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pedropascallme · 1 year

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Poker Face

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader

Summary: “And maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he hadn’t been thinking about how his words had made you feel, how you had blushed in his presence during every interaction since then. Truly, why would he?”

Warnings: None!

AN: This is part two of Stupid For You!! Thank you all for the lovely feedback on part one <3 Part three here!!

Soundtrack: Poker Face by Lady Gaga

You couldn’t look him in the eye.

Actually, you could never look him in the eye; Din kept his helmet on every second of every day, so in a way, it didn’t matter that you were having trouble keeping it casual with him after the events of the week prior.

A week. An entire week of flying and camping out, of taking care of the kid and yourself—and Din, when he’d let you—and trying to forget about how he had caught you wearing his armor. How he had touched his knuckles to your chest just above the curve of your breasts. How he had said it had looked good on you, calling you by yet another nickname you didn’t know the meaning of.

Really, the worst part was that you had gotten so in your head about it when it seemed like Din couldn’t care less. Nothing had changed with him; he continued to putter around the Crest, go out to meet with Greef, pilot the ship, and he did it all as if he had not a care in the world. And maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he hadn’t been thinking about how his words had made you feel, how you had blushed in his presence during every interaction since then.

Truly, why would he? He was Din, and you were just…you. The hired help.

Despite the drawback of constantly thinking about the, what? Three sentences he had said to you within that interaction, you went about your days as best you could, doing your job and trying to pull yourself together whenever he spoke to you—which was still rarer than you’d like it to be, but it was always a delight to hear his voice flow through the modulator. You wondered what it would be like to hear it without the helmet on, what it would be like to see his lips as he formed words…

It had been a long week.

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Grogu babbled something to you, holding up the spherical metal piece that had once been attached to a control stick. When you had joined the pair, Din had told you it was the baby’s favorite toy. You left your daydreams behind—tried to—and reached out for Grogu.

“You giving this to me?” You joked when he placed the object in the palm of your outstretched hand. “Is this a proposal?”

He gurgled.

“I appreciate it, really, I do, but I think I’m a little old for you, kid. Or maybe you’re too old for me, I’m still not so sure how all this works.” You continued your one-sided conversation with the child. “I’m sure someday you’ll find a beautiful frog woman, and you’ll give this to her.” Grogu shrilled, throwing up his arms in the hopes that you would pick him up. Sucker for him that you were, you did. Rolling onto your back from where you sat on the floor of the Crest, you placed him on your chest and let him flop over you.

“You’ll have your pick of all the beautiful frog ladies. You’re going to grow up to be the coolest little frog guy of all.” You played with one of his big ears. “And nobody will mess with you, not with a dad like yours.” Grogu’s big eyes stared into yours, and for a second you wondered if this was the moment he would say a real word, respond to what you were saying. Maybe he’d say something along the lines of “thank you” or “you think so?”

Instead, he let out a long string of gibberish, which was just as good.

“Yep. You’ll find your beautiful frog, and I’ll…” You trailed off as you began to play with his other ear. You could’ve kept speaking, could’ve said “I’ll win over your dad,” but you were so desperately trying to ground yourself in reality.

You laid with the kid like that for a while, giving him back his treasured toy and letting him bounce around on your stomach. It was the best way to babysit; you got brief respite, and he contentedly babbled to you, rolling his metal toy over your stomach.

A clang from the ladder next to your feet broke you out of your relaxation. Turning your head, you could see Din had come down from the cockpit and was standing over you and the baby.

“You’re on the floor.” He spoke.

“Am I?” You tried to retort, but you could already feel the heat blossoming in your cheeks. Din seemed to excel at finding you in compromised positions. Grogu made noises at his father. You sat up with him, pulling him into your arms and standing, trying to meet Din’s gaze. What you assumed was his gaze. Fucking helmet.

“We were just relaxing.” You explained. Why were you explaining?

“Mm.”

“I think your kid proposed to me.”

“You’re a little too old for him. Or the other way around.”

“That’s what I told him.” You placed the child down at your feet and he wandered over to Din, knocking the toy on his beskar clad shins a few times before Din picked him up.

“You’re brave, kid.” Din spoke to Grogu, and for the first time in hours he fell quiet. Sometimes you wondered if the duo understood each other more than you and Grogu did, maybe even more than you and the Mandalorian did. For a while you had considered the fact that Din was just a grown up of the same species as his son, but that was before you realized Din had ten fingers to Grogu’s six little claws.

“We’ll be in hyperspace for a few weeks.” Din refocused his attention to you.

“Ok.” You tried to hide your nervous excitement at the knowledge that Din would be staying on the ship with you and the kid for several weeks. It was why you looked forward long journeys.

Din remained in front of you.

“Are you alright?”

“What?” You were taken aback. Din had never been one for feelings; never sharing them, never asking about them.

“You seem fidgety lately, mesh’la.” He stood still, save for the occasional hand that gently swatted Grogu away from his helmet.

“I’m…I’m fine.” Maker, he was onto you. Maybe you hadn’t been as discreet in your embarrassment and your longing as you thought you had.

“Ok.” He stayed where he was. “If you need anything—”

“Din, I’m fine.” You smiled, putting on your best poker face as you tried to convince him (and yourself) that there was nothing on your mind distracting you.

“Ok. I believe you.” He shifted Grogu to one arm.

“Thank you.” Thank you?

“You know you can always…” Ever the stoic, he had trouble communicating to you what he was trying to spit out. “You can always talk to me. If you need to. Or, just…if you want.”

You looked down at your hands, picking at your nails. What would you tell him? “Oh, sorry I’ve been so out of it, but I think I’m in love with you. I think I have a schoolgirl crush on you”? Absolutely not. You needed to get it together. You wanted to be as unreadable as he was. But if he was suddenly going to be ok with your emotions, you needed to be, too. And that started now. And you were going to play dirty. You were going to dance around the subject the way he did, and you were going to force indifference.

“That’s sweet, Din.” you mustered the courage to respond, walking towards him. “Good to know that I have you and the kid in my corner. Better two therapists than none. Mesh’la.” You smiled at him, patting him on the chest in a manner similar to what he had previously done to you as you spoke your final word, and then slipped by him and into the fresher.

Under his helmet, Din was bright red.

Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face (She's got me like nobody)

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #mandalorian x you #mandalorian x reader

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shin-meddlesome-hero · 6 months

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Some of my notes from watching Zeta Gundam very, very slowly (up until ep. 34)

(Needless to say that it contains spoilers and that I get very annoying about the female characters because that's my thing)

-I'm 6 episodes into Zeta Gundam and I still don't know what to make of Kamille. On the other hand, it took me a look at some screenshots of SD Gundam Kamille to know that I'd die for him.

-I was very surprised to see Kamille openly declaring that he's autistic. Why don't we have more of that?

-20 episodes in, now (watching v. slowly). So... Z isn't exactly that great about women... right? 0079 left me gladly surprised on that front, but my expectations were super low. Maybe I should turn off that part of my brain while watching this.

- I hate to say this about a female character but so far Beltorchika is so annoying. Wake up, sis! You can't fix the dude, you barely know him! He's not opening up to you, and please leave the 15 year old out of your problems with Amuro!

-"I learned karate and how to make Mobile Suits to become a man!". Kamille isn't beating the transmasc allegations /J

-It makes sense that Kamille resents her mother for apparently caring more about her job than her family, but this does speak more of that general anxiety about women in the workplace than of anything else. Might be a common cliché at the time, still don't like it.

-She's allowed to be a terrible mom, but maybe for other more nuanced reasons? Also the fact that Kamille mentions that Fa made things that his mother should've done for him... it's gonna be really awkward if Kamille/Fa is the endgame ship.

-So, if both Kamille's parents were responsible for the development of the MK-II, then when he fights in it, one can say that his parents are still protecting him. On the other hand, we could also consider the MK-II as Kamille's little br- *gets shot*

-Ep 21: The titular Zeta Gundam appears. -Male Feminist guy is creepy. -Bright has the vibes of an exhausted High School teacher. - Fa rescues Kamille in space. This two are soo endgame

-Bright: Emma, you should do something about Kamille and Fa. Emma: Nah. I'm not Kamille's mom, besides, teens like to make drama as a form of recreation.

Emma is so cool. (Also, she and Reccoa should kiss)

-If there's a fanfic out there about Bright Noah being a clueless high school teacher/principal, please let me know. That's like the perfect AU for him.

-Girls can also fuck up in the battlefield and get slapped as a form of military disciplinary tactic! Hashtag equality. (But seriously though, I wasn't expecting Fa to become a pilot. Interesting).

-In the comment section of the dubious site where I'm watching this show, people are saying that Zeta is ahead of its time. And yeah, in many aspects it is. On the other hand it took Gundam 40+ years to have a girl protag. Suletta Mercury should've been invented like 30 or 20 years ago.

-Meanwhile, Scirocco is high-key trying to get Jerid killed and failing. They're both huge losers.

-Also, Kamille is slowly and steadily growing on me.

-Kamille becomes more mature and thoughtful. - The story brings Katz to be the new impulsive boy who fucks everything up. -Katz matures after a couple of episodes. -Now there's a pair of annoying kids whose only purpose is to awake Fa's maternal instinct (???) It never ends!

-On the other hand, I did enjoy those five seconds where Quattro was babysitting those kids. Would've preferred more of that.

-I love that in-universe everyone refers to teenage drama as "recreation". Even Kamille at some point admits that he and Fa are engaging in such recreation. At least their relationship is evolving in a healthier way than Amuro and Fraw's in 0079.

-Between Reccoa possibly having feelings for Scirocco and Mauar protecting Jerid, it's evident that in this universe everyone suffers from having Bad Taste in Men. Y'all could do better, queens!

-Also everyone punches and slaps each other so much. And it's not a love language. It's just another language that everyone just use. (There's even a punch compilation in tumblr, it's hilarious).

-I really hope to eventually get an explanation of what's up with those kids that Char brought from Earth, because so far their only purpose is to fuel Fa's maternal instincts.

-Episode 33! We're finally meeting those funny guys from Axis. This is also full of high quality Char moments.

-*Char has flashbacks of him playing with toddler!Mineva and also gets angry when he realizes how much they have manipulated her* Aww, daddy Char.

* Char unnecesarily beats the crap out of Kamille, five minutes later* Hey! What the hell, Char?!

-Char: "I have never betrayed anyone in my entire life! Ever!

lol, a classic.

-Help! Char is starting to have a similar effect on me as the one that other horrible and pathetic fictional white men have on tumblrinas.

-Seriously though, if UC Gundam were more popular in the western hemisphere, Char Aznable would totally be a Tumblr Sexyman. *shudders*

-Me: I see, so Reccoa actually has a death wish, she recklessly jumps into the battlefield on a desperate attempt to find her own demise, but she doesn't know it.

Z Gundam: Actually Scirocco is brainwashing her with space magic and she's sexually frustrated with Char.

Wha-?

-Reccoa has so many death flags that I'm always surprised whenever she survives. Her fake "death" and its consequences were really well done. I particularly liked Kamille's reaction.

-Maybe the most effective death flag in Zeta is being close to Jerid. That's more letal than the birthday song or being near Amuro's range.

And that's all for now. Join me next time as I try to watch Z less slowly so I might be able to watch "Char's Counterattack" before Christmas 2023.

#zeta gundam #gundam #mobile suit gundam #kamille bidan #quattro bajeena #char aznable #fa yuiry #reccoa londe #paptimus scirocco #emma sheen #Jerid Messa #amuro ray #bright noa #suletta for some reason #gundamblogging

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fanatic-writers · 7 months

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Adventures in Babysitting

Chapter Four: Bad Ideas

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A/n: Thanks for hanging in there and being patient with me on this one guys! School has gotten crazy and this part feels a little all over the place to me at the end but I just wanted to get it out to y'all and do something fun for me. Hopefully part five will be out in the coming week!

Word Count: 3825

Pairing: (Eventual) Din Djarin x Mandalorian!Reader

Warnings: Canon levels of violence but it's very tame, unedited like everything cause I'm lazy lol, lil bit o' angst

Summary: Reader is the Armorer's daughter and is also a foundling. She and Din have known each other for a long time but he was never quite able to break his shell. When the Mandalorians help Din escape with the child she is ordered to go to his ship to help him care for the thing.

