#so that they can get groups of teens with nothing better to do than watch some new marvel movie that's always in fucking theatres-

[gatorbites-imagines]

I'm back wayy too early, Just as promised!👍🏻

How are you?

Would you like to explain, in the Reader of your choice that "Flaxans' king is kinda..", mister?🤨📸

Aaand that's It for now, drink some water mr. Allig-author, I'll do the same.

See you in the close future! ~💙🌺✨

Flaxan Leader x antihero male reader

Headcanons

straight up cant find any flaxan gifs

What do you mean 🤨📸 I said what I said 🗣️

Reader is kinda based on Deadpool, but with some tweaks. Insert also flaxan headcanons, cuz I thought it was funny.

Working with teen team had never really been something you planned to do. You were more of an antihero than an outright hero. Majority of the public didn’t even know about your existence, since most of your dirty work was done in the shadows.

But seeing as the guardians of the globe weren’t responsive, and you had been in this business for a long time, Cecil called in a favor you owed him, which lead to you fighting alongside this group of young heroes.

To you it felt like being a caretaker or kindergarten teacher, since you were older than all of them with a lot more knowledge and experience. Your lack of care about spilling blood and killing seemed to unnerve a few of them, invincible being one of them.

Your regeneration seemed to shock the flaxans you fought, as they’d blow your head off with their blasters, or would slice your limbs off, only for them to regrow in seconds as your damaged body kept on fighting.

Invincible may have scarred his face, but you were the one the one who would become the flaxan leader fought head on. You may not have super strength like some of the others, but your expertise made you even more of a bother to fight.

Since we know nothing about flaxans, let’s say that they flirt through sparring or fighting, so you being your joking usual Deadpool self could be seen as advances of some kind. The kiss you blow him as they flee the first time doesn’t help your case.

After the first invasion, I can already imagine the likes of invincible freaking out a little or a lot about how easily you kill and how you make a joke out of everything. It results in you having to give these young heroes a reality check, that being a hero isn’t easy, and that they’ll probably end up killing more people than they save. That’s your feelings about it anyways.

The second invasion has you involved again, since your extreme healing factor also means you barely need to sleep, eat or drink, as your body keeps itself going without issue. And once again you end up fighting the flaxan leader, whose now got a different look.

The first words that leave your mouth is ooing and awing, purring that you like em a little grey so you are happy to see him. All the talking you did during your first battle also meant that the flaxans, or maybe rather the leader, has a much better understanding of human speech.

The second invasion ends like the first, except the leader is too busy fighting with you to focus on invincible and atom eve, so Robot ends up finding their weakness on his own. Sometime during the fight your mask also ends up getting ripped off, letting you plant a big kiss on the flaxan leader’s forehead before they flee.

When members of the teen team ask why the hell you did that, you just shrug and make some comment about how you two “have a connection”. Its clearly a joke, because you take nothing seriously, but the flaxan leader seems to see it as legit.

The third invasion goes differently from the show, since the leaders risen up to rule all of his people, and instead of wanting to invade earth this time he comes through to court you, much to everyone’s surprise, both you, the teen team, and the media that’s been watching the entire time.

Imagine your surprise when the flaxan leader, now a good deal older and in a powersuit, rocking up to you with flowers native to his planet and what looks like a bracelet made out of similar material to his armor.

It takes some translation and some help from Cecil and his people to figure out what its all about, and honestly you feel a little chuffed at this big guy pretty much proposing to you after two fights. It seems completely out of the norm for humanity, but apparently its normal in flaxan culture.

In the end it helps create more of an allyship with the flaxans than them getting eradicated by omni-man. And you end up scoring a hot older guy who doesn’t seem to mind your many many scars. Its not everyone who can say their husband developed technology strictly to be able to exist in your world, is it? you definitely brag online about it, “if he wanted too, he would” and all that.

#male reader #antihero reader #antiohero male reader #invincible #flaxan leader #invincible imagine #invincible headcanon #invincible x male reader #invincible x reader #flaxan leader imagine #flaxan leader headcanon #flaxan leader x male reader #flaxan leader x reader #flaxan imagine #flaxan headcanon #flaxan x male reader #flaxan x reader #invincible series #invincible show #invincible season 2

[hamartia-grander]

Forget about gritting your teeth through someone's media analysis that is egregiously incorrect. Some character/story analyses I see on here are literally just verbatim re-tellings of what happened in the story - the literal things you are supposed to understand, and the connections you're supposed to make to get what is happening - and they're phrased as crazy theories or analyses. And I just want to scream, because no, you're not weird or 'reaching' for coming to that conclusion, that is quite literally the exact thing the story was trying to tell you. You are stating blatant fact as some incredible discovery. Like that person who thought Lucy Gray Baird saying she was 'going to find Katniss' was "an accident" or maybe they were crazy. But I guess everyone's gotta start somewhere, even if you think saying 'did anyone else ever realise that Darth Vader's theme plays when Anakin does something evil???' is some mind-blowing observation. Like, shit, in a world where media literacy is so sorely lacking, quite literally witnessing a story and noticing details of it is considered analysis. Whatever.

#fandom #banging my head on the wall STOP FUCKING WATCHING NOTHING BUT MARVEL MOVIES THEY LITERALLY ROT YOUR BRAIN #marvel movies and marvel adjacent movies etc etc #THEY ARE COMMERCIALISED THEY ARE CORPORATELY FORMULATED SO THAT MASS AUDIENCES CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT'S HAPPENING #EVEN IF THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE CHARACTERS ARE OR WHAT HAPPENED IN ANOTHER MOVIE #They WANT it to be so so obvious on PURPOSE so that they can get middle aged people who don't have kids to be entertained #so that they can get groups of teens with nothing better to do than watch some new marvel movie that's always in fucking theatres- #-to go in having absolutely no idea who these characters or their storylines are and still understand what's happening #wonder why no matter how good the new marvel movies are there's always just a certain substance that feels like it's missing? #What's missing is the part where they don't treat the audience like idiots who need everything spelled out for them #where the plot and symbolism went hand in hand to tell the story #when you didn't need repeated flashback shots of scenes we've already seen just to remind an audience with an absolute SHITE attention span #what happened literally twenty minutes ago in the same movie #like no. you're not insanely smart nor crazy for recognising that leitmotif. I beg you to look it up that is quite literally its purpose. #you are an audience member observing and understanding the story. #Like I LOVEEEEE delving into the symbolism and narrative rhetorical devices in stories it is my favourite thing #I always loved Socratic Seminars in school because we'd get to just discuss our analyses on the texts we'd read #there's too many people acting like they're INSANE like they are going to be SHOT ON SIGHT if they DARE notice blatant details #that are supposed to be noticed #and don't get me wrong I have no hate for these people. #I truly just hate the fact that this is enabled by the commercialising and commodification of ART. #“content” and all that bullshit #IT'S CALLED ART #IT'S CALLED A GOOD STORY #'bro has anyone ever noticed that gandalf is called gandalf the gray in the hobbit because it was set before lotr?' #YES. EVERYONE. STOP IT

[stay-somnia]

Virgin Chan! hard thots

Everyones likes to think Chan must have had a girlfriend or at least hook ups but I raise you Virgin! Chan. 

-Virgin!Chan who’s never had the chance to go on a date; sacrificing his youth and recklessness for the sake of his group

-Virgin!Chan who avoids his crushes at all cost; locking himself up in the studio until his mind goes blank 

-Virgin!Chan who’s so busy he doesn't time or space to jack off; so sleep deprived having wet dreams is a blue moon blessing

-Virgin!Chan who can't look women in the eyes outside of professional conduct let alone give her his number

-Virgin!Chan who’s content at working until he passes out if that means the boys can live their lives the way they want to

-And then there’s Yang Jeongin

-The Maknae, who’s been coddled and spoiled rotten by his hardworking hyungs

-Poor Innocent baby bread who rejects any attempts at flirtation…or so it seems.

-Our little bread boy has a secret, he used to be quite the whore

-Dating girl after girl, making and breaking any heart he chose… until he met you

-his pretty little girlfriend

-Jeongin would do anything for you

-Sugar Daddy in the streets and a beast in the sheets Yang Jeongin didn’t learn nothing from his teen days

- He would give you the world; it just so happens that you are his world.

-You might be the apple of his eye but he's not the only one fixated on you…

-Virgin!Chan who has a panic attack when he realizes he has a crush on you... their maknae’s pretty little girlfriend 

-Virgin!Chan who scurries off whenever you come by wearing those short skirts that drive him and your boyfriend absolutely insane

-Virgin!Chan who starts whimpering your name in his sleep always drenched in sweat and shame 

-Virgin!Chan who starts squirming when you get within five feet of him

-Yang Jeongin is not blind or stupid

-Anyone can see how his Hyung goes wild over you

-That tent in Chan’s pants whenever you say his name might as well be a neon sign

-Its so cute how his leader drools for you; a desperate puppy at his master's feet

-Jeongin owes Chan (they all do)

-where would any of them be without their leaders' hard work and sacrifice

-He really should pay his Hyung back... and what better way to do that than helping his poor overworked hyung de-stress a bit… 

-Virgin!Chan who’s stomach drops when Jeongin comes forward with a little proposition

-Virgin!Chan who cant breath when you tell him that you're okay with it... that you want it.

-Virgin!Chan who's gasps when he sees you in Jeongins arms wearing nothing but one of his !Chan's! hoodies..

-Virgin!Chan who stays motionless when Jeongin beckons him over

-Virgin!Chan who thinks he's died when the realization that he’s allowed to touch you finally sinks in

-Yang Jeongin who grabs his Hyung's hands to guide them to your most sensitive bits

-Yang Jeongin who puppeteers a trembling Chan into giving you sweet release

-Yang Jeongin who swells with pride when you cry out for him

-Yang Jeongin who gently pushes his Hyung aside to show him how its done

-Virgin Chan who creams his pants watching Jeongin wrench orgasm after orgasm from you

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This is probably really shitty quality, I'm sorry. Any writers out there feel free run wild with this Drabble? hard thought?

if I get my shit together maybe I'll write a one shot of this.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #yang jeongin smut #chan x reader #bang chan x reader #jeongin x reader #skz x you #skz x reader smut

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any enemies to lovers future AU Sterek fics? At first they annoy each other just as much as they used to, but ofc that changes. Thanks, ur awesome

Oh definitely.

magical protection at the hands of a snarky spark by sychia_rin

(1? I 341 I General)

Stiles stormed his way through the room. The ward he literally just made felt broken.

He eyed the tall man standing on the balcony as he turned to face him, he quirked up an eyebrow looking as shocked as that grumpy face could get him. He must be some newbie guard.

"I just put that ward there shitface. Shoo," Stiles motioned for him to move. The guard stood in place, watching Stiles as he stomped closer.

....

Where an overworked Stiles works for the (royalish?) Hale family doing magical tasks. Vaguely Merlin inspired if you squint.

royal blue fits better with Derek by 08JustLizeth80

(1/1 I 3,129 I Mature)

Where Derek Hale is the prince of England and Stiles is the (extremely) ineloquent and mouthy first son of the United States.

Or

Where Stiles thinks royalty is such an archaic concept it shouldn’t even exist (which has nothing to do with his inadequate and totally not existing crush on the prince).

Knot Your Typical College Romance by stilesanderek (minxxx)

(1/1 I 51,546 I Explicit)

In which Stiles loves studying at Beacon Hills Supernatural University and even though he loves his group of friends, he just wishes that Derek wasn't included in it. Stiles hates the guy fiercely, and he knows it's completely mutual, and what he also knows it's completely mutual is the hate boner they both have going on for each other. What happens after they finally hookup after years of tension, though, isn't something Stiles ever signed up for.

“Shut the fuck up, Stilinski,” Derek hisses, their foreheads less than half a dozen of inches apart.

“Oh yeah, big guy?” Stiles says, stuffing his chest in defiance, licking his mouth once and then finally saying, “Make me.”

all you have is your fire by hansuckss

(7/? I 20,624 I Mature)

“Why wouldn’t I? I mean, if it’s a matter of saving someone’s life. You know,” Derek smirked. “There are lots of things I can do for an hour.”

Everyone knows they can count on Stiles Stilinski, the most composed paramedic at the fire station, and he takes pride in his work. At least until a new firefighter shows up. The newest firefighter-in-training, Derek Hale, is a former football player with a huge hero complex and limitless energy. And until fate brings them together, Stiles can put up with the man's presence. Sparks fly—not in a positive way. The fact that Derek is hotter than the fires he puts out and annoyingly charming doesn't help.

Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack

(9/9 I 26,096 I Mature)

"Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained.

Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.

Five Times Detective Stilinski and Fire Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed by bleep0bleep

(7/7 I 32,853 I Explicit)

"Did you say--" Stiles starts.

"What?" Derek growls.

"We're not a couple!" they both retort in unison.

"We're not together," Stiles insists.

Lydia coughs pointedly. "An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell."

Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 68,366 I Teen)

“You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

“You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

Like it or Not by Halevetica

(56/56 I 80,902 I Not Rated)

Stiles works as the editorial assistant at Vogue. He loves everything about his job except for his boss, Derek Hale. Derek Hale is the worst and Stiles hates him. But when Derek drags him to the yearly awards dinner within the company, he is forced to play boyfriend for the night to make Derek's ex jealous. Things couldn't get much worse...or so Stiles thought.

