#the ending was so fucking depressing I need a nap now

[babisawyer]

Jackie realizing she’s gonna have to take care of shauna and jeff’s ghost baby

#🐇 #yellowjackets #truly it’s so interesting to me how much better this season is than the first that literally never happens for me #the current timeline is finally getting interesting. Jeff is still the best part #love how fast misty took to being a cult that is so her™️ #Jackie liking poppies is interesting to me both in the Jackie is gay camp and also you know the whole thing with wizard oz and her death #the ending was so fucking depressing I need a nap now #like I’m so happy they didn’t eat the baby that would have been so incredibly cheap but glad to finally have answers #like do we think shauna was dreaming or had she temporarily crossed over because like where was Jackie and the French dude #I’d say it would make sense that Lottie could be there somehow #idk it reminded me a lot of Jackie’s death of course so I have many questions #I will say the cop story line is pretty stupid like no fucking way is any of this legal and also let’s kill that creep cop shauna #I will help you girl I will drive the get away car #I was also like wondering awhile ago if Lottie’a camp is near where the plane crash was #and my best friend and I were like no there’s no way and then they tell us it’s in New York so like possibly close to the boarder? #I tried looking up cherry hill but I couldn’t find anything idk it’s probably totally unlikely and they just also happen to be in the woods #I didn’t get a preview for next week is there a preview? idk #my complaint this week is where is Jackie lmfao where is her ghost why wasn’t she in sex ed give me something I’m not ready to move on!!!!

[love-has-a-way-ofgrowingbackward]

local minima rn lads.

#i cannot like put in words exactly what it is about my mom that does it for me #like to an outsider it would sound like a normal slightly rude interaction. and i couldnt tell you which part makes me feel bad #or why i feel like that. i just. my mind treats her differently than everyone else. i dont clock anyone's position in a room like i do hers #i am always so Aware. and. ive been grey rocking her now. its the only possible card up my sleeve tbh. no plan b. #she just... #acts all plaintive and innocent while pushing the exact buttons that make me shut down and go cold. and i end up looking #so heartless and cruel in front of someone who does everything for me and receives only hate back. when its just. #not true.. #i am so fucking tired of feeling like. like someone scooped a part of my chest out. with like an ice cream scoop every time this #happens #like so tired and HOLLOW #and its not the sort of thing i can explain to someone? its not like someone just called me a slur or cheated on me or whatever #nobody will GET it. like yes you just had a conversation where you were rather rude why is this causing a depressive episode #and just. by nobody i mean everyone who i know who also knows her and also most people who dont know her wont get it #yall got no idea #how much i wanna run away. im fucking desperate okay #i will literally do anything #i need a nap every time i talk to her which sucks because ive got nobody else to talk to. #so there's a lot of sleeping going on here #so much sleeping #just a couple months dante. just. ive done years and years of this. i can do a couple months more. #go to college and then its sayonara you weeaboo shits for everyone here #honestly i was scared of leaving everything i know behind before #but i think im realising i dont really have anything worth keeping here. #i was all like ohh i wont have any family or anyone to fall back on when im in trouble #and then i realised i dont have that anyway. I'd rather figure my problems out on my own than deal with toxic people on top #which is a pretty fucking good realisation peopleos #anyway. hyping myself up to keep from having a breakdown now #godspeed ME

[zmbiesuga]

I literally jumped with joy when you fallowed me back omg ily sm. So I was at the doctors and my doctor told me how he proposed to his wife and it was so sweet. He said he was stressed from finals and he had like a dream that his wife died and he dreamed of everything he couldn’t do with her. So when he woke up it was like 2 in the morning and he ran to his room to get the ring he had. He had it for two whole like years but ran to her dorm and begged her to say yes because he couldn’t wait. Could you write a fic of kuroo doing that with his boyfriend?

JUMP THEN FALL — k. tetsuro x m!reader

sypnosis: kuroo has always known that he wanted to marry you, and he's always said that he'll do it when he knows it's right. what's more perfect than asking after he had a dream about you dying?

warnings: mentions of death (nothing too graphic but still), kuroo being a fucking loser dork but i adore him so it's fine <3, fluff, happy ending!, angst if you squint really really hard, kuroo and reader are in their last year of college in this one, but i'm not in college yet so idfk how it works but i'll pretend i do!! use of the petnames 'babe' and 'baby'

notes: okay i'm so so sorry this took so long, i had a really bad depressive episode, i hope you like it, this request is really cute and i had a lot of fun writing it :D and two, that is so nice of you to say omg :( of course i followed you back, you always send me requests, you interact with my stuff a lot and you're just really nice so thank you for that <3

Kuroo has always wanted to marry you, it's the one thing he's been sure of in his entire life.

When you bring up marriage to him, however, he just tells you to "be patient" and that he'll "do it when he knows it's right" which constantly keeps you on your toes in case your dork of a boyfriend decides that the "right time" is during one of your lectures or at any inappropriate time really.

It kept Kuroo on his toes too, because what you don't know is that in the far-right corner of his sock drawer holds a small velvet box with a beautiful band inside of it. Every day he can feel his hand graze over the box, thinking to himself, maybe now is the right time.

But then he shakes his head, and decides it isn't.

And besides, as much as Kuroo loves you, he has finals to worry about. And they're really kicking his ass.

Although most people would peg Kuroo as the focused studious type (which he tried so desperately to be), the truth was that he tried so hard to procrastinate as much as possible. However, was it really procrastination if he needs the sleep?

When it was to avoid studying for finals, yes it was.

"Kuroo, sleeping to avoid studying for finals is not something you should do," your voice rippled out through the speaker of his phone, "especially if it's every single time you have them."

"Babe, you are the one who is constantly nagging me to sleep more," he rebutted, that stupid cocky tone he always had lingering in the back of his throat ever present, "I'm finally listening to you, I think you should take that as a win."

"Kuroo," your voice cracked again through that shoddy android speaker again, a certain firmness to it this time, "please promise me that you'll study, you're gonna hate yourself if you don't."

"Baby, I promise you I will, you know my word to you is good," he replied, you could hear that fucking cocky grin etching itself onto his face, "right after my little nap. I love you; I'll talk to you soon."

After you too bid your goodbyes, Kuroo made himself as comfortable on that dorm room mattress as he could, until his eyes got heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.

Kuroo could have sworn it was real.

The chase, your blood curdling scream, the way his stomach dropped to the soles of his feet when he realized he was too late.

It wasn't until he shot up in bed with that same nauseous feeling sitting in his chest as his breath came out panicked and labored had he realized it was nothing but a fucked-up dream.

Kuroo had never been so happy to wake up.

Slowly, but surely, he had calmed himself down. His breath returning to normal as the nauseous feeling in his chest disappeared, what didn't disappear, however, was that he didn't want to live life without you. He didn't want to graduate without you beside him, he didn't want to start a company without you there cheering him on along the way, and he sure as hell didn't want to imagine having a family with anyone else that wasn't you. Life was too short for hesitation, it was too short for his hesitation.

He quickly rushed out of bed, pulling an old hoodie over his torso, slipping on his shoes, and rifling through his drawer to grab that velvet box that had been sitting there for two years, begging to be let free.

Luckily for him, your dorm wasn't far from his. He hadn't even bothered to check the time on his phone, where the light flashed a large: 2:03 A.M. at him, he didn't care if his frantic speed walking down the hallway woke up everyone on that floor, he was only worried about getting to you.

When he got to your dorm, he rapped his fist against the door so hard he could've sworn that his knuckles would crack open. The door opened to a very annoyed you, but he didn't care if he interrupted your sleep, or your studying, he was just so elated to see you in front of him.

"Kuroo, what the hell?" you seethed, "It's two in the morning, what on earth —"

You were quickly cut off by Kuroo dropping to one knee in the doorway of your dorm room, pulling out that velvet box in all its glory, revealing that beautiful band you had mentioned liking to him once, you couldn't control the way your mouth slightly dropped in confusion, a wave of emotions hitting you like a tsunami.

"(Y/n), please, just listen to me," he blurted out in an almost pleading tone, "I've always wanted to wait until the right moment to ask you this, but recently, I've realized that the right moment was in front of me the entire time."

You tried to get a word in, but Kuroo's word vomit was faster.

"(Y/n), I've realized there is so much I want to do with you, so much that I can't do without you," he said, you swore you could see the tears well in the corner of his eyes, "everything from this point forward is useless if I can't do it with you by my side, so I'm begging you, even though it's two a.m. and we're both in our pajamas with messy hair and dark circles under our eyes, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"

It was your turn to be stunned, you stared down at your boyf — fiancée, in front of you with stained sweatpants and an old Nekoma sweatshirt barely big enough to cover his torso asking you to marry him at two in the morning.

You stayed quiet for so long, it scared Kuroo. Maybe this wasn't the right time, you two were still in college, this was all so sudden, so impulsive, he should have waited, he should have —

All these thoughts were expelled from his head as he felt your body weight push against his, squeezing him so tight in an embrace that he could barely breath.

"Yes," you whispered against the side of his neck, he could feel the tears from your eyes splashing there as well, "oh my god Kuroo, yes, a million times over."

He smiled softly at you, resting his own head against your shoulder as you held him in your arms. If this is what the rest of his life looked like, then god was he excited for it.

#love letters from leo #my dearest haikyuu #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x male reader #kuroo x m!reader #hq x reader #hq x male reader #hq x m!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x m!reader #kuroo fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #kuroo my love. #light of my life my sweet pie

[vasito-de-leche]

iff its still alright for requests then maybe somethingg small n maybe sleepy with forget me not ? nothing specific otherwise just

sleepy eeby forget me not fic. either that or wrangling his soggy ass to sleep(for once

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "five minutes"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.8k words fluff Being in charge of The Walden has its ups and downs - Forget Me Not enjoys being the conductor of an orchestra composed of dying men and women, even if it costs him hours of precious sleep. You make sure to remind him that even the most powerful broker in Chicago deserves a little nap.

this mf has been fighting me for a month or so, it's so hard to write him SLEEPING, HE RLLY DOESNT WANT TO. I HAVE 3 DIFFERENT DRAFTS GRAAAA so here we are. I fought tooth and nail for this, theres 4 different drafts just about FMN getting some fucking sleep. this one even has like, a different version where you fall asleep on his lap instead bc he keeps FIGHTING ME

either way, ty for the request, nonnie! your ask was the perfect excuse to get this done. sorry it ended up being longer than my usual stuff, I just really love the guy

The amount of work needed to maintain an establishment like The Walden often goes unnoticed.

Its elegant ambience and decor, all the powerful and influential people to rub shoulders with, the precise and meticulous organization behind every single detail and decision - all of it can be attributed to a single man, the very same who leads the crowd and makes their drinks.

When the night arrives, he and The Walden come alive.

Hundreds of desperate rats crawl into his den, searching for things they don't deserve: money, fame, fortune, connections, assets. They want to find their place in the world before they're long forgotten, and this is when Forget Me Not steps onto the stage and finds himself in his element, surrounded by all the people who look at him in fear, disgust and awe.

Do they know? That at the end of the world, he holds their fate in the palm of his hand? Him, a simple broker, a middle man.

An inferior, an arcanist.

Of course, the high fades as soon as the sun rears its ugly head over the horizon, his spirits plummet to the ground when the world returns to that monotonous routine. All Forget Me Not can do now is wait.

He would never dream of being so careless as to have his own residence right above his workplace, but he rarely steps into his home in the first place. It's too much trouble to commute back and forth, wasting time in a building that is as devoid of warmth as the blood running through his veins. That private office nestled somewhere within The Walden has become his new safe haven, in fact - with one too many couches to lounge around and no bed in sight.

Not that he sleeps anyway.

Forget Me Not always fancied the most convoluted route into an early grave, and thus has replaced the bottle for something else: endless paperwork.

It's getting harder and harder to conceal the dark bags under his eyes for a semblance of professionalism. How very fitting that, despite all of his efforts and accomplishments, his quality of life continues to deteriorate. What a depressing thought.

The leather of his seat squeaks as he shifts, leaning backwards to fully take in the piles and piles of files atop his desk. His gaze turns to the clock just to confirm what he already knows - it's a little past 6 AM, the cold breeze of the early morning keeping him wide awake. A brand new shipment of materials will arrive in two hours, they will need to be stored but it's an easy enough job for the Disciples. This means that the next important event on his schedule is the meeting at 11 AM. Forget Me Not's face sours right away at the thought, and he reaches for his drink.

And just like that, without any sort of warning, the door to his office is flung open. It's a good thing that despite his awful, awful health, his grip is as steady as ever - not a single drop is spilled. If else, Forget Me Not remains still as a statue, retaining that air of composed aloofness as he raises an inquisitive eyebrow towards the intruder.

It's you, standing perfectly by his door frame. He almost drops the glass once he recognizes your face, but conceals his little slip by settling it back down on his desk.

"Ah, how rare to see you during the day, you're always so busy with errands. To what do I owe this loud, impromptu visit? Keep in mind, I don't start serving drinks until 8 PM."

You don't wait for him to finish, marching towards the small lounge in his office and picking up a small, decorative pillow before dropping backwards onto one of the sofas. A shadow passes over Forget Me Not's eyes - he doesn't know whether to resent you for knowing you have the freedom and privilege to act like this around him, or whether to feel insulted for the way you ignored him just now. He settles for his usual third, secret option - resignation - and makes his way towards you.

