was dead but the denial was a strong emotion.

She gripped his shoulders and turned him around so she could see his face. She was hoping for closed eyes, for a sign of his shallow breath.

Instead, she was greeted with two cold eyes whose light had died already.

Hazel flinched as if someone had hit her and that was how she felt.

“No…..No please…no.“ She muttered over and over again her throat filling with sobs.

She couldn‘t lose him. She had only known him for six months, they deserved more time.

„Come back to me Frank please come back.“, She pleaded and tears fell onto his face as she leaned over him. He did not react, of course, he only stared at her and the eyes that she had loved so much already haunted her.

“You can‘t die like this! After everything we went through…please you can‘t…….“ Hazel begged her sobs finally breaking out of her. She collapsed over Frank‘s body, corpse and buried her face into his chest like that would close the bloodied stab wound.

She suddenly felt arms wrapping around her and even though they were gentle she felt panic rising in her.

“NO, LET ME GO!“ She yelled as she was gently pulled away.

She pressed her lips on Frank‘s, a last desperate attempt to feel his warmth again but again there was nothing only darkness and she felt the dark rising inside her as well.

“It‘s okay Hazel I‘m here … it‘s okay.“, Jason told her softly while he slowly leaned her onto his chest for comfort. Reyna and Dakota joined him sitting down to tell Hazel soft words that they knew were not working.

Hazel did not resist anymore, she was too weak. She let herself sink against Jason closing her eyes to block out the cruel reality that she now lived in. Her heart was broken and in between all her grief, the sweetness that so many people loved was washed away by a deep hatred.

No one noticed that change until Hazel opened her eyes opened again hours later.

They looked empty, dead just like Frank‘s like he had taken Hazel‘s light to the underworld.

Dakota searched them for the sarcastic girl had joked with only hours ago but the longer he searched the more he realized that she was dead.

Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang both had lost their lives that night and when Hazel finally spoke again her tone was hard and her words were a desire for revenge.

"I will find Pasiphae and I will kill her.“

@chaos-company @qperseusjackson-jasongrace @emilydaughterofapollo @fictionalnormalcy

#angstpril2021 #the light died in their eyes #Percy Jackson #heroes of olympus #dark hazel #ao3 #fanfiction #major character death #day25

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When Past and Present meet Chapter 4

Chapter under the cut for spicy reasons

Divine.

That's the only word she could think of to describe the feeling of being with Jack again.

„Come on", he murmured into her shoulder. „You've had a long day, and this bed is big enough for two."

She chuckled. „You'll have to let go of me first, so I can get out of my uniform."

With a small grumble, he let go. „Fine, but don't be too long."

She shed the dress so quickly, she almost ripped it in the process. Then she crawled under the covers next to him, back into his eagerly waiting arms. Jack let out a pleased hum. „That's much better. Your skin is as soft as I remember, my dear." As if to emphasize his words, he let his fingers glide across her body, from her shoulders over her breasts, waist and finally to the hem of her smallclothes.

„What about you?", she asked softly. „You're way too dressed for my taste." Then she ripped open his nightshirt, sending its tacky golden buttons flying through the room. She had never paid much attention to how Reaver was built, even when sleeping with him. But now that his body housed Jack, she found that he looked absolutely delightful. He was muscular, but still very slim. The graceful physique of someone who valued precision over brute strength. His skin was deathly pale and without any marks; no scars, no bumps, nothing. And now, he was truly perfect. She wrapped her arms around his torso, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, his heartbeat right next to her ear.

„Sleep, my love", Jack whispered to her, running his fingers through her hair. „You are exhausted."

„...don't want to…", she mumbled. How could she explain to him that she didn‘t want to miss a single second of his presence, no matter how much sleep tugged at her? That she wanted to hold and kiss and feel him right now?

His dark chuckle sent a rush of heat straight to her nethers. „Oh? Do I have to tire you out first?" He rolled around so she was on top of him. „Is your desire for me so strong? Or did nobody manage to properly satisfy you during my absence?" His fingers found her most sensitive spot through her undergarments. „Tell me, my sweet. How many nights did you spend fantasizing, touching yourself to the thought of me? Your beautiful, slender fingers drenched in your juices, while you imagined that it was me inside of you?"

„Jack.. oh gods", she gasped, grinding against his hand. It was incredible, how he could bring her so close with just his words and a single finger.

„Tell me", he demanded again. „All of the dirty things that went through your pretty little head while you played with yourself. I want to know every little detail."

She scoured her memories for any of her fantasies, but Jack teasing her clit was making thinking quite difficult. „I-I imagined myself tied down, yours to do with as you pleased… t-teasing me until I was b-begging you to take me. A-and I l-loved the idea of being helpless… at your mercy… and imagining all of the things you would do to me…" His breathing quickened and so did the

movement of his hand between her legs. „I-it made me so wet. T-the idea of being your little toy.“

„Tied up and helpless, hm? So lewd…"

„Jack please", she whimpered. „I need you so bad."

„Do you now?" Another stroke against her clit made her yelp. „Ah yes, I can tell. That needy little body of yours is begging to be filled."

He ripped her underwear like paper, and just the sudden brush of air against her sex almost drove her over the edge.

There was no time to lose. She needed him, right now! She tore at the lacings of his pants until finally, his cock jumped out at her, hard and ready. As soon as she positioned his tip against her entrance, he grabbed her hips and slammed her down, hitting that sweet spot deep within her.

Her lustful scream seemed almost inhuman.

„I love this“, he said hoarsely and began to guide her waist. „Your screams are music to my ears.“

She followed his movement, riding him, but the previous stimulation didn‘t leave her with much energy. „Jack, I‘m close...“

„Then come!“

Her movement became more erratic, the tension building in her abdomen, her vision growing hazy. The orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave, she tensed up and then sank down on him. Now he turned her around so he was on top, and continued; shallow, sloppy thrusts igniting her anew.

„Jack“, she groaned, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his mask. „Deeper!“

„So greedy...“ He lifted her hips and buried himself in her all the way down to the hilt. „But oh you feel so amazing!“

He picked up more speed, and with a few last, deep thrusts, he spilled himself inside of her. There was a smirk in his voice when he said:„You have no idea how much I have missed this, my sweet.“

Sleep was already gripping her, so all she could muster was a quiet „Imissedyoutoo“ before dozing off.

In the morning, she at first almost believed that she had dreamed it all. She was alone in the bed, and after a moment of regaining her orientation, she found Jack standing in front of Reaver‘s huge wardrobe, butt naked, going through his many, many clothes, but rejecting each outfit with a dismissive snarl.

„Is this really what people are wearing nowadays?“, he asked, holding up one of Reaver‘s most expensive coats as if it was something extremely repulsive.