(Fuck you they said) As they threw their threads from their wedding bed by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

(9/9 I 96,199 I Mature)

First Son Stiles Stilinski just accidentally caused an international incident. And apparently the only way to save human-werewolf relations is to marry him off to Prince Derek of Triskele. Stiles is going to need all of his acting skills to make the marriage look real, because the Prince is kind of a fucking asshole.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

(17/17 I 149,179 I Explicit)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

The Final Pack by Kedreeva

(33/33 I 428,148 I Mature)

Humankind is fighting its way back from near extinction against the supernatural beings that fed upon the remaining humans in the aftermath of the 2012 apocalypse. On the front lines, Stiles' best friend gets bitten by a werewolf and Stiles must strike a bargain with wolves in order to save him.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #enemies to lovers #anon

[hotchfiles]

lovers wait.

pairing: james x reader (as plot device), remus x reader

content warnings: mostly teen angsty (small problems turned into huge life altering situations because of feelings and hormones) and a bit of fluff. steamy make out at the end but nothing pass that. underage drinking. mentions of throwing up (nothing graphic). reader insert with no use of names or “y/n”. just teens being teens.

word count: a bit over 3k

loving james was easy. too easy almost. you didn't share similar personality traits and you didn't like quidditch all that much, but you met james when you were both just seven year old kids who happened to become neighbours. talking to james was easy, you didn't mind saying the wrong thing to him, or sounding dumb or silly, after a guy catches you peeing in a pool and throwing up in the middle of diagon alley, there's no much else you can do to be embarrassed about.

being around him was easy. too easy. so when he asked you out by fifth year, it seemed like the right thing to do. and the date was good, it was fun, it was just like hanging out with a friend.

kissing james was easy. too easy. no butterflies, no blushing, no kicking your feet thinking about it. but he was james, everyone believed you would be married by the end of school years, your parents and the potters often talked about how it's going to be beautiful to have both families united like that.

it was familiar, it was fine, it was... was it really supposed to feel so bland? you often wondered, but by then you were already officially dating and you were more often than not found around him and his friends, merging both friend groups, boys and girls, into one.

you all spent a lot of time on gryffindor's common room, where you would read while, like right now, passing your fingers through james' hair and waiting almost excitedly for remus' commentary, as you were coincidentally, constantly, reading the same book.

"c'mon, all girlfriends wear it and go cheer their boyfriends during matches, please, please, pleaseeee do this for me." james lips opened once more to whine about how you were a terrible terrible girlfriend for not going to quidditch practices or games and not wearing the red shirt with his name. rubbish, you always thought, you went to finals, that was more than enough.

"james it is not my fault you decided to play such a toss of a sport, i already have to avoid enough bludgers on the games i do go." you said in a firm tone, but still hoping just him would hear it, of course that was a only a hopeful dream, as every single one of your friends groaned at you, all of them siding with james, were you that bad of a girlfriend?

you just didn't feel like going, and didn't think your cheering on him was that big of a necessity, his abilities wouldn't suddenly get better, would it?

you looked at remus hoping he would help you out, as he was the one who understood you the most there, he liked books, and tea, and warm sweaters, getting chocolate as a treat and being comfortable in silence. but all you got was a shrug, "i do watch james play all the time, grumpy, can't help you, and i don't even get a snog after." you and james both snorted at the term, during those three months of dating you had kissed a lot of times, mostly pecks though and even deeper kisses wouldn't go as far or passionate as a proper snog. it was gentle. it was familiar. it was nice. it was easy.

remus instantly noticed he had struck a nerve, being as observant as he was, and he glanced quickly between lily and sirius, the only two who knew his secret, the only ones who saw him actively fall for his best mate's girlfriend. lily knew because after a while all she could notice was how remus looked at you the same way she looked at james. both suffering of the same evil.

sirius got pulled in the loop after he told remus he found the way you two dated very... weird. it was all the three could talk about after, remus insisting they shouldn't meddle, saying you were just a reserved person, lily and sirius saying that james wasn't and he also didn't make much effort to touch you. it was a whole conspiracy club talk point.

but now remus had some sort of proof it wasn't just you and james avoiding eyes, you two weren't couple-ly alone either, that reaction for a simple snog comment gave him hope he didn't feel before, burning bright as his heartbeat got twice as fast, he just needed to wait.

and wait he did, enjoying his time with you in the library, secretly finding ou what book you were beginning to read so he could do the same and have more to talk about with you, he would get up earlier than normal just to wait for you, as you always took time to read before getting ready for the day, he waited for your presence in each decision he made for his day, when your classes would end so he could wait outside and walk you wherever you were going.

remus was always observing quietly what made you laugh, and what made you angry or sad, trying his best to be as close as possible while still being loyal to his friendship with james.

it felt almost suffocating to you, not in a horrible way, but you were always counting the minutes for when he would show up and stumbling around your words to answer to his questions about you and your childhood and how your day was. he was always around, his cologne making you feel weird, but you enjoyed the company, especially when james was always busy with quidditch and would never read your recommendations.

it was a particular cold morning and you had forgotten your scarf and would be late to class if you went to get it, so all you could do was shiver and complain to your friends and boyfriend, hoping for at least the comforting words of understanding.

"grumpy, take this and stop complaining." you heard remus respond, the only one who would call you that, and you actually enjoyed it even if it wasn't a flattering nickname, the sound coming from his lips was amusing, pretty, it got you warm without anything else. you looked at him thinking he would give you something to warm you up, and you were almost right as he got closer to you, your breath suddenly weakened by the proximity, feeling the fabric of his scarf on your neck after he took his own and put it on you, adjusting so it would maintain your face warm as well if you looked down.

you didn't stop shivering though, feeling chills run through your body as the warmth of his voice touched your cheek, "better?" you nodded quietly, but you felt sick under his eyes, you were positive you were going to hurl as your stomach wouldn't stop twirling around. it felt like an eternity, like the world had stopped, but it was only a few seconds.

you spent the rest of the day lost in thought, repeating those seconds in your mind countless times and some of the times wishing it ended with a kiss. james didn't even think to give you his scarf or jacket, and you couldn't even blame him, it would not be your first thought if it was the other way around.

but it was for remus. and you felt that sudden urge in the pit of your stomach to be around him all the time, hell if you could catch a glimpse of his eyes you would even watch quidditch matches. lucky thing he didn't play.

you felt like you were going insane, truly going mad and it just got worse right before you and james got to the six months dating mark, you sent a letter to your mother, asking her to send some special chocolates "like from other countries and stuff, mum" you said quickly in the note your owl delivered her, your mother obliged happily, suspecting it was a gift for james.

but it wasn't. you had told remus your father always got you different chocolates when he traveled, and he got so excited you just had to get him some, you were blushing just at the imagery of him happily eating those.

it all came crashing down on you when you finished wrapping them, lily asking if it was a six months gift for james.

you weren't even keeping up with how many months had passed, so obviously you didn't even think about buying him anything. you were definitely going mad, your heart broke at how badly you were treating your best friend, you first friend, your first kiss. the fact you had to do something about it made your body itch, already uncomfortable with the idea of losing james.

that day you left the gift you got for remus in your room, wore gryffindor colors, wrote potter on your forehead with red paint and cheered as your house team won the match against ravenclaw. you saw how happy he was and you held in your tears feeling absolutely awful for what you were about to do.

his eyes sparkled when he noticed you, running to you and surrounding your body with his arms in a familiar hug, a kiss on the forehead where his name was written, "i can't believe you came, it wasn't even an important game."

"you're important to me and i realized i haven't shown that well enough." you hardened your grip around his waist, tears fighting the way down your cheeks. you looked up at him and his eyes changed, confusion and worry taking in, but before he could ask anything, you took his hand, pulling him with you far from the gryffindor mass of people in the field.

"what's going on? why are you crying? you know i'm not good with tears, please." he blurred out as soon as you stopped walking, worried sick that something had happened to you.

"i don't think we can keep dating, james." it was a whisper and it wouldn't be heard if you weren't so close to each other and so far from everyone else. your eyes closed with as much strength as you could, tears being forced down by it. you kept your arms hanging by your sides, feeling unworthy of hugging him, and you waited what felt like an eternity for him to be mad, angry, you waited for the questions and the guilt. but it never came, so you opened your eyes and he was... smiling.

relieved.

"thank god, merlin, thank god, i thought i was mad for a minute there." he finally let out, you could feel how happy he was just by the tone of his voice, that was not at all the reaction you were expecting, it was better, obviously, but you were simply speechless and confused, not knowing how to reply to his relief, so he just kept going, sitting on the grass and pulling you down with him. "my mum told me we should go out and i thought maybe she was right. she was not."

"why didn't you say anything? i was almost crying the whole game, and i look pathetic right now because i wanted to please you before destroying your heart." the laugh you got from him with that was almost inhuman, and you weren't sure if it was because the thought of his heart being destroyed by you was too unreal or because you did look pathetic with his name written on your forehead.

"at first i thought it was supposed to be like that... or that it would change with time." he looked up to the sky, the sun still out but not bright enough to hurt his eyes, he took a deep breath and shook his head, laughing again at the situation. "and then months went by and i was terrified i was going to hurt your feelings."

"apparently our six months anniversary was to come this week." the fact he obviously had no idea, just like you, made it all even funnier, ironic even. "so i did what every good girlfriend would do. i bought expensive candy to one of your best mates."

"nooooo, good godric, woman, i thought i was an arsehole, you always surprise me." his dramatic silly response earned him a slap on his arm, strong enough to hear a loud yell from him as he felt it.

when you came back to the common room it was full of life and irresponsible drunk teens, you were happy with how things turned out but not at all in the mood to deal with that, so you went to your room, hoping to get clean and be alone with your thoughts for a bit.

you found remus waiting at your door, messy hair, red eyes and nose, an empty cup of what you imagined was firewhisky in hand. "been waiting for you." your whole body trembled, he looked and sounded gorgeous even drunk.

"sorry, i had to talk to james." you answered with a smile and you felt his eyes burn into your soul as he looked at your face, especially your damn forehead, remus closed his eyes for just a second, licking his sudden dry lips before speaking again.

"you and potter--" he pointed at the name, smudged already, with the hand that was still holding the empty cup, "doing well, and i... was waiting." you tilted your head, confused at the scoff he added to the end, the game wasn't even finished that long ago. you tried to touch his hand but he refused the touch. "if i wait long enough they will see." remus chuckles, but his eyes are sad, you can see it, you've been used to his warm eyes and they looked cold, lifeless.

"remmy, you're drunk, let's get inside, i've got you those chocolates we talked about!" you say eagerly, opening the door and hoping the promise of sweets would be enough to get him inside and sit him down on your bed, you were worried he would fall off the stairs at that state. you leave the door open as you get inside, getting the package you so carefully wrapped, showing him with excitement.

he was careful, slow, confusion written on his face as he took his steps towards you, blinking quick and hard trying to sober up, he left the cup on your nightstand and took the gift from your hands, both of you not making any sounds, the heavy breathing from both filling the room as he unwrapped it and saw how many different brands and flavors filled the box you gave him. "why... you didn't have to... i don't..." before he could go on a spiral of not deserving such treat, your index finger glued to his lips, stopping him.

you felt his lips quiver under your touch and that sent chills down your spine, you were unable to move, unable to speak, you were nervous, afraid you were going to do something stupid, scare him off. his eyes suddenly regaining that warmth you knew it fit him so well, if only for a second.

remus opened his mouth and you dropped your hand on instinct, "i... love you, so i waited. was sure you and james would break up." your eyes widened at the confession and explanation for the obsessive talk about waiting. "think not." he shrugs, eyes on your forehead and you quickly scrubbed your palm on the paint, trying to get it off, your focus going everywhere and nowhere at all, all at once.

you felt like your heart was about to beat itself out of your mouth, "this stupid thing was to break up with james, i wanted to be a nice girlfriend to him at least once." remus heard that and without a word left your gift to him beside the firewhiskey cup, reaching out to you, strong and needy as one of his hands went straight to the small of your back, earning him a quick sigh from you, mixture of surprise and pleasure, he took your chin with his free hand, lifting you to face him.

you held your breath without even noticing, counting the seconds for him to finish his move, but remus didn't, he just looked at you for seconds too long, you battled your nervous system and let your desire for him win, pulling him closer by his neck until your lips finally touched.

just that little touch was able to flush your cheeks, feelings you couldn't comprehend or explain yet rushing through you as his tongue asked for permission to deepen the kiss, which you gladly give.

his lips were soft on yours but his hands now holding your waist were definitely not, the mere thought of having them mark the sides of your body giving you the confidence to pull his bottom lip lightly with your teeth, and remus moaned, obviously enjoying it and you could swear to any god that you would do anything asked from you just to be able to keep getting those sounds from him.

you walked backwards to your bed, his lips leaving yours for air but quickly going to your neck as he followed your steps, you sat down and pulled him with you, laying on your pillow and feeling his weight over you, it was your time to moan feeling his leg in between your thighs as he switched between soft kisses and strong sucking your neck.

when your hands went to get his shirt off and his went up your skirt you realized what was almost happening, reality settling in above the teen hormones, "rem, rem." you put both palms up his chest, making him lift from his original position, the lack of his weight and warmth over you almost too much to bear. "you're drunk... and i... i've never done this before so... could you wait a little more for me?" you were concerned for him, obviously you didn't want him to do anything he would regret, but you still felt embarrassed by your confession, being a virgin at fifteen was not weird at all, it was the norm, but still it felt weird to say it after all the feelings that made you burn for remus just right now.