Unlike you, Forget Me Not has mastered the art of concealing his presence and so he makes no sound at all when he approaches. He stands right next you, leaning ever so slightly to hover above your face, as if his piercing grey eyes alone could pressure you into speaking.

It doesn't work, at least not right away. You hide behind that useless pillow, then you shift and turn to lay on your side, all while he simply stands in perfect silence. It's a battle of attrition, one he intends to win.

"I slept like shit, okay? Just give me five minutes here and I'll go back to work." Your voice is muffled, but he hears how tired you are anyway.

It's easy to forget that people aren't nocturnal like him, at least not by choice. It's easy to forget about humanity when most of his coworkers are puppets held by strings and ink, mindlessly following orders. When you curl up on the sofa, Forget Me Not remembers just how tired he is and sighs. Soon, he's walking towards the door.

This makes you sit up in a hurry, clearly misinterpreting his actions. "Five minutes, promise! Don't kick me out!"

There's a faint click, it's the lock on the door. Forget Me Not returns to his desk, making sure not to look your way lest his eyes reveal those wretched feelings bubbling in his chest. Did you seriously think he had the nerve to throw you out so carelessly?

"Ten minutes. Make sure not to waste them with chitchat." He can practically sense you silently cheering and getting comfortable in his office. On his couch. It's insufferable, the way you always get what you want while he slaves away with work.

But it's only ten minutes, he can tolerate you for that long.

Three minutes pass, and Forget Me Not realizes that he's spent more time glancing your way than reading the document in front of him.

From his spot, he can only see the top of your head, just a glimpse of your form as you rest your eyes. But every time you move, no matter how subtle, he notices and turns his attention back onto you.

Seven minutes, he only needs to focus for seven minutes. The document in his hand is important: he's negotiating for better materials for his potions at a cheaper cost. This simple deal could mean a lot for Manus Vindictae, always so low on funds, resources and support.

Six minutes. Forget Me Not hears you hum and he slowly turns his head on instinct. You're staring right at him, face resting on the armrest, squishing your cheek against the plush cushions.

"You have four minutes left, are you sure you want to waste them like this?" He lies, as if he wasn't ready to ignore the passage of time to give you a few more extra minutes, expecting you to comply. But you get back at him with a question of your own.

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Three minutes." It comes out as a warning. You ignore it.

"I'm serious! You look awful from here." By now, you're sitting down and he knows that if he doesn't stop you, you'll make your way to him. To invade his personal space, cradle his face in your hands and torture him with your gentle touch. "You're always here when I start my shift and when I finish. Where do you get the time to go home and all of that?"

Forget Me Not would rather swallow his own tongue than to openly admit that he essentially lives here. That he has spare clothes in the drawer by the window, that he showers, eats and sleeps in this office of his. You might've figured it out by now, but with his pride and dignity at stake, he pretends to ignore you in favour of work.

"Hey, c'mon. Don't just go back to work like I'm not even here talking to you!" He does exactly that, picking up a pen to sign a few documents. "Drop that. Drop the pen. Hey!"

You talk to him the same way one would talk to a misbehaving dog, and he hears that whiny, frustrated tone in your voice that he's come to appreciate. There is a pause and Forget Me Not does as told - the pen now resting neatly on the desk.

He finally deigns himself to look at you, returning a small smile.

"Thank you, now, like I was saying-"

Thud!

With his free hand, he stamps a document, never breaking eye contact. The pettiness is always worth it, but this time even more so when he sees that tic in your eye and the way you inhale sharply, absolutely done with him. You sit up, consider laying down again in frustration, then simply cross your arms like a child throwing a tantrum - seeing you get worked up over the smallest of things is always such a treat.

"Fine! Be like that! But don't come running when you- Uwaaah!" A yawn interrupts your words, you barely have time to cover your mouth.

Oh no. It's contagious. He feels that tell-tale tingle in his nose, and just like that, he yawns as well.

"Aha! You are tired, I bet you haven't slept properly in days!" An accusatory finger is now pointed at him, and Forget Me Not fights the impulse to roll his eyes.

"That's quite the leap to make over a simple gesture like that. Your time is up, by the way - please, go back to work."

"I'm telling on you, Forget Me Not. I'm so telling on you."

He gives a raspy laugh at this. "And who will you be telling about my horrible sleeping habits? The waiters? The delivery boy? Our esteemed guests?" The latter would definitely eat up any sort of information about his private life, especially if it was something to ruin his reputation, but he doesn't share this out loud.

"Ahh... So, you admit it, then? Having the worst sleeping schedule known to mankind?" Touché.

Before he can even reply, your mouth opens in a feigned yawn and Forget Me Not seethes when he finds himself imitating you. He seethes even more over the smug smile on your face. And he wishes he could just die on the spot when you scoot over and pat the empty seat next to you. Him? Rest? With you? Absolutely not.

"Ten minutes," a tight knot forms in his throat when you start to coax him in. "I'm sure you can spare that much, since you've been indulging me for this long! If you were actually busy, you would've just sent me home to rest. C'mere, sit."

What is the point in keeping track of time by now? Forget Me Not will be by your side until you decide to leave. Indulging you and your stupid ideas, your well-meaning and annoying habits, your reactions - all of it, they're his favorite vice and he never learned how to quit.

"Five minutes." He sits next to you.

"Fair enough." You scoot closer to him.

He watches when you link your arm with his, not bothering to ask for permission. Typical. Your palm is warm as you rest it over his forearm, fingers drumming idly over the soft fabric of his shirt. But you don't linger for too long, and slide down until your index and middle fingers reach the bare skin of his inner wrist, over the pronounced vein there. Can you feel his pulse? The shameless and frantic beat of his heart?

Forget Me Not is so entranced by this simple action that he fails to notice the sudden extra weight - your head rests on his shoulder, with your cheek pressed against the prominent bone. He knows it's an uncomfortable position, because you shift and nuzzle closer to his chest, the top of your head and your hair now tickling his neck and jawline. The knot in his throat returns and he holds his breath on instinct, like an animal at the verge of being devoured.

Nevermind the constant cycle of violence and doom he's turned his life into, these are the horrors that keep Forget Me Not up at night: your body against his, your displays of affection.

"Your eyes," the soft murmur of your voice pulls him from the awful, nonsensical noise in his mind. You're looking up at him. "You're meant to close them. That's what this whole thing is for. Unless ...you can sleep with your eyes open?"

"Don't be ridiculous. As if such a short amount of time could make me fall asleep." He huffs, a way to conceal just how out of breath he is. Part of him is afraid to close his eyes, knowing that he will feel each and every little thing you do - only tenfold. And what would he do with himself then, when all he can focus on is your finger tracing shapes over his palm? It tickles. It's distracting. It's unbearable.

His hand flinches, just barely, and you interlock your fingers with his in response.

"Hush and close them!" Always so obedient to your commands, Forget Me Not does as told, cursing you in his mind.

He gives you an inch, and you take a mile - the moment his eyes are closed, his body turns rigid but you still coax him backwards, so that he can lean on the backrest of the couch. It takes the coordinated effort of every single muscle in his body not to melt on the spot, to remain in a proper, sitting position. With you nestled so comfortably by his side, Forget Me Not makes the worst mistake in his life: he turns his head towards you, his nose now buried in your hair.

The content and pleased noise that leaves him is something that feels alien, entirely out of character for someone like him. Right away, he feels the tips of ears burning with shame and his body uselessly recoils away from you, trying to revert back into that persona he's created for the world.

It backfires immediately.

"...Hm? Is your arm getting numb? Here, let's switch." You move away, all while your hands cradle his face in order to guide him over to your lap.

It's a painfully slow process that is simultaneously over in the blink of an eye. Forget Me Not doesn't know what's worse, the fact that he didn't put up a fight or the way he feels so incredibly small, being held so lovingly by you.

He's laying on his back, hands resting uselessly over his chest like a corpse in an open casket funeral. If he glances upwards (a difficult thing to do, because you flick his forehead whenever you catch him wide awake) he can see you hoarding all the pillows available within your reach to support you as you lounge about, still hellbent on sleeping in with him.

Did he die at some point throughout the day without noticing? Is this his own personal Hell? Forget Me Not wants to speak, to say anything and regain control of the situation, but nothing comes out. All there is to do is to lay there, with your hands combing through his hair.

His heart might as well burst out of his chest. Even better, crawl up his throat and choke him from inside out.

Without thinking, he sits up. It's a nervous impulse. You can't see his face with his back turned to you and he's grateful for the small moment of privacy, as he steels himself to send you away. Or to fuck off into The Walden and walk around aimlessly to cool off, and then avoid you for a few weeks. Whichever comes first.

"Oh! Want a pillow or something? I kind of just took them all without thinking." He doesn't deserve this sort of contact, this domestic bliss - he doesn't want it either.

"Hey, do you think we could do this more often? Just... make some time for me in that busy schedule of yours?" And why would he? You're already pretty skilled at turning his life upside down with your constant nagging and your antics.

"Sorry for being this sappy so suddenly, it just came to mind...Oh, oh! Wait! While you're at it, mind closing the window, please? It's getting a liiittle cold in here."

Forget Me Not leaves his glasses on the table and lays back down, this time making sure to wrap his arms as tightly as he can around your waist, his face hidden in your stomach. What he receives is a weak chuckle, a weak complaint and a weak attempt at pushing him away. You don't mean it, of course - the same way he never means any of the things he thinks.

"Hm, I believe it's perfect like this."

"You're just saying that because you're going to leech off my own body heat, you little snake."

There's a hint of victory in your voice, you've won once again against him but you're always too nice to rub it in. Instead, you caress the scales on his neck, now on full display for you. It's a heavenly sensation.

"Perhaps," he murmurs, eyes closed. "But what are you going to do? Kick me out of my own office?"

"I might if you don't get some rest. Sleep, now."

And just like that, Forget Me Not unravels - he's been waiting so long to be given permission, for someone to allow him a moment of peace despite all these restraints holding him back.

He knows that the moment wakes up, he will act like none of this happened, that he will stubbornly deny everything until his very last breath, but right now, he clings onto you like his life depends on it.

And he falls asleep with your name on his lips

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 forget me not #forget me not: i fucking hate this world #forget me not the moment you walk in: OMG!!! YIPPIE!!!! #mf is so scary and deranged until youre right there reminding him that hes EXTREMELY touchstarved

[emeritus-fuckers]

I know I just requested something but I’d like to request something else 🥺 we have papas comforting their s/o when they’re feeling big sad. Can we get a ghoul version? The headcanncon and drabble? I’ve been in a really really bad depressive episode and things/people just keep triggering it to get worse. And I’d love some comfort. Even if it’s through fictional characters 🥹

Ghouls comforting their depressed s/o

Omega

The very definition of gentle giant.

He can be pretty playful most of the time, especially with Terzo around, but at the end of the day, he's your gentle giant and a massive, two meters tall cuddle bug.

So when he goes to your room after practicing with the rest of the band, he is really surprised to see you not being your usual self and instead just laying in bed, your face hidden in his pillow as your body shook.

He knew you were crying. He knew you very, very well.

He walked over to you, making sure not to walk too fast. He didn't want to startle you. He slowly sat down right next to you, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, kissing the back of your head, since he couldn't get to your face.

You shook your head, so he lied next to you and pulled you into him instead. He heard you mumble something about his music, so he nodded with a small smile, easily picking you up and holding you against his chest with one arm as he turned on some of his favorite songs in the background.

"I'm gonna carry you around for a bit, alright, little bug?"

He hid his face in your hair as you nodded, just slowly walking and swaying around with you in his arms until you fell asleep. He'll deal with whatever happened tomorrow. For now, he was glad you were okay.

Swiss

No. Nuh-uh. Absolutely fucking not.

No sadness allowed, big or small. Swiss is a guy all about smiles and chuckles.

Therefore, no tears allowed. He sees them, he gets rid of them.

He absolutely hates the idea of you being upset and he'd rather die than let that happen and you're not getting rid of him that easily.

When he saw you upset, he sneaked up on you to quickly turn you to lay on your back and then laid on top of you, putting his full body weight on you with one of those infamous smiles of his.

"Heya, gorgeous."

"Dude, you're heavy..." You would try to push him off, but he'd cling to you, nuzzling into your neck and giving you a small bite, which made you smack his arm... only to get tickled as you tried to free yourself from underneath him. And after just a little bit, he had you squirming as you laughed.

"There we go. Come on, I've got new air flavors for ya. And tomorrow, whatever made you tear up... we're gonna tear it to pieces."

"Swiss, for fuck's sake with those puns of yours..."

"You laughed." He'd grin down at you.

"I did..." You sighed, accepting your fate and napping with him on top of you.

Sodo

Unless he's angry and stomping around, he walks around pretty quietly and due to your distracting and terrible mental state, you didn't notice him staring down at you.

He doesn't like it. It's not that he needs your attention, he's not a kid. But he knows the ways you usually react to him and that's not it.

While he himself is easily annoyed most of the time, very far from being all 'sunshine and rainbows', he's not a fan of you not being happy.

Not only does it not suit you, but your moods always rub off on him. He needs you happy, even if just so he could be happy himself.

He slowly crawled into bed with you, laying his head on your chest and waiting for you to notice him, his tail swaying slowly like a cat's. It took you a few minutes to feel his body weight on you, that's how lost in your own mind you were.