„Since when are you so picky about clothes?“, she asked.

Jack was just about to answer, when he was, once again, interrupted by a knock on the door.

„Master Reaver? I can‘t find Daphne anywhere, I fear she-“ Barry stopped when he saw the scene in front of him. He squinted. „Master Reaver?“

Jack scoffed quietly and turned his attention to his wardrobe again. „Your Master Reaver is dead.“

Barry‘s mismatched eyes wandered over to her. „Daphne? Explain?“

„It‘s kind of a long story“, she began. „How about I get dressed and we go into the kitchen. Get ourselves some breakfast. And then I can explain everything to you.“

„Is it really necessary for you to be fraternizing with a mortal like this, my dear?“, Jack asked, slightly annoyed.

„Hey, be nice to him, yeah? Barry is the closest thing to a friend I‘ve had in centuries, and probably the only thing that kept me sane during the past five years.“

Jack huffed. „If you say so. Then go explain everything to him while I try to find something actually decent in this idiot‘s wardrobe.“

„What the hell just happened“, Barry asked as soon as they were out of earshot. „Who is this? Why does he look like Master Reaver? What HAPPENED to Master Reaver? And most importantly: What does that mean for us?“

„Us...“ she hummed quietly. „You can stay as a servant, if you want. Jack will treat you a lot better than Reaver ever did, I‘ll make sure of that. Or you can leave, and find work elsewhere.“

„That doesn‘t answer my other questions, Daphne.“

She took a deep breath. „Do you know the story of Jack of Blades?“

Barry only gave her a blank look. „Jack of Blades? The guy from that old legend, who tried to destroy Albion but was killed by the King‘s ancestor?“

„Not killed, just… incapacitated“, she corrected him. „Yeah. That one.“

„What about him?“

„You just met him.“

Barry quickly looked towards the bedroom, then back at her. „You‘re kidding.“

„Do I look like I am? The mask I bought held Jack‘s soul. I knew that from the beginning. He is the loved one I talked about in the tavern.“

„That‘s insane. That would mean that you‘re even older than Master Reaver!“

„I am, by a good century“, she replied. „I don‘t know how he did it, but Jack made me immortal back then, when I officially became his lover. So I could be with him forever.“

Barry obviously needed a moment to process that information. „And Master Reaver? What happened to him?“

„Dead, I assume. His body is Jack‘s now.“ She raised an eyebrow. „Does that bother you?“

He stared straight ahead. „I don‘t know. I never thought about what it would be like to live without Master Reaver.“ Then he looked at her again. „And you? Are you going to continue being a maid here?“

„I don‘t think so“, she said. „No idea what the future will hold. If Jack will even stay here. He never cared much about money or luxuries. And if he leaves, I will leave with him.“

„You‘d follow him anywhere, would you?“ Was she hallucinating, or was there a hint of bitterness in his voice?

Still, she answered truthfully. „Anywhere, to the end of the world, to hell and back, even beyond this plane of existence.“

He took a deep breath. „Well, if you two decide to stay, then I go on doing what I‘m always doing; serving the man of the house. And for the first time ever, the lady of the house as well.“

She patted him on the back with a fond smile. „Thank you for understanding me, Barry.“

With a somewhat agreeable mumble, he changed the subject:„So, we… I should probably get breakfast ready for Master R… Master Jack.“

„Oh, Jack doesn‘t eat.“

Barry shot her a surprised look. „Okay. Pity about all of the food in the pantry, though.“

„I mean… Jack not eating just means that you and the other servants can help yourselves to your heart‘s content. I know I will.“

„You can do that because you‘re the lady of the house now.“

„Yes, and as the lady of the house, I give you and the rest of the staff permission to help yourselves to whatever you want.“

They went on bickering all the way down to the kitchen.

#When Past and Present meet fic #fanfiction #selfship fic #spicy #lemon #Between a Mask and a Hard Place

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jmeddows2 · 4 years

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Purple Thunder finale (Roger Taylor Series)

(present/old) Roger Taylor series

Notes: ATTENTION: it is here! after almost half a year, the finale of purple thunder is here! If you’re still sticking around, thank you, I love you! I hope this one isn’t too cringey for you all, it sure as hell is for me! I hope it lives up to your expectations (at least a little). As always let me know how you like it, shoot me a dm, ask, anything. I love hearing from you.

PS. this contains song lyircs of: The Pretty Reckless - Kill me; Greta van Fleet - Safari Song & Taylor Swift - Call it what you want to.

english is not my first language, sorry for mistakes. Also, I didn’t proof read much - bare with me please.

Words: 4,3+k

Warnings: cursing? none else, it’s fluffy and cringey, whatever ;’)

*flashback to two years ago*

"Not very subtle is it?“

"What are you saying?“ you looked up to see Rufus looking over shoulder to read along the scribbled lines written on your notepad.

"drugs, bars, backseats of cars, blowing boys?“ he read chuckling his way to take a seat on the couch beside you.

"It‘s Rock 'N Roll what do you expect“ you laughed pulling your feet up to rest them on his thighs.

"Now who‘s the child of a fucking rock legend out of the two of us?“

"You know, if I didn‘t know any better, I‘d say it was you“ Rufus pinched your leg before bringing them to the ground. "Enough talking let‘s get mortal or I‘m going to die“ you jumped up and it wasn‘t two hours later that you were in the bathroom of a club fooling around with a random dude. Living the life of a rockstar to its fullest potential, for once not thinking about what the media would have to say the next morning. You didn‘t give a fuck. With one swift motion you pulled out a little plastic bag of coke and sloppily made a line along the countertop. Hands trembling in anticipation and the guys lips were nibbling on your neck.

"You got any money on you?” he brought his hot wet lips from your neck and handed you a crumbled up 5 pound note that he kept in the front pocket of his jeans. You used the money to press one nostril down and snorted hard.

"Fuck you‘re so hot“ the guy said while having his eyes on you by looking in the mirror.

"want some?“ you offered, but he declined. Another sloppy line and a make out session later, you stumbled out. It was a hard life. It sucked. But you would never let anyone know. Chasing a high but falling down even lower and hitting the ground. City. Concert. Drinks. Drugs. Sex. Meltdown. Repeat.

The rare nights you spent alone in your hotel room were the worst. You felt small, like you didn‘t belong, being not able to tell fantasy from reality, seeing how far you could go. Zoning out, even if it was just for half an hour was a relief, not being yourself. Not having to be yourself. You stomped back into the room. Your drummer, Sid to your left having some blonde chick pressed up to a wall and he fist bumped you. A sort of "congratulating“ each other on the many times you both got lucky. Hot bodies all over the place and it felt like if one more person entered the club, it would have exploded. You felt your high slowly fade, trying to match names to the people you encountered all while searching for someone you personally knew. Long blond hair at the bar. Rufus. "Heyyy“ you slurred at him as he turned around. A pint of beer in his hand.