"will always wait for you, grumpy." he pulled you into a warm, strong, side hug, kissing the top of your head as his hand caressed your arm, up and down.

"guess i did get a proper snog after cheering on james." you laughed, and he laughed. this was easy, it was familiar, but still... it made you feel like you could implode by how many different sensations you were feeling, emotionally, physically, mentally.

this was love.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lost 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You don’t eat breakfast, not that you ever really do. You buy enough food to have dinner when you get home and that’s about it. As the clock ticks on, stretched longer by a sleepless night, you count down to the inevitable. You have to leave that room eventually.

You dress in the convenience store button up, an ugly shade of mustard and pin your nametag on. Not wanting to risk running into your housemates, you talk yourself down to quickly brushing your teeth and tidying up. You won’t shower.

You listen through the door but hear nothing. Not like the night before when you heard everything. When you heard too much.

You bring your little canvas pouch of toiletries and lock your door behind you, just in case. You look left then right, heading down towards the bathroom. You stop as you find the door closed. Shoot. You hesitate, struggling to make up your mind. You should just go back and wait in your room.

Too late. The door opens and you jump in your shoes. You stumble back into the wall, unable to hide your fright. S emerges, his blond hair slightly damp as he combs it back with his fingers. The scent of his soap wafts out with him, warm bergamot cutting through the dingy air of the aged house.

“Sorry,” he leaves the door open behind him as he steps out, “didn’t mean to scare ya.”

You nod and wave him off, mouthing ‘it’s fine’ but unable to summon your voice.

“It’s all yours. Hope you weren’t waiting too long,” he hugs tighter the folded towel in his arm, curled around a leather zip up bag.

You give an ‘mhm’ but his timbre just reminds you of the threats that slipped beneath your door the night before. In your head, the unseen menace was a slimy little ghoul, waiting to creep up on you. You look over your shoulder as S passes.

“He hasn’t bothered you again, has he?” He stops and turns back to you.

You shake your head.

“Good,” his chest rises as he glances towards the far end of the hallway, “Guy’s a freak. On parole…” he faces you again, “not to scare you but you should know.”

You lower your eyes and squeeze your pouch tight. You bite your lip and turn to the bathroom. As you approach the door, he shifts on his feet, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight. You stop but can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Thank you,” you squeak.

He doesn’t answer right away. You linger in the silence before he musters his response, “no problem. Girl like you, can never be too safe.”

You don’t have a chance to reply. His door opens and shuts and you peek over to find him gone. You keep your hand on the door handle as his words cling in your mind. A girl like you…

Is it so obvious that you're alone? Vulnerable? Afraid?

If it is, maybe it’s better that you have someone like him watching over you.

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You arrive for your shift and take over after balancing the till. It’s quiet and you don’t get much more than the usual pop-ins. An old woman takes up close to twenty minutes playing the scratch cards and a group of teens come in to buy energy drinks and ten cent candies. It makes you wish you only worried about wasting your money on unwinnable jackpots and unhealthy snacks.

You spend your downtime doing the crossword in the newspaper Aziz left behind. The pencil lead dulls with each letter you press into the newsprint. The door chimes again and you peek up as a greasy haired man looks around. His eyes scan the store and finally land on you.

You stand up straight and greet him in your small way. Your voice crackles beneath the drone of radio DJs as they discuss their weekend follies. The man nods and diverts to the magazine rack. You tap the pencil and go back to the puzzle, glancing up periodically as he browses the shelf.

When at last he retreats from his perusal, he approaches and lays down one of the magazines shrouded in black film. You try not to show your discomfort as you flip it over to scan the bar code, overly aware of its more adult contents. He doesn’t show an shame as he leans on the counter and breathes loudly through his nose.

“They all got fake tits these days,” he snivels, “I remember my dad’s rags they used to have the natural girls.”

You blanch and hit total, reading out the amount owing. He snickers and reaches into his pants’ pocket, feeling around a bit too long before dragging his hand out. He chuckles and reaches into his jacket instead, taking out his wallet. Ew.

The door chirps, signalling another customer. You don’t look over. The man across from you searches his wallet slowly, fluttering his fingers over the bills inside. His tongue flicks out like a lizard’s.

“Is cash or credit easier, sweetie?”

The pet name sends a chill through you as his tone tickles your memory. That’s the voice you heard last night. That sickly, simpering slither. You can’t help but take a step back, even with the shield of plexiglass between you.

The other customer appears behind the man and clears his throat, “pay and get out.”

You look past the greasy-haired man as S looms behind him. His fist closes and opens, as if he’s holding himself back. You gulp as the other man rolls his eyes.

“Mind your business, meathead,” he deliberately counts out the bills. “It’s the handsome ones that are mean…” he tuts, “nice guys like me, well, we’re hard to find.”

“She doesn’t care. She’s working,” S snarls.

“You don’t own the store, guy,” the other retorts, “you don’t scare me.”

“I don’t gotta scare you,” S steps closer.

The other man bares his teeth but shrinks, just a little. He throws down the money and shoves it through the slot. You gather it up. It feels almost as slimy as he looks. You reach your hand under with his change and he grabs your hand, closing it around the coins.

“You keep that, sweetie,” he squeezes, “pretty girl like you earned it.”

“Don’t touch her,” S grabs him from behind, wrenching him away. The suddenness has your front hitting the counter before the strange man lets you go. “Take your stuff,” S snatches up the magazine as he holds the man by his scruff, “and go.”

He throws him against the door before whipping the magazine at him. You watch helplessly. The smaller man, much smaller than S, catches the porn rag and tries to look fearsome against his accoster. It’s a pathetic attempt. He seems to realise as he slouches down and tucks tail, pushing out into the street with a grumble.

S shakes his head and turns back, marching to the counter. He puts his single protein shake on the other side of the glass. You swallow and put the change down shakily.

“Those are two for four, sir,” you say, “if you’re interested.”

He nods thoughtfully, his throat bobbing. “Thanks, uh, yeah, maybe I’ll grab another.”

He draws away and walks down the center aisle. He stands before the cooler, pulling open the door, before swiftly spinning on his heel and coming back. He places a strawberry shake next to the vanilla one. You scan both and the till applies the discount.

“Sorry, er, to cause a scene. I just… he shouldn’t be pestering you. Especially at work.”

“N-no, it’s… it’s fine. It’s… nice,” you stammer out as you accept his five dollar bill. “You don’t have to… do that.”

“It's not about 'have to',” he shrugs as you count out his change. He takes it, then the vanilla shake. He doesn’t touch the other one.

“Sir,” you point to the strawberry.

“You seem like the strawberry type,” he steps back on his heel, “it’s for you.”

“I… I can’t–”

“You didn’t eat breakfast. You should,” he insists.

“Sir, really–”

“I’ll leave it here,” he says, “in case you change your mind.” He nudges it closer to the glass, “make sure you give it a good shake. The flavour settles at the bottom.”

He turns away before you can argue. Again, he ends the conversation with his departure. As generous as he is, you get the idea he’s not into negotiating.

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[marvelslittlewhore]

Bonding

SUMMARY | You and Rafe have more in common than you both thought.

-requested by anon

PAIRING | rafe cameron x adopted!teen!reader

WARNINGS | drug consumption, yelling, arguing, hurt/comfort, soft!Rafe, fluff at the end

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You have been living with the Camerons for a few weeks now, still getting used to yet another family who grantly took you in. You're related to them, but not by blood. Your so-called mother met your stepfather when you were just a toddler, both quickly bonded over the fact that they're drug addicts.

You were only 6 when you got ripped out of your home and thrown into the system, going to family after family, everyone claiming you were too much to handle.

Now you were a teen and the system surprised you one day when they told you they found some of your relatives.

"They live in the Outer Banks. Ward and Rose Cameron already await you with open arms." The social worker told you with a smile while you only sighed, slumping in your seat before her desk. Great, another family who are 'oh so happy' to get to know you.

Now here you were, sitting in your room at Tannyhill and it was just how you expected. Ward did seem like a nice guy all until the papers were signed and the social worker left. He showed you your room and since then you were just air to him. A charity case to show off at events or the country club, to let everyone know what a good guy he is and how generous for finally getting you out of the system.

You hated it. After all these years of being thrown back and forth from family to family, you were now stuck here, adopted by someone who doesn't even acknowledge your presence when entering a room.

At least his kids, or your new siblings you suppose, talked with you and showed you around the Outer Banks.

Wheezie is funny and very smart. You both had a movie night once every week or sometimes you would go shopping with her, loving to just listen to her rambling or gossiping about school, sometimes she even asked you for advice.

Sarah took you several times to the Chateau where you got to know the pogues, they're a chaotic group of friends but it's nice feeling included in something.

And then there was Rafe. You don't really talk much, just the usual small talk when you would go to the kitchen to get water or when he passed your room, peaking inside to ask if you want to join him by the pool.

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One evening you got home late, stumbling through the door, high as a kite, and didn't notice Ward standing there with his arms crossed until you kicked your shoes off jumping in surprise when you turned to face him, placing a hand on your chest.

"Where were you?" he asked, his tone laced with anger.

"Out." you simply shrugged, about to walk up the stairs when Ward turned you around, grabbing your chin in one hand and examining your face.

He scoffed with a smile, letting you go harshly, making you stumble a little before he snapped at you. "You're grounded!"

"What?!"

"You heard me. For the next two weeks you won't leave the house except for school," he said crossing his arms.

"But I bet I still have to go to that stupid midsummer event, right? Have to keep up your reputation?" you laughed mockingly.

"What are you on about?"

"As if you don't know! I'm nothing but a charity case to you, a trophy you can show around and live on your act as the generous Ward Cameron, so no one knows what an actual asshole you are!" you screamed in his face, pointing a finger at him.

"You better watch who you're talking to you brat!" he shouted back.

"You're pathetic. Doing everything for another dollar in your pocket as if you don't have enough already!" you waved your arm in the air.

"Alright, you just earned yourself a month of being grounded! There are rules and as long you're under my roof and care you're going to follow them. Unless you want to end up like your mother, pregnant and as an addict."

"Fuck you!" You flipped him off, stomping up the stairs and to your room, slamming the door shut before throwing yourself on your bed burying your face in a pillow.

You never wanted to be here in the first place. You screamed into your pillow in frustration before the tears started to fall, sobbing quietly.

When you heard someone knocking on your door you ignored it at first, groaning when the knocking continued and shouted. "Leave me alone!"

It didn't stop and you sighed, wiping your face before going to answer the door. "I said leave- oh, it's you."

Rafe stood before you, hands in his pockets and lips pressed in a thin line. "Hey, I- uhh, heard what happened downstairs." he coughed awkwardly. "I just wanted to see if you're okay."

"Perfectly fine." you said with a sarcastic smile, about to close the door again.

"You want some company?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

You were about to turn it down but decided against it, nodding your head you stepped to the side, a silent invitation for him to enter.

You walked back over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it, and patted the place next to you. He sat down next to you, rubbing his hands over his knees.

"So, what happened?"

"I thought you heard it?" you raised an eyebrow with a small smile on your face.

"Yeah, okay, you got me." he chuckled. "You know, Dad gets angry fast, you shouldn't take it seriously."

"Don't worry, he's nothing but a clown to me." you both laughed.

There was silence for a moment before you sighed, looking down at your hands, fidgeting with them.

"I just feel so out of place, not only here. I feel like this everywhere. I know it sounds stupid...but...I just want to feel loved and appreciated. There wasn't a single family where I felt at home." You told him, tears already forming in your eyes again. "I know I can be a lot to handle, at least, that's what I've been told my whole life..."

The tears you tried to hold back started to flow down your cheeks. Rafe straightened, slightly panicking at seeing you cry. He reaches behind you, soothingly rubbing your back.

"Shh, it's okay. C'mere." he pulls you more into his side.

He continued to hold you while you soaked his shirt in your tears, but he couldn't care less right now.

"It'll be okay, and hey, don't you know how much Wheezie and Sarah love you?" he asked and you pulled back to look at him, wiping your tears away, sniffling.

He wanted you to know that there are people who love and care for you, himself being one of them. He related to you more than you'll ever know. Being the oldest he tried to be a role model for his sisters, failing miserably, but he still did so much to get his father's attention, receiving nothing in return, not even a pat on the back.

"Really?" you asked, eyes big and filled with hope.

He nodded. "Really, trust me. You're not out of place, you just need time and that's totally valid after all you've been through." he noticed the confusion on your face since you never really talked with anyone about your past. "I've done some research," he admitted and you nodded.

"Thank you, Rafe." You smiled, still sniffling a little.

"Don't mention it, kid." he smiled, reaching a hand up to ruffle your hair. "Now, how about we go and watch a movie? Wheezie had been nagging my ear off about some new horror movie."

"Sounds perfect. I'm grounded anyways, so I don't have any plans." You shrugged making him laugh again.

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I finally had an intelligent thought about Heartstopper and I wanted to write it down and share it.

I think Heartstopper season 2 was even better than season 1- for me, at least- because of how it felt like a more expansive look at the queer experience, and how it made me feel a little less like I’m falling behind as an almost-eighteen-year-old who has no romantic experience whatsoever.