"Sodo, I..." You wanted to explain yourself, but a look in his eyes told you everything. He knew something was wrong and he was angry about it. Not at you, no. Never at you. At himself, because he didn't notice earlier. Because he didn't do anything earlier.

You broke down crying, unable to finish whatever you wanted to say. He wrapped his arms and tail around you, letting you get it all out.

He's bad at comforting. He knows that. But the least he can do is be there for you and listen when you're ready to talk. And he will do that.

Rain

He notices early, but he's busy a lot (usually trying to keep the peace between Sodo and Aether) and he deals with lots of stress of his own, so sometimes he can't help you because he's too distracted by his own duties and issues.

He does notice you feeling worse most of the time and has a whole relaxing routine set up for you both for the evenings.

He's very disappointed in himself for not helping you earlier. Coming to your room and seeing you weep into you pillow absolutely wrecked him with guilt.

Absolutely blames himself for you feeling bad and wishes to cheer you up because he loves you so much and it hurts to see you upset.

"Hey..." he calls out to you quietly, sitting down next to you and rubbing your back soothingly. "Bad thoughts?"

You whimpered out a response, but he didn't get to actually hear or understand you, since your face was deeply burried in his pillow. He could see you crave his contact, but since he wasn't there before, you settled for the next best thing. He must've made you feel so lonely, not being there to help you earlier...

Well, he was here now and had full intention to fix that.

"Wanna cuddle?" he asked, and you nodded, slowly letting go of the pillow and clinging to him instead, hiding your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms aroung you tightly and just held you for a while until you felt better.

"I'm sorry for not being here sooner. I won't let you feel like this again."

"Promise?" you looked up at him, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Yeah. I promise."

Aether

He probably had no idea how serious your issues were at first. Everyone gets sad, so he kinda assumes that's what happened.

And he just hates the idea of you being sad, so he does his best to cheer you up. Piggy back rides, bouncing you around, he's buff and he can carry you around a lot, and since he has a lot of zoomies, he totally runs around the Ministry with you.

He just really wants you to laugh. Please. He loves your laughter. He needs your laughter.

And if he can't get you to laugh, then he'll try his best to get any emotion out of you, as long as it's not sadness.

He's been poking your side for a while now. He tried everything, snacks, drinks, new different vapes, tickling, anything, but you'd just smack his arm and turn away, hiding your face in the pillow as you mumbled at him to please just fucking leave you alone.

He refused to do that, though. You weren't crying anymore, so that was good, right? Right? If you stopped crying, you were no longer sad, right? It was better, right?

He wanted you to hit him. Not because he was a masochist, but because it would help you. Hopefully. Even if you were to bruise him, he wouldn't care. Anything to make you stop crying.

"Quit it!" you smacked his hand away facing him with a glare, your eyes swollen from all the crying. He pouted innocently, claiming he just wanted to make sure you don't cry anymore. "Aether, you fucking idiot..."

You sighed heavily, reaching your arms out to him as fresh tears started to run from your eyes. He quickly pulled you into his chest, letting you snuggle up to him.

"Just hold me next time, you dumbass."

"You got it. Love you, babe."

"Love you too, you braindead moron."

Mountain

He notices it pretty soon and keeps an eye on you.

Earth Ghouls are stubborn and protective, and he just that. If he notices you want to leave, he makes sure to get a break from whatever is stressing you by picking you up and carrying you outside.

If you feel better after those few minutes, he'll go back to what he was doing, but he'll keep observing you.

If you don't feel better, you both leave. End of story.

"Mountain, I'm fine. Come on, you're being dramatic..." You whined, hiding your face in your hands as he carried you back to his room. You were craddled against his chest, his arms holding you tight enough to make sure you couldn't get out.

"No. You need to rest. I'm going with you. That's it." He shrugged, slightly bouncing your body as he did. He knew you well. Too well, honestly. Because he knew that as soon as he laid you down in bed, you'd cry. And you did.

He helped you undress and change into a shirt of his, the material hanging on you. He knew you liked his shirts. If you got cold, he'd give you one of his hoodies and he's wrap you up in a blanket so tight that you could barely move. And he'd just hold you on his lap until you feel better. Does not care about what's gonna happen to him later at all.

Phantom

He's a silly guy who loves making you laugh with his silly jokes and tricks on his guitar. That's why he absolutely adores you whenever he sees you smile and giggle.

So he's obviously very much unhappy when he comes to your room to tell you about the last Ritual and he sees you crying in bed.

His first instinct is to jump into bed with you with a joyful "I'm back!"

But then it doesn't work and he starts trying to find any way to comfort you.

"D-do you wanna see a trick I can do with the guitar? Or maybe, uh..." He looked around frantically, trying to find something to cheer you up with. He had good intentions, he really did, but he was still new to it all. He wasn't sure what to do with a crying human, let alone his darling.

He runs around the room, bringing you anything he deems cool enough to show you. Lava lamp, a random book, spare strings for his guitar, spare buttons for his jacket, since Ghouls had the tendency to lose them... He even offered to let you put his mask on if you wanted. Anything, just to make you happy.

He finally gives up, seeing as you shook your head every time and asks you how to help you because he had no idea. And then you ask him to hold you... And he does. Almost knocking the air out of your lungs.

He's still learning, but he cares.

Cirrus

Yeah, no. No chance, no way. She's not letting that happen.

She's completely synced up with you when it comes to emotions. If you're sad, she's sad. And she hates both of those ideas.

Life's supposed to be fun! You're supposed to be happy, enjoying your short human life!

She adores you, you're the cutest person she's ever met, she'll be damned if she lets you be sad.

She knew right away, even before she entered the room. So she didn't walk in, she literally stormed in to hug you and kiss all over your face. She promises herself to be tough for you, but she's not. As soon as you're in her embrace, she's crying already, openly weeping with you.

It doesn't matter why you're crying, she's crying with you. You're both complete messes in each others' arms, letting all emotions out. She will cry with you as long as it takes, until you're both completely worn out by it.

You cuddle with her, both figuring out a nap is in order. Nap first, then a big piece of your favorite cake/pie, and only then will you face the problem, once you're in a headspace that will let you talk about it.

She barely slept through the nap, constantly kissing the top of your head in your sleep and muttering apologies and promises. She'll be here sooner next time. Unless you're crying tears of pleasure, you're not allowed to cry at all and that's final.

And yes, she will make you cry tears of pleasure when you feel better.

Cumulus

Oh, no, no, no, darling, no...

Cumulus is abolutely heartbroken the very second she notices you being sad, she barely holds her own tears, trying her best to be strong for you.

She gives the most wonderful hugs, she'll hold you for hours just to make you feel better.

She's probably gonna shed a few tears herself when you fall asleep because she feels like she failed you.

You had no idea how much time has passed. She's been holding you like this for so long now... Was it so dark before? You were pretty sure the sun was still up when she came in.

You saw her right away, but couldn't say anything, choking on your own miserable and pathetic sobs. You the shock on her face as she just stood there for a while before slowly took a few shaky step only to run to you and hold you tight against her chest (I wanna be held against her chest... - Jez) as she whispered comforting words to you.

And so here you were, slowly falling asleep as you both sat together, your head on her chest as she hummed softly to you, trying her best to hold herself together to not break down in front of you.

She started sobbing only when she was sure you were asleep. Her heart was completely shattered when she saw you in tears. She couldn't let that happen again.

She wouldn't let that happen again, no matter the cost.

Sunshine

She reacts very instinctively. She's already incredibly clingy, but seeing you in tears?

She's running at you top speed and throwing herself into your arms, probably giving you an accidental headbutt.

She's very light, but she's also ridiculously strong, as all Ghouls (and Ghoulettes especially) are. You could be five times Omega's size and she would still pick you up and carry you like a little baby if that's what you need.

You will end up bitten and kissed all over It's how she shows comfort.

She wouldn't even let you get any ice for the aching bump on your forehead, too busy nuzzling against you, kissing and nibbling all over your skin. It tickled in a way.

"You are just the cutest." She would say, rubbing her cheek all over yours before leaving a small bitemark on your skin. You'd have to cover it with make-up, although it didn't really matter right now.

"I love you and if you ever cry again, I'm gonna rip someone's balls of." She declared in a playfully grumpy tone until you gently held her face, a few tears still escaping your eyes, but you were getting closer and closer not to cry anymore.

"I love you too. Please don't rip anyone's balls off, okay?" You chuckled through your tears. You appreciated her enthusiasm, you really did. But you didn't want your issues to cause someone's castration.

She laughed, giving your cheeks a long, slow lick, to get rid of the tears.

"I ain't promisin' anything, puddin'."

Aurora

Similarly to Phantom, she's still not fully adapted to humans yet, she's still learning.

And similarly to him, her first idea is to give you something cool, so she drapes her little cape over you and hopes that will work.

When it doesn't, she resorts to snuggles. You like snuggles, right? She knows you do, you're always so happy when you snuggle!

She'll sing for you if you want to! She'll do anything just tell her what it is that you need.

Aurora was still not the best at affection, and since her socialization process was mostly around Ghouls who spend half of their free time grabbing each other's dicks, she didn't exactly have the best role models. But she would always adapt quickly.

She learned how to sing and play instruments very quickly. She learned everything very quickly. But hugs... yeah, she could still work on that, considering she almost broke your arm when she initially squeezed you. She didn't exactly learn her own strenth and the weaknessed of the human bodies yet, but it was okay. She tried her best, though.

"Sorry. I just don't like seeing you sad. You're too amazing for that." She explained, resting her head against your shoulders and closing her eyes. "You're incredible. I hope you know that."

You cuddled up to her a bit more and she started humming for you. She's only been around for a while, so she only knows Ghost songs, but that's okay.

Sure, she still uses a bit too much strength sometimes and she hasn't exactly developed a music taste yet, but she really cares about you a lot.

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #ask #nameless ghoulettes x reader #nameles ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoulette x reader #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #sodo #swiss #aether #rain #mountain #phantom #cirrus #cumulus #sunshine #aurora #ghoul event #papas-ghoulette

[becauseplot]

(Alright I know everyone’s got their own lore reasons as to what their qsmp characters are up to while the qsmp Brazil meetup is happening but I have this stupid crack silly fluffy headcanon(??) alternative rattling around in my brain that brings me much joy. So.)

It starts with Roier and Cellbit.

Like most others on the Island, the past couple weeks have been tough for them both. With Cellbit spending most of his time in his office at the Ordo and Roier out working tirelessly (ceaselessly) on Bobby's city, neither of them are home very much, and neither of them are sleeping very much either. When the do make it back to the castle to sleep, the other has either already left or leaves before the other can wake up beside them. Two ships passing in the night. It's awful on several levels, not just physical.

Cellbit broaches the subject first because he knows Roier won’t---neither of them can keep going like this. It's just not sustainable. They're both exhausted. It's becoming increasingly clear that the situation on the Island with the missing eggs isn't going to be improving anytime soon. (If at all; he doesn't say that, though.) Cellbit's brain needs a break, Roier's heart needs a break. They need to regroup. So Cellbit suggests that they sleep.

It's not unheard of for someone on the Island to just conk out for a few days; it's pretty commonplace, actually. (Cellbit teases Roier that he's a pro at oversleeping, and Roier calls him an asshole in three different languages.) They get everything prepared to spend a long weekend asleep, then Cellbit goes to Forever and Pac, Roier goes to Jaiden, and they explain why they're going to be MIA for a bit.

Forever, Pac, and Jaiden totally get it. In fact, they understand all too well. With everything that's been going on, being passed the fuck out for a few days doesn't sound too bad, actually...

One way or another, Roier and Cellbit end up extending an invitation to their friends, saying that there's plenty of room at the castle if they want. They could make a little get-together out of it. And all three accept. So now Forever, Pac, and Jaiden are staying over too.

But of course, Forever, Pac, and Jaiden have to tell their friends where they'll be, so Forever talks to Baghera and Bad, and Pac talks to Mike and the rest of the morning crew, and Jaiden talks to Slime and Foolish and Mouse and anyone she bumps into, really, and Cellbit and Roier see the global chat messages of other tired people on the Island bringing it up in conversation with each other, and they decide, well fuck it, and they make an announcement:

Long depression nap sleepover at the castle this weekend, everyone is invited, bring your own blankets :D

Not everyone goes, of course. Etoiles doesn't feel he can afford to nap when the codes are still prowling about, Tubbo is getting ready to set some big plans in motion, Bad is...doing whatever it is that Bad does nowadays. People have matters to attend to.

But a good chunk of the island decides it's time for a collective fuck-this-I'm-goin'-back-to-bed break. They all show up at the castle at or around the agreed upon time, bringing food to share and drinks to pass around. It's a surprisingly good time, all things considered, casual but still playful and chaotic as all gatherings on the Island tend to be.

After some shenanigans getting the furniture moved out of the way, the guests get themselves set up in the foyer and main hall downstairs, having brought whatever they need for their respective sleeping arrangements: the avians bring blankets and personal belongings for their nests; Foolish drags a massive mattress out of his inventory to accommodate his full, un-shape-shifted height; Fit has a strange, sagging semi-hammock contraption that allows him to sleep without setting his spawnpoint. Cellbit and Roier think of their bed upstairs, shrug, and get themselves situated down on the floor in the hall with everyone else with a spare mattress they find.