"Y/N! You don‘t look too good honey“

"What a gentleman you are“ your eyes were still blown and glassy. He looked quite concerned.

"I‘ll take you to the hotel love“ he touched your arm in a caring gesture.

"Don‘t take it the wrong way Ruf, like no offence, but I don‘t want to have sex with you“

"Not like that“ he laughed. "You look like you‘ve had enough for tonight. You‘ll thank me tomorrow.“ You felt stupid. Embarrassed. Being escorted out of the place like a child being dragged out of the candy store. Rufus put his arm around you to stabilize you, walking back to the hotel. As you began to sober more up, the embarrassment reached such height that you felt like dying right then and there. No one was supposed to see you like this. See you break, but the steps in the bright lobby of the hotel were the hardest. You could feel the walls you built up around you slowly but surely break. And once those walls are torn down. It‘s all over. "In you go lovely“ Rufus held the blanket up for you to slide in. "Thank you.“ "You‘re very welcome Ms. L/N“ he smiled. Rufus walked over to the little fridge to get a bottle of water. "Here you‘ll thank me tomorrow“ he handed it over to you. "Need anything else?“ he asked while tying his hair up. "I‘m good, I think“ you weakly smiled. Rufus startled you by jumping into the bed next to you. "You‘re not alright and being the good friend I am, I‘m here to listen and help.“ Silence followed and it felt like eternity. "I‘m fucked up“ your small voice filled the room. "You‘re just enjoying yourself“ he assured you. "Am I really? Who am I kidding? I made a complete fool out of myself once again." he could sense that he assumed wrong in the tone of your voice. "How do you mean?" he asked getting under the sheets. "It‘s all fun and games. Then I‘m alone again and everything gets worse.“ "And you feel guilty because you‘re cheating on Josh.?“ "I‘m the worst person, but no. Not entirely.“ Rufus reached out his hand to brush your hair back a bit, signaling that he was listening. "It‘s better now that you‘re here, because if you weren‘t, I would not know what to do with myself. Sometimes I can‘t stand myself. Most times, to be precise. I feel like a wreck. And I keep telling myself to not go back into these dark places. But still I keep going back.“ A silent tear made it‘s way down your cheek. "From now on and always. No matter when you need me, call me, facetime me, no matter the time. I know better said than done, but you‘re my friend. And friends don‘t give up on each other like that. You don‘t ever have to feel like you‘re alone in this. We‘re family.“ he pulled you closer to him, your head almost resting on his chest. With a steady breathing you slowly drifted off to sleep. *end of throwback*

Much time had passed. Time in which you felt the way you typically felt. Alone. Having broken up with Josh quite some time ago. Josh immortalizing you in one of his songs, describing how you left him, when he proposed: " Do you remember what I said, When I got down on my knees, Gotta get your lovin' baby, Lovin's all I need, Don't make me beg now baby, Don't make me bleed, I gave you all a man could give, And you still walked out on me" Roger has gone on tour. His wife in tow to your surprise. Every picture posted of them together made you feel smaller, the way he had his arm around her, made you doubt your situation around him. Tired of picking up a fight, sometimes ignoring his secret calls, you isolated yourself. The album, a declaration of love, that was supposed to be released soon, was now on the verge of being filled with songs that would make you feel the hurt and pain as a listener. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and Roger was coming home. The situation was uncertain. How would you deal with it? Did his flame of undying love find its way to burn with even more passion for his wife again? And what light did he see you in now? The 20-year-old something that’s been destroying his happy 10 years of marriage? Deep inside you hoped he wouldn’t, but to be honest, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he stayed with her. Maybe it was all just a rebellious phase. Trying to feel young again. Getting revenge on something stupid SHE did. The doorbell rang. It could be anyone, you thought to yourself. As you opened, a sheer wave of bliss washed over. His blue eyes shone like never before, you swore you saw stars in them. His hair was ruffled, well who’s wouldn’t be after a 20-hour flight. No exchange of words, just shoulders crushing into one another, fulfilling the tightest hug you’d ever felt. Once again, this is what home felt like and it’s been so long that all the doubts you had about him were crushed in a millisecond. "I missed you so much” Roger breathed into your neck. "I missed you more” you cried, your hand on the back of his head, fumbling with his white locks. “I don’t think that’s possible, my love.” he rasped. God you missed hearing the roughness of his voice, all close up and personal. When he pulled back, his nose gently brushed yours and he kissed you tenderly. "How are you feeling” you asked, helping him get his bags in, the majority of them already being shipped to Cornwall, to a house of his you haven’t got to see yet. "I’m toast” he huffed, letting himself fall into the comfy black sofa in the living room. “Is there maybe something I can help you with? A massage? Something else?” you tried to sound as seductive, slowly but surely getting settled on his lap. If he really didn’t get with his wife on tour he must be exploding by now, set aside all the secret wank sessions. As you grinded down on him, there was nothing. No reaction whatsoever. You tried some more until Roger stopped you.