With most of the main characters coupling up with one another, Heartstopper could easily be a show that says little more than ‘love is love’, which- while a sentiment i agree with- often fails to include people whose queerness has nothing to do with who they love, or does not involve sexual and/or romantic feelings. So, having Isaac’s storyline involve him coming to terms with being aroace as well as grappling with the isolation he feels in a friend group full of couples offers a different aspect of queerness. I’m someone whose never had my first kiss nor have I ever been in a relationship- and at the moment I have little desire to change that right now beyond the pressure of feeling as though I’m running out of time- so to see a character who feels such a similar sense of alienation feels really cathartic.

I also really appreciated Mr Farouk and Mr Ajayi’s relationship, and I felt especially comforted by Mr Farouk’s character. I’ve been aware of my queerness since I was around the age of 10, but I relate to Mr Farouk’s quiet mourning of the queer teen experiences he never had. I think it’s really important for this show for and about queer teens to say ‘it’s okay if you don’t get what Nick and Charlie or Tara and Darcy or Tao and Elle get at their age. You’ve got time.’ I’m only 17 (18 this month) so I’m not exactly like Mr Farouk, but there’s something a little saddening watching a show about teens younger than you who have something part of you wants.

Perhaps this is very much a ‘me problem’, but Heartstopper is something very bittersweet for me, because it makes me mourn for the teen experiences- queer or otherwise- I’ll never have. I don’t hang out with my friends more than a few times a year, I don’t have a queer friend group who can relate to my struggles and I’ve never had my first kiss or had anyone have feelings for me. At times, its made me feel like I did the whole queer teen thing wrong, because I knew I was queer the whole time. But, having a character whose storyline involves realising that romance isn’t essential, and a character who realises it isn’t too late to live his life as a queer man makes Heartstopper a much easier and much more cathartic watch for me. I can finally watch it and say ‘I’m not doing it all wrong, and I’ve got plenty of time.’

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Clan of Three - Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen: The Foundling

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 5.7K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments, Din being a protective father

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Another day with the covert another day alone. Din seemed to notice your aversion to the Mandalorians when he tried getting you involved in training and no one wished to challenge you. They knew better following your fight with Durk, he was still healing from his permanent injury and you grew used to the looks and glares he would send your way in passing. So with nothing else to do, you did what you did best and work away at your ship. You had stripped your cloak to not overheat as you lay underneath the ship working at the hyperdrive. Your shoulder healed fine just a bit of soreness and the burn across your neck wrapped in bandages.

“R4 aimed the light a little to the left,” You ask the droid as it shifts slightly, “Stop! Right there.” You say before holding your hand out, “Can you pass me the fusion cutters.” A hand holds out the tool as you grab it absentmindedly not even realizing it.

“Thank you,” “You’re welcome.” A voice responds back as you jolt in surprise your head slamming into the metal with a groan.

“Are you alright?” They ask as you pull yourself from the under the ship holding your forehead, “Dank farrik.” You curse looking up and are greeted by the copper and white Mandalorian from a few nights before. You had seen him in glimpses at the group meals during training with the others which you avoided. But he hadn’t come up to you at all since and you truly thought you came up with the conversation in your state of loneliness.

“It’s you.” You comment rubbing your temple as he holds a hand out which you reluctantly take as he pulls you to your feet with surprising strength and ease. He looks past you at your ship and you can sense the awe in his voice,

“I’ve never seen an X-Wing before, especially a T-65B model. I thought those were only used for the New Republic,” He comments and you look at him in surprise he knew the model and make of the ship.

“Well, not really these are more antiques as they are being replaced by the T-70” “T-70” You both finish your sentence as you look at him in silence not expecting him to know this much about ships, New Republic ones at that. A beep stops you from speaking as R4 comes between the two of you as he beeps giving a shake as he introduces himself.

“Okay, maker…this is-” You start reluctantly but the Mandalorian kneels down to R4’s level, “Nice to meet you R4, I’m Kaz Vyst.” The man-well Kaz introduces himself as R4 beeps happily and Kaz pats his head as you watch.

“You know binary..?” You ask and Kaz looks up at you with a slight tilt of his head, “Enough to get me by on Concordia when trading with some droids.” He explains as he rises to stand and you now notice the height difference between the two of you, he was probably taller than Din by a bit.

“Did your parents teach you?” You question instantly noticing the crestfallen feeling coming off him, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

“You’re alright,” He reassures, “I knew them well enough before they passed. But yeah…they taught me a lot of things. Being a part of the covert and with others helped me…they became my family.” Kaz says and you nod understanding what he meant you had thought you had nothing until you met Din and Grogu creating this small family of the three of you.

“I understand what it’s like losing someone dear to you.” You say and he nods in respect before a call is given out and you realize it’s mid-day meaning lunch. You sigh already readying yourself for the looks and whispers. You might as well skip. You are sure you have some rations in your X-Wing. You’ll just hand back and relax with R4.

“Are you coming to lunch?” Kaz says looking back seeing you haven’t moved, “I’m just going to stay back. I’m sure I have some rations here.” You point behind you and he steps closer to you holding his hand out and you stare at it.

“I’ll have lunch with you.” He says and you look at his hand and then back at him. Dank Farrik he better not screw you over. You ignore his hand but walk past him grabbing your cloak from the ground and he quickly joins your side.

“This doesn’t make us friends.” “That’s fine.” You weren’t allowing this to go any further. Just ignore him until he leaves you alone but how wrong you were of the unlikely friendship made.

Proving yourself wrong you weren’t sure how he managed to weasel his way into your life. It was him following you around keeping a bit of a distance before he soon found himself side by side with you, he would sit beside you at the shore as you meditated while he sat silently, or when you were working on your ship he would help to pass a tool if needed or shining light if none of those things he would talk to R4 as you would work away but you were slowly started listening in. Soon one-sided conversations became you adding your few thoughts and before you knew it Kaz was a daily part of your life in the covert. Meals spent together finding solace eating on the ridge you first met as you both talked about anything, the galaxy, your travels, your lives.

Din knew something was up he spotted you working away at your ship and he usually gave that time for yourself. He knew the nerves of being around a bunch of people who weren’t really fond of you would make anyone stressed. Though you reassured him you were fine he knew you well enough already you were saying that for his sake following your confession at the ridge. He was going to go over and offer some one-on-one training to spend some quality time together when he saw you and heard your laughter. Assuming it was something that droid of yours did he hadn’t expected you to come from behind your ship with another person and a boy no better. You and the Mandalorian at your side didn’t seem to notice Din’s heated stare as he watches the two of you walk towards the covert R4 traveling on your other side leaving you in the middle. He couldn’t hear what you were saying but you were speaking quite animated using your hands a wide grin on your face as the Mandalorian nods. Din was certain he saw red when he sees this boy resting his hand on your shoulder.

He was about to go over at ripped the two of you apart. Who did this boy think he was touching his daughter like that? “Woah slow down there Din…keep glaring and you’ll burn a hole through the beskar.” Bo-Katan’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts of putting the fear of the Maker into this boy. “Looks like she’s got herself a friend.” Bo-Katan was happy for her grand-niece to have some form of friendship that didn’t come from any adults, green infants, or droids.

“He shouldn’t be touching her…who does he think he is?” Din growls and if looks could kill that boy would be six feet under or through Maker knows what kind of hell Din would put him through. Bo-Katan laughs seeing the protectiveness coming from the bounty hunter. Knowing that he was willing to put his skills as a feared bounty hunter to scare off some boy who was talking to his daughter.

“Calm down…I’m sure those two are only friends,” Bo-Katan reassures him as the adults watch the two speak to each other before R4 spins around adding his opinion producing laughter from the two of them and Din’s blood boils seeing the Mandalorian rests his hand on your arm to stabilize himself as he bends over in laughter. “And if not…be glad that he’s only touching her shoulder.” It wasn’t the best thing to say to a very protective father watching his surrogate daughter be friendly with a man who may have intentions. Din didn’t like it at all.

Kaz the sly bastard he was turned out to be good company and soon a close and pretty much your only friend. The covert while not the greatest with whispers behind your back and some glares the copper and white Mandalorian seemed to distract you from all of it. Sitting on the shore the water lapping by you as Grogu sat before you fiddling with some stones, Kaz sat beside you as you traced patterns in the sand watching the small child. Grogu reached out for the ‘rocks’ as they shuffled away from him as he babbled trying to reach for them but they continue shuffling.

“You’re saying he’s older than you and can use the force as well?” Kaz says looking at the small infant that looked younger than the foundlings of the covert but you explained that Grogu was fifty when you met.

“Yeah, he was a part of the Jedi Temple during the Clone Wars, this little guy’s been through a lot.” You say caressing Gorgu’s ears between your fingers producing a giggle as he finally grabs one of the rocks that hold a crab inside it. You hear footsteps as the sunlight is blocked and you look up spotting Din as he looks down at the three of you.

“Put down the rocks, kid. It’s time that you learn with the other foundlings.” Din says as Grogu drops the stone crab with a sad noise before he’s pulled into Din’s arms, “Come on cyar’ika,” Din holds out his hand for you and you accept it letting him pull you to your feet. Wiping some of the sand off your cloak as Kaz joins you in standing.

“Din this is Kaz Vyst, my friend. Kaz this is Din Djarin, my dad.” You introduce the two of them and while Din should be scaring this punk who was around you he was thrown aback by his title. ‘My dad’. He was silent for a second before registering a hand in front of his vision.

“It’s nice to meet you, sir. You have a lovely daughter,” Kaz says and you shove the boy slightly in the arm from his comment. Din stares at the hand like it’s a foreign object before he’s turning his arm around your shoulder pulling you with him as you glance back behind seeing Kaz as you give him a confused look. “Playtime’s over. I’m gonna need you two to focus.” He says ignoring the younger Mandalorian as you’re brought to a sparring between foundlings.

“Next challenger.” He places Grogu on the ground as the battle between the two foundlings continues before Ragnar, Paz Vizsla’s son wins.

“Winner!”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Bo-Katan comes up beside you as the three watch the small child look confused on the sand. “If he is ever to rise from foundling to apprentice, he must learn. Judge! He challenges.” Din calls out and the Judge looks at Grogu before shaking his head,

“He is too small.” “I am his ward. Proceed.” Din retorts as Grogu coos playing with the sand.

“What weapon?” The judge asks and Din gestures to Ragnar, “Let the challenged decide.”

“Darts.” He decides and the judge calls in the training darts while waiting the boy looks at Grogu before speaking up “Why doesn’t he wear a helmet?”

“He is too young to speak the Creed, and so, too young to wear a helmet.” Din explains and the foundling crosses his arms, “Then he’s too young to fight.”

“One does not speak unless one knows. Is that not the Creed?” Din questions knowing he was right the boy is slightly embarrassed as he retorts, “Well, I know.”

“Perhaps this lesson is for you, then,” Din responds as a Mandalorian return with the darts

“Fighters, arm yourselves.” The Judge says as the boy attaches his dart launcher to his wrist. Bo-Katan takes the launcher kneeling down to Grogu whispering to him as she latches the buckle around his wrist. The object looks too large on his small arms. “Hey, what was that whole thing with Kaz about?” You whisper to Din and you see him stiffen.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He responds before Bo-Katan returns the conversation dropped as you stare at the side of his helmet trying to read him but coming up with nothing.

“Each has three darts. You may fire the darts in any order. Each direct hit scores one point. A mark must be visible to score. One round. The highest score wins.” The judge says and Grogu looks back at the three of you with big eyes.

“Squeeze your fist to launch the darts,” Din says crouching down producing another confused noise from Gorgu, “You’ll be fine.”

“He doesn’t know how to fire darts?” Bo-Katan asks as he rises to return to her side as Grogu turns forward to the other foundling, “He’s got this. Trust me.” He says glancing over to talk to you but comes up with nothing. His fatherly sense goes off before quickly spotting you sitting on a crate to watch the fight and beside you that boy as the two of you talk to one another. He would have gone over and challenged the boy himself but the fight with his other child has already begun

“Ready. Begin!”

Ragnar sents a dart splashing green paint staining his small robe, “Point!” Grogu turns looking up at his father his clothes stained producing a sad expression on his face. “Don’t look at me. Look at him.” Din gestures to his opponent.

“Ready. Begin!” The boy once again first a dart producing a grunt from the child as another splatter of paint stains his coat, “Point!”

“Grogu, I’ve seen what you can do. It’s okay. Show them.” Din steps forward looking down at his son before Grogu turns around to face Ragnar. “Ready. Begin!” Ragnar fires a dart but Grogu flips over the boy’s head landing behind him and fires all three darts the blue paint splattered on the boy’s clothes.

“Whoa!” “Three points. Winner!”

You smile from your spot as the crowd applauds Din coming over to Grogu Bo-Katan beside him, “That kid can jump.” Kaz says in awe seeing what the Force can really do and influence.

“Come on,” You hop off the crate to go over and congratulate Grogu when a large screech fills the air and a large flying creature snatches up Ragnar pulling him into the sky. Din pulls out his blaster to take aim but Vizsla forces him to lower the weapon, “No blasters, it will kill the child. Follow it to its lair.”

“Go on I’ll catch up!” You yell to Kaz as he nods taking for the sky with his jetpack following the other Mandalorians, “R4!” You’re sprinting towards your ship spotting the droid who already knows you are going to ask already staring up the ship, you catch Bo-Katan entering hers as you pull yourself onto the wing sliding into the cockpit. You and Bo-Katan are departing quickly to follow after the creature in your ships.

The few Mandalorians chasing after the creature soon run out of fuel as they land watching the creature fly off, “I’m out of fuel. It always gets away.” Vizsla says as Din and the others watch the creature leave with the foundling. The air suddenly kicks up as an X-wing flies past them seeing them continue after the creature and the arrival of Bo-Katan’s ship that goes to pick up the Mandalorians.