Tag List: @theclassicvinyldragon @yeeteth-the-raven @crowbird

Things had been slow since your last conversation with Din, the same routine of stopping every so often for food and odd jobs. He usually made you stick with the ship and the kid, knowing he’d be safer there with you than out with him. On one rare occasion, you had convinced him that you should be the one to go out and gather supplies, that he needed rest, but that seemed to be a one-and-done situation.

“Come on,” You pleaded as Din packed up a small bag to take with him on his errands. “You always get to go out and I love our little green guy but if I don’t get off this ship I’m going to shoot something.” “You don’t even like using blasters,” Din commented, fixated on his satchel. You sighed “Din…” you paused, not having used his name since you were a kid. Part of you hoped it might awaken something in him, something that you could prod at until he got tired of your company and sent you out. It seemed to work well enough because a few moments later he was tossing the satchel to you. “If you’re not back-“ He started but you interrupted him. “I’ll be fine, I think sometimes you forget we have the same training.” You chuckled lightly, giving a small wave to the child before heading out. When you had come back there were blaster marks on your suit and you were out of breath. “Don’t ask just get us the hell out of here.” You commanded, putting Din into a small panic you couldn’t see as he took off. He heard you mumbling something to yourself about people accusing you of stealing, something you promised him you didn’t do a couple of nights later when he asked about it.

The sound and feeling of the Razor Crest docking brought you from your thoughts. You looked around the hull of the ship you had landed in and frowned. The place gave you a bad feeling. Sure you’d run into plenty of criminals and places like this on Navarro where the guild had control of most things and what they didn’t’ were other small groups of criminals, but this was a different scale and you didn’t have a child to worry about back then. “You’ll stay here with the kid. I’m going to lock the ship up so no one will bother you and I should be back in a day or so.” Din spoke as if sensing your concern. “And I can’t just fly the ship away and come pick you up why?” You asked. Clearly uncomfortable with the idea. Something about the whole place just made your mind scream at you to get out. “Because you can’t fly.” Din sighed; you opened your mouth to object because he technically was wrong. You, in theory, could fly, just not well and you weren’t really the best at landing. “Fine. But if someone gets in here, I’m taking off. I don’t care if the whole place blows up because of it.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

A cry from the bunk signaled that the child was awake and also not exactly happy about the situation. Din followed you down, watching as you picked the kid up and cradled him in your arms. “It’s alright buddy, we’re still here. Mando is gonna be gone for a couple days.” You explained to the child. “Which means you’re stuck with me and next time it's his turn to babysit I’m pumping you full of sweets.” Din shook his head at your comment, a small chuckle making its way through his emulator. “You think it's funny now but I’m serious.” You spoke as he opened the door to the ship, quickly slipping out of it before closing you and the kid inside once more. You kept near the bunk, preparing a snack for the growing child. Every knock and noise from the outside had you on edge and the kid could sense it. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a frown. All you could do was sigh and be thankful that he couldn’t see the fear on your face. You’d been to a lot of places with Din, hell the most recent ones ended in shoot-outs, but this was the first time you felt unsafe. This was the first time something felt off. “It’s going to be ok Bug.” You told the child, placing him on the bunk and handing him his food.

While the child ate you busied yourself organizing things around the ship. It wasn’t possible for it to get too messy but you didn’t want to risk going into the captain's quarters and being seen so this was your next best option for keeping busy. Your plan was to feed the kid and then make something for yourself, hoping the child would go back to sleep after being fed since he hadn’t slept that long in the first place. You were moving around the rations, looking for something that would make a half decent meal when you heard tapping at the door. It sounded like the thrumming of fingers and you recognized it instantly. When you were younger Din had made a habit of making his entrance known to you. That being said he didn’t always want everyone in the commune to know that he was at your door, especially your mother who seemed intimidating to the younger Din. So instead of knocking he’d thrum his fingers against the wall, a way of letting you know he was coming without making it obvious as to what his intentions were. Of course, the others picked up on it rather quickly but to a new audience it would just seem like some sort of tick. You quickly closed the door on the sleeping quarters, ordering the child to stay put before going back to your work in hopes you’d look inconspicuous enough to whoever would make up the ships new crew. You were surprised when a droid was the one that walked in, Din standing behind him. “Take him up to the cockpit.” He told you and you could hear the annoyance in his voice. “I thought-“ you paused looking between the droid and Mando “Change of plans.” He sighed and you eyed the crew that surrounded the table behind him

You made sure everything was in its place and the child was hidden away before the rest of the group stepped on board. The droid, who had left briefly, went back to its spot in the cockpit and you frowned. “There’s another one.” The bald man spoke up “Two Mandalorians, why were you keeping this one hidden away huh?” “Because she isn’t a part of the mission,” Mando spoke firmly, his entire attitude had changed from when he’d left. He was stiffer, almost puffing his chest out like he was putting on a show. “She?” The twi’lek spoke up next, getting right up close to you and inspecting your form. You stood your ground, eyes not breaking contact with her despite the fact that she wouldn’t see it through your helm. “Is this why you left us Mando?” “No.” He spoke before moving up to the cock pit. You opted to stay down with the rest of the crew, not wanting to risk them finding the child. That and you didn’t want to seem afraid of them. You knew if they could sense even an ounce of fear they wouldn’t leave you alone. You sat opposite of the man and the twi’lek as the Devonian man paced the ship. They didn’t exactly make good company and you felt that being too talkative would ruin any reputation you had with them. You didn’t know these people, you thought that they might have introduced themselves, but you hadn’t been paying much attention. What you did know was that you didn’t trust them and you wanted to be more than ready to defend yourself, the child, and Din should it come down to it.

The trio seemed rather bored and you hadn’t moved an inch since you sat down, the demon guy must’ve thought you had fallen asleep because he started to push buttons, trying to figure out what they were for. You turned to look at him, frowning when the armory opened up. You watched as he made his way over to the wall of weapons, standing from your spot. “I wouldn’t mess around with things that aren’t yours.” You spoke up finally “She thinks she can stop me.” He spoke in a gruff voice, the other two laughing. You made a move to step forward but the door shut before you could get too far and Din pushed past you to get to him. The bald man, you think he had called himself Mayfeld at some point, quickly did what he could to dissolve the tension between the two, at least enough to stop the brewing fight. It really went all downhill from there. “Why do we even need a Mandalorian anyway?” The demon asked resulting in a short conversation about your people. A conversation that left you on edge with the mention of the slaughter of those who live on Mandalore. When the talk shifted to the fact that the both of you couldn’t show your faces you grew even more tense and agitated with the people you were forced to call guests. “What about you sweetheart?” Mayfeld asked “You wanna show us those pretty little eyes you got hiding under there.” You clenched your jaw, staying quiet as you stared the man down. “That’s alright, we don’t gotta trust you. We just gotta trust him.” He turned his attention back to Din and you notice the Devonian take another step closer to the man beside you. “You ever seen his face?” Mayfeld asked the Twi’lek, Xi’an you’d learned now that you were paying attention “A lady never tells.” She smiled, looking between the two of you and you did your best to ignore the pit in your stomach. There was some mention that they may have been close before and you had tried not to let it get to you. You couldn’t imagine Din with someone like her, someone who didn’t seem to respect him or his creed. You noticed Mayfeld nod to the Devonian who approached and made it clear he was going to remove Din’s helm. You were about to punch the man in the face but Din beat you to it, grabbing him and tossing him back behind him. His fingers must’ve hit the command center to the sleeping quarters because in an instant the door was open and the child was staring at the scene before him.

If you thought your body was tense before that was nothing compared to how you felt now as you looked into the eyes of your little bug. You wanted to reach out and grab him, pull him into your arms, and keep him safe from the people on the ship but Mayfeld had other plans. He moved past you, talking about his failed attempts at previous pets. You knew that the kid was more than that to Din but it was safer not to correct him. Instead, you watched as he took the child into his arms, pretending to drop him. “Maybe it’s hers,” Mayfeld spoke up when the crew had all decided it didn’t make sense for Din to have a pet. “Or maybe they’re going to eat it.” The Devonian spoke once more. Before you had a chance to speak you were being thrown back into the wall and then onto the floor. You were thankful for your proximity to Mayfeld and the child as the kid slipped from his grasp. You were able to dive out and catch him before he could tumble to the floor. It had caused you to roll down the open space of the ship, almost right under Din. “You alright?” he spoke softly, letting his guard slip for a brief moment only you would see. You nodded, keeping the child close to your chest before looking down at him. “He’s good too.” You practically whispered before pushing yourself up once the ship had steadied.

You took the child back to the bed and closed the door, watching as Din got to work. You weren’t exactly fond of the way Xi’an and Mayfeld looked at him, or the way you could barely hear her whisper something. At least you’d be on the ship, you could be a sort of backup should Din need it. You paced around the ship, waiting as patiently as you could for his return.

He hated this job, he knew he shouldn’t have taken it and he knew he should’ve backed out when the Crest got involved. It was clear he was pretty much on his own, just a number and someone that was expendable to the rest of his crew. That was made even more clear when he had to take down the droids on the ship on his own. He was well aware that the other three were just standing there watching him when they could have been suppressing fire or doing literally anything to help. He just had to get this over with. Then he could get back to you and the kid and the three of you would never have to see these people again. When he saw the human on the ship Din realized once again that this was a mistake. He’d stopped doing jobs like these for a reason. There was nothing honorable about them. Maybe when he was younger and trying to build a reputation there was. Back then he had convinced himself he was doing something good at least. Now he knew the likelihood of the rest of his so called team ending an innocent life was high. What had he gotten himself into, what had he gotten you into? He worried that you’d think of him differently after this, that whatever semblance of a friendship you’d started to rebuild together would crumble to the ground when you saw how checkered his past was. He just had to keep them from killing the poor man in front of them who was just trying to do his job. “Hey, hey listen to me ok.” Din spoke up while Mayfeld and Xi’an bickered. He holstered his blaster and put his hands up, the looks from the others not going unnoticed. “What’s your name.” “D-Daven.” The man answered, his fear clearly written on his face. “We’re not here for you Daven. We’re here for a prisoner. If you cooperate we’ll let you go with your life.” He tried to reason with the young man although Mayfeld had other plans. Son Din did the only thing he could think to do, he pulled his blaster on Mayfeld. In the chaos that action caused Xi’an threw her blade across the room, killing Daven. “Would you both just shut up?” She rolled her eyes as she got up and retrieved the blade. No one seemed to care about the signal that was now sent out, letting the New Republic know what they were up to.

You heard the droid give the warning to the crew from the cockpit, a frown etched onto your face. You looked down at the connection between the ships and back at the closed door that the child was behind. They had twenty minutes. You’d give him 10. You really needed to establish some form of com link between the two of you for situations like these. Granted you hadn’t exactly found yourself in this exact situation before you found yourself craving a way to make sure Din was safe more often than not. You had heard Mayfeld say something about getting them off the ship right around the ten-minute mark and decided maybe it would just be best for you to stay put. Whatever the droid had found out didn’t exactly matter if it meant Din would be back soon. And then there was the word that someone had escaped. The light below you had turned red and you were far too focused on what that meant for Din to notice that the child had escaped the spot you’d left him. You dropped yourself down into the ship, blaster in hand before you slipped behind a corner, ready to strike at whoever came down your path. You nearly jumped out of your bones when you had been waiting for what felt like hours just for Din to put a hand on your shoulder “How did you-?” You asked, a hand flying to your chest as you tried to steady your breathing. “Saw you on the cameras.” He spoke softly, he looked you over for a moment before stepping in front of you, leading you back to the entry to the ship. You hadn’t rounded the corner just yet when you heard Mando speak up again. You spotted another twi’lek, he looked somewhat similar to Xi’an and as they spoke you slowly started to piece things together in your head. “Get back to the ship.” Mando spoke to you, “Now.” He finished when you showed signs of hesitation. You waited for a moment before slipping past the Qin and up to the ladder. It was then that you saw the droid staring into bunk. You didn’t hesitate, you just aimed and shot, hitting the thing in the back and through the chest. When it crumbled to the ground you moved to the child and scooped him up, setting him in your lap as you sat in the bunk and locked yourself in. You’d had enough of the day and at the moment all you wanted to know was that the child and Din were safe. Since the Mandalorian had seemed to be fine you settled for holding the child close and curling up in the bunk. It wasn’t the most comfortable with all your armor on but you made it work and the child didn’t seem to mind.