"Sorry love, so sorry.” his fingers glided gently up and down your arm. "Has something happened? Have you changed your mind about us?” “No no, I’m just really exhausted I can’t quite ....you know.. get it up. I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing” "No Rog it’s not, don’t be sorry.” You assured him by kissing both of his cheeks one after the other, making him smile. "Anything else I can do for you instead?” you asked, ready to fulfill all his wishes. "I just want to be as close to as possible” He wanted affection, affection he had to go without for several months, except for the occasional social media schmoozing with his wife. Still sat in his lap, you cuddled tighter into him, cheek on cheek. His breathing was now more steady and peaceful, you could feel him relaxing, his tense muscles from drumming suddenly didn’t feel as tense any more. You two stayed like that for half an eternity, well a decent amount of hours, but it felt like minutes and before you knew it, the sun was setting. "Why don’t you move in with me?” Roger asked out of the blue, with you still on top of him. You looked into his eyes, questioning if it was a good idea. "Don’t worry, I already filed for divorce. The paperwork should be through pretty soon.” he assured you. God. That was it, now you knew he was for real. And hell would break loose if the media found out. For the media it already was bad that another woman was the reason for Roger Taylor’s divorce. But an age difference of 49 years would be the last straw - a real scandal. "I don’t know Rog. I don’t want to give up this place.” your apartment has been your rock over the years, you inspirational little cave with the perfect view. "You don’t have to give this up.” He brought his hand up to your cheek, lifting your head so you were looking into his eyes once more. "I just want you with me all the time. I don’t want to go a day without you anymore” You melted into his touch. Every move he made, every word he said, every look he gave you, made your heart flutter. You’ve never felt this deep for anyone else before. So you nodded. "Is that a yes?” he asked with a dumb smile on his face. "Yes” His lips were on yours again. They felt like the inside of a rose, passionate, soft, and and a high of pure happiness rushed through both of you As the night grew cold, the two of you got comfy and especially cuddly. Finally together again. Roger cuddled into your chest. He needed this after months and months of going without it. It was only a matter of minutes, mixed with playing with strands of his hair and kisses to his forehead, that he fell asleep. His soft snoring let you know that he was very well enjoying every little thing. "The man who used to move under meat?“ you gave Roger a funny look. "Don‘t look at me like that“ Roger laughed having put on his stupid "joke face” but you loved it. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. "t’was a guy at our parties, he would just lay on tables, being naked and covered in food that he was basically invisible. Once someone tried to grab something he wiggled, and they were startled. It was so fun watching“ you laughed at his story and cuddled closer to him. Roger’s Queen partying stories were the best, but thinking of all the girls he must have been with made you feel jealous and for some reason insecur as well. "I can imagine. How many girls have you really been with?“ curiosity took over you. "Not as many as I‘d would let everyone know“ he chuckled. "Yeah yeah... bet it must be thousands“ you tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Well, then I have to disappoint you, my love“ you felt his hot breath on your cheek before he pressed a soft kiss to it. "And it certainly also wouldn’t have nearly been as many if you were there.“ "Roger we both know that‘s not true.“ "See, that‘s a lie“ he dipped down to kiss your lips. "Once we get to Cornwall I have something special to give you“ "What is it Rog?“ you whined still curled up in the warm bed drinking in the warmth that Roger left behind. "You first better get your beautiful bottom out of bed“ he called from the bathroom. "My bottom is here and ready start the day“ Roger finished shagging his hair out to style the way you liked it the most. Messy. He turned around and grabbed your face gently and closed the space between the two of you. "Morning breath“ you mumbled against his lips. "I‘ve had worse“ he mumbled back, a hint of mint made itself into your mouth. "Why do I believe you?“ you laughed, pulling away and letting your hand glide through his hair. "You look so good“ you looked at him in awe. "You know just how to flatter an old man“ "Don‘t. Say. That. Mr.. Taylor.“ you said in between placing kisses all over his face. His eyelashes fluttered while laughing. He was a sight to see. "You seriously better get ready now“ he gently slapped your bum and left you to yourself to take a shower. You put on some light makeup, comfy clothes and you both were off for a 5 1/2 hour drive in Roger’s black Range Rover. Thank god for Bluetooth speakers, much to Roger’s annoyance you blasted the Hot Space album, as well as any other Queen song he hated. "How do you even know these songs? You know every single word, might have to question your taste in music” Roger laughed. When he finally gave up, he joined you in singing along, harmonizing and trying to hit all the high notes just likehe did 40 years ago. To your surprise he still managed most of them. His hand almost never left your thigh, except for when it was time to shift gears. Yours usually rested on top of his. Nothing could ever compare to this. When you arrived at his enormous mansion you were once again speechless. He showed you around to get settled once again and it made your mouth run dry, especially seeing all the golden discs and awards he stored all around the house and on the walls. Most of them were settled in the living room. "Can’t wait for you to contribute to the collection” Roger hugged you from behind while you admired them all. "Me?” You laughed. "Yeah of course you. I’ve never won a Grammy in my golden years. Only the honorable one 100 years later” his laugh vibrates on your neck. "Here” he handed you a black box. “Told you I’ve got something for you, something really special” You opened the box and it was one of the cymbal necklaces he was recently selling. Filled with joy, you jumped up on him and he gladly caught you in his arms, giving him a long kiss. "Thank you, thank you so much!! I love it Roger” "But wait wait, my love” Roger put you down again. "This one was made out of the first cymbals I ever played with. And I wanted you to have it and kind of be a part of it,have a part of it, if that makes sense?” You had tears in your eyes, knowing that this part of his drums made such an impact on his life and him now giving it to you, even if was small, owning a piece of his early days. It made you feel special.. On the back, the words "right till the end, Love, Roger” were engraved. It was the best present ever, besides of course, having the love of your life all to yourself. "I also have something for you” you said, not having this situation exactly planned through, because of your anxiety he wouldn’t like it. "I had a lot of time to spend while you were gone“ "Doing only good stuff I hope“ he chuckled looking at you, his eyes shining from under his long lashes. "Come with me“ you took his hand into yours and guided him to the crackling fireplace. Roger sat down in his red leather chair, one that never left its place since moving in in the late 70s. You sat opposite him on the red, equally old fashioned carpet in front of the fire place, clutching your pitch black guitar tightly. "It’s not as awesome as your present, but here we go” A nervous feeling rushed through your body. Your slightly trembling fingers started picking the first chords. Seeing the way his eyes blinked at you, you knew he was listening closely. The song was called 'Call it what you want to’ and every single word was true. Nobody has heard from you for months, nor your fans, nor the media, at least not since the Grammys. And Roger on the other hand, he loved you like you were brand new. He knew about your rocky, hard, and scandalous past, your battles with all things that are toxic and your battles with yourself. Still, he didn’t back down, he stayed by your side, no matter what. He built a fire just to keep you warm while everyone outside was throwing ice at you, trying to get to you. He could be trusted, a feeling not only his embrace let you know, but the way he treated you. His bad jokes always made you laugh, in fact the worse they were, the more you loved him. The “joke face” he gave you, when he expected you to laugh was just adorable and made you fall in love all over again. When the song was finished, Roger had tears in his eyes. “Wow” he breathed. "I don’t think.. I don’t think anyone’s ever written a song about me, at least not one like this. It’s so beautiful. I couldn’t ask for a better present from the most beautiful girl in the world” your guitar was quickly on its stand again and you in Roger’s lap. "Thank you thank you thank you” he breathed kissing you all over. "It was a pleasure Mr. Taylor” you smiled. The hardest part was get to come. Releasing the songs which all evolved around yours and Roger’s relationship. Clearing all the rumors. Revealing your relationship. Meeting his children. But it all would come with time and didn’t matter at the moment.

What he wanted though, was you meeting his children, as fast as possible. He was not one to keep something so special hidden from them, for as he long as he already did. So, one beautiful Saturday evening they all came to visit, you had even cooked a treat they all loved, but it was just how you expected it to be, at least part of it. Rufus came first, in tow with him Tigerlily and Lola. Roger and you were standing at the door, ready to greet them, but it seemed as if Lola still didn’t warm up to the idea of her dad dating someone so much younger, almost her age. Tigerlily hugged you right away, she was probably the most open minded one of them all. “It’s so good to finally meet you, I’m a big fan of yours!” Tigerlily giggled, handing over some wine and flowers as presents. “We’re going to kill this one later” she winked, holding up the bottle. “For sure” you smiled at her. Felix and Rory joined the party a bit later. It was kind of weird that they were a bit older, but you managed and as it seemed as if they didn’t have any problem with it either.