Returned to the covert the Mandalorians exit Bo-Katan’s ship as your X-Wing lands you climb out followed by R4 who follows after you. The crowd gathers as you stand between Bo-Katan and Din, “I kept a high altitude and followed it to its lair. I know how to get there. We should gather up a hunting party and go after him.” You explain as R4 moves forward revealing a hologram showing the terrain of the creature’s nest. “R4 was able to scout where it lives and mapped the location. There.” You point at the highest peak of the mountain, “The nest.”

“It flew a long way,” Din explains and you nod, “The mountains are too high. If we use jetpacks, the beast will hear.” Vizsla states.

“It would kill the child.” The Armorer says the worse scenario possible, “These are no higher than the peaks of Beggar’s Canyon. I used to climb them as a child. I’ll fly to the foothills, and scale the rest of the way on foot.” You say. Most wreckages of ships and bikers were mainly in Beggar’s Canyon, especially during podracing season. You scaled those cliffs throughout your childhood getting scraps and parts to sell the Jawas.

“I’ll join you.” Din says looking at you, “Paz Vizsla, enjoin the Shriekhawk Training team to accompany you. I will pack extended lariats for your launchers. We must avoid explosives and blasters for the safety of the foundling.” The Armorer orders as the decision of this party made. Din comes over to you as you stand watching the Mandalorians come together for this hunting party.

“You okay?” He asks and you nod rubbing your sweaty palms on your pants trying to get rid of your nerves, “Just surprised they’re fine working alongside me given everything.” You state your concern as the party assembles their weapons and gear. His hand rest on your shoulder calming your nerves.

“Come we should get going.” He says and you nod as you watch the group begin to board Bo-Katan’s ship you notice Kaz coming over to you, “Looking real professional talking to everyone.” He says and you elbow his side hearing the modulated laughter coming from him.

“Pretty sure I blacked out over there, not sure if I made a fool of myself.” You admit and his arm wraps around your shoulder pulling you into his side. “You were horrible they’re actually planning to feed you to the creature.” You shove him off you as you climb into your X-Wing R4 following behind you as you lean over in your seat looking down at him.

“You’re really funny.” You roll your eyes and you notice the new gear on him, “You’re coming?” Kaz nods and he shows his pauldron with the Shriek-Hawk signet.

“Yeah works out I’ll make sure you won’t make a fool out of yourself.” He says and you power up the X-Wing droning out his teasing.

“Sorry can’t hear you!” You yell over the sound of the engine, “Better get on the ship before it leaves you.” You point to Bo-Katan’s ship and he rushes to the ship as you chuckle closing the canopy.

“Bo everyone ready?” You ask as you begin your takeoff, “Ready when you are.” Bo-Katan responds as the two ships take off the small infant watches from the shore as his family heads off. Following the coordinates R4 set before finding a canyon, “Let’s land here.” You say through your comms as you both land all of your departing from the ship.

“Stay here R4 and watch the ships. I’ll call you in case I need you.” You say handing a commlink to your droid as he beeps standing guard and you grin before taking the disc of the map created from his memory. Turning to the group as they depart from Bo-Katan’s ship, “We’ll continue on foot from here. Any closer, and it will hear the ships.” The sun is high in the sky as your trek begins by the time you reach the rock formation it’s sundown.

“The target is on the top of this peak. If we tuck in under this outcropping, we sleep out of the line of sight, and climb at first light.” You explain pointing to the large tower that is above you all that holds the nest.

“We will make camp,” Vizsla says as you all begin to make camp for the night. The fire from bits of branches and scraps burns in front of you all as you sit between Din and Bo-Katan as the others talk amongst themselves. You see one of the Mandalorians begin passing small trays of food to each one of you and you glance at everyone confused.

“How do you guys eat when other people are around?” You ask Din as you see others begin to stand, “You don’t. When you get your food, you go off to find a place where you can take off your helmet.” He explains as he receives his meal standing his hand smoothing your hair out before he leaves and you stand to join Din, you could sit back to back but Vizsla stops you.

“You are the leader of the war party. You have the honor of staying by the fire,” You can hear the disdain in his voice but tradition out rules how he feels about you, “This is the Way.” Soon you’re left all alone the only sound being the crackling of the fire as you look at your meal before slowly eating it.

“I hope you don’t mind if I join you, leader of the war party?” You hear Kaz’s voice and you turn to spot him standing right outside the light of the firepit. A small smile graces your face and you pat the spot beside you, “Your leader grants you permission.” You joke and his chuckle fills the air as he comes to your side both of you turning back to back already used to eating with the Mandalorian. You hear the hiss of his helmet coming off his head and the thunk of metal being placed on the ground. It’s quiet between you two but not an uncomfortable silence.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks and you hum placing the now empty container to your side as you lean against his back looking up at the stars that grace you. “Would you do anything for someone knowing it was against something you were raised to believe in…” You wanted to turn and look at him but refrain knowing he still had his helmet off. His voice was smooth and crisp without the modulator. His question left many things open for you to assume. You assumed the part of being raised by being his Creed.

“I mean it all depends on how you feel about the person. I mean…I turned away from the Jedi to stay with Din. I guess I’ve never had a code or creed to keep me from acting on instinct,” You say. There wasn’t anything in this galaxy that could stop you from being beside the silver Mandalorian. You were willing to tear the galaxy apart to remain with him. “There’s nothing in the galaxy that could keep me apart from my family….from my friends.” You say and your hand reaches behind you feeling it come into contact with his and he quickly wraps your hand with his own.

“Why do you ask? Got a crush you need help with?” You remark in a joking tone and his chuckle feels like a fresh breath of air as his thumb runs across the scarring of your knuckles tenderly. “Not sure what it is…just confused over love.” He says and you let out an airy laugh.

“Love? You must have it bad then…sadly I can’t be much help in that department.” You say and you hear him shift slightly and you can feel his gaze on the back of your head, “Why not?”

You shrug continuing your gaze on the sky, “I’m not sure I know what love is. I’ve been alone most of my life and the times I was with people they were either too old or too younger. I didn’t really interact with people my age until now I guess so I never had a crush or felt feelings for anyone.” You say as it grows silent, “I would like to know what it is though…to be in love. To have that one person that means everything to me.”

“Really,” He says and you nod though he couldn’t see you, “They would just have to be ready to deal with a very protective bounty hunter of a father and a small green infant that can move things with his mind.” You say laughter fills the air from the both of you before the silence settles over you two it was warm but not from the fire beside you two.

“Ni guuror gar mesh'la.” You hear him say squeezing your hand and you frown not understanding what he said except hearing the word ‘you’ in the sentence.

“What did you say?” You ask and you feel him pull away from you hearing his helmet get put back on you turn around to see the beskar helmet covering his face. The two of you watch each other and you couldn’t deny how much it annoyed you that you couldn’t read him. You sense no hidden emotions through the beskar helmet. Din and the others were very animated with their emotions but Kaz..it was like staring at a blank wall.

His hand rises pushing a stray piece of hair out of your face before he speaks up, “Don’t worry about it.” You didn’t get to push him more as the war party returns Kaz standing moving towards his team as Din and Bo-Katan rejoin your side. Bo-Katan gives the other Mandalorian a look over your shoulder both noticing you staring at the other boy. Din and Bo-Katan had only caught the last glimpse of him pulling away from you but it was enough to send the bounty hunter’s blood boiling. Din could read Bo-Katan’s expression through her helmet, ‘Relax’.

You sigh leaning against Din’s side and he doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your shoulders tucking your closer to his side. “Everything alright cyar’ika?” He asks and you nod your mind still thinking about your conversation with the copper and white Mandalorian. You had a thousand questions, who did he like? Why was this person so important he was willing to break his Creed? Was he going to stop being your friend if he found a lover? Why did your chest burn and why did you feel like crying over it? It was stupid you felt childish worrying over small things as if he would leave and you lose your only friend. You nod looking away from the boy bringing your gaze to the fire.

“Yeah I’m fine…just some stuff on my mind.”

The next morning at first light you leave the outcropping standing beside the large rockface, “The raptor’s lair is atop the highest peak. Now, our hope is that the child is still alive so we have to make sure not to fire on the raptor.” You say pointing at the large climb you all would have to take,

“It will kill the foundling if attacked. It has happened before when it has taken others.” Paz Vizsla states and you nod,

“Our best bet is stealth. Your jetpacks will alert it to our presence,” You explain before heading towards the rockface, “Let’s move.” The sunrose as you climbed up the pillar of stone using grappling hooks. The height was a bit daunting the higher you went but you were able to climb Beggar’s Canyon as a child and that had been without a grappling hook at all for safety. Mid-day greets you as you reach the peak seeing the large branches that make up the nest. Looking to make sure the creature isn’t there before you turn to wave the others to follow you,

“It’s not here. Let’s find the kid.” You say as the others join you and you see Din scanning around, “I see a heat source there.” He points further to the back of the nest and Vizsla is already climbing over the branches entering the nest.

“Wait until we clear the area.” Bo-Katan hisses and Vizsla barely glances back, “He’s my son.” Entering further you all join as he shouts, “Ragnar?! Ragnar! Ragnar!” Suddenly three chicks appear from resting in the nest screeching wildly and trying to bite at Vizsla. While they were babies they were much taller than any of you alerting its mother as it appears regurgitating Ragnar as he screams out

“Help me!” “He’s alive!” His father yells out scrambling to help his son when the raptor grabs Vizsla by the mouth dropping his son to take him in his claws. They suddenly are pulled into the air and you’re rushing forward firing the grappling hook as it digs into the neck of the creature as you jump off the cliff.

“Kid!” “Y/n!” You hear voices call out as you are pulled into the air the creature flying off, retracting the cable in you’re pulled forward landing on the creature's back. It senses you trying to shake you off but the cable is dug in and you hold tight to the cable. You hear the blaster fire of the Mandalorians as they try to grow close but the raptor continues to shake them off. Pulling your saber off your belt the blade a brilliant glow as you stab it into its back producing a wild screech and releasing Vizsla from its mouth. The other Mandalorians fire their lariats trying to attach them to the creature Din getting on wrapped around its wing and throwing it off-balance. The sudden change almost sends you sliding off but you hold tightly onto the cable. Seeing an opening you rush forward releasing the cable as the saber runs down the front of its body it roars in pain releasing Ragnar as your body collides with the child holding him in your arms as you fall. His screams fill your ears and you spot Din racing toward you,

“You’re gonna be alright kid!” You yell before pushing him off you while throwing your hand out with a force push putting him right into Din’s arms as he flies by, the two landing on the cliffside. Your rapid descent with the creature crashing into the water. You see the large dinosaur turtle appear and you close your eyes waiting for the inevitable when arms wrap around your waist and you are pulled back into the sky. Seeing copper and white armor you tighten your grip around his neck as Kaz pulls you away from the danger.

“Maker are you always this reckless!” He yells breathlessly over the rushing wind as you fly to safety. “On a daily basis!” You shout back as you rejoin the group and the saved foundling. Touching the ground your feet settling onto the ground from Kaz’s grip you’re instantly pulled into a bone-crushing hug from Din as a mumbles rapid prayers and curses.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.” He sighs pulling back and checking over you seeing you just look tousled by the wind and he smooths your hair back.

“I’m fine Din,” You reassure him as he continues looking over for even the most minuscule injury, “I’m not the one that was kidnapped.” You say looking over at Vizsla as he speaks to his son keeping him in a tight embrace.

Returning to your ships with the foundling you quickly arrive back to the covert seeing the crowd waiting for your arrival. Exiting your ship R4 follows behind as Bo-Katan’s ship opens revealing the group and the crowd claps and cheers seeing the returned foundling. You see the Armorer appear from the mass standing before you, “Y/n Kryze, you have honored your House and all of Mandalore. You have done the highest honor of the Creed. Saving a foundling.” She says and you nod in thanks unable to stop the wide grin appearing on your face.

“This is the Way.” You say and she nods approvingly repeating your words, “This is the Way.”

“And we have brought you three more foundlings in need of care and training.” You say and the Armorer tilts her head slightly, “Is that so?” The screeching from the hatchlings appears from Bo-Katan’s ship guided by two Mandalorians holding a hunk of meat on a stick. The crowd exclaims as the large raptors try eating the meat. Bo-Katan and Din come to your side the man patting your shoulder and you could feel the pride coming on him same with your grand-aunt. 

“You’re in need of a repair. Come with me.” The Armorer notices the missing pauldron on Bo-Katan’s shoulder and she’s soon being led away leaving you with Din and Grogu whom he quickly pulls into his arms. You look at the large crowd that gathers around Vizsla and Ragnar thankful for seeing him returned. Your gaze meets the brash Mandalorian as he gives a sharp nod in thanks and you return your own one back. Din saw you grow before his own eyes when he first met this skittish smart-mouth kid who wanted nothing to do with him but now he looks at a young still smart-mouth woman who has matured and is becoming a true leader. You made your house proud with your actions and also your small clan of three. Din felt pride in being your father figure knowing he guided you and raised you to become this smart, independent woman. You were the person to rightfully wield the Darksaber and lead their people he could see that.