Everyone gets cozy. Some people (coughFelpscough) peace-out immediately. Others stay up and chat and tell stories and gossip and giggle and shush each other like little kids at...well, like little kids at a sleepover. It's fun. But one by one, those people drift off as well, and eventually, it's just Roier and Cellbit who are left awake.

As they lay there in the darkness on the twin-sized mattress they pulled out of storage, they stare up at the vaulted ceiling high above their heads, and they listen to them breathing. All of their friends breathing---sleeping, shifting, sighing. Murmuring things, names, in their sleep, dreaming dreams. Good dreams, they hope. They could all do with something good right about now. Just a little something.

Roier whispers this was a nice idea. Cellbit hums in agreement. He closes his eyes and turns and curls around his husband and drags the blanket up to their chins. Roier pulls him in, and they slot together like two puzzle pieces, not a hair's width between them. Cellbit gives Roier a soft kiss. He feels his husband smile against his lips.

Maybe things can get better. Maybe.

They sleep.

#it is late and im am sleeby and delusional and the meetup is making me feel things. anywya have whatever this is lmaoooo. #qsmp headcanons #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp #my writing #to be clear I don’t actually think this is what’s happening in the story rn it just makes me :)) #so I guess ‘headcanon’ isn’t the right word here but i couldn’t think of anything else

[comradekatara]

Just thinking about sokka as a character makes me lightheaded and in need of a long nap (as opposed to the regularly scheduled lightheadedness and need for naps) so I understand. Do you think the time he spends with suki and the kyoshi warriors/on kyoshi island ever help him untangle that web and maybe see Duty differently?

this is a good question. i mean, suki has a lot in common with sokka, and he recognizes her as his peer, someone who has his back as much as he has hers, and she also seems to possess a far healthier approach to her role as a leader, protector, and warrior. i actually think that if anything were to break sokka and suki up, it would be due to suki growing exasperated with how closed off sokka is, but that really depends on how their relationship (and sokka individually) develops after the war ends. in "the serpent's pass" they do manage to navigate their relationship in a healthy way, but post "boiling rock" they largely repress their trauma and pain and fear, and use hedonism and sarcastic detachment to cope, at which point they don't seem to actually communicate their anxieties, but rather mutually acknowledge that the world may be ending, they were both at their lowest points during "the boiling rock," and now that they've reunited they may as well just take advantage of the time they have now and distract themselves from the inevitable. so both modes are possible, depending on whether they choose to communicate or simply use each other as vessels for pleasure.

like, to be clear, i do think their love is real and true and good, and also that their coping mechanisms are completely understandable, but when we see them together after the boiling rock, they are not only in the honeymoon phase of their first real relationship (at least in sokka's case, but i'm also assuming this is true of suki) but also that this "honeymooning" is exacerbated by a "fuck it we ball" attitude born of trauma and stress. so after the war ends, sokka and suki would have to have a real conversation about what they each want from their relationship now that they finally have the space to heal, and i obviously think that they'd stay together (although not in like a "committed monogamous marriage" way, lol) but that sokka would still be really cagey about actually divulging the details of what happened with yue and generally refuse to talk about anything he's repressed (i actually think suki would eventually learn about it through katara) and that would invite a strain of tension into their relationship that suki may or may not get fed up with (but i also think that if she did dump him, the next time they saw each other she'd immediately be like "im sorry for dumping you for being too depressed i shouldn't have done that" and sokka's like "it's chill i wouldn't be able to put up with me either" and then they get back together and have insane sex who said that).

but to answer your initial question, i do think being a kyoshi warrior is like, canonically/thematically speaking, far more valuable to sokka than being a southern water tribe warrior. becoming a kyoshi warrior is sokka's first step in overcoming the burden of conforming to a standard of masculinity that he cannot truly embody, and while he still subscribes to the patriarchal logic he absorbed thru hakoda, after meeting suki he no longer believes in gendered bioessentialism. what suki does teach sokka in "the warriors of kyoshi" is invaluable (she is literally his first ever teacher/training partner, everything he had learned up to that point he had to learn entirely by himself), but it's largely external: sokka learns how to fight, sokka learns that men and women are not ontologically differentiated, sokka learns to accept his feminine inclinations. and obviously, that is also hugely important to sokka, as someone who has defined his worth via his role as a warrior and as a man, but who feels inadequate in both roles. but it's primarily what suki teaches later that is truly valuable to his internal state: how to accept help, how to relax, how to rely on others, how to be in a partnership.

suki already does a lot throughout the show to incite growth in sokka, so it does feel logical to conclude that he would continue to grow by spending more time with her. however, i do think that as much as suki can help him unravel the tangled web of his psyche, there is a knot at the center that may never be broken, simply because sokka has spent the majority of his life operating on a level of cognitive dissonance that, if he truly recognized and acknowledged, would probably unravel him entirely. he cannot look himself in the eye, and i think it would only get worse after the war (to live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing). so the simple act of appreciating and loving suki does undeniably help him to unspool that thread, but he'll never untangle it entirely, because how can he.

#and yes re: needing a long nap. you get it #amphibiayan #asks #sokka #suki #sokkaxsuki #analysis #realizing that there are other posts i wish i could link to here but they're still in my drafts and i haven't posted them yet . lmfao oops #not to invoke tww but when andrea said 'youre too sad for me toby' that stayed with me forever #so yeah. that

[tj-dragonblade]

NEMO NEMO NEMO PLEASE

also academic conference AU if you're feeling generous xD

Ahh, Nemo. Previous snippets tagged for convenience! Still don't know where this will end up but I am literally just sifting through the lyrics and drafting whatever comes to mind for this line or that with the barest bones of a set scene behind it. I am sure you can clock the lyric in this one, lol.

Here, he thinks, bitter and contrary, here is something he wants: rain. The reflection of his moods in the weather of the Dreaming had been a boon of validation; the intensity of his feelings was often imprudent to act upon, as he had tragically learned time and again, and letting them scatter and reflect into the vastness of his realm allowed him the management of himself to the benefit of all involved. And now even that small kindness is beyond him. Hob's small balcony is bathed in sunshine, bright and warm, birdsong weaving brightly through the trees; it is idyllic, a perfect late spring day, and he. Resents it. He wishes, desperately, to stand on his own balcony (not his) off his chambers (not any longer) soaking in the pouring rain, letting the worst of his overfull feelings wash away that he might. Find new clarity, in his thoughts. But the weather remains belligerently cheerful, unmoved by the strength of his distress; he whirls from the railing and sweeps back inside. Even his dressing gown (Hob's dressing gown) is a pale substitute for the flowing robes he had favored, lacking the presence and drama that he had preferred. Nothing is as it was, Before. But this is as he had decided it should be. He must find. Other ways, to cope. He considers crawling back into bed (depression nap, old pieces of collective memory supply), but Hob's note had said he would be home by eleven. Which is…soon, he decides, after studying the clock. And Hob would be… No. Hob would not be disappointed to find him back in bed, nor angry, but. Hob would worry, for his emotional well-being, and he has given Hob enough cause for concern already. He appreciates that Hob cares. But he does not wish to burden him more than necessary.

The Academic Conference AU is a long-term beast that started life more than a year ago as a quick smut fill for the prompt 'bed sharing' and turned into an anticipated four chapters of hooking up and relationship development. Assuming I can see it all the way through. I've got pieces of this scattered all over; here is the tag for that and here is a pre-spicy snippet from the second chapter:

He texts Dream, because he's gotta do something with himself in the interim. They exchanged numbers on day one and it's occurred to Hob that Dream might waste precious moments waiting for him outside the panel Hob's supposed to be attending once his own lets out, unaware that Hob skived off. Hey ;) Meet me back at the room, soon as you're able I'll be waiting for you He debates a moment, unsure if sending a pic is too much, whether or not it would be appreciated, especially while Dream's stuck in a presentation. But he's sitting in his hotel room [buck naked]* and waiting to get fucked; if this is not the appropriate time for a spicy pic, he doesn't know what is. He's tasteful about it; he snaps a downward-angled shot of his chest, hair damp from the shower, neither his face nor his dick in frame. Discreet. Just in case. He hits 'Send'.

WIP Title Ask Game

*I am reminded I need to find out if 'buck naked' is a particularly American term and seek a British replacement of comparable tone, if so

#askmemes #TJs Writing #Sandman #Dreamling #wip: Nemo #wip: academic AU

[tuliplips]

sorry i just need to vent. the son of a not very close friend of my mom took his life recently. i didn’t know him, but i met his brother who is a very nice handsome kind young man. i knew about the guy who died, and his depression though; and his mother lives nearby, and he worked in a nearby cemetery, and he is/was half dutch and half portuguese like me. so i thought about him often, when i would walk by these places, wondering if he was doing better.

then we got the news. it affected me a lot. from what i heard he was a lovely and kind person. he looked like the exact kind of guy who would be my type. i felt connected to him and his brother because they are both the same two nationalities like me and both speak the languages and are around my age, and i thought one day i would like to date someone like them.. :/ it’s all so embarrassing.

the past week since it happened; i didn’t sleep properly, i have been feeling so sad for his suffering, and for the hurt and the grief his friends and mother and brother and father must be feeling. i thought a lot about how lonely he must have felt. it felt all a bit unreal. then my mom was going to the funeral and i was contemplating if i should go or not. i felt like i should go because it mattered to me, and to support my mom going and also to show support to his family. but i also felt weird to go since i didn’t actually know him and i also felt in my heart that maybe it would be bad for me to go because it would upset me. especially because i’ve been having a hard time lately and i’ve been not really all there ..

anyway i ended up going. there were so many young people there.. so many friends… it was so intense. i didn’t know him but i cried and cried.. i cried so fucking much!! and i feel so pathetic. i can’t get rid of the images of the body laying in the casket. it’s kinda haunting me. i always hated funerals since i had to attend my fathers so young. and especially the body in the casket scares me. i didn’t want to look this time but it was like almost impossible not to look. and now i deeply regret it. it was so weird because he almost didn’t look dead. it looked like he was just taking a nap and could get up out of there any time.

i can’t get rid of the images of all his friends, crying, all the people there, the energy in the room that was so dense???? i really didn’t need something so triggering in my life yet i felt like couldn’t look away, and i wanted to prove to myself that i can face things in life; that i don’t need to keep looking away from everything. i felt like maybe i needed to feel the uncomfortable things because i need to feel more in general. but i’ve been in a low place due to having been very very sick for a very long time, and it has made me so isolated and detached , i actually need things to uplift me, since my energy has been so low for so long.

anyway it’s not about me right now, but i feel so shaken up by this death and this funeral and while i was there i was proud of myself for going but now i regret it. i feel so embarrassed for getting so swept away. i feel also so not legitimate to suffer so much.. it shouldn’t be my hurt… it shouldn’t be mine. it feels like i did something wrong maybe. i also cant stop thinking about the pain all his friends and his mother must be feeling. i want to sleep, its my birthday party tomorrow but i can’t get rid of the images… i’m so tired i haven’t slept well in a week .. i am even scared in the dark now. scared to feel a presence or something. like as if he is near. i don’t know. i feel a little bit insane

#tw suicide

[xxshadowbabexx]

tw: another rant (depression, self deprecation, abandonment issues, sobriety, alcohol, eating disorder, self isolation, anxiety)

i feel so needy its stupid. i only have one (in person) friend and shes on vacay rn and like im happy for her but… idfk what to do with myself. i miss her and i feel lonely.

i thrive off of social interaction but i also have horrid social anxiety and so i can’t go places without her without having a panic attack. shes all that keeps me calm.

so i havent left my dorm in three days and i feel sick. cooped up. but i know it wont be worth it to go outside because ill just end up having a panic attack.

i cant tell her any of this either. she almost canceled the trip because she was worried about leaving me alone and its not fair of me to hold her back. she shouldnt have to worry about me like this.

she wont be back for another nine days :( idk what im gonna do.

it feels so dumb tho. like i can’t function when my friend is gone for a little bit? its embarrassing.

part of me wants to just run to the store and get some liquor, drink my problems away. but im two years sober and dont want to fuck it up. its just looking real tempting right now.

and i havent eaten since my blow up last night. my tummy hurts but im scared to eat. i dont want to deal with the guilt that always comes after.

i wanna cry about everything but im too tired. maybe i just need a nap idk. putting my thoughts out here the other day helped so im just hoping it helps again.

#tw food #tw ed diet #tw eating issues #tw disordered eating #tw depression #tw abandonment #tw anorexia #tw alcohol #tw sobriety #tw social anxiety

[lilliumrorum]

Okay guys weed story time *a new tradition* (Every time I am in an interesting rotation or situation I will post it)

The first time I ever got high I was 14(DO NOT SMOKE UNDERAGE YALL) and my friend had invited me back to his house after we had been in a parade for AFJROTC.

Originally we were supposed to go back to get his money and then walk back to the restaurant (which was all the way across the city from his house). On the way there, I was still wearing my Combo-1 Uniform (cap included) and this important for later in this recount of events. After nearly being attacked by a dog, we made it to his house.

He told me about how he fucked his girl and got caught (my at the time bestfriend) on the couch and I remember looking at him like ???

We went back to his room to get his wallet and I instantly smelled bud. He noticed the lil smile on my face (I had smoked before but never got high) and he was like "You wanna smoke, bubbles?" (Btw this was my nickname bc of an inside joke in ROTC)

And this is how it went:

"Sure, but nothing's gonna happen. 'Never works"

A wicked grin spread across his face as he passed me a wax pen and uttered:

"Something will happen, follow my lead. If you don't feel it you're fuckin immortal."