Tigerlily and you kept quoting vines and laughing at memes after dinner, to which Roger only shook his head, all while laughing about how good you were getting along. Your hand was casualy on the table when Roger cupped it with his, finally intertwining your fingers. “Really?” Lola said out of nowhere, looking down at your joined hands. She got up and walked out of the room. “Lola” Roger called after her. Him, Felix, and Rory went after her. Your worst fear became reality. They didn’t accept you. You couldn’t blame her though, thinking you would react the same way if your dad showed up with someone much younger.

“Don’t worry” Tigerlily assured you. “It’s just a lot for her to handle right now.” She hugged you tightly, rubbing your back. “Yeah , she needs time to warm up. Hasn’t even warmed up to Sarina entirely, it’s going to be alright.” Rufus said, taking a sip from his beer. He was right and you would be willing to give her as much time as she needed.

Nearly half an hour passed when they all came back into the dining room. “Y/N?” Lola stood in the door. “Can we talk?” she pointed towards the other room. You followed her. “Look, I’m sorry, that this is might be weird for you. I totally understand, but I really love your dad I-“ “I know” she interrupted. “And he really loves you. It just.. it just freaks me out a bit. And knowing my dad I know no one will ever be good enough for him, he’s the best dad ever” she explained. “ I believe you, he speaks highly of you all the time” “Well, he also does speak highly of you all the time, maybe I’m just a bit jealous that he won’t spend as much time with us anymore as he’s got you now.” Lola sounded sad and a bit disappointed. “ I won’t allow that” you assured her. “You know... I’d never keep him from seeing you all. As much as I love him, I want him to be happy and seeing as today went, it was pretty fun and a joy having you all around. Talking, eating, drinking.” “You’re right” Lola said.

“I’m so sorry for making a scene.” “Don’t be sorry, it’s alright! But next time something bothers you, let’s just talk it out! I’ll always have an open ear for you!” “Awwe lovie, thank you. You know, you’re pretty cool actually. Having a female rockstar in the family makes for a great change” She admitted. “ You’re pretty awesome too! Love your photography” you smiled at her. “May I give you a hug?” Lola asked you to which you nodded. Right in this moment Roger went to look after the two of you and when he saw you hugging your problems out, his heart swell. He backed away quickly though, just fast enough for none of you to notice he was there. “Let’s get back to the others now, or they’ll think we killed each other” you joked and you both went back to join the rest, to enjoy some desert. It was 2 am when Roger’s children left after everyone helped cleaning up. They really were all about teamwork and you adored them.

“I had a great evening” you said to Roger while changing into something more comfortable. “I’m glad you had a good time, because I was really enjoying myself.. Except for the little.. Lola thing” he said, giving your shoulder a kiss. “oh, that’s alright, we get along now. What did you say to her anyway, when you went after her?” You asked him. “Oh just that you really put much work into this get together, you know.. with the cooking and all. And that I love you and you’re very important to me and that this is just how the future is going to be.” his reasonings were making you smile. “Your kids are awesome. You did a great job raising them.” “I know I did” he chuckled. “Can’t wait to meet them again” you said more quietly, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “Hold your horses little lady, you’ll see them soon enough. I love having them around y’know? We usually have a family meeting once a week, talking about what everyone is up to” “Sounds awesome” you loved the idea of them spending more time with the two of you, dining, drinking, having a laugh, going on family vacations. Family. The moment Roger saw you interact with his kids, having inside jokes with them, you and Tigerlily even arranging a date to go out shopping, he knew he made the right decision. Giving his whole heart to you and you loving him right back. He knew it already, someday, when the time was right, when the media would quiet down a little more, he’d make you “officially” part of his family. And when that time came, you knew what your answer to his question would be. YES.

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Professor Sugar - 2/7

Pairing: Student!Reader x Professor!Bucky Description: Like tons of other students you struggle with finances, but you can’t get any aid since your parents are filthy rich. The system doesn’t care that they broke off contact after you came out as bisexual. There is, however, someone else that cares. The prof of your class on PTSD and trauma. Professor Barnes. Written for: @fanfictionaries & @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan‘s challenges. Warnings: Financial Instability, not beta read.

Professor Sugar Masterlist // Masterlist

Books & Coffee

You sat in the student café next to the building Mr. Barnes held his classes in. An hour is what he said. An hour on your phone and staring up at coffee prices that were worth multiple instant noodle packs. Last semester you could sometimes indulge in a cup of coffee if something was left at the end of a month. Now that you were one job down that wasn‘t a possibility anymore unless you had an absolute reason to celebrate or were seriously down.

„I see you‘re doing your homework.“ You heard and looked up at your favorite professor. „Yeah. It feels weird not doing anything.“ You commented and let your fingernails clack on your phone case. „You could read a book.“ He suggested and sat down on one of the chairs. „I don‘t really have the concentration for that and audiobooks are too expensive.“ You shrugged and started playing with the hem of your shirt. „The library has a lot of their books as audiobooks. In case you didn‘t know.“ He continued suggesting. „Yeah, but it‘s mostly the boring stuff. I want some true crime or deeply researched investigative journalism.“ You smiled a little awkward, thinking about your oddly specific book interests. „Oh, that‘s your type of thing, huh?“ He grinned and took note of how your interests connected perfectly to the field you studied. „I have this really cool book on my list about the Pentagon and how it works. $35 for the audiobook. Nobody can tell me the government doesn‘t want the less stable to stay unstable.“ You got a little political. „$35 you say?“ You heard and looked up from the café menu you had been spinning around. Confusion clearly written across your face, „Yeah.“ „How about you write a B+ or better on the first test and I get you your book?“ He smiled over at you and made you blink in disbelief. „I can‘t take th-“ „Yes, you can. I‘d buy any student a book if they wanted one.“ He held out his hand to you. „Fine.“ You shook his hand, „But it‘s on you if this isn‘t allowed, Mr. Barnes.“ „Promise.“ And with that sweet smile he was all the way over by the counter, ordering a black coffee. *Cute Prof just told me he‘d buy me a book on my reading list if I land a B+ or better!* You texted Samantha a little nervous about the whole thing. *Academic sugar daddy!!!!* Was the only message coming back. *Of course, your mind goes there.* You sent back while rolling your eyes.