“I’m proud of you kid,” Din says and the grin you send him could melt Hoth with its warmth. You felt like you were on cloud nine as he stepped away with Gorgu who coos happily to see you. Mandalorians come up to you congratulating you, patting your shoulders, or saying the phrase ‘This is the Way’ and you repeat it back. You felt like an outcast coming here but you had proven to the others. Leadership, loyalty, and compassion are the signs of a true Mandalorian the one you are slowly becoming to be.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian #clan of three #clan of three series #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #din djarin x jedi!reader #din x reader #din djarin x y/n #mando x reader

[stromuprisahat]

Alina fails to establish herself as a leader worth following

Siege and Storm- Chapter 13

Why would he? You're just some nobody deserter, who waltzed in as if she owned the place. Last they saw you, you were about to enter and destroy the Fold, then their leader's gone and hunted, more of their people murdered or forced to flee and they're kept hostage in their own home.

Alina headed from Grand Palace directly to Little Palace. Remaining Second Army Grisha are good as prisoners. How would they know they're supposed to kiss her ass now?!

I'm sorry, but did Alina forget to mention different tone of Sergei's question? Because this here reads like mere inquiry of a person trying to get a grasp on situation they're all in.

But of course, Alina's expecting a conflict, so that's what she'll get one way or another.

Touché!

Why is a teen boy with unfinished officer training the most reasonable person in the room? Sure, he counts as an adult, but there are older people with less sense. And apparently he anticipated Alina's new position. If that doesn't spell promissing higher-ranking soldier, I don't know what would.

That's a perfectly good question, Alina.

Either she's forgetting to mention his tone again, or she's hellbent on seeing Sergei as some annoying pest, who deserves to be disregarded.

Sergei has a point once again. I'm beginning to see why he trained for a higher position.

Alina cannot stand being challenged (Now, that it's finally happening.). Instead of soothing their well-funded fears, she's getting angry. And something tells me she's not a person with a firm grip on her emotions...

Again, Alina's pretty focused on viewing Sergei unfavourably.

... and Alina confirms she's completely unfit for the position, if her reaction to challenge is immediately aggression.

She should've answered Sergei's initial questions, soothe his worries, address his pretty fair points- that's what a leader does. It shouldn't come to shouting, AND she should've kept her barking dogs on a leash. THEY'RE HER GUARDS, NOT SPOKESPEOPLE! If she cannot control three guards and possible deserter, how can she expect obedience of a large group of justifiably scared and confused people?!

Words, words, words.

A girl, who just almost killed the lot of them claims their life-long protector's evil, and only SHE can attest to it. Of course they'll follow her now. You don't argue with a psychopath. You don't try to convict a violent madman of their delusion. Certainly not when they're holding a knife.

(For someone, who insists the Darkling ruled through fear, she sure makes a show of avoiding "his" methods.)

What about starting with "The Darkling used the Fold to destroy Novokribirsk."? Power means nothing, if used incompetently.

... or I will have you in chains. Honest at last!

I am a soldier. Since when?! LOL

And how does that have anything to do with the obedience she requires from them?!

Chance makes it sound as if Alina were their saviour. Sure, she believes it, but considering her demonstration a moment ago and the rest of her speech, "option" would be more fitting.

It's understandable Alina's emotional! She almost ~murdered~ someone!

Yeah, but if she wants to lead, she'll have to learn to FACE her fuck ups, not run blindly from them, leaving others to fend for themselves and deal with the consequences...

... and that's almost untrained Alina with two amplifiers and a few dozens disobedient minions.

Now make it three and a whole country. I'm sure she'd make much better ruler than the Darkling could ever hope to become. Kind and peaceful...

On the other hand, it would be amusing to watch from safe distance.

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[zmickmilk]

What do you think fionas childhood was like 💓

I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY thanks for asking :pp.

I used to be a reallly big fiona fan, so I've thought about this a lot.

I imagine fionas upbringing was similar to Debbie's in alot of ways. They both find themselves in problematic relationships, forced to look after their siblings.

Fiona is mentioned to have a LONG sexual history as early as s1, where she's only 21. Given the lack of attention and validation she was getting, I think fiona has been having sex since she was a child. She probably fell into the "mature for her age" group. Her parents were neglecting her, possibly physically abusing her (we've seen Frank hit his kids in the show), and she wasn't able to get academic validation because she had to drop out. It wouldn't surprise me that this led her into having older bfs and stuff like that.

This makes even more sense to me given how she reacts to her siblins minor /adult relationships. Fiona didn't have anyone to tell her that her relationships were wrong, so when she saw her siblings going through the same thing, she saw nothing wrong with it. Like when she says that ned and Ian is "just sex"

We also see that she , like Debbie and a lot of the other female characters, is scared of abandonment. She tells Jimmy Steve that everybody leaves and keeps going back to Jimmy even though she knows he's bad for her because she's desperate for someone to stay. She rushes into relationships, remember when she married someone after like a week of daiting ?? Fiona has a hard time accepting love even though she craves it. She cheats and ruins one of her most stable relationships. I think that all comes from the way she was treated in her romantic relationships as a child. Of course, a lot of her abandonment fear comes from Monica, too.

Okay moving away from guys.

We know fiona ran track in school and that she was really fucking good at it. This was probably one of the most stable things in her life, an activity away from her siblings and the stress of home. Running is a good way to feel in control. I think fiona developed problems around running ? I'm not sure what exactly you would call it. Fiona would push herself too hard on the track so that she was responsible for the aches she felt instead of them being stressed. I can also imagine having an ED around this time. Her siblings are young, so they're struggling even more with money than normal. She starts to skip meals, and eventually, she finds control in what she eats when she's forced away from track.

I imagine fiona to be relatively popular in school, mainly with guys, but she struggles to keep real outside of school friendships. This changes when she meets Kev and V. I think they probably met after she dropped out of school. V is like 23, I think, in the first season and Kevin 25 ish ? I'm not really that sure, but we know fiona didn't go to school with them. Kevin and V helped fiona a lot, and she definitely needed them. They started to help her with the kids, and for once, she had people on her side. Things get better for her when she meets them.

Baby fiona (5-12) was definitely the in ur face demanding respect, kinda kid. She was sassy and always trying to seem as strong as possible. She will haggle prices for anything and isn't afraid to scam and cheat to get what she needs for her family. But I also imagine her being good at acting sweet. She's a great sweet talker. This is a prominent trait Ian has, and I think he got it from his big sister.

Teens, she's all about drama. Boy drama petty teen girl drama, watching reality TV when she can and stealing gossip magazines. I think she latches onto the typical teen girl image hard. She definitely has a short phase of always getting dress coded. I don't think this lasts that look tho.

Same as in the show, she's always got a new job, sometimes working 2 or 3. She's stressed ofc but learns a lot. She has little hacks and tricks for almost any job. She's resistant in the way she will do anything. Nothing is too dirty or hard for her.

Her relationship with Frank is complex. Fionas Frank's favourite, but she's also the oldest and likely the one he takes his anger out on most. When ur someone's favourite, it hurts them even more when they feel you messed up. I don't think Frank was consistent with his abuse, but it was definitely there. Frank was a 'good' dad sometimes. Fiona gets to know Frank when his alcoholism and drug use wasn't at its peak (He gradually gets worse with age) So fiona got more good dad moments but also felt the disappointment harder as she watched him get worse.

Fiona tells lip (pretty sure it's him) that he's always been Monica's favourite in s1, and I think she has always thought that. Later on in the show, u obviously see Ian and debbie are monicas favourites, tho. I don't see Monica and fiona ever being particularly close. Fiona was hit hard when Monica leaves for the first time, Frank's a mess, and now she has the unfortunate job of explaining that she's gone to her siblings. Unlike her younger siblings, who are probably too young to fully understand what's going on, fiona feels the abandonment full force.

Fiona is 4 / 5 yrs older than lip, right? (Their ages confuse me so bad) so she I'm guessing she was always in a different school than him. Correct me if I'm wrong, but if he's in elementary school, she's in high school. Fiona has to miss school to run all over the place and collect her siblings from different places. She might have to be the one to unroll her siblings in school, too, a couple times.

Finally just some random things

She has a purple flip phone at one point that she's super protective of

She loves family movie nights and would try to do as many as possible.

She cried when Debbie was born cause she was so excited to have a sister.

Similarly she cried when Ian was born cause he was a boy and she wanted a sister.

She really wanted a pet when she was young

She has 100s of diary's from yrs and yrs of writing in them (we see Carl read one)

Would always struggle with her hair cause it's curly and v helps her learn how to style it even tho she hardly does

She's the kind of person who finds comfort in sitting on the floor, in the bathroom, bath tub

Had a pink hating phase

Had a collection of different fake IDs by the time she was 16

Definitely got in at least 1 fight in school cause of boy drama

Hated cooking

ANYWAY I love fiona

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[not-goldy]

Hello I'm not quoting blog name here but what do you think about this ? Your real opinion about Jimin and Jungkook.

the thing is i dont think jikook are actually together. i think they have feelings for each other and on some level they both know it and i think they play it up in front of the camera because it feels safer in some twisted way-- they can write it off as fanservice. theyre obviously the closest in the group but besides a few drunken... not kisses but charged moments (the hickey hello), i dont think theyve done anything. i think they are acutely aware of the eyes on them and the line they cannot cross, and i think they toe it more often than they probably should. i think they date other people. i think as their outside relationships ebb and flow so does the bond between them, i think there is jealousy, i think there is confusion about what will happen between them. i think theyre both very aware of their status as celebrities and that they will simultaneously be wholeheartedly accepted and carelessly shunned, i think nothing will happen until after their military service, i think, realistically, nothing will happen until after DISBANDMENT, when they try to stay away from each other, bitter, and realize they can't

I think it's beautifully written.

It's the most serene form of adultification of Jikook I've seen so far. Don't get me wrong. Jikook are adults, yes. But they've not always been adults.

But I mean, I would come to the same conclusion too if I was looking at jikook in media res. It's very easy to look at them as they are now and think - for lack of a better word- highly of them because they look like two professionals and two self respecting adults who have control over their charged "chemistry" on screen.

But I'm afraid that's not jikook.

I met jikook as teens and have had the privilege of watching them literally grow to become the jikook we see on screen today.

"They are very aware of their status as celebrities"

Uhmmm celebrities where?? Here? I think da fuck not

I don't even think it's clocked for some of them that they are celebrities and some of them are still getting used to the fact they are.

You know there was a time they would stroll into airports and nobody cared? Shocking I know. They took to the streets to sell their own tickets and would keep asking strangers, "do you know BTS"

Back in their own home country not many people even knew who they were.

And you have to understand this fact about them on order to appreciate the gravity of their success. They are a spectacle and such a global phenomenon partly because of their poor to riches story. Let's not belittle that for literary symmetry.

Bts hasn't always been this big huge stars of world dominating proportions. Believe it or not.

That gaze we think shapes their every conduct now hasn't always been there. No one was checking for them like that and like they themselves said some of them even nearly quit because they didn't know they would become this huge.

In the Fandom we talk about Namjoon constantly keeping them in check and reminding them people are watching- mind you these are media trained idols we talking about and yet how many times have we had to clear searches for their blunder? How many times have they had to issue an apology for the song lyrics or comments they've made.

They are constantly reminding eachother of the gaze

BTS came from somewhere. Whatever platform they are on they built it from the ground up. As good intentioned as we are in our analysis of them, we shouldn't take that away from them.

They've been in the mud and they've got some dirt on them and they've done things when they thought no one was watching. But that's part of their journey. You don't need to bend over backwards and clean them up to make them look presentable. Which is what I feel OP is doing here. A cleaned up version of jikook.

Op talks about a few drunken moments- was this before or after Jungkook was legally allowed to drink alcohol? Or is she just superimposing adult jikook on all stages of Jikook's journey? See what I mean?

BTS have talked about struggling with teenage hormones, about struggling with lust and love, watching porn, popping off, girls, boys, dating, attraction, gender expression, struggling with their identity- those are very valid lived experiences we cannot take away from them.

We cannot for instance take away from the fact they shared a bed while naked, the fact they sneaked into each other's hotel rooms and was caught on camera, nor take away from them the feeling of attraction or the fact they love each other.

And while Anon likes to think so highly of them as to believe they could be in such close proximity, as human as they were, as young as they were, as hormonal as they were, willing to experiment and take risks, that they could restrain themselves because of a career they had no idea they would have or because of a large audience that didn't exist at the time, I have no such compunction. Jikook fucked eachother. They were young, and wild and horny and they fucked eachother. It's very simple.

One plus one is two for me. I don't have to rack my brians or sugarcoat it.

"Nothing will happen until after disbandment."

Why do people make sex out to be such a big deal😭

IT'S JUST SEX.

Okay scratch that, it's not just sex for them because it's also about having their needs met, it's about the companionship, self discovery and exploration. People think being an idol is easy. It gets lonely and often times depressing and these people develop all kinds of coping mechanisms and to me jikook found each other to cope too.

We cannot have a conversation around Tae Tae's struggles and depression, Jimin's complaints of loneliness, Namjoon and Suga's you know what, Jin's depresion and abyss while also not considering what they'd done or what they would have needed to do to cope. Especially when we read that other idols were and are advised to date, do therapy, smoke, do drugs, fuck around- albeit discreetly as a cooping mechanism for these struggles.

They can give each other hickies and rat each other out in public for said hickies, touch their dicks and spank each other's ass, they can play kiss kiss with each other as part of games, and tell each other they like to be tied up, but God forbid they actually kiss.