So as I suck the life out of his cart he puts on Rammstein and blasts it on his fucking speakers, and he makes me hold the hit in for as long as I can before I cough. THEN HE WHIPS OUT A FUCKING PEACE PIPE WITH AN AXE ON IT.

"Now you're gonna hit this, trust me that pen aint shit"

I was already beginning to feel the effects of the wax, but I trusted him.

After taking 8 hits off of the pipe he had me take 5 dabs (Fuckin love dabs) and I was starting to get paranoid.

He just took a picture and laughed at me and said he was gonna send it to his gf (my best friend at the time) and then MADE ME HIT A FUCKING BONG.

After 15 more minutes of fucking around with his guitar and fumbling about, he took me to the garage with a joint (Mike Tyson knockout strain) and a pipe and we finished them both off.

"How's life right now, Lily?"

"Oh its goooooood." I giggled with a dumb-ass smile and a thumbs up.

He laughed for like a minute straight and I was bewildered bc like pls stop this is not funny I'm new to being high and I'm trying my best to breathe rn I'm breathing manually.

So he led me outside and whipped out his phone and was like "What does it look like"

I have the video if yall wanna see it but I looked terrible

"ITS SO FUCKING GREEN HOLY SHIT IT'S LIKE GTA WHEN YOU HIT FRANKLINS BONG AND THE FISHEYE CAMERA MIXED WHAT THE FUCKKKK IM TRIPPING FUCKING TESTICLES MATE."

So anyways I ended up almost getting run over two times bc I was bumbling around and my shoes were making my feet blister and he didnt make an effort to help me. After walking for four miles we finally got to the restaurant and he ordered me a wrap and bought it for me (which was really sweet) and a smoothie, but my eyes were red as shit and I needed to go to sleep so I decided to nap on the table.

There we were, still in our uniforms, but I looked higher than NASA at this point and I eventually was asked if I was alright and caught a few stares.

I ran to the bathroom bc I almost threw up.

After 15 minutes he walks in the bathroom and drags my ass out of the stall and starts fucking hollering laughing and saying shit like HAHAHA I KNEW I COULD WIN or something like that and called himself my weed demon like ?????

He barely even smoked compared to me...

My mum's name flashed on my phone and he picked it up for me and claimed I threw up at his house and I was going home (It was close to the restaurant so I would be home soon) and she was like OKAY:D and all happy bc she thought I wasn't depressed anymore since I was with a friend I guess.

After he walked me home I immediately looked down and averted eye contact with my mom and her ex and just speed walked my ass to my room with my leftovers.

I heard a quiet "I think shes high"

And just said NO. not a yell, just fuckin

NO.

and when I woke up that night I fucked up that food and smoothie and facetimed him and his gf while devouring it.

Experience rating: 7/10

Good food, Almost got killed, almost got my ass beat by my mom, guitar, good music, Indica.

@konigslittleliebling wanna share your experience with a reblog bae?

[inlocusmads]

more of disaster detective nora

Because I just want them to thrive on chaos and be proud that they got at least 0.3% of the work done.

lots of scarpering, running and just being like super hyper when she's made a crack in the case

chugging concentration pills like food until she just goes "beh, they don't work" because Nora here thinks she can win her war against sleep

ends up sleeping over a whole mess of files, waking up to find half of them gone because she left the window open fuck

chugs coffee by the metric ton

walks around interrogating people with tired bags under her eyes and just bloodshot pupils, shoving her ID up people's faces and going "TELL ME EVERYTHING." and it's like the scariest shit ever

getting distracted like seven times and sidetracked fourteen times

can't do math. No. No conception of time or space or basic calculations to get a godforsaken doughnut so she's like "hi ok just put it on my card PLEASE I can't do with change"

wearing the same pair of denim trousers five days in a row with perfume

coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee

existential crisis which involves at least three plaguing pieces of doubt in her head

reconsidering her career and going all full disappointed Asian parent "why couldn't I have been a doctor instead?"

Getting sidetracked because there's a magazine and everyone looks like they're having a fest and a half and she's just lowkey jealous but highkey finds them super pretty

Spending a lot of time thinking if she should get a tie because it'll go with her outfit

Thinking if she should splurge on those disco boots and just shave her hair and go absolutely insane and hit mid life crisis at age 32

Remembers she's a responsible adult and does responsible work for two minutes before getting in another hour of nap time, only to wake up at fuckin 9pm at night

Ruby's gone

Luke's gone

Heck even Mafalda has gone after sticking a sticky note on her face, telling her she should get going or else

m o r e. c o f f e e . extra bitter because she hates herself

going through like five depressive episodes because she made like only one decent break in the case and nothing else

Sad-listens to ABBA for a whole hour.

Sad-works and rushes everything up by 12am

Goes back home

Gets yelled at by Uncle Tommy

Doesn't sleep at all. Still thinking about the case. Gets a jolt of LIGHTNING and continues to work on other pending shit at like 3 in the morning

Never sleeps at all

Wakes up at 4, decides to be healthy and goes back to sleep. Wakes up at 5, decides "okay you were in the NYPD for god's sake build up those muscles" and goes back to bed

It's eight. She's late.

Fuuuuuck catch three buses, wait for like fifteen cabs and Ubers, shit, Run Nora, Run! Running, just sprinting across like an absolute mad person.

Finally makes it only for this to repeat over and over and over and over again.

bonus: + trystan's reactions

"Nora seriously, STOP! TELL ME WHERE WE ARE GOING! okay we're -- I thought this guy was in the other street!"

"you need food" "no i-" "actual PROPER breakfast, this is an insult to me and my entire home country" *goes on this passionate slavic rant about how cuisine brought them all together* "and that's why you need proper food!"

"Get a cot." "No, I quite like the desk actually." "You literally have a keypad print on your face. Are you okay."

"Drakovian coffee is better. This American swill is nothing but water mildly flavoured- I SAID WHAT I SAID, DETECTIVE!"

*talking to an annoying witness* "okay I promise my partner here is not dangerous. She's a prominent private--" "AND I'LL TELL YOU ONE MORE THING, YOUR MOTHER-" "detective, you're really not helping your case."

"that is enough Wikipedia for one day, you do not need to know about tectonic plates for now."

"I'm not American and I know how to add cents and dollars!" "I've got this figured out!! It's three-- hold on, three -- what's three plus --" "Seventeen. I've paid for it. Keep the change. Detective, seriously, this is primary school maths! We're cracking open the books now."

"is that the same jeans you wore yesterday?" "No, i have multiple pairs of the same thing." "There's a lollipop stuck to it that's been there since Monday."

"DRAKOVIAN COFFEE IS BETTER." "FUCK YOU."

"you deserve all happiness, Nora."

"you are an excellent private detective and I could not have done anything without-"

"THAT IS ENOUGH VOGUE - oh wait, is that -- my, that is a wonderful piece! Hold on, I'm not finished with this page - this is absolutely breathtaking -- why must people be so wonderful-looking?"

"get a tie." "But I don't want to." "Then don't." "But I want to."

"no." "But disco boots." "As a fashion connoisseur, I forbid you from hitting that button." "Sparkly shit, cmon man." "No."

"YES you are responsible! Finally! We're back on track and--"

"too soon?" "Too soon." "Hold on I died again at this Flappy Bird game, this is STUPID!"

"you're still here?" (Groggy) "of course I am."

"HOW AREN'T YOU ASLEEP" "I WAS" "IN YOUR PENTHOUSE!" "I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU ALONE" "I'LL BE FINE" *more squabbling*

"DRAKOVIAN COFFEE" "Trystan I swear to fucking God I will punch you-"

"it's okay, we'll get back to this" "it's NOT okay!"

"Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight --"

"you'd better get your eight hours worth' of rest." "Yes sir." "No because I might just personally threaten you." "Ha your threats don't work - holy shit okay fine you can stare, glare, I get it fine, FINE."

*More midnight squabbling. Trystan's yelling the importance of sleep at her in Drakovian. Nora's yelling back in Chinese. Both are stupidly sleep deprived to even talk in English.*

"FINALLY, it's eight o'clock! How are you late?" "How are you early?" "Easy, I sleep. And also I got you Drakovian coffee which-" "TRYSTAN THORNE I WILL KILL YOU."

They're just disasters who are openly disastrous only to the other lmao. Nora's like super cool with her aura of mystery and swagger but inside she's like a violent tornado child who shouldn't be left alone for five seconds because she's already wandered off to watch cool explosions and Trystan's the same, except he's the one starting those explosions.

#disaster detective nora #nora x trystan #incorrect thorne rose #thorne rose headcanons #crimes of passion

[ahdraftingco]

Chapter Four: Fight Me | Series: What Color Am I?

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Series Masterlist: Click Here!

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39771066

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Series Warnings (in no particular order): Porn With Plot, Lust at First Sight, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Loss of Virginity, Rough Sex, BDSM, Daddy/Caretaker Kink, LOTS of Oral, Fingerfucking, Play Fighting, Age Gap, Praise Kink, Biting, Body Worship, Mentions of Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Voice Kink, Size Difference, References to Depression, Loneliness, Homesickness

Word Count: 9.8k+

You don't say a word about it to the Mandalorian but you were sore for days. There was an undeniable cramp that lingered in your lower stomach from tensing up so much. Your body worked every muscle with each orgasm and you feel the ache everywhere. You are tempted to waste credits on an E-bacta shot but then you run the risk of this happening again and needing to depend on a shot again so you should just let your body sort itself out. Build resistance, stamina, whatever the fuck it needs to do so that you can experience that again.

It was…wow. You get all flustered when you think about it but you're still in awe that it happened and it wasn't a dream. It really happened. He made you feel so much that you're sore. Why do you love that? It's like a physical reminder of what happened and even though it aches, you fondly remember the moment you both had together every time you feel it. You wonder what he thinks about it. You didn’t have time to ask since you both were preoccupied on getting off Mirial, though you did convince him to make the quickest pit stop for some teacakes. Which, you must say, were very, very worth it. The kid ended up devouring the rest of them but you got to split a few with the Mandalorian. He didn't comment on it but you took that as meaning it was good since he didn't feel inclined to be annoyed.

It's still strange to you, how different he is when he's fully dressed and not completely alone with you. The modulator really helps establish that differentiation. When you can hear his natural voice, the butterflies start dancing in your stomach and you can't comprehend why you feel so happy when he checks in on you at night to see if you've settled the kid into his crib. He always tells you that you should sleep but he knows by now that you're more than capable of waiting for him to get back.

Well, it's been a week since he left to hunt this bounty. He said it would probably take two weeks, which means it was a pretty difficult quarry to catch. Did that make you worry a bit? Of course, but you didn't show it on your face when he left. At least you hoped you didn't.

That does, however, mean you haven't slept in a week. You've taken a few naps here and there but nothing that lasted more than an hour at a time. It's hard sleeping because you have to close the ramp of the Crest and lock yourself inside the cockpit, surrounding yourself with that frigid atmosphere you dislike. No exceptions. The Mandalorian doesn't want you napping outside and running the risk of someone snatching you away. He has never told you that latter bit but you just know that's what he means when he's stern to you. He always hides his care under loosely veiled threats and strict commands.

You miss the Mandalorian. It's both lonely and scary when he's not here. It wasn't like you couldn't defend yourself but you care a lot about the kid's safety and you wonder how useful you'd be trying to fight and hold onto the kid at the same time. You can't trust him to walk beside you because you can’t trust that you won't lose sight of him. It worries you so much that you're not equipped to care for something or someone else other than yourself. The Mandalorian can take care of both of you and sometimes that fact makes you feel safe but also incredibly insecure because you can’t provide him the same comfort. You feel inadequate, even if he doesn't expect you to help protect him if need be.

You want to, but your whole life, you've only trained yourself for scenarios where you can defend yourself. You are the only factor you can control in fights. If you're trying to fight while also keeping the kid in mind and making sure you aren't getting in the Mandalorian's way, then you just don't think you're cut out for it.

But, you choose not to wallow in self-pity.

The kid is asleep and you need to stay alert. Your body may ache but it's a good thing. It means you're getting stronger. You need to retune your mind again, which is what you've been practicing since the Mandalorian has been away.

You are still a bit wary of how easily he snuck into the room when you were all staying at the inn. You would have never let your guard down so easily if you hadn't felt safe with the earpiece keeping you connected to him, but you can't let that be a crutch. You have to be able to rely on your senses because the moment you weaken them, you're going to be susceptible to an attack.

So, you spend a good chunk of the day, whenever the kid is asleep in his floating crib, going outside into the sand dunes of the desert planet Tatooine and you just sit and listen. You spend hours doing this, parsing out every movement of the sand, every breeze in the air, even listening in on the kid causing havoc on the Crest. That's normally your signal you get up and go back into the ship.

Hearing is the best sense you've got for detecting threats. If you can hear them coming, then it doesn't matter if you can see them or not. You'll always have the upper hand if you aren't surprised. You're always the one surprising them.

Today, the kid sleeps a little longer than usual so you decide to sharpen the blades you have hidden in your bag and do a few practice drills with your expandable stun baton. You're sure the Mandalorian knows you have them but he just hasn't mentioned it. That's probably what he was curious about in regards to your fighting skills.