And like that you went and studied harder than ever for that course. Having a professor that actually felt like he believed in you made quite a difference. After every lesson you went and showed him your neatly organized study notes from the previous lesson and every time you got a thumbs up or a good suggestions from him. You looked at study accounts and tried to emulate their notes so you had more fun studying and you regularly watched „study with me“ videos to keep yourself going on the bad days. The other courses were still hard, but you knew you wouldn‘t have to be as concerned about them compared to Barnes‘ class.

After a few weeks the first test came around and you felt prepared and motivated...until you got the results back. „B-“ He handed the paper to you with an almost apologizing smile. „Fuck.“ What did that mean for the rest of the year if you already were so under average in the first test? „Hey, it‘s alright. I saw how much you worked your butt off. You‘re trying.“ He said encouragingly. „Apparently not hard enough.“ You mumbled and walked out of the classroom under worried eyes. How was it so hard for you to learn about trauma and then put it onto paper in a test? You really liked the topic too, so why didn‘t it feel easy to you?

You went into the coffee shop, mind kinda clouded and ready to just plop into bed. But instead, you decided to order a drink. „A caramel macchiato, please.“ You got out a little more depressed than intended. „Make that two.“ A familiar voice said behind you. You turned around to see your professor again, „It‘s on me.“ „Miste-„ „I said what I said, put your money away.“ He grinned and you rolled your eyes while putting your wallet away. Was he like this to everyone? Damn it, this is why you should be more social with people in courses you‘re in!

A few moments later you were sitting on your usual table with him across from you. „Found your Goodreads account. And a few others‘ in the class. Why do my students keep using their full name as nicknames? Whatever. I saw the book you mentioned last time. Pulitzer, huh?“ He smiled impressed. „Yeah, and she reads her audiobooks herself. Super calming voice.“ You drifted off a bit until you saw him take something out of his wallet. A card that he slid over to you. „An Amazon gift card...Mister B-“ „-I said in the first lesson, you all can call me Bucky.“ He grinned. „That‘s too much. A coffee? Fine. But this?“ You raised a brow and pointed at the card. „I‘ve seen your hard work and you‘ll finish on time if you keep working like that.“ He gave you a proud smile. „I can‘t take that Bucky.“ You said again and it felt strangely good saying that name and it also felt good to hear out of your mouth. „Yes, you can. I‘m not taking it back.“ He held up his hands a bit with a dramatic face. „Fine“ You grumbled and put it in your worn off wallet. Your phone lit up, a screen with a few scratches was illuminated. *And? What‘s the grade?* *B-* *Fuck...but that‘s still way better than the C‘s and C-‘s you had last year.* He looked at you a little more. The only really nice thing you had was your iPad Pro with the Stylus. You constantly used it in his classes. The rest? He didn‘t see financial instability, but if he looked closer, like right now, he could see the little things. The old phone, the fact you never really get coffee here, the torn-up wallet, the old backpack you used for your study materials. „Can I ask what happened with your parents?“ He asked a little softer. „Came out as bisexual to them.“ You mumbled, staring at your coffee, shrugging lightly. „That‘s all?“ His eyebrow raised and he was surprised that this was everything to it. You nodded, „Wow.“ „Jup. Just don‘t know if my psyche would‘ve suffered less around those people, compared to living with my friend and barely paying rent.“ You commented on your weekly recurring thoughts. „I‘ll look into more potential study aids, alright? I know you‘re not the only one in the class with that problem. I hate to see that happen more and more.“ He frowned concerned. „You don‘t have to.“ You mumbled again, still holding onto your coffee. „Yes, I do. You keep studying. No reason why you should also have that on your mind all the time if I have more than enough time for it.“ He insisted. „Bucky?“ „Hm?“ His eyes went up and you were met with a glimpse of a puppy face. „Thank you. You do more than a professor needs to do.“ A big smile was interchanged before you brought out your iPad again and flipped open the case to reveal the keyboard. „How‘d you afford that handy thing?“ He pointed at it nonchalantly. „There are aids for digital study material, and tax benefits, so I took the opportunity that I saw.“ You grinned proudly. „I see you frowning every time that pen runs out of battery and you need to switch to typing with the pen attached to it.“ A wide grin was spread across his face. „Glad I‘m entertaining.“ God, why was it so easy to flirt with him? It shouldn‘t be so easy to flirt with him. „Well then, my office hours start soon. Tell me how the book is.“ He said standing up. „Will do.“ And he was out of the door.

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waiting-for-motivation · 4 years

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blood in the snow

summary: While looking for shelter from a snow storm the Mandalorian meets an old friend. Like usually problems follow the bounty hunter. And never forgotten feelings tear the warrior apart until he finally makes the right decision.

pairings: Din Djarin x Reader

warnings: angsty, sad stuff, death, blood, tooth rotting fluff in the end

words: 3268

a/n: I‘m kind of proud of this fic so I would really like to hear your opinion about it! Stay save everybody!

I wrote a fic you can read as the second part: no responsibilities

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Smoke rises from the chimney and gets lost in the snow storm. The fire inside the little hut shines through the windows.

A man with a beskar armor approaches the hut, hoping the owner will permit him shelter. He presses a bundle to his chest. His dark boots disappear in the deep snow with every step he takes.

Arriving at the hut the Mandalorian raises his gloved fist to knock. For some time the only sound reaching his ears is the howling of the wind. Then the door opens and a familiar face stares at him. To his surprise the person is aiming a blaster at his helmet.

„(Y/n)?“, the Mandalorian asks and can‘t believe his own eyes. The girl doesn‘t lower her weapon. Instead, she starts closing her door again because she remembers what Din Djarin said to her the last time they saw each other. She remembers everything.

Luckily, the Mandalorian can push his boot between door and frame. (Y/n) stares at him with an annoyed expression.

„What do you want, D-... Mandalorian?“, she asks and it almost sounds like she wanted to use his real name. At the last moment she remembers the promise she made years ago. Never again will his real name leave her mouth. Because it‘s cursed in her eyes.

The armed man shows (Y/n) the bundle. A green baby with huge ears is blinking tiredly at the girl. He must be freezing.

With a sigh (Y/n) opens the door far enough for the Mandalorian and his cute child to slip into the hut. Warmth surrounds the half frozen bodies immediately.

Their host walks through the small living room and in a back room where she usually sleeps. (Y/n) returns with a few blankets and a pillow.

„You can sleep on the couch. Well, if you sleep.“ Without looking at Din, she puts the blankets on the couch. „The kid can sleep on the arm chair. I hope it‘s soft enough“, (Y/n) adds a little less harsh.

The girl turns to her makeshift kitchen and collects some food as well as tea. Turning back to her two guests she realizes that they are still standing by the door. Her (e/c) eyes stare at the Mandalorians helmet with some kind of hatred. Where now lays hate in her heart was once love.