And gaze or not, there men have lived their lives and gathered experiences. Not all facet of their lives are controlled by our gaze. They out there living their lives I promise you that. They all fucking those they want to fuck, taking substances they wanna take, drinking whatever the fuck they want to drink.

Our opinion of them isn't stopping them from living their lives. That's my opinion and my belief. Just because I say they not screwing no body don't change a thing for them.

And if jikook ain't fucking, really their loss 💀

I wouldn't mind fucking jimin for Kook. Imma blow his back the fuck out. Every block boy need a little love💕

Put it down and imma pick it up purr

These mofos are out here thirst trapping eachother thrusting their hips in sexual aggression and belting in high key notes over sex and here we are thinking they are too decent to the blowing it up each other's ass.

And to think they both been acting dickmatized all these years because they aren't screwing??? Huh???

Yall do too much I swear

Look, this is a bell

This is Jimin ringing said bell

This is Jungkook when he heard Jimins bell

And this is Jikook ring ranging the bell together

Jikook are fucking eachother. They can't unring that bell and no one can convince me otherwise. I just don't trust that with all the sexual tensions and all the alone time they spend together that all they do when they are alone is read scriptures.

Nope. Nah uh

But hey, to each their own.

[book-place]

If You Do It, I’ll Do It

Warnings: slight cursing, weapons, injuries, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Poe Dameron x reader platonic

Request: hi!! I was wondering if you'd be okay with doing a Poe Dameron req w/ gn!teen!reader request??

Y/n is really good with combat and stuff, so they're aloud to go in missions and everything, but maybe they have a rough time on one and come back hurt so Poe has to take care of them?? (making sure they eat, changing their bandages, trying to get them to rest so they can heal despite how stubborn they are, etc.)

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You and Poe always do everything together, but he hadn’t realized just how seriously you took that

A/N: HAPPY MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU; also, sorry I kinda changed the request a bit

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You and Poe always had this sort of, ‘If you do it, I’ll do it’ mentality that not only got the two of you into trouble, but life threatening situations on occasion.

Being one of the youngest resistance fighters who was taken in by General Leia Organa herself, it was often easy to escape the lectures and rants that accompanied the mischief.

Because Leia treated you both as her own children, it was a given that you would often act like siblings- whose bickering never seemed to end- but were also partners in crime.

From stealing jets, to painting a rude instructors room a bright neon color, the two of you felt as if you could do anything together and get away with it while laughing your asses off.

Perhaps all of that was why you found yourself in that situation, the feeling of being unstoppable becoming too overpowering. Your young mind not knowing any better. Not like Poe, who was actually the adult, and should have known and taught you better about.

There was a chance that this was partly his fault- Leia would think so, anyway. On numerous occasions, he had gotten himself into some dangerous situations that left way too much room for doubt about whether he would get out of it or not. And now, you had done the same thing, and weren’t even the slightest bit worried.

You had watched countless times from base as Poe easily slipped away from death's grasp after backing himself into a situation that called for it. And now, you felt like you could do so too.

The two of you were partners in crime, after all. You did everything together. So if he could get out of it, then you could too.

There had to be at least seven troopers surrounding you, each with blasters pointed at your chest.

This should be a piece of cake.

Despite the circumstances, a smirk grew on your face. Poe has faced far worse than this, clearly it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

You, along with Poe and a few other resistance fighters, had been handpicked by the general herself for this mission. The objective was to sneak into an imperial base unnoticed, grab a hard drive containing information about the empire's latest plans, and slip out without making a sound.

Simple enough. Until it wasn’t.

You, being young, were purposeful for many reasons. Being able to get into small spaces that the others couldn’t, hiding with ease in almost any place.

However, that also meant that you stuck out like a sore thumb when trying to sneak back out amongst a group of adults. Something all of you had been too caught up with other plans to notice.

And now, even though you were cornered, you were going to be fine.

Wait.

This wasn’t like other situations. You weren’t able to wield the force and you didn’t have a lightsaber like Rey. You didn’t even have a deflector shield like Poe often did.

Sure, you were very skilled when it came to combat, but you doubted the troopers were about to put down their blasters for a good old fashioned fist fight.

Realization of just how doomed you were crossed your features when it was far too late.

“Y/n!”

A voice tore through the chaos of the battle. Poe.

The trooper standing closest to you finally pulled the trigger.

The last thing you remembered seeing was Poe, fighting like hell to get to you from all the way across the hanger, a look of nothing but pure distress and desperation on his face.

-•-

Slowly, you began stirring.

The first thing you noticed was a steady beeping in a place that seemed too far away to reach. You could only hear it through a clouded, muffling the sound.

You had to practically swim through it to reach the source of the noise, and when it finally became clear, you were able to crack your eyes open.

It took you a second to try to adjust to the bright lights beaming down at you, but when you did, you began to take in your surroundings.

You were in a stark white room that you recognized to be one of the medical spaces, and you were laying on your back on one of the beds. Poe was just to your right, sitting in a chair with his arms resting on his knees and fingers laced behind his head.

Under different circumstances, if you couldn’t see the dark bags under his eyes and the disheveled state of his hair, you would have laughed at how ridiculous and out of place he looked in the imperial clothes he had used for the mission, ones that were at least a size too big for him.

“Poe?” Your voice was scratchy.

His head snapped up immediately and a sigh of relief fell from his lips, “Hey,” He breathed out, jumping up and standing over you, eyes worriedly scanning over your body, “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” You tried to pull yourself into a sitting position, only to be gently stopped and pushed back down onto the mattress.

“Don’t,” His voice was slightly strained, “Just lay down. You’ll hurt yourself.”

A frown pulled on your lips. This was so unlike Poe, the man you knew to live on the edge. Not to worry about a silly little injury, “I’m fine.” There was some slight agitation in your tone now.

“You got shot in the shoulder,” He gently lead you back down again, though his voice was clipped, “You’re definitely not fine.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and gave him an incredulous look, “What has gotten into you? I’m fine. Nothing we can’t handle.”

Poe's eyebrows shot up, “We? You’re the one who got shot.”

A shrug of your shoulders, “Well, yeah, but you’ve dealt with worse.”

His face dropped, “What? You think that just because I can handle something like that, you can too?”

Now, you were beyond confused, “Of course. Why couldn’t I?”

“Oh, maker,” He breathed out in horror, dropping back into his seat and rubbing his hands down his face.

“What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” You asked, worry seeping into your voice.

“N/n,” His eyes shone as he looked up at you, “I’m a grown adult, you’re a teenager.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Yeah. So?”

“So, of course you can’t handle the same things I can. You’re still just a kid.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Suddenly defensive, “We can do anything that the other can. We’ve always been like that.”

He shook his head helplessly, “I had no idea you thought like that,” It was as if he was talking to himself, but you could hear it too, “If I had known… What was I thinking? Always running around and goofing off with you as if I was a kid? Of course you’ll get confused, you know I’m older, but you somehow think we’re the same.”

His words were beginning to sting your heart, “What are you talking about?”

“N/n,” He said softly, getting out of the chair and crouching down beside you, gently taking your hand in his, “I’m so sorry you were ever under the assumption that just because I do something stupid and somehow get away with my life, doesn’t mean you can too. I would never want you to risk your life that way just because I could do it.”

“So what? We shouldn’t be hanging out? We shouldn’t be having fun?” Tears had begun to well in your eyes as you whispered out the words.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He shook his head, “I love you, I really do, you’re my best friend. You just shouldn’t try to be like me.” A small, playful smile lit up his face as he tried to ease the tension, “Besides, you know I’m an idiot.”

You let out a watery chuckle, “Yeah, you are.”

Poe smiled, “So, this means you won’t put yourself in danger anymore just because you think I can do it?”

The nod of your head was enough to make him sag in relief, “Good, now come on, I’m gonna go tell Leia you’re up. She wants to give you an earful about putting yourself into dangerous situations.”

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[marvel-ous-m]

44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” :D -@a-little-unsteddie 🌼

@a-little-unsteddie many apologies for this taking so long!! Writers block and family emergencies have been plaguing me for a while. I hope you enjoy!! I got a bit of inspiration from a post that said something like “there’s nothing more romantic than someone wiping blood off of their partners face after battle, especially if it isn’t their blood”. And this just kinda… came from that.

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The final battle begins a little over three months after the end of Spring Break.

It almost makes sense, that everything end mid-summer. Just a year after the mind-flayer, a year after Billy and Russians and Starcourt. Still, three months gave them time. Gave Eddie time to heal, gave Max time to wake up and tap into her mental connection to Vecna with the aid of El.

It gave them time to prepare. Gave them time to clear out all of Hawkins, call in reinforcements, and finish this- once and for all. The nature of their plan of attack finds Eddie, Joyce, and most of the kids right side up at Hopper’s cabin while El, Will, and the rest of the teens and adults fight Vecna hands-on in the Upsidedown. And it works.

Everything starts to wither away when Vecna takes his last breath. El has to exert herself to hold the portals open, using up all her residual energy, but everyone makes it out.

There’s a tearful reunion on the other side. A fair amount of patching up wounds, too. Joyce leads that effort with a level of skill and precision that no one else could come close to.

The commotion of the reunion leaves Eddie to wander around the crowd. He watches on, not needed (thankfully) for administering medical attention, but still struggling to find his place in this group that had faced these horrors time and time again.

He spots Steve pretty quickly once he actually starts looking for him.

Steve, who is standing away from the crowd, loosely holding his bat in his hand, with a sort of vacant look in his eye. There’s dark blood splattered across his face, and if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think Steve was under Vecna’s curse.

But Vecna was dead and gone, so the best explanation that Eddie could manifest was that Steve was just… shocked.

Which, yeah, he had a fucking right to be. But… maybe he could do with sitting down?

Eddie crossed the crowd, stopping in front of the battle-worn boy with a gentle smile. “Hey, Stevie. Wanna come inside? We can get you a little cleaned up?”

Steve blinked once, then nodded at Eddie’s words- silent recognition the only thing he could muster at the moment.

Eddie nodded back and carefully wrapped his arm around Steve’s shoulders, guiding him towards the cabin. Miraculously, none of the (admittedly nosey) kids intervened.

He led Steve towards the bathroom in Hoppers cabin, guiding him to sit on top of the toilet lid. The bathroom had been prepped beforehand with clean towels and gauze in case the worst happened (Eddie sent a silent thanks that those preparations remained unused), which made it easy for Eddie to grab a clean towel, wet it, then kneel in front of Steve and begin to gently dab away some of the blood covering his face.

He talked while he did it. Eddie knew Steve appreciated his rambles, as shown by Steve actually listening and asking questions whenever Eddie went off on a tangent.

It almost felt like everything was normal, would have felt that way, if it weren’t for the red-ish black-ish goo that Eddie was wiping away from Steve’s face.

After a few minutes of Eddie’s gentle attention, Steve came back to himself.

From one moment to the next, Eddie went from wiping away blood to also wiping away tears.

“S-sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying. We won.” Steve mumbles under his breath. He tries to reach a shaking hand up to wipe away his cheeks, but Eddie takes his hand instead, bringing it back down to rest in Steve’s lap.

Eddie continued to clean Steve’s face with one hand, the thumb on his other hand rubbing small circles in Steve’s palm. “We did win. And it’s over. But… you look like you just crawled out of hell. Fuck, Stevie, you basically did. You faced the very real monster that plagues our nightmares and you lived to tell the tale. I think you’ve earned the right to cry, Steve.”

Steve’s breath hitches, and his hand tightens around Eddie’s. “But- I should be happy.”

“Emotions are complicated.” Eddie set the towel down, finally satisfied with the level of grime he cleaned off Steve’s face. The boy could definitely do with a shower, but Eddie knew he’d probably be falling asleep long before then.

Eddie stood then, wincing at the pull of tight skin against his still-healing wounds. He still held Steve’s hand, but Eddie now looked down at him. He gave Steve’s hand an encouraging squeeze. “As far as I’m concerned, you can feel whatever damn emotions you want. I’m just thankful you came back to us.”

That you came back to me was left unsaid.

In one fluid motion, Steve tugged on Eddie’s hand, forcing Eddie to lean forward. From his seated position, Steve then grabbed onto the fabric of Eddie’s T-shirt and pulled him forward, their lips crashing together in a searing kiss.

Some things don’t need to be spoken.

They separated for breath soon after. Eddie sucked in air, bit his lip, then let out a breathy, high-pitched giggle. That was entirely unexpected but very, very welcomed. He searched Steve’s face, relieved to see Steve grinning back at him. But still… crying.

Eddie reached his hands up, and with his thumbs, he carefully brushed the area under Steve’s eyes, wiping his boy’s tears away.

When Eddie had finished drying Steve’s cheeks, Steve took Eddie’s wrist and guided Eddie’s hand towards his mouth. He pressed a feather-light kiss to the pad of Eddie’s thumb, then smiled against Eddie’s fingers.

Eddie felt twin droplets of water roll against his hand. One from Steve, and one, much to his surprise, from himself.

“I’m always going to come back to you, Eds.”

I love you.

Some things didn’t need to be said, and some tears didn’t need an explanation.

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[katareyoudrilling]

Construction Corner (AU Joel Miller x Female Reader) Episode 2: Mr. Ben & Miss Jenny

Fandom: The Last of Us/Pedro Pascal

Pairing: TV Host Joel Miller x divorced Female Reader

Summary: Joel has feelings

Word count: 2k

Rating: Teen, but series will be Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Joel’s POV, Alternate Universe, inaccuracies about tv show production, filming, and construction

A/N: For anyone not familiar with this episode’s cameo – watch here.  I’ve decided that Joel and Reader will need more than 3 episodes and am thinking this series will now be 5 episodes and an epilogue.  Reader is divorced and in her late 30s but is otherwise a blank slate.  Big thank you to @wheresarizona​ for the beta!