As much as you would love a blaster, you can't see the bullets. It doesn't matter how good you could get with it, it will never be better than trusting a weapon that can be used as an extension of your arms. You can always trust what you can feel. You know the grip of your blades like they are your hands. You know how long your baton is by the clicks it makes and you can retract and extend it fluidly without breaking a sweat in a fight. It does, however, mean you're most effective in close combat. That is both a good and a bad thing. Good, because if they get close to you, you'll definitely win the fight. Bad, because they have to get close to you.

That's why you prefer the pacifist route, which is putting as much distance as you can between you and the threat in any way you can. Running through crowds, scaling buildings, hiding in trees, sneaking onto transport vehicles, that is your preferred method of dealing with dangerous people. Eventually, they give up. They always give up because what's the point of chasing something that can't be caught right then and there? There's always the next time.

With violence, there is no next time. The struggle ends the moment you drive a blade into someone's throat or electrocute them half to death. Maybe they can get back up again, but by that point, you'll be long gone.

Violence is the easier route because you're forcing an opening to run by eliminating the obstacle altogether, but it weighs heavy on your conscience. You can't…hurt someone all that easily, especially when they have some soft color to them. Even if they're mostly dangerous, that softness means there's something there. Some good that you may be ripping from the universe entirely.

For you, it's a last resort and you've only ever had to kill a handful of times. You can't allow yourself to regret them but you try not to be ignorant and forget them. You have to hold those memories and remind yourself of them to keep your morality. The moment you lose sight of that, then you're just a killer.

Is the Mandalorian just a killer? It's different. You tell yourself that not to justify his killings but you know it's a byproduct of his line of work. Would he kill people if he wasn't a bounty hunter? You doubt that. You doubt that a man like him, someone who is so gentle and caring in his own unique way, would kill for sport. No, he does it because he has to. That doesn't make it okay in any way, but you're sure it takes its toll and that means he has morality in there, even if he won't admit it.

After breaking into too much of a sweat running defense drills, you slump down on the ramp of the Crest, breathing heavily. Your palms ache from gripping your blades so you rip your fingerless gloves off to let them breathe. You prefer to have gloves on since it helps with your grip. Smaller hands means you have less surface area to grip. It's not like you can't use your weapons without the gloves, but you definitely prefer practicing with them on. Your hands are as sweaty as your body and you let out a quiet sigh into the air.

You feel gross. Yeah, you do and you hate it but you only have a limited supply of water at this little outpost that the Mandalorian left you on so you can't wash up just because you feel gross. Unless there's an open wound to clean or sand up your ass, you can't waste the water. Fucking desert planets.

The wind makes the sand stick to your sweat and you just feel icky. You know it's ridiculous that you like to freshen up as much as you do but you truly value feeling good. That includes the way your body feels.

Your skin grows a little warmer, thinking of the Mandalorian smelling you, liking how clean you are. Fuck, you're such a mess right now and you miss him so much. You just want to take a nice dip in that pool again and then have him touch you until you pass out. That sounds fucking heavenly right now.

There you go, getting all worked up. You never used to be like this but now that tingly feeling that builds between your legs is overbearing. You wish you felt clean enough to touch yourself. You tried the first night he went off for this bounty, but it just didn't feel the same. You have regretted not trying harder because now it's been a week and this desire to be touched will not stop consuming your brain. You suppose that's just what happens when the body gets fucking overloaded with orgasms and then hits a sudden dry spell. A massive dry spell. Fuck, this whole planet is a dry spell!

Couldn't the bounty have been on Naboo or something? It would've been so amazing to be parked in a forest beside a lake. There's some living things here on Tatooine, creatures and scattered plants, but it doesn't fully soothe your desire to be around life. The best part of your day is picking up the kid after he wakes up and just cuddling his little ball of energy for as long as I can before he naps again.

You really, really, really miss the Mandalorian.

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Two weeks. He told you two weeks would be all it took and he was going to be certain that it took less than that. He fucking hates this hunt. Yes, for once, he actually hates hunting. He normally enjoys the thrill of seeing the fob blink, telling him his quarry is nearby, but right now, he's antsy. He just wants to put a bullet in this bounty and go.

That's all he has to do, but fuck, it's taking so long to catch up with the quarry with all the fucking sand in the way. Why did he take this one again? Ugh, it's because he usually likes the ones that take longer. More credits, more exhilarating hunt, more time spent doing something instead of idling in the Razor Crest. But right now? Fuck, right now all he wants to be doing is idling between your legs for as long as he can again. He still faintly tastes you every time he licks his lips and it drives him fucking insane. He needs to get back.

The Mandalorian will not deal with another day away from you. There are times where he just wants to go back to the Crest for an hour, touch you as much as he can and then go back out on the hunt but that's fucking ridiculous because he needs to stay on the trail of the quarry. He also doesn't like the thought that tries to sneak into his head. He considers the idea of taking you with him on hunts. You're more than capable of being with him but this is a foolish thought because he would be so fucking distracted by you, he wouldn't be able to work. He tries to reason that it would be less distracting than it is right now if you were here but he knows that isn't the truth. He would love to be distracted by you but he can't and you probably wouldn't even want to come along because you know this fact as well.

Fucking annoying. For once, he's not talking about you when he thinks that, though you are technically in that thought too. It's annoying that this fucking quarry is keeping him from you. He just needs to put a bullet between the eyes and drag the body back to the Crest. Simple and yet time consuming.

What's fucking stupid about it is that it's going to be an easy kill. The quarry is running through the desert. There are long stretches of straight, hill-less sand. He just needs to catch the quarry in the midst of running across one of those stretches. Then, he'd pull his rifle out and one pop would be all it took. He just needed the quarry to fucking appear already and then he could go back to you.

The moment the Mandalorian comes back, he is hauling the Crest to whatever is the nearest transport hub with a good fucking rest area and he is fucking you until you can't walk. He held back in that oasis. He really did. He just solely focused on you because he knew you needed it, even if you didn't want to say it. But he really wanted to fuck. So fucking badly. You came so many times on his tongue that you were ripe for the taking. Fuck, you would've came so many times on his cock but he didn’t want your first time to be underground in the sand. That's a bit much. Sand would've gotten everywhere.

The Mandalorian may have his own desires but your comfort and giving you a good experience is more important to him. Fuck, when did he start thinking like that? Probably when you put your pretty mouth over his cock and swallowed every drop of him so fucking well. What a good girl, fuck. He needs to see you as soon as possible.

He wonders if you feel the same, if you're thinking of him as much as he's thinking of you. He believes so. It's hard not to think about him after you came that many times. You came so well too. Your moans were like music. He loved the way your hips were swaying with your back arched, your fucking soft hands digging your nails into his shoulders because it felt so intense. You just needed to grab a hold of him as tightly as possible and he is still wearing those claw marks. They don't hurt at all and he likes knowing they're there. The memories replay in his mind and he just can't get enough.

This quarry bastard better come out soon so he can shoot him maybe more than once for delaying him from seeing you for this long. He is tired of hunting.

He wants to go back to you.

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Three days later, you wake up abruptly from a nap to the sound of the ramp opening from the outside. The kid is in your lap and you hear happy noises so you assume that means it's his father but you can't be sure so you lock him in the crib and grab your baton, holding it behind your back. Then, you inch quietly into the back corner of the cockpit, right in front of the latch, waiting to hear the familiar clinking of beskar. You don't, not yet. Fuck, it has to be him, right?

You hate not seeing for this very reason because you never know. You have to be prepared for anything, including the possibility of someone coming back onto the Crest wearing his armor to try to fool you. It's an unlikely scenario, but you're fucking blind so it could happen.

That's why the moment the person opens the latch and comes up, you tackle them onto the ground, pinning their chest to it with your baton. You don't turn on the electricity just yet, hoping that the Mandalorian will speak up if it's him, and that's a mistake.

They immediately turn to flip you on your back, but you're quicker, slipping down and locking their knees as they try to turn you, flipping them onto their stomach, pinning their arm against their back. You have to apply pressure in the right places or they can easily overpower you and flip you backwards so you jab them in all the pressure points you've practiced as they try to do exactly what you predicted. Then, you turn on the electricity and zap the shit out of them with your baton.

A low groan is heard and you nearly zap them again since they're still conscious but you stop yourself the moment they say, quite proudly, "good girl."

"It's you?!" You scramble backwards, landing on your ass so you can give the Mandalorian space to get up after you just fucking took him down because you thought he was an intruder. "Why didn't you comm? I was so scared, I could've killed you!"

"It would've taken a few more zaps than that." He answers you, sounding unphased by the events that just took place, as you hear him get to his feet. "I knew you wouldn't use the blades so you wouldn't have killed me."

"I could've!" You scream at him, actually angry for once. How could he do that to you? You were so scared something happened to him or that someone was about to kill you! "You can't–you can't just fucking do that to test me! You could've gotten hurt. What if I didn't realize it was you? What if I couldn't decipher your voice? I could've–fuck!"

You can't be here right now. You're too worked up on adrenaline, your heart is beating out of your chest and you want to kick and scream and cry and–

"If you killed me, then I would accept death because it means I wasn't strong enough to defend myself, which makes me unworthy of protecting you and the kid." The Mandalorian cuts through your panic with his very puzzling words. "So no, you wouldn't have killed me because I will always make sure I'm strong enough to protect you. I just needed to see if you were strong enough to protect yourself too."

"That's fucking stupid." You throw your baton at him angrily and you can hear him catch it midair. You start to sob, the emotions overwhelming you, "even if I didn't kill you, I could've hurt you."

"You didn't." He says too emotionlessly through the modulator and you burst into even more tears.

"But I could have." You enunciate every word furiously through the tears streaming down your eyes.

"I wouldn't have minded if you hurt me in self-defense." Again, he responds too dryly and you hate it. You always found his blunt tone endearing but not right now, not when he's too dense to realize that you care about his well-being.

"Maybe you wouldn't have minded, but I would have." Your voice turns all too serious. "I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I ever hurt you. Maybe you could live with something like that, but I can't. The thought of hurting someone I care about–"

You choke on your words and then scoot your ass over to where the ladder is. You can't be near him right now. You need space.

"I don't want to be here anymore." You tell him before shutting the latch, leaving him and the kid in the cockpit.

You melt onto the metal floor below the ladder, the smell of the quarry's blood wafting in front of you from being dragged up the ramp. You want to puke but you can't feel anything in your body. You can't move a muscle. You're just fucking tired.

That's not how you imagined your reunion would be with the Mandalorian after not seeing him for ten days…

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You haven't said a word to him since he landed the Crest on Naboo. He had picked a small, local inn by a big lake that had private wooden cabins for you all to rest for a few days before he starts the next bounty. It was supposed to be nice.

It isn't. Not when you don't give two fucks about it. Not when you won't even turn in his direction. You went straight for the upstairs suite the moment you got into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind you. He knows you locked the door. Yes, he can easily kick it in but…

I don't want to be here anymore. Your words fucking stung. Why did they sting so badly?

It was just a test. That's all. He hasn't ever seen you in combat before so he just wanted to see what you were capable of. He was never going to let you get hurt and he definitely wasn't going to be afraid of taking a few punches from you if needed.

So, why are you so fucking mad at him? You wouldn't have hurt him. And, even if you did, good for you! It meant you could defend yourself well enough to take first blood. That's something good. Why can't you see that?

Why did you just tunnel vision straight for not wanting to hurt him? In this specific scenario, hurting him would've only been a good thing. A good way of showing the hidden strength he knows you have in you. He was very impressed with how you handled taking him down, using his weight against him, picking your attacks intelligently, not letting your emotions get in the way.

Is there something he's missing here? Fuck, this isn't how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to take him down then he would compliment you and you would feel happy for being praised like you normally do and then he would've shown you this surprise extended stay on Naboo and then the both of you would have a fucking good time fucking since the kid is at the daycare center.

But no, instead, it all went to fucking shit and now he's alone again. Only this time, you're right there but you won't even speak to him. You don't want to be here anymore. You want to leave him.

The Mandalorian doesn't know how to process that. You're here right now. You could've asked him to drop you off somewhere and taken your credits back and left his life for good. You could've, but you didn't. But you could've.

That's something he never let fully fester in his mind until now. You can leave at any moment. You can go out there and find another bounty hunter. You had the funds for it. You don't need him.

You don't need him.

When that thought crosses his mind, he doesn't know if he should break something or if he should fight something. Maybe both. Both would help, kind of, probably, maybe. Fuck.

Does he need you? The Mandalorian doesn't need anyone. He is responsible for the kid. The kid is part of his clan. He has to protect the kid. It is an oath he has made.

But you? You're…he wants to say you're just some blind girl who is paying him to look for her stolen eyeballs but that's not true anymore, is it?

You're more than that to him now. How much more? He wouldn't know. He hasn't ever gotten this close to someone before. Not like this. Fucking, yeah, whatever, it comes and goes, it doesn’t really fucking matter to him. None of those are actual relationships. He can fuck someone but he'd never take off the helmet. He'd never even face them. Just a quick fuck from behind and it was like he was never even there to begin with.

You're different though. He wants to be gentle with you and rough with you. He didn't think much of it at first. It was just lust…right? He was intrigued by you, by your ability to outrun him, to outsmart him, to prolong a chase that, quite frankly, should've taken a few days but then devolved into weeks and weeks of being just one step behind your brilliant mind. The only reason he caught you was because you wanted to be caught. Annoying girl, sipping your caf, acting like you were better than him.