It wasn’t until he had dropped off Qin and entered hyperspace that Din let himself move down to the hull of the ship. It was rare that he left the area while flying but he had switched on autopilot and they would be safe for the time being. He moved down to the bunk and thrummed his fingers against the door before opening it. You were still curled up on your side but you looked in his direction when the door opened. “We won't have to worry about them again.” He spoke, staying still as you slowly rolled onto your back and sat up, moving deeper into the bunk so your back was against the wall. You stayed quiet but patted the spot in front of you before curling your legs into your chest to give him more space. “You just do stuff like that all the time?” You asked finally, your voice soft. Din moved to sit in front of you, sitting with crossed legs, his back leaning against the right wall of the bunk. “Not all the time. Left it behind for a reason.” “And you and the twi’lek?” You tried not to sound as disappointed about it as you were. “I was young and stupid.” Din sighed “It was just after everything happened with my mentor,” he admitted to you “I thought it would make things better. It didn’t” “So that was where you ran off to all those years ago.” You raised a brow head tilting to the side “Those were the kinds of people you left me for, left us for?” You tried not to sound hurt or angry but it was hard. It was hard knowing that back then Din would’ve rather had been with a group of people who didn’t care if he lived or died rather than you. “You thought I left you?” Din turned to look at you, he supposed he had now that he thought about it. “I didn’t want to but I couldn’t be there anymore. I had to get out, to do something.” You shook your head “So you ran around with a bunch of criminals? At least when you’re hunting bounties they’re usually bad people.” You huffed looking away from them. “And yeah, I did. You were eighteen and you just disappeared. You didn’t say goodbye and you never talked to me again aside from a brief hello when you came back.” At this point, you had given up on trying to conceal the bite in your tone. “I spent my time wondering where in the universe you were and you were out almost getting yourself killed for reasons that aren’t even worth it. Reasons that I’m not even sure follow our creed. And then you just showed back up again and pretended like I didn’t exist.” “I didn’t want to bother you,” Din mumbled but he knew it was useless, he knew how you got when you were worked up. It had just been a while since he was on the receiving end. “I’m not done, Din!” You huffed, uncurling yourself “I waited for you, I waited and waited and you did nothing, you said nothing. I could barely get a hello out of you. You’ve spoken to me more in the past couple of weeks than you have in 20 years Din.” You had gotten so worked up you didn’t even know what you were mad about at this point, you were just plain mad and Din was the closest thing to take it out on. You’d regret it later, you knew that, but you didn’t care. “And now you just want to pretend like nothing happened. You want to go play hero for people and pretend like you didn’t abandon me for years. Like the commune hasn’t looked on me in pity for the last 20 years because as far as they were concerned you pretty much left me at the kriffen altar.” You huffed out your last breath, feeling tears well in your eyes “You said we were friends once and you were wrong. We were so much more than that and you know it but you didn’t care.” Your head sunk to your knees and your body shook with the excess emotion. “Cyar’ika…” Din mumbled, hedging his bets and getting closer to you “Don’t- Don’t call me that and think that makes everything ok.” You huffed, not daring to look up at him because you knew you’d break if you did.

Din sighed, he pressed his helmet against yours for a brief moment before moving back to the pilot's seat. He knew an apology wouldn’t matter to you now, so he thought he’d just give you space until the time was right to tell you just how sorry he was.

#din x reader #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian

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evilwickedme · 10 months

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"you're worth it." and/or "you need sleep for jayroy maybe?

(i can't remember if you actually like that ship so if you don't feel free to pick your own)

I absolutely LOVE JayRoy and have written multiple fics for them anyway it's one am let's see what comes out

on ao3

unglued, thanks to you

It's been a long couple of days.

Everyone Roy knows is out of the state right now, for so many different and yet equally good reasons, so he hasn't had anyone available to babysit in days. Then Lian caught this bug that's been going around, and she's spent the last three days throwing up anything she's eaten, while Roy desperately tries to keep her hydrated, staying up all night with her as she shivers. His heart aches for his little girl, but he can't do anything about it except wait for it to pass. As if that stress wasn't enough, he hasn't had a steady job in a couple of months, and last he checked he was almost out of money for rent, let alone groceries or medicine or a paid sitter. And he can't even take any job offers he's getting, because he can't just leave Lian behind while half his family is MIA, some of them literally. Hell, he'd have joined them in the search if it weren't for... Everything else.

He's worried about his family, and he's worried about Lian, and he's just tired. He's so, so tired. Still, he can't help it - when Jason calls, he picks up.

"Hey," he says.

Jason must pick up on the exhaustion in his voice, because instead of hello he opens with, "Jesus Christ, when's the last time you slept?"

Roy takes offense to that. Considering the circumstances, he's been getting plenty of sleep. "I'll have you know I got to take a two hour nap just this afternoon," he says indignantly.

"Uh-huh," Jason says, "and last night?"

"Why are you calling, Jason?" Roy says tiredly.

"I'm in Star right now," Jason answers, letting the matter drop. "Connecting flight got canceled so I pivoted. Can I crash at yours?"

Roy hesitates. "It's not that you're not welcome," Roy says, searching for the right words. "I just - " it's just awful right now, and Roy's a mess, and the apartment's a mess, and Jason probably doesn't want to deal with a sick first grader anyway. "Listen, the place is kind of a mess right now, you'd probably be better off just finding a hotel to stay at. Use Bruce's money to stay at somewhere fancy. You'd sleep better, trust me."

Jason hums to himself, like he does sometimes when he's thinking. "How's Lian, Roy?"

Roy closes his eyes. "She's down for a nap right now," he says, then admits, "but she's been sick all week."

"And hasn't Oliver been able to help? Or any of your goddamn brood?"

Like Jason has any room to talk, with all these Bats flying around nowadays. When Roy was a kid, it was just Bruce and Dick, and eventually Babs. Now every time Roy blinks, there's a new kid wearing the bat on their chest. "They're all out of town at the moment."

Jason just sighs. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he says, then hangs up.

Motherfucker.

Well, Jason knows what he's getting himself into.

~~~

True to his word, a quarter of an hour later Roy hears Jason's spare keys unlock his front door. "In here," he calls out from the kitchen, where he's washing some long overdue dishes. Once it was clear that Jason would be staying with them no matter what, Roy did the minor service of taking all the disgusting shit off the couch.

"Hey," Jason says, dropping his bag, which clattered conspicuously. "I thought you said Lian was napping?"

"She's out like a light, actually," Roy says. "I'm hoping she'll actually sleep through the night tonight. Would make for a nice change."

Jason stays silent for a while, and the back of Roy's head prickles, but he keeps washing the dishes until, suddenly, Jason's hand is on his arm, startling him into stillness.

"C'mon," Jason says. "I can do this."

"They're my dishes," Roy objects.

"You need sleep," Jason says. "Your kid's sick, I get it. But I can keep an eye on her for a few hours. Go, get some rest. If only so I don't have to look at those fucking bags under your eyes. You look terrible."

"Jay," Roy sighs.

"I'll fucking carry you to bed if I have to," Jason threatens mildly.

Roy looks at him, then looks back at the running water, then shoots a longing look at the door to his bedroom. He really does want - need, desperately need - some rest. And Lian likes Jason. And Roy really, really doesn't want to be doing the dishes right now.

"Okay," he says. Then, after a pause, "Thank you, Jaybird."

"Anytime," Jason says gruffly. He hipchecks Roy, who relents, raising his hands in surrender and walking to his bedroom. "Seeya in six hours."

"Four," Roy counters.

"Eight," Jason corrects.

Roy rolls his eyes before closing his door. He sets his alarm for three hours, and falls asleep as soon as he closes his eyes.

~~~

Roy opens his eyes suddenly, momentarily disoriented. There's sunlight coming through the window - he's still in his jeans - he crashed last night - Jason came over last night - didn't he set an alarm?

Honestly, Roy wouldn't put it past Jay to sneak into his room and turn the alarm off, but maybe he just slept through it. Either way, it's too late now.

He feels so heavy, but still he forces himself to get up. He needs to check up on Lian, maybe clean up a little if she's still out, make some food out of whatever's still left in the pantry.

He's going over his to-do list in his mind as he steps out into the living room, and he does a double take.

The place is spotless. All the dishes are gone, the dirty clothes are in the laundry hamper by the laundry machine that stands close to the kitchen because there's no room for it in this tiny apartment else, and assorted electronics are piled up on the now clear surface of the little table they sometimes use to eat. The floor has been swept, too, with the dust bunnies Roy has become resigned to live with all cleared out.

There's no sign of Lian, but Jason is humming in the kitchen, so Roy joins him, leaning against the wall as he watches Jay slice vegetables that were definitely not in Roy's kitchen last night.

"You let me sleep in," Roy accuses.

Jason snorts. "Yeah, obviously. You needed the sleep, man. You probably haven't looked in the mirror in four days, but you looked miserable, trust me." He glances up at Roy, then back down to the cucumber under his knife. "You look, uh, much better now. Could probably use a shower."

"Fuck you," Roy says amicably. "Where's this come from?"

"I had some groceries delivered this morning," Jason answers casually. "I put the order in after I finished the dishes, then started cleaning up while I stayed up. Lian woke up eventually, so I made sure she got some fluids and gave her the meds on the counter - I'm assuming those were her meds, she was a little out of it and couldn't confirm it for me, but she seemed better after, so I figured, yeah."

"Yeah, those were the right meds," Roy says. "Thanks, again."

"Anytime," Jason says. He's now slicing a large red tomato. The juices spurt a little onto Jason's hand, who grimaces for a second before continuing.

"No, seriously," Roy says earnestly. "You were just looking for a place to crash. You didn't need to do any of this. I just - cleaning this place up must have taken you all night."

"Well," Jason says. "Consider it payback for all the times you saved my ass. And for letting me crash here."

Roy's heart pounds in his chest, and he looks around the kitchen. "Can I help?"

Jason waves at him dismissively. "I'm almost done here anyway," he says. "Go, wash up, or check on your daughter, or just sit down for five goddamn minutes."

Roy huffed, unable to stop himself from laughing. And then he did just that. Took a brisk shower, then checked up on Lian - sleeping again, and her bucket was empty, which was good - and then he rejoined Jason, just in time for him to hand him a plate, full to the brim with a cheese omelette, buttered toast, and a chopped salad.

"This looks amazing, Jaybird," Roy says honestly, and he could swear he sees Jason's ears turn a little red.

"Eat your damn breakfast," is all he says.

Roy puts the plate down on the table and takes Jason's hand. His eyes snap up to his face, and he looks - confused.

Roy rubs a thumb over Jason's palm. The texture is complicated, scarred and calloused, but he likes it. It's not unlike his own. "Thanks," Roy says again.

"You don't need to keep saying it," Jason says.

"Yeah, I do," Roy says. "And I'll keep saying it til you take me seriously."

"Yeah, well," Jason says. "You're worth it."

#whomp this took me about an hour and I'm actually pretty happy with this #heavily inspired by that one poisonivory fic. the 'you're tired. I'm here to let you be tired' one #jayroy #this my fic #dc fic #batfam #arrowfam #lian harper #roy and lian #roy harper #jason todd #jt #dc #gail speaks #callsign-crow #ask

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staycalmandhugaclone · 9 months

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I love your writing could I request the bad batches reaction to a reader with a service dog? I have mine for my anxiety and cptsd but she also helps with my severe nut allergy.

Firstly: I'm so sorry this took so long! I don't like shifting gears in the middle of an arc, so wanted to finish Breaking Point first, which took much long than I anticipated (as they always do lol). Anyway, I started answering this in classic headcanon format… but it didn’t feel personal enough for the topic. I am such a huge advocate for animals in treatments, therapies, and service jobs like yours, so I wanted to try to do something special for you! If this doesn’t quite fulfill what you were hoping for, feel free to drop another Ask with extra details. Also, I definitely lean more toward first-person narrative than second, but I gave it a shot here!