Comments and reblogs very much appreciated!

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Joel pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes deeply in and out.

It’s not their fault.

Breathe in.

They tried.

Breathe out.

They don’t know what they don’t know.

He looks up at the mess in front of him again and winces.  

The homeowners, Ben and Jenny, tried to lay a patio… just… on top of the ground.  The jumble of large square pavers, river rocks, and weeds that lay in front of him does not make for a relaxing outdoor space.  Then there’s the pergola.  If you can even call it that.  A strong breeze would knock that spindly thing over.

Joel schools his features and looks over to the couple standing nervously beside their so-called patio.

“Tell me, what do you want to do with this space?”

“Well,” Ben starts nervously, “we are both teachers at the high school and we like to have groups of kids over for discussion groups and things.” He clasps and reclasps his hands together.  “They’ve been through so much.”

“That’s right,” Jenny continues, smoothing her hand down Ben’s arm and taking his hand, “We want them to have a safe space to hang out and be safe people for them when they don’t feel like they can talk to the other adults in their life.”

“We just wanted to make a nice welcoming space, but it didn’t turn out quite right.” Ben’s shoulders slump.

Joel nods, thinking of all the amazing teachers Sarah has had over the years.  It’s obvious the students at Corpus Christi High School are lucky to have these two.

“Well,” he puts his hands on his hips and repeats the line that has become his catchphrase, “we have our work cut out for us, but we’re gonna get it done.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It had been a scorching afternoon of demo.  By the end of it, everyone was so sweaty they decided to call it a day and film the design plan in the morning.  Joel headed straight for the hotel shower and then to the bar. There’s nothing better after a hard, satisfying day of work than a cheeseburger and an ice-cold beer.

He’s sitting at the bar, nursing his second beer and half-watching the baseball game on tv, when you walk in and sit down beside him.

It’s not that he was avoiding you today.  That would be ridiculous.  It’s just that his body doesn’t know how to respond to you anymore.

From the moment he met you, he liked you.  But the ring on your finger was clear.  You were taken.  He wasn’t the type of man to pursue a married woman – no matter how much your eyes sparkled with intelligence and humor, how it set his skin on fire when you casually touched him, or how he longed to feel the softness of your skin under his work-calloused fingers.

He trained his body not to respond to you so that he could have a professional working relationship and, hopefully, a friendship with you.  But last week, one wiggle of your bare fingers undid all that hard work.

He needed the break over the weekend to regain his equilibrium, but there’s no going back.  That much was obvious as soon as he saw you this morning.  You probably aren’t even interested in dating, having just gotten out of a long relationship.  These feelings of his will just have to go away.

His swirling thoughts must have summoned you, because here you are, sidling up to him at the bar, making his skin prickle with awareness.

You gesture to the bartender and point to Joel’s food, “I’ll have the same,” then turn to him, “Aren’t Ben and Jenny the absolute cutest?”

Joel clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, they’re great.  Hard workers.”

“If I had a teacher that looked like that…” you sigh dramatically, leaning into him.  He stiffens and tries to concentrate over the buzzing in his ears.  You smell like a meadow.  Fuck.

You pop back up in your seat as though nothing unusual just happened, because it didn’t… because this is how it always is between the two of you.  He is the only one thinking things are different when they’re not.

“So, how was your weekend?” you ask, stealing a fry from his plate.

“Good, yeah,” he pulls himself together enough to reply, “I talked with Sarah.  On the phone this time,” he chuckles. “Then a bunch of girls ran into her room screamin’ about an a cappella group in the dorm lobby?  And she had to go.  What is that, singin’?” his forehead furrows in confusion.

“I think so,” you smile.  “I’m glad she’s having fun.”

“What about you? How was your weekend?”

“Well, I went on a date,” you reply and his stomach plummets.  So you are ready to date, but not him.

“Oh?” he manages to grunt.

“Yeah, it wasn’t great,” you shudder a little and the urge to protect you spikes sharply through his body.

“Who was he?” he asks out of interest, definitely not jealousy, and definitely not because he would track this guy down if he so much as made you feel a little uncomfortable.

“A friend of a friend of a friend, you know how it goes.” You wave your hand dismissively.  “My girlfriend thinks I should try online dating, but I don’t know. Would you do that?”

The question catches him off guard and pulls a surprised laugh from his throat. “Uhh, no. I’m old.”

“You’re not old!” you chastise and swat him on the arm.  “Besides, I’m only a little younger than you and I’m definitely not old.”

“You are definitely not old.” He agrees, the words thickening in his mouth.  He can’t help but look you up and down.  Your soft curves just beg for his touch.  You’re so comfortable and confident in your body – in your whole self.  It’s so sexy.  If you notice his perusal, you don’t react to it.  Probably for the best.

“Dating at this age is going to be a lot different.  That is, if I can find someone who I actually want to date,” you laugh and steal another fry.  “Do you date much, Joel?”

He takes a long slow drag from his beer, finishing the bottle.  “Haven’t had much interest, to be honest.  Until recently.”

“Because of Sarah? Makes sense.”

Joel looks down at his hands then drags his gaze up to yours.  “Partly.  But something else has me rethinkin’ things too.” He holds your gaze for a moment, then another, and another, until understanding dawns across your lovely features.

Just then, the bartender arrives and places your burger and beer in front of you, breaking the tension.

Joel stands up from his stool, “Well, I’m gonna call it a night.”  He turns and walks out of the bar, leaving you staring at his back.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Ready to get to work?”  Ben and Jenny both nod enthusiastically.  They are Joel’s favorite kind of homeowners, eager to learn and ready to help.  It’s going to be a lot of work to get the new patio finished, but they’re prepared for the tedious ground preparations needed to do this project the right way.  The new patio and pergola will be a much better space for the kids to hang out.

The sun climbs higher in the sky as Joel and the crew dig.  Joel berates himself with each slam of the shovel into the dirt.  It was a dick move leaving you in the bar like that.  He’s going to have to explain himself and apologize profusely.  Not to mention even hinting at his feelings to begin with.  Asshole.

He has barely made eye contact with you all day.  Granted, you have been busy doing your job, so it’s not like there has been much opportunity.

It’s another scorching day.  Sweat runs down Joel’s face and back.  Out of habit, he subtly angles himself towards the cameras and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt.  They love when he does that shit.  He would never admit it, but there is a secret part of him that enjoys that people seem to like the way he looks.

What confuses him even more, is that people also seem to like it when he’s grumpy.  He’s sure to be looking extra grumpy today, but only he knows it’s not due to the heat and the backbreaking work.

To their credit, Ben and Jenny keep pace with him.  When they pause to film an informational segment about how to use a level to make sure the patio slopes away from the house the appropriate amount, they seem genuinely interested.

The physicality of the work slowly soothes his mind so that when he arrives at the hotel later that night, sweaty and exhausted, he’s startled to find you leaning up against the door.

You push yourself to standing, “Hi, I was hoping we could talk?” you ask nervously.

“Uh, sure, I’m pretty gross right now, but uhhh….”

“Go ahead and shower and change. Take your time.  Can you come to my room when you’re done?  It’s 310.  I heard the crew making plans to meet in the bar. I’d like to talk somewhere private.”  You’re rambling.  Fuck.  This is bad.

A swell of panic rises in his gut.  He shouldn’t have hinted to you about his feelings last night.  It was too much.  Now you’re uncomfortable and will probably quit.

He manages to nod his agreement and enters his room.  He tries to calm his racing mind with a quick shower and throws on a flannel and some jeans before heading to your room.

You open the door at his knock and welcome him inside.

“I’m so sorry,” he starts.

“No, wait…. It’s ok.  Don’t be sorry,” you place a calming hand on his arm and he hazards a little hope that he hasn’t wrecked everything.  “I just want to make sure I understand what you said last night.  Do you have… uhh… feelings for me?”

“Look, it’s not like I’ve been pinin’ for you since we met.  It’s not like that.”  He runs a hand through his wet hair.  “I wasn’t expectin’ to… when you told me you got divorced… I didn’t… I just…” he looks at you letting all the confusion and desire swirling through his brain show in his brown eyes, “I really like you.  I’ve always liked you.  And I think… I might more than like you.  Fuck, I sound like an idiot,” he growls in frustration.

“No, you don’t sound like an idiot.” You squeeze his arm reassuringly.  “I was just surprised, and I wanted to be sure that’s what you meant.  I’ve always really liked you too.  In fact, knowing you and seeing how you’re so patient and kind… and competent…” you pause to clear your throat, “I’d be lying if I said you didn’t help me realize that I didn’t want to be with my ex anymore.  I deserve more… better…”

“Are you sayin’….”

“It’s not that I had feelings for you before, but what if I wanted to now?”  You look up at him with wide-eyes and it takes all the willpower he has not to pull you into his arms and explore this new heat between you.  Instead, he takes your hands in his and runs his thumbs over your soft skin.

“I don’t want to pressure you into feelin’ things you aren’t ready to feel.” You start to object, but he continues, “Think it over.  I’m flyin’ out east to visit Sarah at school for the weekend.  Next week, we’re shootin’ in Austin.  If you think you want to, I’d like to take you on a date.”

You nod shakily.  He brings your hands up to his lips and brushes a gentle kiss against your knuckles, breathing in the sweet smell of your skin.  Then he leaves.

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A/N: for anyone not familiar, this episode’s cameo is from the SNL Sketch “fancam assembly”

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My Craig's gang headcanons

Craig is a mama's boy, sorry, I don't make the rules

Clyde definitely has broken at least onε 3DS in the dumbest way possible, like crying and the tears messing up with the machine or by bragging that his 3DS is indestructible, ending with Cartman sitting on it and crushing it in the process

Tolkien's favourite movie is lion king, don't ask, I have no idea why I thought of that

Jimmy reads those "how to be professionally funny" books religiously

Tweek tried a monster once and nearly had a heart attack from stress because he mentally convinced himself it's stronger than the coffee he normally drinks and his body is going to explode from all the caffeine intake

Craig and Clyde have secret hang outs that they (Clyde) named "best bros date" where they talk about their favourite things (space, dinosaurs, race cars etc.) and watch their favourite cartoons

Tolkien for Jimmy's birthday bought him a microphone so that Jimmy can have improv comedy sessions whenever and wherever he pleases

Tweek had to go throught 'trials' to join Craig's gang. Nothing serious, just normal fourth grader stuff, like having him climb the monkey bars in under fifteen seconds or something like that. Needless to say, the poor boy almost had a panic attack and jugged a whole ass pot of coffee and climbed the bars in one millisecond

Craig and Tolkien go to the bookstore once a month and get a book. It's their way of motivating one another to read more

Clyde and Jimmy once (in their late teens) got super wasted and made a youtube video where they told really bad jokes. It blew up and they woke up to a bunch of analyses video talking about how they are the next big step in making comedy better. They remember nothing and only learned what happened through Craig who found it very entertaining

Tweek accidently ate a small rock once and was freaked out for a week straight thinking he's going to die. The fourth grade ended up playing 'funeral' with everyone having different roles. Tweek was the dead guy

Whenever Craig and Jimmy are left alone unsupervised they go to Craig's basement and make videos in which they just talk for hours about the people they hate and they managed to gather a small cult following by just hating on people

Tolkien and Clyde once crashed a car

Tweek wanted to continue boxing after his and Craig's fight but was scared and nervous to enter a club alone. At some point once he becomes part of Craig's gang, he tells that to the guys and, in order to encourage him to join, all of them (-Jimmy because he's in the comedy club) join. Craig and Tolkien go for kickboxing and Clyde and Tweek go boxing

Craig is the kind of person who knows a lot of random stuff and skills that he never mentions unless it's brought up. He's like that one guy on Tik Tok who knows the bird language, the OwO language, the cat language ect. His friends never know and anytime he's like "oh yeah, I know how to speak Latin, don't worry I can talk to this demon to leave us alone," the guys are like "HUH"

Clyde has the entire Dinosaur wiki memorized

When Tolkien first joined the group he spend days researching everything he could find about the others' interests out of fear he won't be able to participate in conversations or something. After a few one on one conversations Clyde and Jimmy figured it out pretty early own because it was pretty obvious, but Craig never did and still thinks Tolkien is genuinely interested in space and Tolkien doesn't want to break the illusion so he keeps researching and talking about stars and planets and everything else for hours with Craig

Jimmy knows Portuguese, I don't know why or how but it seems like something he would do

Tweek and Clyde weren't on the best terms at first because Clyde was kinda spooked of Tweek's tics since he didn't understand them, but overtime he learned that Tweek is a pretty cool dude

Craig loves to cook and clean, it's relaxing to him because he can just go through the notions and end up being productive. His friends have tasted his cooking multiple times and love it.

The whole gang has at some point worked in both Tweak.Bros and mr Donavan's shoe store

Tolkien's place is where they usually have their sleepovers. If for whatever reason they can't go to Tolkien's, then it's Craig's basement cause his parents are pretty chill and nice. They almost never go to Tweek's because his parents freak out the gang

Jimmy once wrote his final exam high on mushrooms and got a perfect score

Tweek never got a driving license because he's too scared of cars

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