Slowly, the Mandalorian is learning that you are better than him. Just in different ways. You prioritize better by treating yourself well with a fun meal or a nice shower. You never take someone else's kindness for granted. You always make sure everything's fair. You take care of yourself and you take care of others equally so. You have a kind heart, just like the people you gravitate towards.

For him, the Mandalorian puts his responsibilities first. Taking care of the bounties, taking care of the kid, taking care of you, those are in the forefront of his mind. His well being and everything else comes second to him, which is why he wouldn't have cared if you hurt him because that was a part of him taking care of you, of making sure you were equipped to take down a threat like him.

But, he now sees the error in his thought process. You didn’t need him to take care of you. Maybe you don't even want him to. What you do want is to care about him and for him to care about himself too. Eat properly. Sleep properly. Enjoy life properly. That's how you take care of him and you do all of that while taking care of yourself too, something he is still struggling to prioritize for himself. What he is now realizing is that you're fine with him taking his time to learn. What you aren't fine with is having been put in a position where you could've harmed him just because he didn't care if you did or not. It wasn't fair to you.

He should've told you. He could've just had you practice on him and that would've been enough proof of your capabilities but he…in his own way, he just needed to know you were safe without him. He got that answer, but at what cost?

This silence should be something he doesn't mind. The Mandalorian is used to silence. He loves silence. But not this one. Not when it's you. Not when he wants to hear you crack a bad joke at him so he can call you his annoying girl. He needs to talk to you.

He just hopes you'll let him.

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In the refresher that's connected to the master suite, you thought long and hard about what just happened. You couldn't think properly sitting on the cold metal floor of the Crest that smelled like fresh blood. You needed somewhere you felt safe and the shower was always a good place. You cried. You screamed. You cursed. You just let it all out under the running water.

Slowly, your muscles relaxed again and you knew the adrenaline was wearing off. You needed to think without a racing heart. You needed to debate if you should stay here or take a break from all of this.

From the Mandalorian.

After ten days of missing him, those longing feelings were suddenly ripped to shreds when he made you attack him. You understand why he did it. You get it. He was probably worried about you, just like you were worried about yourself. You know you can defend yourself but even you were unsure. Now, you know you can at least momentarily subdue the Mandalorian. That should put you at ease, right?

But your mind swirls at all the worst case scenarios. What if you had picked the blades? What if you had fought more viciously? What if you had been out for blood? You could've seriously hurt him. He may not have believed such a scenario would happen, but it doesn't mean it couldn't have and he still didn't care…he doesn't care about himself enough.

That's why you're mad. You're mad because he made you attack him and that he didn't care if you actually attacked him. You're mad he didn't think that you cared enough about him not to want that for him. You're mad that he can be so kind, so caring, so gentle to you but he gives none of it back to himself.

The Mandalorian is always treating himself as an afterthought and you cannot stand it. If he wants to do that, then you won't stop him but he should not wrap you into his mistreatment of himself. He can do whatever he wants with himself but you will not treat him like shit. You won't. You care too much about him.

You want him to realize that you care about him. He has to know that, right? There can't be any doubt there…you have made it very clear that you care about him as much as he does about you.

So, why can't he get it through his thick skull? Do you need to hammer it into his helmet for him to understand that you don't want him to get hurt in general but especially not by you?

You get dressed in a simple tee and a pair of lounging pants, ready to go talk some fucking sense into him. You stride through the large living room space to go towards the door.

But, he beats you to the punch, because the moment you swing your door open to go see him, the Mandalorian is already right there. You're so startled that you actually bump into him and he has to catch you to stop you from falling backwards from the collision, holding you carefully by the waist, making you wish you weren't so fucking mad at him so that he can just make you feel good again.

Neither of you say anything as he helps you back flat on your feet. Not until you go, "I'm not talking to the helmet right now so if you're here to talk, it has to come off."

You then hand him your visor, showing him that you just flipped on the blackout mode. When he has checked it for himself, he puts your visor back on for you and shuts the door behind him. Then, you hear him walk away so that he can shut all the windows in the room and draw all the curtains shut, just to make sure no one can see him from outside.

Soon after, the Mandalorian sets his helmet down somewhere and speaks up, "I'm here to apologize."

"Alright." You talk with the same flat tone as he had back in the Crest. "Let's hear it."

You fold your arms, leaning your back against the door, wanting to put some distance between the two of you. He stays wherever he's standing in the room, respecting your need for space.

Then, he starts his apology, "I'm sorry. I should’ve commed beforehand to let you know I was on my way back."

"Yeah, you should've." You don't mean to bite back at him so hard but you are pissed about that. He had you waiting for him and he didn't think to let you know he was on his way back.

"I also should've gone about seeing your self-defense methods differently." His words sway you a bit, since you know he's being genuine. "There's no real excuse for it. I scared you. I made you uncomfortable. I had you attack me. I almost made you hurt me, just to prove an unnecessary point to myself that I already knew. For all of that, I'm sorry and…"

The way he trails off makes your heart drop. Wait, you don't want him to think that you're going to–

"I will give you back all your credits if you no longer want me on the job you hired me for." He says it so formally that it burns. There isn't a hint of emotion in his voice. "I can drop you off anywhere you want as well, no fuel payment necessary."

Does he not care if you leave–you blurt out the question without thinking. "Is that what you want?"

"It's not my decision." That blunt tone makes you want to scream. "If you want to go, I won't stop you."

You're more pissed off now. He's not even going to fight it? He would really let you go that easily? Of course you don't want to end this but it sounds like he has not invested a single ounce of anything into this. If he cared at all, shouldn't he fight for you to stay? To at least prove that he'll get the job done?

How can he readily dump you at a moment's notice just because you say so? You thought he cared about you, so much so that he wanted to keep you safe but if he can just fucking toss you away without even sounding sad about it–

"Fight me." You take off the slippers you're wearing, tossing them behind you.

"What?" A different tone. Confusion. You like that. That’s better.

"Take off your armor and fucking fight me." You put your hands up, getting into a good stance.

"I'm not going to." He's firmer now. No, no. You need him angry.

"Oh, so you're allowed to initiate a fight, but I can't?" You practically hiss at him. "Don't act fucking scared of a blind girl."

"I am not afraid of you." There he goes. A little mad tinge. Build up more. "You will get hurt if I fight you."

"That's what I would've said if I had a fucking choice earlier on whether or not I wanted to fight you." You grit your teeth at him. "But you didn't give me a choice, did you? You just made me fight you so it's only fair that I get to do the same."

A huff of frustration leaves his lips. Good, keep going. "I will not fight you."

"Why?" You stab him with your words where you'll know it'll hurt. "Are you scared I'm going to prove to you that you would've never fucking caught me if I didn't let you?"

Silence fills the room after you finish your statement. Then, you hear the first plate of armor hit the floor. A rush of adrenaline pumps through your veins. Another drops to the floor. You feel tingles all over your body as he sheds every piece of beskar off, kicking it to the side.

"You're going to get crushed." He sounds so threatening, so very pissed off. "Back out now."

"Why don't you back out?" You flash a smirk at him. "It would be less embarrassing for you to quit now before you get your Mandalorian ass kicked by a blind girl."

He raises his voice, the fury building. "You're so fucking annoying."

"Oh come on, is that all you got?" You berate him incessantly. "If you can't insult me properly, fucking fight me. Unless you're shit at both–"

You put both your forearms up to block his punch that you knew was coming. He thought he could surprise you but you heard the wood panels of the floor squeak close to you, which meant he was gaining on you. He didn't pull his punch at all. Good. You know then that he put all his force into it, pushing the momentum towards you, so you need to use it because you're not going to be able to create as much force as he can.

So, the moment his punch connects with your forearms blocking your face, you quickly adjust, letting only one of your arms take the impact as you use the other to hook against his elbow, tugging him more towards you. With the momentum of his punch plus your tug, you can hear the imbalance of his feet. Got him. You immediately drop to your knees, bringing his arm down with you as you side sweep his feet, making his whole body crash against his side. Without taking your arm off his, you swing your legs over his hips and then jab your elbow into his shoulder blade, making him drop his chest to the floor, crushing his other arm in the process under his own body weight. You pin the arm you've been using as guidance against his back using all of your body weight, not letting him have any leverage to fight back with either of his arms.

You keep him there like that, leaning in to whisper against his ear, "I guess you are shit at both."

It happens all too quickly that you have to try not to let the momentum get away from you. The moment you uttered those words, he shoulders you in the fucking face, knocking you back enough to pull some of your body weight off of him, allowing the arm he's been crushing beneath his chest to press into the floor, pushing his chest up off of it, which subsequently means you're tumbling to the side. Fuck, if he gets you on your back, you're–

You're too slippery. He tries to get on top of you but you think fast and propel your body using the floor, sliding in the space between his legs until you can lift yourself into a seated position, dangerously close to precious goods. You don't play dirty and you instead drive your elbow into his lower back, which pushes him down just enough to give you the time to get back on your feet.

You have to put some distance between you and him right now as you regain strength, so you side shuffle away, keeping your feet planted to the ground in case he tries to side sweep you and bring you down the same way you did to him.

The Mandalorian gets on his feet easily, almost too easily, like he's as light as a feather. But then, he starts overdramatizing his movements. Fuck, he knows. Of course, he knows you're using sound to predetermine his moves so if he makes a louder sound to cover up what his real play is, you won't see it coming.

"Don't look so scared, pretty little mouse. Of course I'm going to figure out your tricks." Oh, now he's taunting you.

"You've figured them all out? Then what about this one?" You lunge in the direction you're sure he's at but this is a trick.

An illusion, to get him to reveal his play. You feign like you're attacking first but in reality, you're prompting him to attack sooner than he planned to, which leads to mistakes. These are the advantages you must take. These are the openings you have to create for yourself as the smaller opponent. He will win a physical fight so you have to avoid any competitions of strength. You have to maintain the upper hand and you always do.

That is, until he wraps his arms around you, hugging you. It throws you for a loop. Distracts you. And he fucking knows because the moment you go to hug him back, he hooks your ankles with his foot and releases you from his arms, making you drop flat on the floor on your back. You grimace at the pain of being both tricked and smacked into the wood.

Then, he gets on top of you, pinning your body down against the floor with his own, his breathing as heavy as yours, saying with a vicious tone, "give up, you fucking brat."

"Why would I give up when it's clear I'm winning?" You smile warmly at him.

He scoffs at you. "You're trapped. We both know you don't have the strength to flip me."

"Am I though?" You wonder how his face looks. Are his eyebrows pressed together, furious? You hope so. "Feels pretty flimsy to me, needing to use your whole body to hold down a pretty little mouse. Shows uncertainty. Weakness. I think you're the one without strength."

The Mandalorian fucking growls at you. "I could hold you down with one hand, don't test me."

"I am testing you," your face is so close to his that he must feel every word that comes out of your mouth, "because it looks to me like you're the one in need of self-defense practice."

With a long draw of air, he grabs both your wrists with his hands before pinning them above your head, encompassing them with just one of his. Then, he lifts his body weight off of you.

"Let me see you struggle to break free." His tone is menacing with a deeper ruggedness to it.

"I don't have to struggle to break free." You breathe out against his lips. "I just need you."

Then, you lean up, crashing your lips against his hungrily, like you've been wanting to do this whole time. He doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, to deepen the kiss, to own your fucking mouth with his. You spread your legs so that you can lift them up to wrap around his hips, drawing him into yours. You grind up against him and it's obvious he's hard because the moment your hips meet his, he bites your bottom lip, dragging his teeth over it. He presses into you more, forcing a moan out of your lips against his.

"Give up already." He commands, his voice filled with authority. "You know you want to. This doesn't have to be a struggle."

"Is that all you got? Telling me to give up? If so, this is a poor attempt at a struggle." You laugh in his face. "I bet you're bad at fucking too if you can't even get me to tremble beneath you."

He presses his elbow into your chest, winding you slightly as he does, so he can grip your chin between his fingers, squeezing tightly, "you're going to regret saying that, annoying girl."

"Oh, what a scary Mandalorian." You mock him, pretending to shiver. "Getting all riled up from losing a fight."

"Does it look like you've won?" The rage in his voice is apparent.

"I won the moment I slammed you on the floor and pinned your arms down." You do not waver in the slightest. Instead, you smile. "And I didn't need to use any tricks to do it, unlike you."

That must have been the tipping point because the Mandalorian pulls you up to your feet by your wrists and drags you to the bed, tossing you on it like you're a piece of meat. Then, he demands, "take off your clothes."

"No." You prop yourself up by your elbows. "Be a man and do the work yourself."

"Fine." He presses his big hands against your inner thighs, tugging at your underwear and pants. But, he doesn't pull them off.

No, he rips them off, tossing the fabric like it's nothing. He does the same thing to your shirt, taking your bra with it. You're left completely naked now.

"Spread your legs wider." You don't listen to him and he flicks your nipple in retaliation, making you flinch at the sudden stimulus. "I'm not repeating myself."

When you don't listen, he pinches both of your nipples between his fingers, twisting them. You let out a scream that sounds a lot like a moan. It was a moan, because it felt so fucking good to finally be touched by him again.