Unorthodox and Irreplaceable

Warnings: Reader has unspecified emotional/mental health problems requiring the use of a service animal

WC: 2,606

Your heart raced as you stood beside Captain Gregor on the landing platform nestled inside a towering cliff face. It was his idea to add a nat-born to all remaining clone squads as a kind of camouflage when planet-side, and it hadn’t taken much effort to convince you to join. Anything you could do to oppose the tyrannical Empire was worth the risk. Now that the moment was near, however, the undeniable pang of anxiety was relentless.

“How’d the introductions go with the other squads?” You ask, eager for a gentle conversation to help quell your nerves. He gave a small shrug, powerful shoulders shifting almost lazily with the movement, and let out an almost dismissive grunt.

“Some better than others.” He answered honestly, words just hinting at a subtle smirk on his lips. “Had one group argue for over an hour that they weren’t ‘babysitting some kriffing nat-born’.” His eyes rolled dramatically, head shaking at the memory. “Within three rotations, those damn di’kuts were inseparable.” A gentle bump of warm scales against your hand was more than enough to draw you back from the threat of spiraling fears, attention dropping to the calm, grinning face of the massiff beside you. With a small sigh, you rubbed your fingers fondly over your companion’s head in gratitude.

The little trill of a giggle served as a precursor to the distant hum of engines, and you let your eyes scan the narrow entrance to the hidden base moments before the elegant, three-finned craft dove hazardously between the jutting rocks at a speed that wrenched a small gasp from you before you could begin to fight it back.

“That’ll be them!” Gregor stated warmly, and that anxiety threatened to peak into something too near terror. “Don’t worry,” He added, glancing down at you, beaming smile stretched effortlessly across his face, “Looks like a nightmare, but their pilot knows every inch of that ship. You’ll be in good hands!” You tried once more to quiet yourself until Gregor’s almost surprised, “huh” drew your gaze back up, and found yourself tensing as the sight of the young girl behind the controls.

You both watched in morbid curiosity and horror as the transport raced through the suddenly too-narrow hanger before wrenching to an almost complete stop barely a dozen meters away, bringing with it a gust of wind powerful enough to knock you back a half-step. Another compulsive laugh sounded from the man beside you before his face fell back into an expression just shy of stern as the ramp began to lower.

“I assume you lot have a good reason for letting the kid go flying around in my hanger like a kriffing pod-racer?” Despite the subtle crease between his brows, you could hear the fondness in his voice. The first to step from the ship wore his long curls restrained by a red strip of cloth revealing an impressive tattoo that covered the majority of the left side of his face. You knew he was a clone, but something about his stature didn’t quite match the others with that initially unsettling exactness you’d become familiar with.

“Tech said she should get some ‘experience with limited room for maneuverability’.” He answered, eyes rolling slightly as he pointedly focused on the commander, gaze not once flicking toward you as he approached.

“You didn’t say they were bringing a massiff!” A young girl came racing out mere seconds after him, face alight with the glee of youth as puffy, blonde locks bounced with her every movement. A subtle shift of the man’s hand instantly stilled her advance, however.

“Pretty sure you still need to finish your flight check.” He retorted, smoky voice lowering into a rebuttal just hinting at the smirk vainly hidden beneath an unimpressed façade. The girl let out a slow sigh before begrudgingly retracing her steps up the ramp.

“Sergeant Hunter, let me introduce you to your new squad member and alibi.” Gregor continued, seemingly oblivious to the unimpressed frown just drawing a crease between the man’s brows as the Captain gave your name and listed off your skills and accomplishments. “Right… Good luck!” He added with an earnest chuckle before unceremoniously treading away, leaving Hunter and you alone. He offered no response, merely studied you with an unsettling attentiveness.

“I’m going to venture a guess that Captain Gregor failed to mention my plus-one?” There was a subtle sympathy in your words, breaking the silence with an almost weary smirk.

“You’d be correct.” The Sergeant answered stiffly. Drawing a deep breath, you tried to ready yourself for the coming conversation and potential disappointment.

“Well, this is Rena. She’s a trained service massiff, so you don’t have to worry about her causing problems on your ship.” His jaw tensed against his initial objection, but his reluctance was clear, and you hated that sense of validation for your earlier anxiety.

“Trained or not, it’s a small ship.” His answer came too quickly, and you briefly caught your lip between your teeth to bite back the impatient retort. Dealing with people ignorant and uncompromising of both the need for and difference between service animals versus pets was a fight you were no stranger too, and it became more tedious with each assumption and dismissive glance sent your way.

“Sergeant Hunter, I am well aware that Rena and I may not fit whatever expectations you had, but we’re here. So, are you going to give us a chance?” Whatever taste of remorse touched your earlier words was gone, replaced with unapologetic brusqueness. “If not, you’d better hurry if you want to catch Captain Gregor before his next briefing.” If he was going to react with such prejudice before sharing more than a handful of words with you, maybe it would be for the best if they found another civilian to travel with.

Hunter didn’t respond for a long moment, arms tensing around his chest before, with a small sigh, nodding toward his ship and turning back to the ramp. Frozen in a moment of surprise, you could only watch him for a those first few strides before quickly moving to follow him. Driven by the need to prove yourself, you quickly commit his brief tour of the Marauder to memory. When you reached the ladder to the cockpit, you paused, calculating the drop and distance between the rungs. He remained silent, watching you instruct Rena to wait as you descended before allowing her to jump down after you.

“I’m not helping get that thing out of here.” A raspy voice drawled with unmodulated disdain. Looking back, you found sharp eyes watching you with a bored disinterest. He was tall for a clone, with short, nearly silver hair.

“I don’t mind helpin’!” An even bigger man said happily, expression lit with a deep-seated joy utterly unaffected by the web of scars marring the left side of his face. “I’ve been tryin’ to get Hunter to let us get a tooka or somethin’ for ages!” The girl from earlier was seated upfront with two others running through the ship’s systems, but she kept stealing glances over her shoulder at you.

“It’s not a pet, Wrecker.” Hunter stated, voice drawn as though already weary from the coming conversation, and the larger clone, Wrecker, turned back to you with a look of confusion.

“He’s right.” You started calmly, eager for the chance to explain to all of them while there was a moment of quiet. “Rena’s my service animal. She helps me with things like keeping my emotions in check or alerting me to things I’m allergic to.” It was a profound simplification, but, to start, that was generally the best way to make introductions. The man standing behind the pilot’s chair seemed to perk at that, finally turning away from the girl to stare at you from behind orange-tinted goggles.

“Fascinating.” Something about the curiosity in his crisp voice threatened to pull your lips into a small smile. “What cues do they use to alert you?” He asked, and that smile readily broke through, relieved at the lack of immediate disregard from the man.

“It depends on what she’s reacting to.” You explained. “For allergies, she paws at my foot. If it’s more… mental health based, she’ll react based of the severity – anything from nudging my hand to laying on my chest.” You waited tensely for how they’d receive that, knowing it could be a difficult issue to overcome given the nature of their missions, and you weren’t surprised when Hunter was the first to respond.

“Is that going to be a problem when we’re in the field?” His voice quieted, that earlier coldness replaced with a gentleness you hadn’t expected. It made sense, though. If he’d asked it as though he were interrogating you, it would be natural to get defensive. Even if it was feigned solely for the sake of establishing the illusion of concern to lull you into a false sense of comfort, you still found yourself grateful for it.

“No.” You answered confidently. “I’ve spoken in depth with Captain Gregor about it, and he’s assured me that my sensitivities shouldn’t interfere our work.” It was obvious this wouldn’t be the end of that discussion, but the young girl leaned over to whisper something to the pale clone beside her, and the Sergeant struggled to restrain his smirk. You couldn’t hear the response, but her face lit up, attention quickly turning to you as she sprung from the seat.

“Can I say ‘hi’?” She asked sweetly, pausing several steps back with her arms clasped behind her back, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“When she’s working, it’s important not to distract her, but I think we’re pretty safe here, and since you asked so nicely…” You said, drawing out those last words to treasure the excitement blooming on her young face. Letting go of Rena’s harness, you give the release comment granting the massiff permission to interact freely, and, much to her glee, shot straight toward the girl. The squeals of joy as Rena happily lavished her with affectionate kisses managed to bring a grin to even the surly one’s lips, even if only for a moment before he turned away.

The marketplace was just shy of overwhelming; streets bursting with a rich variety of sentients eager to sample and barter for local delicacies you’d never heard of but couldn’t help but find yourself drawn to by the vibrant scents alone. Briefly, you wondered how Hunter was handling the cacophony of sounds and movements and aromas, but he followed a half-dozen strides behind you appearing utterly unfazed by it all. Wrecker and the others were spread out amongst the crowd, each in common clothes in hopes of going unnoticed as they approached their target.

Your goal was to create a distraction if the need arose. That part was happening with or without your intent, however. Something about a “do not pet” sign somehow attracted attention even more than if Rena had worn nothing at all, and you constantly found yourself answering questions and refusing requests to let people’s kids ride her or take a picture. It was exhausting, but your responses were nearly rote by now, and your squad quickly recognized the opportunity it posed.

With the stall owner they’d been after distracted by the small crowd gathered around you, he failed to notice Hunter slip behind him, and then he was gone without anyone noticing. You lingered before a group of overly curious Ithorians as the others vanished, knowing they’d likely only need a few minutes to interrogate the man.

Like clockwork, Echo appeared moments later with Omega in tow, confirming they’d secured whatever data they’d been sent to acquire. You purposefully began the process of excusing yourself to continue “browsing” the market once noticing Crosshair and Tech further ahead, needing only a brief glance behind you to find Wrecker had also returned to the outskirts of the crowd, and carefully avoided looking at the market as the owner reappeared lest you make the mistake of making eye contact with the still disgruntled human.

As far as first missions went, it felt like a brilliant success, and you couldn’t help but swell with pride as everyone steadily reconverged at the Marauder.

“Come on, Cross! Even you gotta admit it!” As usual, you heard Wrecker before you saw him, and found yourself smiling upon finding the towering clone shaking his brother slightly with an arm thrown over his shoulders. Scowling, the sniper pushed uselessly against Wrecker’s side, but the larger man barely moved.

“Fine!” He relented. “The nat-born and the mutt managed not to get us caught. Happy?” He snarled, mood souring further upon noting the toothy grin on your lips.

“They did better than that.” Echo commented. “Even I barely got any weird looks.” It was an… unusual way to help, but no one could argue with the results.

It was late. Really late. Or nauseatingly early. Either way, Rena’s incessant pawing at the medbay door where you’d been granted relative privacy to sleep was… frustrating, at least until enough awareness returned to you to recognize that there was likely some reasoning behind her actions. Movements sluggish with drowsiness, you reluctantly pushed yourself to your feet and opened the door, and found yourself needing to move quickly to follow her as she shot down the main walkway.

Hunter arrived mere seconds after you, both pausing slightly in surprise before turning back to find Rena nudging her way onto Echo’s bunk. Oh. His body was twitching slightly, chest bucking beneath too-quick gasps. Without awaiting permission, the massiff gently rested her fore-paws on the edge of the mattress, stretching her massive head out to rest atop the arc’s chest, lightly at first before gradually lowering her full weight onto him.

When he woke, it was with a slight start, but almost instantly, his arms wrapped firmly around her neck, eyes slamming shut as he fought to steady his breath. Rena wiggled her way fully onto his bed with a subtly that threatened to drag a chuckle from you, but you knew how grounding her presence was, how irreplaceable she would be in freeing the man from whatever nightmare haunted him still.

With a barely audible whisper, you gave the command for her to ‘stay’, shot Hunter a knowing, weary grin, and returned to your room, happy to grant your friend as much time as he needed.

“Thank you.” Echo murmured the next morning. He wasn’t quite willing to meet your eyes, jaw taut as he fought the threat of a shame you knew too well, and you shook your head, letting out a slow breath.

“Wasn’t me.” You replied quietly. “It’s just what she does.” Waiting a beat, you let a smile play with your lips before adding with just a touch of pride, “Did Hunter tell you that Rena beat him to you?” To your glee, he let out a huff of laughter.