„It‘s for the child. Not for you“, she says and refers to the food and tea. (Y/n) wants to go back to her small back room but a hand grabs her wrist. The Mandalorian has put the baby down and is now staring at the female. Well, only he knows where he is looking at because the helmet hides his whole face. And every feeling he ever showed.

„I didn‘t know you lived here. I promise. The reason why I‘m here is the child. I‘m looking for his home“, Din explains. (Y/n) smiles false and with contempt in her eyes.

„Don’t touch me. You already told me everything.“ And this doesn‘t only include his explanation moments ago. (Y/n) tears her wrist from his grip and goes to her bedroom. The door closes with a loud thud.

Din sighs and looks at his child. His ears are hanging low, almost as if he can feel his fathers pain.

The Mandalorian lays the child on the soft arm chair and covers him with the thickest blanket, handing him the cup of tea. After he finished the warm drink, the child falls asleep quickly. Then Din lays down on the couch, not taking of his helmet and stares at the ceiling. He can‘t sleep, not because he is uncomfortable, no the reason is (Y/n).

In the other room the girl suffers from the same problem.

A broken heart.

The razor crest is flying through space. But neither do stars nor moons matter to the two humans inside the space ship.

A girl is laying on the small bed, unconscious. Lots of injuries cover her body. The man kneeling next to her can‘t think straight. It was his fault (Y/n) got hurt. They were on a bounty hunt together and the Mandalorian noticed too late that they were running right into a trap.

Carefully, (Y/n) opens her eyes and groans because of the pain. One of her hands touches the bandage around her middle. Din stands up and takes her hand in his gloved ones.

„Don‘t move. You are badly injured“, he says and watches the girl close her eyes again.

„I feel like a blurrg swallowed me and spit me out“, (Y/n) states and smiles because laughing would cause too much pain.

The Mandalorian kneels on the floor again and sighs deeply. This accident made him realize something. He doesn‘t want to live without (Y/n) anymore. He can‘t.

„It wasn‘t your fault. I wasn‘t paying attention“, (Y/n) whispers, opens her eyes and applies some pressure on Dins hand.

And even though the Mandalorian told her not to do it, (Y/n) sits up. Now she is on helmet level with him. Hesitantly, she leans her forehead against the cold metal of the helmet. Her (e/c) eyes close once again.

For a moment the only sound in the razor crest is the buzzing of machines. The two of them even stop breathing for a few seconds.

„Din.“

„(Y/n).“

They laugh. The girl opens her eyes and stares at the emotionless face of the helmet. Her lips meet the cold metal.

„I won‘t let anyone or anything hurt you“, Din says and makes (Y/n) smile. „I love you.“

After a restless night (Y/n) leaves her bed and puts on some warm clothes. She rubs her eyes, trying to wake herself up but it doesn’t really work. As silent as possible she enters the kitchen and living room. Her eyes wander to her two guests. The child is fast asleep on the couch while Din Djarin is lying on the couch with his helmet. (Y/n) can’t be sure if he is asleep or awake but what would it change? Nothing.

Taking a huge sip from cold water, (Y/n) starts feeling a little more awake but the water can’t cure her pain. She is still thinking about why the Mandalorian appeared at her door step last night. It must be destiny. Well, then fuck destiny.

(Y/n) walks though the whole room, opening the front door only to be meet with a cold wind and a pile of snow falling on her wooden floor. Preferably the girl wants to curse, but she doesn’t want to wake up her guests, so her mouth stays shut.

The whole region is covered in snow. But that’s not what worries (Y/n). The planet she stays on is famous for its snow storms. What worries the girl is her dog. Well, to be precise: the lack of her dog.

“What are you looking for?”, the Mandalorian asks and tears the girl from her thoughts, scaring her for a moment too. (Y/n) looks from the snow covered area to the armed man behind her.

“Definitely not your ugly ass”, (Y/n) growls and takes a step forward, her boots disappearing in the deep snow. Without thinking further about leaving the Mandalorian and his child in her hut, the girl walks further until she hears heavy steps behind her. The Mandalorian catches up with her.

“Where are you going?”, he asks but gets no answer till he reaches a hand out to hold the girl back. Quickly, (Y/n) takes a huge step away from him and stares with an angrily at the man. She realizes he must have run back into the hut to get his child because it’s resting in his arms.

“Dog is gone which means I’m going to get him. Now leave me alone, asshole”, the girl says harshly. She continues to walk, passing the edge of the next forest. Dog loves this forest. He loves to chase the black rabbits. He loves to play in the snow and can’t stop himself from liking every icicle he sees. Dog is the perfect companion for (Y/n).

“Wait, you named your dog Dog?”, the Mandalorian asks confused but still follows the girl. The last thing he wants is to lose her again and never have apologized as well as explained his actions of the past.

The three of them sneak through the forest. The only sound filling the air is the crackling of the snow under their boots. Unfortunately, there are no traces they can follow. They disappeared long ago under the snow just like the green grass.

Suddenly, the color red shines in the snow. At first only in small drops, then bigger puddles. But those turn into a huge area full of red snow. Directly in front of the razor crest.

(Y/n) lets her eyes wander from the huge spot of blood to the source of it. Her beloved wolf is hanging from the wing of the space ship - hung on his tail. His black fur seems to lost its color and his eyes stare back at her. His paws almost touch the snow under him, that‘s how huge he is.

Even though (Y/n) called him Dog doesn‘t mean he is one. To be honest he some kind of mutant wolf but that did never stop him from loving the girl. And it never did reduced (Y/n)s love towards him.

Instead of feeling sad at this moment, pure rage fills (Y/n)s body. Because she knows who is responsible for Dogs death.

“You little shit”, she screams as she throws a knife at the Mandalorians chest, which bounces off his beskar armor. The man raises his one hand, holding with the other his child. Only now (Y/n) realizes she could have hurt the little baby. Some kind of regret rises insider her head.

Before the Mandalorian can say anything to his defense, a dozen blaster point at their heads. Bounty hunters followed the Mandalorian as well as the child. Of course they did.

“We finally found you, Mando”, a blond man says and walks towards (Y/n). His fingers caress her cheek until they meet her neck. The girl clenches her hands into fists and would love to punch this idiot in the face. But that would mean her inevitable death.

“Give us the child, and we might be friendly to your little girlfriend”, the man says and grins at (Y/n), showing his ugly yellow teeth.

In contrary to her expectations, the Mandalorian hands the child to a bounty hunter. But the next moment he points his blasters at someone, shoots and starts a fight.

Quickly, (Y/n) runs to the one who is holding the baby and kills him with a blaster she found in the red snow. She presses the child to her chest and hopes for the Mandalorian to win this fight. Unfortunately, more bounty hunters jump from the trees and only seconds after their feet touch the ground, Din is laying in the bloody snow with a blaster to his helmet.