"You're already moaning for me. How can you say I'm bad at fucking? I'll make you beg for it." He follows his words by dragging you along the bed, propping you up against him once he's sitting. That's when you realize he's just as naked as you are, your back pressed up against his chest while his hard cock is throbbing against your ass, his legs on either side of you. "Wrap your arms around my neck and stay like that."

You know you shouldn't listen, that you should keep fighting, but then he slides his hand between your legs and your mind goes numb. You can't believe how shaky you got just from the slight touch. You've missed him that much.

"Be a good girl and listen to me." He whispers in your ear, nibbling it lighter. "I'll fuck you just the way you want me to if you do."

You turn your head and you can feel his lips are close to yours. You don't want to fight anymore. You want to kiss him. You want to touch him. You want him.

So, you say the only thing you feel is right at this moment, "fuck me and make me stay with you. Make me feel so good that I never want to leave."

You reach up, touching the stubble along his jaw. You never want to leave. You want to find your eyes. You want to see him. Just once. That would be enough.

"Is that what you want, pretty girl?" His hand caresses your cheek and it's so gentle, like he's showing you his heart in his hand. "Do you want me to make you mine? Because once I do, I'm never letting you go."

"I never wanted you to let me go." You pull his head towards you, needing to feel his forehead against yours, gripping the nape of his neck to play with his curly hair in your fingers. "Don't let me go, please. Fight for me to stay."

"Then, I'll fight the best way I know how to." He breathes out so warmly, so beautifully. "I'll make you come until all you can do is moan my name before passing out from how good it feels to be mine."

"Your name?" Your heart suddenly skips a beat. Is he really going to tell you his name?

"Ask for it and I'll give it to you." He rests his warm hand on the back of your neck, playing with your hair the same way you're doing to him.

Everything about this moment is so soft. His skin against yours, his hair wrapped around your finger, his breaths on your lips. You want him. You want all of him.

"What's your name, my Mandalorian?" You ask as affectionately as you can.

"Din." He lets out in a single breath. "Din Djarin."

"Din." You repeat, the name rolling perfectly off your tongue.

"For our ears only." He instructs and you nod, brushing his nose with your own as you do.

"I'll be sure not to moan it too loud." You finally crack a joke, laughing to yourself immediately afterwards, and he–

Din laughs. It's one huff. Just one. But you feel it, the sharp rise and fall of his chest against your back as he laughs for the first time in front of you. Oh, it's beautiful. It's so fucking beautiful.

You love it.

"I was waiting for you to make a joke. That one was good." You can hear the smile in his voice. "Very funny."

"Am I still annoying then?" You poke his nose with yours, snuggling it a little as you do.

"So fucking annoying." He groans and you shine a big grin at him. "But you're my annoying girl. Are you still mad at me about what happened earlier?"

You shake your head. "Though, you fight like shit."

"I pulled my punch at the beginning." Din says in his blunt tone so you have no idea if he's lying or not. "You would've been knocked out cold if I hadn't."

"Yeah, sure." You emphasize the sarcasm in your tone.

"No more fighting me, pretty girl." He leans in, brushing his lips against yours, ready to kiss you. "All I want is to make you come as much as I can while we have a nice place to do it."

"Then, do you want to start by sharing the refresher with me?" You bite his bottom lip like he had done to you.

"Fuck yes." Din scoops you up into his arms, carrying you back to the refresher.

You both desperately need the shower after all that fighting but you don't know who, though you’re certain it was him, started kissing first but under the steady stream of warm water, you find yourself tongue tied with a very naked Mandalorian. Your hands roam all over his body, trying to map out as much as you can. He's fucking built and you love how he feels beneath your fingers. He pulls you closer to him by your hips, firmly cupping your ass as he grinds his cock against you, making your legs quiver.

"We're supposed to be getting clean." You tell him when he gives your lips a break to kiss your neck.

"Who says I can't make you come and wash up at the same time?" Din is too much right now and you love it. Completely unfiltered, like he's finally opening up to you and showing you his real personality.

He doesn't waste any time, pushing you up against the tiled wall. His hand finds its way back between your legs and you know he can feel how wet you are. You grip onto his shoulders as he pushes two fingers into you without hesitation, driving your ass firmly against the wall as he starts thrusting them, hitting that spot you like way too early. You're going to come too quickly if he keeps it up but he seems to want that.

"Come as much as you want, just save some for my cock." He's making your head spin, though it might just be the steam.

You moan out his name as you come for the first time in days, blissful that you got to learn his name today. It made waiting for this so much more worth it. He moves forward a bit, wanting to lean his chest against yours, so you wrap your arms around him and dig your nails into his back instead as his fingers keep sliding in and out of you.

Your next orgasm hits so quickly after the last and you bathe in the feeling of it. Your whole body is already quivering and you know your legs are going to give out if this persists.

"Let's finish washing up and then you can devour me." You tell him, pressing a kiss on his chest.

You and Din trade between lathering each other with soap or helping rinse off with the handheld faucet. He does, however, tease you with the water pressure, pressing it right up between your legs, making you whimper.

"Someone's nice and clean now." He says as he shuts the water off.

He thankfully gives you the time to dry off as thoroughly as you can before he hauls you over his shoulder to drop you back…on a chair? It's a very soft cushioned chair with nice armrests and good back support but you were very much expecting to be in bed.

Then, you feel him lift your hips up a bit to lay a towel beneath you. Again, confused, until he kneels down in front of you, the sound of his knees hitting the ground causes a jolt of surprise through you. Din spreads your legs open and after a brief moment of silence, he says, "this is exactly what I've been missing for the last ten fucking days."

You clamp your hand over your mouth instinctually as you feel his fingers explore your folds, which are growing so wet with every touch. You bite the back of your hand when he thrusts two fingers into you, spreading them the moment they're inside of you, opening you up wider. Fuck, that's a crazy feeling and you want more of it.

"Patience." It's like he can read your mind. "You'll get your fill after I make you come as much as I want right here first. I want to see you soaking wet."

Now you get why the towels are there. He's going to– "Din!"

You call out to him a bit too loudly, not meaning to shout his name, but he started thrusting his fingers inside of you and then leaned in to use his tongue too. The combination of sensations was insane and your legs are already trembling.

"What?" He's pretending to act aloof, his words coming out so mellow despite how vulgar they are. "Does my pretty girl not enjoy getting her clit licked while my fingers are deep inside of her? Because it feels like you like it very much."

You clench around his fingers as he thrusts upwards towards that spot and you can't handle it from this angle. It's so direct and he doesn't miss it at all. When his mouth joins back in and starts licking and sucking your clit, you lean back in the chair, your orgasm building so rapidly, you don't think you can control it.

"I'm going to–" You grip hard onto the armrests, your orgasm bursting through you. You're practically gushing onto his fingers as they continue their tantalizing treatment, fucking you just right. His mouth starts getting sloppy, his tongue licking all around, like he doesn't want to miss a single taste of you.

"So fucking sweet." He tells you, kissing your inner thighs gently. "Keep coming. Don't hold back."

You're going crazy. You wish you could see what it looks like. His head between your legs, that curly hair of his between your fingers as you grip it tightly, your hand holding him against you so you can grind yourself against his tongue, his fingers diving in and out of you both patiently and ruthlessly, everything making each orgasm more intense than the last.

"Din." His name rolls off your tongue seamlessly each time you come, acknowledging that he's the one giving you all this pleasure.

Your legs buckle every time more wetness squirts out of you uncontrollably with each orgasm, your body reacting exactly the way he predicted it would. He has made you a wet mess again and you wouldn't want to feel any less. You want so much more.

If only you could stay more awake but he has worn you out completely. Every fiber of your being has been touched by pleasure and your body is wrecked. You go limp, sleep wanting to consume you.

You hear Din whisper endearingly, "good girl, sleep well so you can come a lot more tomorrow."

Then, you do exactly that, drifting into such a comfortable sleep.

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Din can't get enough but he stops himself the moment he knows you're very much asleep, pulling his fingers out of you, staring at how swollen you've gotten, wishing it was from his cock and not his fingers. He lays his hand against your folds, stealing some of your wetness so he can stroke his cock with it, imagining how good it will feel to finally fuck you. It doesn't take him long to finish when he's looking at your beautiful body like this. He takes one final pass up your center with his tongue before going to clean himself up and grabbing a towel to help freshen you up before taking you to bed.

Gently, Din carries your tired body to bed, helping you slip into one of his shirts, which you snuggle up into all dreamily. He tucks you into bed, watching how you curl up, so relaxed after having that many orgasms. That's a good girl, that's a happy girl. He rests there for a second, just thankful that everything has been resolved.

That fight you two had sucked. At least the one on the Crest did. The physical fight you two had? All those insults combined with aggression and filled to the brim with lust? Fucking hot. If he wasn't so adamant on ensuring your first time is gentle and painless, he would've happily had rough, angry sex with you, making you beg him to come, taming that fucking brat inside of you.

Next time, there will be a next time, he'll make sure of it. Hopefully it won't be an actual fight backed by genuine feelings but just a playful fight for the sake of fulfilling primal urges. Yes, much better. No more real fights. No more silence. He hates silence. He only wants to hear you moan his name and make those really bad jokes of yours. He'll do whatever he can to keep you feeling good.

When the timing feels right, he leans up to you in bed, kissing the top of your head, telling you softly, "I'll be back soon."

Then, Din gets dressed again to go pick up the kid from the daycare center so you can all have a nice meal together once you wake up from your well-needed slumber. It feels strange wearing everything after having had it off for the longest time by far, especially around someone else. When he gets your eyes back, that'll be the day.

The day he'll let you see all of him.

Until then, the visor stays blacked out and you don’t mind one bit as long as you get to spend time with him. He is looking forward to more days like this with you.

It's a shame that the universe doesn't have the same intentions…and Din never comes back with the kid.

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[lovedlovingly]

today I'm extremely angry at this notion that everyone needs 8h of sleep and at a certain time of day. I'm so fed up with being shamed for taking naps when chronically ill. I'm so tired of being told I'm making my depression worse for staying up til 3am instead of forcing myself to have a set bedtime, as if THATS the one and only problem causing it and not a symptom. I'm so absolutely frustrated that u can tell someone u just had an operation and need rest to recover and people will still go ":/ actually running a marathon would be way better and healthier for u imo". this idea of being allergic to rest and sleep has to end, forcing yourself to stay awake on caffeine is not fucking normal just to get your beloved 8h to be a good cog in society. and i constantly have to hear people say "if u sleep too much you get sleepier and that's bad!" why the fuck? bad for WHOM? also i never actually saw or read actual science behind this its just parroted constantly. . . as if forcing yourself to be awake when your body has been using 12 mountain climbs of energy for the last 4h or it feels like u have 626373 kitchen knives stuck in your head is healthy, like no one's fucking kind or understanding anymore because they read one article that said "routines are good" so now normal fucking people trying to get through and survive their day is the enemy 🔪🔪

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[doomalade]

Hey doom I need to ask: what is your review on recent episode for vol 9?

To me personally it just seems wrong to make ruby give in to despair especially when she made speeches to never give up.

And then team WBY giving a weird reaction to the “ascension” is what made this episode even uncomfortable.

I don’t what to think…

Hey there!

I’m gonna put a trigger warning at the start of this cause I will be talking about topics such as sui-.

My TLDR of V9C9 is: What the hell was that?!

Ruby’s character arc of depression and isolation is one that I deeply relate to but I understand the critique that it felt rushed. Honestly, I think that V9 could have been groundbreaking and easily a masterpiece of media if it wasn’t so short and rushed. At first I kinda liked the faster pace but now I’m reminded of the Tortoise and the Hare. The Hare ran fast, completing most of the race before the Tortoise could even get started, but then the Hare took a nap before the finish line allowing the Tortoise to win. V9 is the Hare. It’s running fast through the story and while it looks like it’s gonna be a winner, it drops the ball at the end making you realize that slowing down could have been the better choice. Now of course RT was crunched for the JL crossover and had Arrowfell and IQ come out but like, other than JL, I feel like IQ and Arrowfell kinda were on RT’s management issues.

WBY’s reaction to Ruby’s ascension is where this episode lost me and honestly made me mad. Yang just watched her sister that was just beaten near death, end her own life, and her reaction is to smile and hug Blake?

Weiss lost her home kingdom and also her partner now and she’s smiling and hugging Jaune?

Blake watched as her girlfriend’s sister and her team leader give up on life and she’s, say it with me, smiling and hugging Jaune?

Jaune sees the ascended paper pleasers and now he learns the lesson that you need to die to better your life?

What in the flying FUCK were they thinking in the writing room?!

V9C8, arguably the best episode of the Volume and maybe RWBY as a whole just got knocked down a peg in emotional impact because the next episode basically says “suicide is bad ass”.

I literally couldn’t rewatch episode 8 because of how deep it hit me but after watching episode 9, I could rewatch it back without worry because apparently none of it mattered anymore!?

Neo beat Ruby to near death, the Cat almost possessed her, and then she killed herself in front of her friends and especially her sister, and episode 9 is acting like that was a good thing???

Like Ruby drank the tea to improve as a person and not because she was tortured, beaten, and no longer wanted to be alive?

I’m tired of hiding or pretending it isn’t true, this is bad writing! It sucks! It’s horrible! What were they thinking?

More upsetting is how did we go from probably the best episode ever to an episode that is so sloppy and exists only to tease the finale?

And I thought Episode 4 was insulting.

#rwde #volume 9 spoilers #tw sui mention #tw sui ideation