It had taken more than three rotations, but no one doubted yours or Rena’s place anymore. Wrecker thrived on bouts of roughhousing. Echo held a silent appreciation that you understood far too intimately. Omega adored her in all the ways only a child can. Hunter recognized both the strategic and, albeit begrudgingly, personal benefits to having the massiff with them. Tech was endlessly fascinated by how quickly she picked up on emotions, and even Crosshair had been caught giving her the occasional pat. It was unorthodox, but they’d all accepted you in their own way, and you couldn’t dismiss how quickly they began to feel like family.

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firecurls-27 · 1 year

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Just cause it’s my birthday, it doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to give OTHERS gifts! Soooo

I made some of my closest mutual’s new cuphead oc’s!!

@queenkittycat123

Sixer D. Jasper

(Voice claim)

He/they, July 7th, pansexual, isle 2

King Dice’s weird cousin no one really talks about. No one even knows how old he is, not even himself. 20 sided dice with multiple eyes. He’s very friendly, just incredibly odd so no one really likes hanging out with him. He’s really good at babysitting and does a better job than most parents! He loves hanging out at the carnival, he feels like he belongs there.

@hey-imma-fangirl

Mother Nature

(Voice claim)

Goes by any pronouns but mostly uses she, January 1st, a million yo, demisexual, isle 4

Very calm and fun to talk to. She loves hearing mortals explain how they see the world. And yes, she’s VERY familiar with Lucifer, it was if he (or she, in fangirl’s au) was her own child. They haven’t talked in centuries but would love to see her lu-lu again.. every now and then an Angel from heaven comes to see her, but it’s not the same.

@marshmallow-biscuit-blog

Selene the selkie

(Voice claim)

She/they, May 17th, 12yo, lesbian, demigirl, isle 3

A selkie who loves to hang out around the docks and mess with sailor ships. Very energetic and will talk for HOURS. She’s actually very nice if she’s comfortable around you. Can and will eat an entire bucket of tuna if you let her. She’s got a crush on Cora (the pirate NPC) and before you ask, her seal skin is her dress sash she tied into a bow.

@zibiscusloon

Pappy (papaya) Sugarsap the fruit bat

(Voice claim)

They/them, October 29th, 39 yo, bisexual (leans towards men) isle 4

A librarian with insane insomnia. The only bat in their family who stays up day and night. They love to read books for children during “story time” and rarely ever takes a break. Very patient with kids, not adults. They hate vessel the most (they have a crush on him) but only tolerates him cause Mugman is pappy’s best customer, Mugman has his own personal reading nook at the library. Honestly pappy rarely ever shows joy in interacting with adults. They hope they can adopt children of their own one day, but they just have to wait..

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karmic-vibes · 1 year

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Oh, Baby, Baby

2 - How Was I Supposed to Know?

cw: mentions of pregnancy, failed contraceptives, misgendering

Year: 1985

“If you two don’t get her to go to sleep, I’m shipping you off to Wayne’s for the night!” Pattie threatened.

Maggie had been screaming for the past hour, nothing doing the trick to console her. Stevie and Eddie had tried feeding her, changing her, rocking her, and everything else in between. They knew she was teething, so they tried giving her an array of toys to help soothe her, but she was even rejecting those.

The couple had school the following day, but they were debating on skipping again because of the lack of sleep they were each getting. Stevie was beginning to worry that her parents were going to kick them out—she knew her father couldn’t take much more of this. She was already pressing her luck by being a teen parent, never mind having both her child and husband staying there as well.

“Eds, can you try feeding her again?” Stevie pleaded.

“Stevie, my nipples are so fucking sore,” he whined.

“Please! She needs to go to sleep.”

“Jesus, fine.”

Eddie sat up in bed as Stevie set Maggie down in her husband’s arms. By the grace of god, she began eating and mellowed out. The parents sighed and sunk back into their bed’s headboard.

“You’re getting a fucking vasectomy,” Eddie mumbled. “I’m not doing this shit again.”

“Not getting pregnant?”

“Not having anymore babies. This is fucking exhausting.”

“But I want more kids.”

“You want more of these?”

“Yeah… is that bad?”

“Christ, Stevie.” Eddie gently ran his thumb along Maggie’s chubby cheek. “How many more are we talking?”

“I want six kids.”

“Six!? Nu-uh, no way!”

“Why? We’re great parents.”

“Let’s see how shit goes with Maggie first, and we’ll go from there. Deal?”

“Deal.”

A few months passed and the couple was finally getting a hang of being parents. Now that Maggie wasn’t teething, she was learning to walk, and even babbling, home life was becoming much easier. Pattie was helping out while they were at school, John would read to her when they did their homework, and Wayne would babysit when no one else was able. Their lives were finally coming together, despite the accident that was their daughter.

By June, the couple was set to graduate high school. Eddie had already been held back a year, which was expected after having Maggie. But the family didn’t care—if anything, it was more convenient that they were able to graduate together.

When the ceremony began, Eddie and Stevie walked side by side, with Eddie holding Maggie up on his hip. They had convinced their principal to have Maggie with them, and even got her a graduation gown and cap to match her parents.

While graduating high school was nothing more than an expectation for the Harrington’s, Wayne was beyond proud of Eddie for his accomplishment. Even with all the obstacles he had to overcome, he still managed to leave with a degree. The wife and the kid were just a little bonus.

The Harrington’s spent the summer in Hawkins with their friends, basking in the little time they had left before they were set to up and move to California. Stevie had gotten into UC Berkeley and Eddie had gotten a job working for a music producer. He may have just been a coffee runner, but he was happy to get the opportunity to know people in the industry.

The family moved out to California near the end of summer, Stevie getting special housing accommodations for her family. Berkeley had provided the Harrington clan with a two bedroom apartment, fully furnished with a kitchen and laundry in the basement of the building. John was paying for Stevie’s entire college education, as long as she kept her GPA above a three. He even said that if they ever wanted to move into a bigger place, he’d cover the costs.

Stevie may have never been close with her father growing up, but she firmly believed that he had a soft spot for his granddaughter. Who could blame him—everyone loved Maggie.

Right as winter break approached, Eddie decided to celebrate by surprising his wife with a special, adults-only evening. He hired a babysitter to take Maggie off their hands and Eddie made the whole evening about Stevie.

He made her dinner, rented her favorite movie, found a nice wine to try, and bought a bunch of candles to decorate their bedroom for their alone time. When dinner was all said and done, and they were up in their room, the entire world melted around them.

That was, until, Eddie felt the condom break.

“Shit, Stevie, get off me,” he panicked.

“What? What happened?” she hummed, blissed out.

“The stupid condom snapped—I feel you’re fucking cum in me. Get off, I need to go clean up.”

“Ed, stop panicking. You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, look how that turned out the first time.”

“Okay, but you love her, so it worked out.”

“Just because I love our kid doesn’t mean I want another one. Now move, Stevie, before I end up pregnant again.”

“Eddie–”

“Stephanie, I am not having another kid before I’m twenty!”

“Fine,” she whined as she rolled off him. “I love you, Eds. Thanks for tonight.”

“You’re gonna be asleep when I’m done showering, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm,” Stevie hummed. Eddie placed a kiss on her forehead and ran his hand through her hair.

“I love you too, baby. I’m gonna go wash out your swimmers.”

“Don’t be gross.”

“Too late.”

Eddie kept a close eye on his cycle for the following month, and for the first time in his life, he was thankful to get his period. He rejoiced with his wife at the fact that he wasn’t pregnant and they could return to their normal life.

Slowly, but surely, Eddie was making strides in the music industry. He scraped enough money together to rent some studio time, where he was able to put together a single on a cassette. He presented it to his boss, who happily sent it out to a handful of record labels, seeing if anyone would want to pick him up as a client.

It took a few months, but Eddie eventually heard back and he struck a deal with Capitol Records. They offered him a single album contract, and would be offering him more if he picked up a following. When his new manager, Billy, told him, he was buzzing from excitement—so much to the point where he immediately upheaved his lunch in the trash can.

“Fuck, ‘m alright,” he groaned.

“You sure, man?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, I’m, uh… I’m fine. Nerves just getting to me, I guess.”

“Well, pull it together. You’re gonna be big, kid.”

“I’m… aren’t I older than you?”

“I dunno, dude, maybe. But regardless, why don’t you take the rest of the day off. Head to urgent care or something and get yourself checked out—make sure you don’t have food poisoning or something.”

“I told you, it’s just nerves.”

“Still, go get checked out just to be safe. I can even drive you, if you need a ride.”

“Yeah, fine, let’s go.”

Eddie hopped in Billy’s Camaro and was dropped off at the closest urgent care center, where Billy just waited in the parking lot until he was done. Lucky for Eddie, the wait wasn’t long, so he was able to be seen within a few minutes.

“So, Mrs. Harrington–” Eddie cringed and chewed at his bottom lip. “What brings you in today?”

“I threw up at work and my boss just wants to make sure I’m okay. I feel a little queasy, but besides that, I’m fine.”

“Alright, we’ll figure out what’s going on. Just a few questions–”

“No, I’m not pregnant if that’s one of your questions.”

“Okay, so when was your last period?”

“A few weeks ago.”

“And how long did it last?”

“I dunno, three days?”

“And there’s no chance you could be pregnant?”

“I mean, no? My spouse and I had a condom break a few months back, but we took care of it immediately.”

“So you went to the doctor and got a Plan B?”

“What? No, I–”

“So there is a chance you could be pregnant?”

“No, I cleaned up immediately.”

“Mrs. Harrington…” Eddie rolled his eyes, but sat back and listened to the rambling doctor. “Just because you ‘cleaned up’ doesn’t stop you from getting pregnant. Let’s just take a test to be sure. If you’re so adamant that it’s going to be negative, then there shouldn’t be an issue.”

“Fine, but I don’t have to pee.”

“We can do a blood test. It’s more accurate that way, anyway.”

“I’d rather just pee,” he muttered.

“Then drink up and I’ll be back soon.”

After Eddie devoured nearly a liter of water, he requested to use the restroom. He did his business and continued to wait for the result. The thirty minutes dragged on, even though he knew what the result was going to be. Eventually, his doctor came back in, result in hand.

“Well, Mrs. Harrington, congratulations. You’re–”

“Not pregnant? I told you I wasn’t.”

“Eating for two…” the doctor trailed off.

“I’m… I’m sorry, it almost sounded like you said I was pregnant.”

“Yeah… because you are…”

“I… no, I can’t be. Please, say psych.”

“Mrs. Harrington–”

“Don’t fucking call me that. Tell me you’re joking and tell me I’m not pregnant,” he panicked. “I-I got my period. How can I be pregnant?”

“A bit of spotting is actually quite normal. The test is right here, if you wanna take a look. Two lines means it’s positive.” He showed Eddie the test strip, and two lines glared at him, clear as day.

“Oh, my fucking god…” he cried. “I can’t be pregnant again.”

“Again? Do you already have a child?”

“Yeah… she’s not even two. Oh my god!” Eddie sobbed into his hands, his breath getting caught in his throat. “I can’t do this again.”

“I mean, there are other options available.”

“I know, but my spouse would never want to go through with that…”

“Well, have a conversation with him and see what would work best for you two. While we’re here, would you like to get an ultrasound done? Just to see what’s what?”

“Might as well,” he sniffed.

“Alright, follow me down the hall and a tech should be with you shortly.”

“Thanks,” he grumbled.

He got situated on the exam table and blacked out for the remainder of the exam. It wasn’t until the ultrasound technician asked him a series of questions when he tuned back in.

“Ready to listen?” she smiled.

“I, um, yeah, I guess…”

He heard the thumping of the heartbeat over the speakers and tears spilled over his eyes. He didn’t want another baby. Not now. He couldn’t.

“Okay, that was Baby A. Ready for Baby B?”

“I’m sorry, what!?”

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #gay #st4 #lgbtq #lgbt pride #joe kerry #joseph quinn #stevie harrington #ftm eddie munson #mtf steve harrington #transgender #netflix #parent steddie #steddie #t4t steddie

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anxietysslave · 1 year

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Can you do Ethan winters again i really love how you write it

(Sorry this took so long- I've been working on other stories on wattpad, but thanks for being patient and requesting this! :))

Control (Ethan Winters X Y/N)

Y/N means your name,

Gender Neutral

You and Ethan have been married for years now. Mia and Ethan have divorced, but have never lost contact with each other. Until the whole Baker house, that is.. :)

Backstory: When Mia had offered for you to go with her on this babysitting job, you and Ethan thought it would be good and would be a good way to bond. What you didn't expect was for it to not be a babysitting job, and now you've become a test subject. They expected Eveline to kill you, but she chose you as her parent.