“That was your last fight, Mando”, the leader of the group says and wants to pull the trigger but (Y/n)s pleads stop him.

“Please. Don’t kill him. I will go with you. I have the child. Just leave him here. He will die in the next snow storm, I promise”, (Y/n) says with shiny eyes. The group of men looks at her. After some time the leader nods and takes his blaster out of Dins sight.

Slowly, (Y/n) walks to the men. One of them wraps an arm around her and presses her body to his filthy one. For one moment the female closes her eyes, trying to control her fear, anger and sadness.

“Oh, I promise you, Mando. I will do things to her you weren’t even able to think of. She will scream my name tonight”, the leader says, kneeling next to the Mandalorian. A grin decorating his disgusting face.

“But I can’t keep your promise, little one”, he says and looks back at (Y/n). Of course, he wouldn’t leave the most wanted Mandalorian in the whole universe alive. “I will kill you, Mando. What do you think, men? Should I take off his helmet?”

They were lying on the small and slightly uncomfortable cot in the razor crest, pressing their bodies together. Their arms as well as legs were entangled. (Y/n)s head was resting on Dins chest without his armor on.

The room was filled with silence but both of their heads were full of thoughts. While (Y/n) was trying to figure out what to talk about, the Mandalorian has other thoughts. He was looking for the right words to tell his girl he wants to leave the guild. That he wants to take off his helmet just for her. So that they can start a new life on a beautiful planet. So that he can love her properly.

(Y/n) sighed and cuddled the man she loved harder, wrapping her arms so tight around him it was almost difficult for him to breathe.

Till today, he doesn’t know why but at this moment something changed his thoughts completely. It was definitely not the lack of love towards (Y/n). Maybe it was the human touch and warmth he was still not used to. Maybe it was the peace of the moment. But he felt angry and quickly left the cot as well as (Y/n).

How dare someone have such an effect on him that he wants to give up everything?

(Y/n) looked at him with worry as he put on his armor again. He went straight to the cockpit to fly the razor crest to the next planet and leave (Y/n) there.

The moment the door opened (Y/n) was confused because that was definitely not the planet they were heading to.

“You stay here”, the Mandalorian said and pushed the girl out of the space ship. (Y/n) raised her eyebrows in confusion when he gave her a backpack full of food and cloths. Everything she ever owned was inside this backpack.

“What do you mean?” The Mandalorian turned his back to her and wanted to close the door again. Without an explanation. “Din?” He turns his helmet back to (Y/n).

“I don’t love you”, he said and with those words he disappeared out of (Y/n)s life. Without an explanation.

Everything happens so suddenly, (Y/n) has problems following the movement of the animals. The first one ending up dead is the man holding the girl to his chest. Because he doesn’t let got of her, (Y/n) falls in the snow too.

The huge black, brown and white wolves tear the bounty hunters to pieces. When one of them walks to the armed Mandalorian he raises his hand to protect himself with his fire thrower.

“No. He is a friend”, (Y/n) says while standing up and walks him, protecting him with her body. The black wolf stares at her with his huge eyes, then howls and the pack disappears behind the trees. They were Dogs friends.

(Y/n) takes a deep breath and without minding Dins groaning while he stands up, she walks inside the razor crest to lay the child on the cot. Memories fill her mind when seeing the makeshift bed which lets tears well up in her eyes. Before the Mandalorian can walk in on her crying, the girl wipes them away and walks out of the ship the moment Din wants to enter it. Her plan was to walk away without exchanging another word with him, but he holds her back.

“(Y/n), please. We need to talk”, the man says, tightening his grip on her wrist because he fears she might run away.

“I have nothing to say, Mando”, (Y/n) spits and after staring in his eyes with supposedly anger which is actually fear, she turns to the forest. But the Mandalorian doesn’t let her go. Not without an explanation.

“But I have to tell you so much. Listen and then you can choose between staying here with me or leaving.” (Y/n) turns back to the Mandalorian and nods. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did”, (Y/n) says with a broken voice.

“I know. I know that because it hurt me too to leave you on this planet, knowing I might never see you again. It broke me. It broke my heart to see you standing there in the middle of a forest, all alone. But I thought I had to do this. You don’t know but that day I thought about starting a life with you, (Y/n). I was ready to take off my helmet for you. But then I realized I couldn’t give up my way of life for one person.”

“Then it’s all cleared up. You don’t want me in your life because I endanger your religion. I understand”, (Y/n) says, rips her wrist from Dins grip and walks away from him. Not looking back.

“(Y/n)”, he says her name once, twice, even a third time, but she stops not until she hears steps in the snow. With a sigh the girl turns around and what awaits her there is taking her breath away.

The Mandalorian is standing in front of his beloved ship without his helmet. His face is covered in scars and some fresh scratches. His brown hair sticks to his head because the helmet simply doesn’t give much room for it. His almost innocent looking brown eyes stare at (Y/n) - with love.

“Din, no”, the girl whispers because she can’t think about the right words to say in this situation. Din Djarin just did what she least expected him to do. He gave up everything for her, so that they can be together. “No”, she says again but nevertheless the brown-haired man comes closer.

In her eyes he is perfect, even though his hair is greasy and he could use some shaving. He is gorgeous, so gorgeous.

“You have to put it back on”, (Y/n) says and points with a shaking hand to the helmet which lays in the red snow.

“It’s too late for my creed but it’s not too late for the two of us”, Din says and takes one last step so that he stands directly in front of (Y/n), only a few inches parting them. Tears well up in (Y/n) eyes because she can’t believe Din did this for her.

Unsure the Mandalorian grabs her waist and pulls her closer to his body. Oh, how he missed this feeling of her warmth next to his. His brown eyes meet hers. A small smile appears on his lips and makes his mustache rise.

“I love you so much, (Y/n)”, he says but his eyes are the proof. Din looks at (Y/n) as if she is the only one in this whole universe, as if she is his universe. He lets his hands wander from her waist to her face, grabbing it gently.

“I love you too, Din, but you have to put your hel-”, (Y/n) starts but gets interrupted by the Mandalorians soft lips. Butterflies fill her stomach and let the girl feel something she never felt before. Their lips move delicately.

But the kiss stops as fast as it started because both aren’t used to this. It’s their first kiss. For Din even the first kiss of his life.

Tears stream over (Y/n)s cheeks and wet Dins fingers which are still caressing his lovers beautiful face. With his thumb he wipes the tears away but others follows - tears of happiness.

Din places a kiss on (Y/n)s forehead and takes one of her hands, pulling her to the razor crest and the rest of their lives.

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