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Y/N's point of view:

A groan of pain left my lips as I sat up. Darkness surrounded me, along with the sound of running water. I brought my hand up to my head and forced myself to stand. I wobbled a little but ended up grabbing onto a nearby wall. I glanced around me to see... I was in some sort of basement. "W-Where... Where the hell am I?" I whispered. I continued to walk through the inky basement until I found some stairs. I forced myself up and opened the door. My eyes traveled along the empty living room to see no trace of life. My eyebrows furrowed.

'I was on the ship last, so how... How did I end up here?? Is there anyone nearby? And if so, can they help me?'

I heard footsteps approaching, which made me hide behind a wardrobe. "Fuck! Can't these things give me a break!?" A familiar voice yelled out as he slammed the door. I peeked my head around to see... My husband. My eyes widened. "E-Ethan?" My voice cracked. I stepped out from behind the wardrobe, which caused him to glance over. His eyes widened.

"Y-Y/N?" He whispered. "Ethan, what are y-you doing here?" I inquired. "In fact, where is here?" I added on. His eyebrows furrowed. "Y-You don't know where we're at??" He questioned. I shook my head. "I... Barely remember anything. I just awoke in some strange basement, and... Found you." I explained.

His eyes narrowed. "So, were you a part of the whole thing, too? This whole fake babysitting shit that she came up with?" He inquired. "B-Babysitting? I... No. It was never babysitting." I denied it as I shook my head. "I... I mean, Eveline is still a kid I had to watch over, but... She... Isn't a normal kid." I explained.

"Eveline? Who's Eveline?" He inquired. "I... I don't know where she is, but she was one subject on the ship with me. Mia... Mia tricked me and kept me as one of the subjects." I whispered. "I... Remember little, but... The ship crashed, and then I awoke here." I explained. His eyes widened. "W-Wait, she... She tricked you?" He asked.

I nodded slowly. "I don't... Know how long it's been, nor do I know where this is." I admitted. "Can... Can you tell me?" I added on. His fists clenched as he glanced down. "We're... We're in Louisiana. Mia called me and told me to come to pick you two up." He explained. "It's... It's been two years since you left." He whispered. My eyes widened. "Tw-Two years? No... No, that's impossible!" I denied frantically. "Hey, hey, it's alright. We're together now, and we'll find a way out of this godforsaken place." He reassured as he walked forward. He reached out for my face, which caused me to flinch away. "S-Sorry.." I whispered. "Don't apologize." He reassured.

"Oh, is this daddy?" A child-like voice rang. My head shot up to see... Eveilne walking down the stairs. I started stepping back. "Y/N? What's wrong??" Ethan questioned. Eveline walked towards me, which made me continue to go backward. "Stay... Stay away from me!" I shouted.

"What's wrong, Parent?" Eveline questioned. "Do I need to put daddy in his place?" She questioned. I tripped and tumbled backward. Eveline leaned over me. "You're supposed to be my parent. So why are you running from me? Is it daddy? Do I need to put him in his place?" She inquired. "Stay away from him, Eveline!" I exclaimed. "What... What do you even want from me!?" I added. "You agreed to be my parent. Which means you have to follow through with your role. Or do I need to teach you a lesson?" She questioned. "No! Stay back!" I shouted as she reached out to me. Everything went black.

3rd person point of view:

Y/N stumbled to stand up. "Y/N, what the hell is going on!?" Ethan shouted. Y/N started laughing. "You really think you can interfere with this family?" They questioned as they glanced at Ethan. His eyes widened as their e/c was no longer the beautiful e/c he fell in love with. They were now a dark black, with no emotion in them. Their skin became ghostly pale, and a sinister smile lay on their lips.

"Y/N..." Ethan whispered as he stepped back. "What's wrong, dear?" They questioned as they picked up a knife. "We can be a family now. Just you, me, and Eveline. Isn't that what you've always wanted? A family?" They questioned. "You came all this way. So why don't you just relax and join us for dinner?" They questioned.

"No... You stay the fuck away from me, whoever you are!" Ethan shouted. "You are not Y/N!" He added on. They frowned and ran at him. They raised the knife up and jabbed it through Ethan's shoulder. He screamed out in pain as he tried to throw them off of him. "You're so ungrateful! Eveline chose you as her father, and you dare to say no!?" They screamed out.

"Y/N! I know you're in there! Don't let her take control of you! Please!" Ethan's voice cracked. They raised the blade again, but Ethan grabbed it. "You're never like this! So come on, come back to me! Kick Eveline out!" He screamed. Y/N's eyes blinked before their color returned. They glanced around frantically before their eyes widened. "Oh... Oh god... I'm... I'm so sorry... I..." They whispered as their eyes filled with tears. They turned around and ran away. "Wait! No! Come back!" Ethan shouted as he chased after them.

Y/N's point of view:

'Oh god, what did I do?? I just... I just harmed my husband... And I could easily do it again. I need to get away from him. I'm a danger to him. I don't know if Eveline will take control again if I see him... And if she does, what if I kill him? I can't... I can't take that risk.'

Tears fell from my eyes as I rushed into a random bedroom. I closed the door behind me quietly and locked it. I slid down the door. "Y/N, where'd you go?? Please come back! I can't lose you again!" Ethan cried out. "I know you didn't mean to! This wasn't your fault! It was Eveline's! So please, please come out." He begged desperately. I buried my face in my hands.

*Small time skip... Sorry...*

I lifted my head up as silence bounced through the room. I forced myself to stand up and unlocked the door. I opened the door and piqued my head to see the coast was clear. I sighed in relief.

'Now i need to find a place to go where I won't hurt him or anyone else...'

I stepped out of the room and walked along the wooden floorboards. I peaked around the hallway to see no trace of him. A scream left my lips as I felt arms wrap around my waist. "Shh, it's just me." Ethan's voice rang. I felt my heartbeat speed up as I struggled to get away. "Hey, hey it's alright. I'm not mad at you." He whispered.

"No... You don't understand! If Eveline... If Eveline comes back, I'll hurt you again!" I yelled out as tears filled my eyes. He gently brought me to the floor and held me close to him. "It will not happen, alright? Just take a deep breath, and everything's going to be alright." He reassured.

"What if I kill you, Ethan?" I inquired. "Then it's still not your fault. We're going to get out of this together, alright? I'm... I'm infected by the mold as well, so we're stuck together, anyway." He explained. I felt my eyes widen. "No... No, you can't be infected." I whispered. "I am. So let's not fight, and work together, alright?" He suggested.

"But-" I started. "No buts. Let's get out of this together, alright?" He suggested. "I'm... I'm sorry." I blurted out. "No, no, there's no need to be sorry. It wasn't you, it was her, alright?" He reassured. "I've bandaged it, and it's all better now, alright? So it's not the end of the world. But if we stay here, it will be. So what do you say to getting out of here together?" He suggested gently. "I... Alright..." My voice croaked. He smiled. "Good. And after this, I'll take you somewhere nice." He promised as he helped me up.

(Sorry this is so short- Hopefully, you enjoy it, and don't be afraid to request! My request board is pinned, and all the characters and fandoms I will right for are there! Have a wonderful day/night!)

#ethan winters x reader #resident evil #x reader #foryoupage

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pikaflute · 11 months

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okay i did my superball headcanons now time for my other pookie (flint paper)

older than sam and max but not by much, probably like early to mid 50s

divorced twice, it's fine though

trained in like martial arts, i think he should be allowed to throw people around more (normal)

actually enjoys sam and max company. partially because he is insane but also because they're funny to him. like haha you boys throwing anvils on people? that's good love is love

he likes men and women. thats my truth. we will ship superball with him if its the last thing i fucking do!!!!

probably gets love letters from ladies and men who he helped on cases or flirted with to get info. and also max. a majority of them are from max. he can tell because they're misspelled

i think he needs to be hairy. for my sake. i also don't think he shaves. again im normal. normal poster

i think he had a mullet when he was younger. one day he asks for help cleaning his office and sam and max find that picture of him in college with one and they go HUH and he goes oh yeah that was me and sam and max both desire him more carnally

he does classy drinking. he has like cognac and whiskey in office and those fancy decanters but will occasionally like down a bottle of vodka

user pikaflute when she hasn't said a character is from new jersey in the past twenty minutes: hey guys i think flint paper is-

has had to get his office fixed over twenty times. the landlord hates him but flint pays his (and sam and max's cause god knows they don't pay rent) rent so far in advance he is never getting kicked out

speaking of, he's probably rich. he's good at solving cases and threatening individuals pays a lot. even though sometimes he works on a "hunch" he's always proven right.

he's an only child. thats why he's crazy.

probably knows a bunch of languages for investigating. one time max hears flint speaking french and max is like "hes going to speak french to me while in bed" and sam goes "wait in fucking line"

probably did gymnastics as a teen. explains why he's so nimble and good at fighting. AND HOT

drinks coffee but so black it's still coffee grounds. he orders this from (girl) stinky all the time and she's like "im throwing this pot at you" and he's like "good! i need a pick me up!"

he did modeling at one point on his life on the side before becoming a full time investigator. if sam and max ever find those shoots they're going to fucking die

when sam and max were first moving in, flint did an entire background search on them and when he met them for the first time he told him everything he found out and sam and max both fell in love with him instantly.

one time he works on a case with sam and max and it causes so much property damage that the three of them are permanently banned from staten island

cannot cook to save his life. he asked sam if spaghetti is supposed to be black and sam was like "i....maybe not."

very good with kids surprisingly. he babysits for sam and max and asks geek if she wants like water or anything while he beats a guy up and she's like "i'm....good."

one time when sam and max actually did their job and brought a criminal into jail they saw flint in there and he was in the process of breaking out and he's like "hey boys! can you unlock the door for me?" and they both went "anything for you."

he 100% knows sam and max want him so bad it's not even funny. it's flattering to him

he doesn't drive. he just walks to places and somehow gets there faster than a car

also has a tattoo somewhere, probably on his back. i don't know of what, i'm just homo okay?

listens to jazz mainly. it fits the noir aesthetic. his office reeks of cigarettes.

[walks up to the mic] sock garters [everyone cheers]

he's autistic and he stims by shooting and beating people up. I'm only like half joking

i think hes shorter than superball by like an inch. so 5'8

i don't think he's played a video game since the 90s. he's a light gun shooter master though.

i also don't think he knows anything about modern pop culture at all. half the shit max says to him might as well be in a different language

sleeps naked cause he's Like That

doesnt like horror movies. they just make him angry and upset

#sam and max

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beezusvreeland · 5 months

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a very good idea - chapter 4

summary: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader

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Chapter 4

You had more homework than the regular person and not just because you were taking some advanced classes. Before your side hustle, you would babysit kids in your neighborhood during the week and work as a waitress on events organized by your brother-in-law’s catering business on the weekends.

You’ve had summer jobs before, but when high school came around, your mom got really sick and it took doctors a few months to come to the conclusion that she was exhausted. The burnout type of exhaustion. She started seeing a psychiatrist and, stubborn as always, went right back to her two jobs. You and your sister Jenna had to bargain a lot, but at last convinced her to quit at least one of them and let the two of you help her.

All the money from the babysitting and waitressing went to house and health bills, mostly your mom’s. You very quickly realized that, unless you got an all inclusive scholarship, your chances of going to college were zero to none. Attending college had been your dream since you were a kid, when you’d watch reruns of Felicity with Jenna, both of you fascinated with all the classes and drama the protagonist went through. Your mom didn’t have the opportunity to go to college and, when your sister’s time came, she chose to focus on working in restaurants, learning as much as she could so she could open her bakery someday. When she met her husband Mike, they united their toothbrushes and business aspirations. Now he would organize events and she would develop a menu for them. You’ve loved the way they were each other’s biggest fans. They were your idea of what a loving relationship should be. Mikes were really hard to find, though.

The first time you hung out at Harry’s Manhattan penthouse, some of his friends were there. You thought maybe you and Harry could watch a movie and spend time with each other, but obviously that wouldn’t happen.

Harry was different when his friends were around: louder, he would drink more and more arrogant, whatever it took for boys like Flash Thompson and Eddie Brock to laugh and agree with him.

Flash was complaining about how he had to turn in an essay about the Wall Street Crash of 1929.

“It’s so fucking boring, who cares what happened literally a hundred years ago”, Flash said, like doing the paper was the worse thing could ever happen to someone. “The only interesting thing about Wall Street is the Wolf and Margot Robbie.”

It took a lot of effort for you not to roll your eyes.

“Don’t turn that shit in, then”, Eddie said, making Harry laugh and shake his head.

“My dad said that if I don’t get at least a C, I can kiss the Dubai trip goodbye.”

“A C?”, you gasped, in spite of yourself.

“I know right, it fucking sucks”, Flash looked at you, all serious.

That was a little too much for you. Forgetting to care how Harry and his friends perceived you for a moment, you said: “Gosh, I could write a C type of essay about anything in an hour”.

“Well, write mine, then.”

You finally gave into the need to roll your eyes, then looked at him.

“For 200 dollars I just might”, you joked.

However, Flash took his wallet from his back pocket and gave the money to you. Just like that. Like it was nothing. It probably was nothing to him, but to you, that money was really valuable. That’s how you have justified your hustle since then: you would write reports and essays for some of the rich kids from school and earn enough to help out at home and save for college. It was a perfect scheme, unless someone found out, which you (and your clients, really) have been really careful to prevent.

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After an hour inside the library, you still had to finish a book report of your own, so you took your things and decided to go to the basketball court. Miguel’s practice hadn’t even started yet, he and some other boys, including Miles, paid attention to what their coach was saying.

You climbed a few steps and sat at the bleachers. Before opening your copy of Hamlet , you observed your surroundings. Besides the basketball team, there were a few freshman kids ready to watch the practice, as well as some girls you recognized from the hallways.

The coach whistled loudly and the boys clapped their hands, scattering through the court to start playing. Miles saw you and waved. Miguel turned to see who his friend was smiling at, his eyes finding yours. You gave him a shy wave, which he responded to with a nod, turning back to his teammates.

You felt disappointed at that. Your mind was telling you to stop being stupid, that you had no business having any expectations at all. But you also remembered his smile a few hours before, at lunch. He had a really beautiful smile. You wished it wasn’t a rare occurrence.

You tried to focus on the book, which you had already read, a pencil and a highlighter in hand. During your reading process, you used post-its to mark pages that had scenes and dialogues that could be useful remembering while writing the report. You always felt grateful to your past self.

Sounds of sneakers gliding on the court’s shiny floor and the ball being thrown and caught filled your ears in an almost relaxing way.

“Why is she even here?”, you heard a voice saying not so quietly on your right.

You pretended not to hear, struggling to read the same sentence for the third time.

“Probably trying to find a rebound”, the two girls laughed at the pun. “It’s kind of desperate, if you ask me.”

Dealing with Harry was hard enough, but people you have never spoken to before? Who were they to say anything about you? Why did they even care? And, most of all, why did those stupid comments hurt you?

“Hey!”

Looking up, your eyes meet Miguel’s again, but this time he climbs the steps, stopping one before where you were. He took his hoodie off, the white shirt underneath going up with it, before coming down all together. It was so quick, but you swore seeing a part of his six pack awakened something in you.

Miguel put his hand through his hair, trying to put it back in place. He proceeded to fold his hoodie and get on his knees, his long arms offering it to you.

“Can you hold this for me?”, Miguel asked, sounding so sweet, yet another thing you weren’t prepared for. He was so close to you, you could see a few of his sweat droplets in great detail.

“Yeah”, you nodded, feeling his hand palm one of your cheeks, while his lips kissed the other.

He went back to the court in what felt like too soon. You put your hand where his was just a moment before, you could feel the heat spread through your face. Back at the court, Miguel was smiling at himself and, next to you, the girls stood in absolute silence.

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windovvaving · 8 months

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montego dalian armas mariscal.

triggers: gifted kid burnout

headcanons / history:

born to boy chains of fortune member alvaro armas mariscal & a groupie after a one night stand, montego spent his formative years on the road. the band broke up before montego even really could form permanent memories, so he really only remembers denver.

not to say he doesn't have memories of touring, they were just all in the summer when school was out. made those "what did you kids do last summer" questions from teachers real interesting.

even without his mother, montego never felt unloved. he had his dad & that was enough for him.

spent his school years coasting through, never really needing to study. his best subject was always math, the equations making straightforward sense.

every teacher said he'd make a good accountant since he was so quick at math.

when montego hit sophmore year of high school, he started struggling. things weren't coming as easily anymore. he had to get tutoring to pass with a grade he was proud of.

his whole life had been about math. it was the one thing he was super good at & now he was mediocre. the same as everyone else.

this led to him trying to find another thing to excel at. he never really found it. it was like that drive that made him good at things had disappeared.

when it comes to what he wanted as a career, montego has tried it all: all of the arts, hockey & baseball, finance, truck driving, podcasting. nothing has really brought him that spark that makes him want to turn it into a career. the closest he ever got was babysitting, but unless he found someone to nanny for fulltime, it's not exactly a paycheck he could live off of.

which is why he still lives with his dad.

montego found a job as a host at an upscale restaurant not too long of a drive from home. it's not much, but it's a paycheck from a place he doesn't hate being at.

he still doesn't know what career he wants, leading to feelings of being left behind as he looks around & sees so many others his age settling into the rest of their lives.

now that school is over, montego is able to leave all the feelings about needing perfection & never finding it behind. he can chill out now that the pressure of a grade is over.

however, that's kind of led to him being a bit too laid-back. as long as nothing's on fire & no one's injured beyond repair, he's just going to let it happen. very laissez-faire.

there is one exception to his laissez-faire attitude: the twins. he loves his little siblings to death!! he never knew how much he would want to be an older brother until esperanza and bastien were born around two years ago. nothing's going to happen to them while he's around.

if presented w/ an open-ended question, he'll waffle around the answer. but if it's a yes or no, he's more likely to give a straight answer.

once he's committed to doing something, it's getting done. this can be both positive (you'll never have to worry about him forgetting your plans) & a negative (he'll make the decision to try a new hobby & even if he hates it, he'll spend all night finishing the project).

wanted connections:

a maternal figure! not necessarily a woman ( or fem-presenting enby ) who took on a motherly role for him in his childhood, but more so a woman who was around every so often so montego latched on.

acquaintances! people who wouldn't call each other friends, but are on a first name basis.

friends! he's been in denver pretty much his whole life, so anyone who came at any point could be his friend. could be from school, work, hanging around town, the neighborhood, etc.

regulars! those who come into the restaurant often enough that they could recognize each other on sight.

romantic interest! i imagine montego & the romantic interest had been pining for a while & they've finally broken the seal & started dating, but am totally up for other ideas if you'd like to ship.

if you’re hearing QUARTER LIFE CRISIS by TAYLOR BICKETT playing, you have to know MONTEGO ARMAS MARISCAL (CISMALE; HE/HIM) is near by! the TWENTY-FOUR year old RESTAURANT HOST has been in denver for, like, PRETTY MUCH HIS WHOLE LIFE. they’re known to be quite RECKLESS, but being RELIABLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble TYLER ALVAREZ. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WAFFLE HOUSE AT FOUR AM, LAISSEZ-FAIRE, & NOTEBOOKS FULL OF FAILED IDEAS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the DOWNTOWN DISTRCIT long enough!

#chq;intro #montego armas mariscal;; all #montego armas mariscal;; headcanons #//#undiagnosed audhd vibes bc my asd always has to creep in & make itself known in every character i write

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 months

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Ok a small break from the Dragon AU XD

Remember my sad ship ending drabbles for the Poppy ships? How Poppy reacted to the plan to dip Toontown and how her weasels tried to deal with the elephant in the room? What if Lottie was a part of their stragety??

I'm not sure how old Lottie would be during the events of the movie. I like to think that she's still a baby or a tiny tot at this point, meaning Poppy gets to babysit... Probably quite a lot now, too, with the weasels having to focus on Doom's orders. And although Poppy is more than happy to help out, or even just spend time with her neice, she knows that something isn't quite right... Until Lottie shows her a drawing she made, or invites her to play a game, and Poppy shoves her thoughts to the back of her head to think about later (only to forget them in Lottie's presence).

Of course, this has plenty of dark potential. Baby Lottie being used as an unsuspecting aide to keep Poppy in the dark. Smartass coming to this realization himself. The weasel(s) that Poppy is with seeing how easily distracted she is with a child and realizing they could use it, etc... But I couldn't get this image out of my head XD

Poppy: Hey, Smarty, is something going on at home?

Smartass: Whatcha mean?

Poppy: Well, it's not that I don't mind watching over Lottie. It's just that I've noticed you guys have been asking me to take care of her a lot more lately.

Smartass: *internal panic kicks in* ... Yeah?

Poppy: *nodding* Mhm. And... I have started to see you guys make the headlines more and more.

Smartass: *wondering where the hell is Wheezy with Lottie? How long does it take to get the baby out of the truck???* Is that right?

Poppy: Yes... Smartass, is there... Something going on-

Wheezy: *finally shows up with baby Lottie in hand* Hey, Pops. Thanks-

Smartass: *carefully rips Lottie from her unkles arms before offering her to Poppy* Yeah well we love to chat! But we gotta-

Poppy: *gladly takes Lottie and holds her* Oh of course!! You boys have your jobs to do! Don't let the little one and I stop you. She will be just fine here!

Lottie: *happy baby sounds*

Smartass: *shoving Wheezy down the stairs* Great! See you two at eight!-

I! love! this!!

And I can't decide- whether I like the idea of Smartass willingly using his kid to distract Poppy-- or the other weasels all using Lottie to distract Poppy without him knowing that's what they're doing. He thinks they're just utilising a good babysitter, but really Greasy-Wheezy-and-Psycho decided together that this was a good way to keep Poppy from thinking. Them agreeing to keep the real reason they're encouraging Smartass to just leave Lottie behind with Pops all the time even on easy non-dangerous errands. He doesn't need to know.

I like both the ideas XD They're both fun to explore XD

#Stupid is pretty much none-the-wiser either way 😅

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x-authorship-x · 1 year

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What would Shisui x Zabuza look like to you?

Hey Anon~

It looks like a damn good time to me 😂

There's four fics, I think, on this pairing on AO3 and I've probably read all of them...? It's been a while

Tbh, if people are interested, I might do one of those "rank character" thingies and post it here because then you'd all see that Zabuza is very high up my list. I have a great love for him with Kisame, too. Who am I kidding, I'll ship almost anyone if it's good 😂

Anyway!

Zabuza:

He's loyal 😤 this man loves his village so much that he's attempting a coup to yank it back onto course, he literally made a political statement as a kiddo by massacring his class (which is like, the innocents? But also hardcore)

Rocking single dadhood, he's so gruff and yet cares deeply (idgaf about canon dialogue let me have this), Haku and Itachi were BORN to be conjoined at the hip (it's genuinely a wonder that Sasuke didn't have an aneurysm from the similarities of personality to pre-massacre Itachi)

How the fuck does he hold that sword??? His back must be insane and Kishi just didnt have the time to render it properly. Imagine Shisui running up the sword in Shunshin? Excellent 👏

He is willing to do anything for his beliefs. Shisui has met his match. Also, Zabuza has an extremely hard won loyalty but when you have it? He will KILL you if you die on him, Shisui deserves this ❤️‍🔥

Shisui would probably meet them on a job, maybe Zabuza is really hard done by when Haku is younger because he can't contribute to income/fighting and Zabuza is distracted with protecting him (possibly impacting Haku's determination to be a useful weapon) and Shisui Shunshins into the fight. Zabuza has this moment of "oh shit a leaf brat" and then that immediately turns into "oh shit THAT leaf brat" because maybe Ao already has a Shisui-grudge. Shisui is breathtakingly fast, he absolutely slaughters the enemy, and Zabuza is like fuck okay Haku you run with the money and get as far from here as you can, he knows that if he doesn't kill Shisui then there's no way Haku can evade him.

Shisui, who is the favoured Uchiha both with babysitting and outside of the Clan, catches Haku very gently. Figures out what's going on. Has Zabuza considered joining or subcontracting to Konoha? Zabuza will do anything for Kiri, even working with her enemy because the current Kiri isn't the one he's concerned about but the Kiri that will come after... Voila! You have Haku being aggravatingly (to Zabuza, Shisui is loving this) starry eyed over Shisui's speed, Zabuza is reluctantly impressed with him, and Shisui is... Well. Enamoured. He doesnt know many men who would tear down the system just to lovingly reforge it afresh. Makes him want to do the same with Konoha... But no, surely not~

A great ship, Anon!

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #shisui #shisui shipping #zabuza #haku #shisui x zabuza

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kkokichiomaa · 2 years

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Хедканоны Кокичи и Шуичи!

Here are head canon for Shuchi and Kokichi, I do ship the two and the Omasai ship will have head canon to.

Вот несколько головных канонов для корабля сайома. Я думаю, что Кокичи и Шуичи хорошо вместе, и если ты не согласен… почему ты здесь?

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⚠️THIS DOES INCLUDE NSFW.(There is SFW as well, don't worry)⚠️

PREFERABLLY 16+

(Filthy stuff coming your way.)

KOKICHI HEADCANONS (sfw)

~ He is really clingy, he likes being around his boyfriend.

~ He enjoys cuddling and spending time with Shuichi, but when Shuichi goes to the office to work Kokichi gets lonely and bored really fast.

~ He loves attention, he will annoy Shuichi until he gets what he wants.

~ For some reason stuffed animals are just his thing.

~ He doesn't know how to cook or even drive. He failed his drivers test 4 times, and nearly killed an elderly woman.

~ He loves grape fanta(Obviously.)and has a whole stash just for his bottles.

~ He and D.I.C.E go pranking the second they get the chance to.

~ Kokichi begs Shuichi to have Shuichi go with him and D.I.C.E on their pranking spree.

~ Kokichi has committed pretty much every existing crime. Don't believe me? Look at his criminal record.

~ He likes to give Shuichi little pecks on the lips every time he leaves to go somewhere in the house, as if he's leaving for eternity.🙄

~ Kokichi has a lot of energy and sometimes it can annoy Shuichi when he is trying to do At-home-work.

~ He has a big ol' fit when he doesn't get his way. It's like babysitting a toddler.

~ He gets very impatient. He doesn't like when Shuichi takes forever to do something.

~ He gives his boyfriend surprise attacks occasionally. They are more like Heart attacks for Shuichi.

~ Sometimes when they go out, Kokichi will blast his favourite music in the car the whole time. Shuichi can't even get 3 minutes to listen to a Documentary.

~ Kokichi wants to get a white cat, and name him Dice and even get a little checkered bandana to put on him. But Shuichi has allergies. Still Kokichi tries to convince him to say yes, nothing yet. But this is Kokichi... He'll beg for it until he gets it.

~ He is a bed hog. He takes up all the space in the bed and has poor Shuichi on the floor.

~ Kokichi is actually painfully mistaken for a female 24/7. He just goes with it since he is tired of correcting them.

~ He loves movie night with his boyfriend on the couch with some popcorn and drinks.

~ He yells at Shuichi to be careful when washing his Uniform. Gotta be careful with a Supreme Leader's belongings...

~ Kokichi had a job at Walmart but got fired for almost committing arson in the break room.

~ He loves horror movies!

~ He hates kids. Absolutely despises them.

~ He doesn't like thunderstorms. The noises and lights scare him. So he needs Shuichi's comfort. But sometimes Shuichi isn't home on those nights.. so he'll call him, just to hear his voice that it'll all be okay.

~ He will sometimes hug a pillow and wrap his arms around it, pretending that it's Shuichi while he is as work.

~ Sometimes when they are out in public girls will flirt with Shuichi and Kokichi shoos them away and rubs in their face that he is taken.(Purr, as you should kichi!)

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KOKICHI HEADCANONS (nsfw)

~ He is actually a Switch. Shuichi gets submissive and flustered enough for him to top him and do his thing.😉

~ He is accepting and won't do anything Shuichi doesn't want to do when he is Topping. He respects Shuichi.

~ He likes to use toys, especially when he is topping.

~ He dresses in Lingerie for Shuichi when he is the bottom for the night. It makes him look better and he actually likes how his body looks in it.

~ He likes to use dirty talk. All kinds of filthy things come out of that boys mouth.

~ He will fluster Shuichi in public, sometimes Shuichi gets a little... erected and they have to take it to the nearest bathroom.

~ He knows all of Shuichi's good spots. It's easy for him tease.

~ He really likes Shuichi's moans, it turns him on more which sometimes causes him to switch to a top during sex.

~ He is very needy.

~ He secretly records Shuichi's moans for later so he can jack off to it later.

~ He fucks himself to pictures of Shuichi he has only been caught a few times... and that's how they get started to business.

~ "Ah~.. uh~ K.kokichi.. fuck~ it feels so g.good.." "Oh yeah?~ Then moan my name louder baby~.."

~ He loves to seduce Shuichi.

~ Kokichi does have a couple kinks. Not overly weird ones.

~ He enjoys being the submissive one very much. Same goes for when he is being dominate. He could never really stay... a bottom. He did stay the bottom for the beginning of their relationship a few years ago. But he just loves topping his boyfriend.

~ When he's riding Shuichi, he will suddenly start slamming himself down onto him and then he stops and laughs. That's just how he likes to edge Shuichi.

~ He likes it dry. But not all the time because sometimes He'll get horny like and hour just after they fucked. So then that's when he needs lube or what have you.

~ He likes using words like "Baby, Darling, Love, Sweetheart". During sex and just regularly.

~ He will do anything Shuichi wants, because Shuichi does have his dominate moments...

~ He likes being degraded and praised so sometimes Shuichi will call him: "Whore, My slut". You get the idea.

~ He doesn't really last long because Shuichi can get really rough which he likes.

~ He gets turned on only by things Shuichi will say or do.

~ He lied about being not being a virgin on their first time. It seemed to have upset Shuichi a little and Kokichi is able to see the change of behaviour when he stated that he wasn't a virgin. But really he was. He told him the truth and actually lost his virginity to Shuichi.

~ He is a twink.🥰

~ He actually tried to go to work with Shuichi once and they got caught making out and Kokichi was banished from the Office.🤭

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SHUICHI'S HEADCANONS (sfw)

~ He has to go to work, and he does get upset that he has to leave his boyfriend behind all the time.

~ He always has to have his morning coffee.

~ He is very slender and likes to take care of himself.(AND KOKICHI.)

~ He's focused on his detective work. He likes to be early and get things done quickly.

~ He's very shy.

~ He loves to spend time with his boyfriend, he loves being around him... even if he doesn't show it that much.

~ He keeps to himself more than he should, and Kokichi doesn't like that. Kokichi doesn't show any mercy when Shuichi is sad or upset.

~ He loves little kisses and hugs from Kokichi.

~ He gets flirted with a lot. And well... Kokichi doesn't just let that slide. 😇

~ He gives Kokichi piggy back rides when they go somewhere for a little Date.

~ He loves the rain, both him and Kokichi do!

~ He loves thunder, but he knows Kokichi doesn't.

~ He is a comforting boyfriend and will do anything for Kokichi. He cares for Kokichi very much.

~ He likes night drives.

~ He enjoys being teasing Kokichi. But it never works out the way he wants it to because Kokichi always finds a way to turn the tables!

~ He likes mellow music.

~ He enjoys writing and even trained his non-dominate hand to write, colour and draw.

~ He gets flustered very easily.

~ He used to want to be an officer. But he never got the chance since his uncle made him do detective work. And that's just what he does for a living.

~ He has to put up with D.I.C.E and their pranks. And Shuichi is just over it. But he finds it cool Kokichi has his own organization. But he just won't participate in pranks!

~ He takes pictures of Kokichi's graffiti work and keeps it all in an album on his phone. Kokichi makes him come see his graffiti.

~ He doesn't enjoy socialization.

~ He hates being first for anything.

~ He gets paid well for what he does!

~ He loves Kokichi's company.

~ He will act very clingy on some days, it's not rare but it's not common for him.

~ He really wants to marry Kokichi. It will grow their relationship. He's sure Kokichi would want to expand their relationship as well. But they never talk about it. Maybe he should bring it up sometime.

"Hey, Kokichi?"

"Hmmm? Yes my love?"

"We never talk about it but... what do you think about.. marriage?.."

"Marriage! Ooo~ You wanna marry meeee?~ Nehe!"

"Ah!- I.. Ye- No!- I don't know!.. Aah!"

"Calm dooown~ I'm not sureee. You're right, we never really talk about it... hmm... I'll let you know when I'm ready! Kay'?"

"O-okay! Thank you Kokichi.."

"No problem cutie!"

~ He is camera shy. Sometimes Kokichi will record them just having fun and Shuichi get's very shy.

~ He tries to be there for Kokichi, even if he isn't actually there.

~ He is like Gordon Ramsay in as a teenager. He is very good at cooking.

~ He cries himself to sleep quite often because of things that happen at work. Kokichi is always there for him though. Which makes him feel better.

~ He likes to play board games with Kokichi.

~ He likes smoothies!

~ He doesn't really like kids, but he doesn't hate them like Kokichi does. The kids like him.

~ He caught Kokichi doing his hair in the bathroom. He looked like an angry grandma with the curlers in his hair.

~ He is allergic to pets, and Kokichi wants a cat... He is still thinking about it.

~ He always has to do his eyeliner. He really likes how it looks.

~ He is insecure about his ahoge. Ever since he was a child that little piece of hair always stuck up. He wears a hat all the time in public.

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SHUICHI'S HEADCANONS (nsfw)

~ He is a Switch! He mostly tops though. Kokichi gets him submissive but he still tops more.

~ He likes being both, he enjoys being the bottom because of how Kokichi acts. He loves Kokichi's voice.

~ He gets turned on rarely but the little things that only Kokichi does gets him excited.

~ He really loves Kokichi's moans. They sound nice and loud. He gets very loud. And he knows it's out of pure pleasure.

"Agh~! Ah~! Shuchi~! Shuich..i..~ Shu..!~ Fuuuck~ Ahhha~"

(Yeah... It get's louder though.)🤭

~ He likes being praised, it really turns him on more while having sex. He never says it. But Kokichi will Praise him while he's dominate and it makes him more dominate.

~ He likes fucking Kokichi. I don't know man... he loves it.

~ He's all shy and stutters before sex but then they have this hot make-out session then fuck. Then his whole mood changes.. how he acts and behaves.

~ When he is on the bottom he moans loud. But not quite as loud as Kokichi. And Kokichi seems to really like Shuichi's moans.

~ He likes when Kokichi wears Lingerie... he thinks Kokichi looks very nice in it.

~ He is respectful while having sex. Extremely respect and supportive.

~ He will never not stop something if Kokichi doesn't like it. It hasn't happened yet, but if it does he will stop doing it and never do it again.

~ He likes to take his time.

~ He is gentle, for the most part.

~ Kokichi tends to get him flustered in public and sometimes... he needs a blow-job in a near by restroom. Then they walk out like nothing happened.😇

~ He looks really sexy when he in dominating Kokichi. My guy just built different.

~ Sometimes Kokichi will ask for "More" and Shuichi will slap his ass or do something (Depending on the position.) and tell him to beg for it.

~ He uses toys on Kokichi. He used a dildo on Kokichi and made out with him to tease once.

~ He LOVES teasing Kokichi.

~ His dick is pretty big. Bigger than a regular sized penis.

~ He likes how Kokichi feels inside him when he is on the bottom. It's a good feeling anyways.

~ Kokichi is loud since Kokichi always asks for it dry. He doesn't want to hurt Kokichi but Kokichi always insists that it doesn't. He knows it does.

~ He is afraid of hurting Kokichi all the time. It's his biggest fear. But Kokichi is drowned in so much pleasure so quickly that pain doesn't even exist anymore.

~ He likes to pin Kokichi to the wall and give him hickeys. That's only usually when he is horny. And ready to have sex.

~ He lost his virginity the first time Kokichi fucked him. He knows Kokichi lost his when he fucked Kokichi.

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